Chapter 10. Role-Play.


Mikumiyu had been treated kindly all day. They had been well fed, for which they were very grateful, having not eaten for days. As well as food, they had also been fed a steady diet of lies, that their confinement had been their punishment, and that it had been decided that they would be kept as slaves. And today there were going to be more games.

They were greeted once again in the evening by the ninja-clad family, who were all very excited at the forthcoming entertainments. The twins were of course a little apprehensive at the prospect, but Kasia had assured them that it would be 'just some BDSM stuff'.

The twins looked rather bedraggled, with grubby faces and unkempt hair, and their PJs dirty and torn. Miyu had a bruise that had spread over the entire left side of her face, lurid hues of yellow and blue, from the encounter with Emma's bat. Bob thought they looked rather sexy in this sorry condition.

Kasia looked like she had been in the wars too, with her bandaged hand and a little blood seeping through the dressing on her head. But now it was time for her to get some retribution, and she was looking forward to it with great eagerness.

The twins were taken to the arena, under the pretense that more games were to be played - well that part was true, just not the sort of games they were hoping for. Bob had set things up there according to Kasia's desires. A metal table took centre stage, bolted to the floor and adorned with leather restraining straps. Next to the table was a tool box. Emma dumped her sports bag down next to it.

To one side of the table, on the floor, was what appeared to be a flattish plywood box, with two round holes in it. Bob had spent most of the day constructing it, specially for this event. It had been built in a bit of a hurry, but he figured it would do the job well enough.

Then the girls were ordered to strip. The trio looked up and down their nubile young bodies, thinking various sexy thoughts about their undoing.

Bob and Emma stood behind the twins each with a firm hand on the girl's shoulders, who by now were casting worried glances at the table.

Kasia addressed them. "You've both been very very bad girls, and must suitably punished."

It was a kind of role-play for her, and she found it to be a thrilling power trip, holding the fate of these girls in her hands. Bob and Emma stood by, grinning as their protégé laid down the law to the twins.

"Miku," Kasia continued, "you put holes in my tummy, so you will receive the same punishment. Holes."

Miku's eyes grew a couple of sizes, and Emma felt her wilt a little under her grip. "Well, bunny, looks like it's your turn first," she told her, "you'd better get up on the table,"

"Don't worry," Kasia reassured her, "It's just a game, I'm not really going to hurt you."

Miku didn't say anything, but did cast a worried look to her sister as she reluctantly climbed onto the table. Emma strapped her wrists and ankles tightly, so she was spread-eagled, face up.

"Doesn't she look just peachy, like that?" Emma asked Bob. "It's so enticing, we could do anything to her! Stick pins in her! Chop her to pieces!"

Anything at all, Bob thought, and nodded. Her helpless, pale, perfect flesh was laid out there for the taking.

Kasia turned to Miyu, "And we'll need your help too."

Miyu shrugged nervously, and Bob led her to the device with the holes.

"What's this?" asked Miyu.

"Don't worry," Bob said, "It's just a restraining device for the games. It'll all become clear soon enough."

Bob helped Miyu put her put a foot into each hole. Then he produced a pair of handcuffs, and soon had them around her ankles and through the box, so that her feet were retained securely in place. Thus Miyu was locked in place close to the table, standing at her sister's side.

Kasia gave the girls a bright smile, "These games are fun, aren't they!?" They both nodded, uncertainly.

Kasia continued. "The thing is, Miku, that I wanna put holes in you, but I can't cos of this." She raised her bandaged hand in a gesture of explanation. "But your sister likes torture too, so I'm sure she won't mind doing it for me."

"But it's just role-play, right?" asked Miyu.

Kasia sighed. Now that the twins were restrained, it was safe to confess her true intentions. "Well it's kinda like role-play, but not so much. Actually it's more like a twisted torture game, like in those Saw movies. I know you girls are big fans of Saw, so I'm sure you'll enjoy playing along."

"You want me to stab my sister?" Miyu said, disbelievingly.

Kasia laughed and rolled her eyes. "What you mean like she did to me, with a screwdriver? I wanted to, but Bob said it 'constituted cruelty to screwdrivers' or something, so I had to think again."

Bob and Emma chuckled. Then Bob opened the tool box and pulled out a yellow DeWalt power drill and extension reel. "I'll just go and plug it in."

Kasia reached into the tool box and retrieved a thick permanent marker. "This is where I want the holes," she told Miyu. "Maybe here," she said, drawing a '1' on Miku's left thigh. "Then here," she drew a '2' on the other leg. Miku squirmed a little under the touch. Kasia continued, drawing numbers on Miku's body and limbs. "Ten, that should be enough punishment."

Miku didn't like where this was heading, and suddenly felt cold. Sweat was making her back stick to the metal table a little. She was reminded of those meat girls she had read about in the mangas, and hoped that Kasia was still just teasing them, and it was still some kind of psychological game. She tested her restraints, pulling at the straps.

Emma, noticing the movement, turned to her. "I see you're really getting into this. Yes, you should struggle a bit, makes it more realistic. You can scream too, if you like!"

Miku didn't.

Emma shrugged and gave Kasia a conspiratorial wink. "Oh well, suit yourself. Maybe later."

Bob returned, smiling. "Looks like were all set!" He tested the trigger on the drill, and nodded in satisfaction as it whirred sparkily, in the way drills do.

He handed it to Miyu. It was a bit of a heavy lump in her small hands, and she just held it for a moment, staring at the half-inch drill bit in the chuck.

"You expect me to use this on my sister?" she asked quietly.

"Oh God, no," said Bob, "you're absolutely right."

He took the drill away from her, then opened the tool box, and pulled out a grey plastic case. "I think we should use one of these."

He opened the case to reveal a selection of different size hole cutters, like you might use to put holes in ceilings or dry-wall. "These are much more suitable, what size do you think is best?"

Miyu didn't want to look, but she did.

"Maybe this one," said Bob, pulling out one an inch-and-a-half in diameter. He fitted it into the drill chuck and handed it back to Miyu. "There, happy now?"

Miyu wasn't. She found that the world was vanishing around her, as if in a grey mist, receding into unimportance. She felt numb, and tears started to run down her cheeks. Dumbfounded she just stood, frozen, as an unpalatable reality began to seep into her mind.

"Look, it's easy," Bob explained matter-of-factly, and took the drill once more. "I'll show you. Take a firm grip with both hands, use full power, and don't press too hard. Let the drill do the work for you."

Standing behind Miyu, he reached past her with the drill, held it over the '1' and pulled the trigger.

Miku's scream ascended over the noise of the drill. She found herself involuntarily bucking and pulling at the straps. Bob paid no attention, and plunged the drill into Miku's twitching leg, pressing down into her flesh and cutting through her skin and fat. Blood sprayed in all directions and more trickled down Miku's thigh onto the table.

Bob released the trigger. "See?" he said, raising his voice over Miku's panicked breathy shrieks of disbelief, "she's soft, like cheese, you'll have no trouble." He used a pencil to scoop the bloody disk of skin and meat out of the cutter, and flicked it into a nearby waste bin. "Now it's your turn."

"I can't," Miyu cried as she looked into her sister's eyes in solidarity, "I won't!"

"Actually, you will," said Emma. "We've taken steps to ensure your compliance."

Kasia, who was standing near Miku's head, pulled out a remote control. "We didn't get a chance to test this yet, hopefully it will work."

Kasia pressed a button.

The box Miyu was standing in started to whirr. Unseen, rows of spikes started to move slowly towards Miyu's right foot from the sides. She yelled as they touched her skin "Oh no! Stop it!"

Kasia smiled and let it run for a couple of seconds more. The air was torn apart by Miyu's shrieks as the spines penetrated her sensitive skin.

Kasia pressed another button, and the spikes retreated, leaving Miyu gasping and sobbing. She was trying to hop, and free herself of the contraption, but only succeeded in unbalancing herself, and would have fallen if Bob had not grabbed her by the hair.

"That's great, Bob," Kasia enthused. "I think it might just work!"

Bob handed the drill back to Miyu.

Quietly, with tears still flowing, she stubbornly declared, "I still won't."

"Love for your sister is stronger than the pain?" mused Emma. "I guess we'll find out soon enough. But there's one thing to bear in mind, before you get too heroic. The truth is, you're both about to be tortured to death. If I was you, I'd want to get the whole thing over with as quickly as possible."

"Time for number two!" Kasia called to Miyu, "C'mon girl, you can do it! I have faith in you!" Then she bent over and kissed Miku gently on the lips. She didn't know why, but it felt right.

Still, Miyu didn't move. Once again Kasia pressed the button, this time for rather longer. Spikes pushed deeper into Miyu's foot until there was an audible crunch, and soon she was screaming again, and twisting her body and legs as if doing a strange little dance.

Then Miku called out to her sister. "Miyu! Just do it!"

The irony of Miku shouting Nike slogans as her sister's feet were destroyed was too much for Kasia, and she burst out laughing, with tears in her eyes. The others looked at her as if she had gone mad, but she just waved her hand, and said "I'll explain later."

Bob was still standing right behind Miyu, and his manhood was tenting against his onesie. He grabbed her by the nape of the neck with one hand, and cupped a budding breast with the other, and starting rubbing himself against her naked back.

Miyu could hardly see her sister's face through the tears of pain and anguish. "Sorry sis," she muttered, and then pulled the trigger. The drill gave a little kick in her hands as it spun up, then she dropped it onto the '2'. Perhaps due to inexperience, the drill bit deeper into Miku's flesh this time, slicing into the muscle of her right quadricep until it hit bone.

Miku tried not to scream, but the pain was too much. "Aaargh!" she cried through gritted teeth.

Miyu pulled the drill away, and with trembling hands, pulled out the fleshy bit just as Bob had done. Now she was acting in a trance, forcing herself on as if she was an automaton, just wanting to get the ordeal over with.

'3' and '4' were into Miku's upper arms, tearing away at her little chicken-leg biceps. Miku found that it hurt less if she tried to stay still, but it was virtually impossible, and she writhed in agony, sexily arching her back and pulling against the straps, as if overtaken by a powerful orgasm.

Miyu's next task was to drill holes into Miku's belly. Four holes in a diamond pattern, the last being right where her little tuft of pubic hair resided. She was trying not to drill too deep, but during the last hole, Bob placed a well-timed hand onto the drill and it plunged deep into Miku's quivering abdomen.

Kasia peered into the bloody holes. They made a nice section through the skin, fatty layer and muscle, and into the viscera beyond. She poked a finger into one and hooked out a loop of intestine. "Eww," she laughed, "girl guts."

There was no respite for Miku, as she groaned and sobbed on the table amid a growing puddle of her vital fluid. Next on the list were her little titties.

The drill went down onto her left breast, and Miku shrieked as this most sensitive flesh was torn up by the spinning blade. Miyu pushed it down through the pectoral muscles until the drill met the resistance of the ribs beneath, and moments later Miku was bereft of nipples, only ugly holes remained where those pretty adornments once graced her chest.

"See that's how you make holes!" Kasia explained to the twins, "You can always learn from the professionals."

Bob started to untie the straps.

"Oh, wait Bob. I want one more hole," Kasia said. "Maybe Emma would like to do it."

Emma certainly did. She took the drill from Miyu, and turned it over, so the hand grip was upwards, then turned it on and shoved it up between Miku's legs.

Miku's blood-chilling scream was as horrific as the punishment that was dealt to her teen pussy.

Emma's face darkly delighted in the carnage as she pushed the drill in, ripping apart her pudendal cleft and it parts as gore and blood spattered the table and perpetrators. Again she plunged the tool, ripping into poor Miku's vaginal canal and turning her pristine girly paradise into a satanic hell-hole.

"That was more fun than I expected!" confessed Emma. "Now she's really fucked!"

Then Bob finished untying the straps, and unceremoniously pushed Miku off the table, whereby she collapsed in an oozing heap on the floor, splattering it with more blood.

Miyu's white face looked down at her ruined sister in shocked silence.

"Look what you did to your sister!" Kasia taunted. "Next it's your turn. But first, I wanna do a little experiment, you know, for science."

She once again produced the remote, and waved it in Miyu's face. "I wanna see how far this goes. Maybe you'll do that little dance for us again!"

Miyu shook her head, wide-eyed, as Kasia pressed the button again.

Miyu screamed, and pulled her leg against the handcuffs, but of course there was no escape. The teeth bit into her tender foot once more, this time without stopping, the spikes driving right through the numerous bones and crushing her foot into a bloody crunchy mass of pure agony. Blood trickled from the underside of the box and onto the pristine white tiles below.

Miyu collapsed, and as her feet were trapped, she fell backwards, hitting her head with a clunk.

Bob watched in amusement. Then he turned to the delicious sight of Miku's half-dead body lying on the tiles, which was too much of a temptation. "So many holes! I can hardly decide!" He rolled her over onto her back. From this angle, she looked in pretty good condition, aside from the pool of blood, and the mess between her legs. But her butt-hole was still intact, so Bob mounted her cute little tush and started fucking her there, while Miku sobbed and moaned beneath him.

Meanwhile, Kasia and Emma carried on with proceedings. Emma grabbed Miyu by the throat, half choking her, and dragged her up onto the table. She protested and flailed about a bit with her arms, but a couple of hard punches to the stomach soon knocked that fight out of her, and soon Miyu was strapped onto the table, lying in her sister's blood. But this time, Emma had positioned the straps differently, above her knees and elbows, and one across her middle.

Kasia handed down the sentence. "Miyu," she declared, over the grunting as Bob raped Miku's ass, "you broke my finger, so your punishment is broken bones. Of course I can't do it myself, so Emma's going to do it for me. But don't worry, you know she's very good at that sort of thing. You've seen the videos."

"Miku got ten holes, so you get ten bones broken. Fair's fair. Oh, and I'm not including your foot. You were just helping me with a science experiment so it doesn't count. To be honest though, I think your punishment is worse than Miku's, but that's okay cos you tried to snuff me with the dragon spawn."

Of course Miyu didn't have any idea what Kasia was talking about, and Emma too frowned quizzically. It didn't really matter though. Kasia was enjoying herself, and the screams and pain would soon transcend any mere explanations.

And it gave Kasia an idea. She ran off, giggling, leaving Emma a little perplexed, but soon returned with a pillow, "Now I can return the favour," she explained.

Kasia climbed onto the table, wrapped the pillow around Miyu's head, and straddled it, just as Miyu had done to her days earlier. She nodded to Emma. It was time to begin.

Emma, standing at the end of the table, looked down at Miyu's bloody mess of a right foot. She poked it, as if curious, causing Miyu to whimper piteously.

Then she cupped her hands around the ankle, and lifted. Miyu's knee locked out against the strap and a muffled scream came from under the pillow.

Emma strained, and lifted harder. There was a pop and a crack, and Miyu's leg bent up at an unnatural angle. Miyu wanted to at least have the relief of screaming, but Kasia had put paid to that idea with the pillow, squeezing it tightly with her legs.

It felt super erotic, having the traumatised teen's head between her legs, trying to wriggle free of the pain. A damp patch appeared on the pillow by Kasia's crotch. Her pussy was salivating already.

Sometimes honest hard work gives great satisfaction and pleasure. So it was for Emma, who having bent Miyu's right leg up at ninety degrees, started to twist the foot around, grunting with the exertion as she did so. There were more cracks as ligaments were torn and the tibia and fibula in Miyu's lower leg splintered. Of course there were more screams too.

Screams are always a nice benefit of torture sessions of course, and their variety should be savoured, rather likes fine wines of different regions and vintages. In this case Bob found the way they were muffled added a certain desperation which made them all the more appealing, causing him to nut into Miku's booty.

He flopped Miku back onto her back and looked down at the bedraggled, holey mess before him. It was time to try those holes for size, he thought, and soon straddled Miku's tummy and stuck his hard shaft deep into the hole just below Miku's navel. It was an interesting experience, he could feel the slithering coils of her intestines squirming and writhing around his cock, as Miku panted a breathy, feeble protest. Soon he was relishing the feel of her viscera, as he pounded into her soft, churning guts.

Emma allowed the mangled leg to drop back onto the table. It looked very ugly, with noticeable swelling around the knee. Just looking at it would make any normie cringe in sympathetic pain.

She repeated the process with the other leg. Miyu kept passing out. Kasia couldn't really tell if it was from the pain, or from lack of oxygen. Still it was fun to release the pillow and watch her come round, so the process could start again. After all, she didn't want to snuff her just yet.

"How many's that?" Kasia asked Emma.

"I think it's just four so far, the long lower leg bones. I'm not sure how we'll get to ten, but I'm sure we'll figure something out," she said, laughing. "We'll do the arms next."

"Okay," agreed Kasia, "But I'm sooo horny now, I wanna fuck her while you do it."

Emma reached into her bag and produced at double-ender.

"Thanks, mum!, I knew I could rely on you," said Kasia as she repositioned herself.

Kasia found Miyu to be very responsive, and an ideal, if unwilling sex partner. Each time a bone would snap, she would jump and twitch most entertainingly, and Kasia was making the most of it, thrusting rapidly into Miyu's tight teen minge. Soon she quivered an orgasm, and climbed off, panting from the exertion. In any case, after both arms had been mangled by Emma's unorthodox chiropracty, Miyu seemed to lose some enthusiasm, and was now mostly just a limp fuck toy.

"That's still only eight," said Emma, "I think we'll have to do the humeruses - sorry humeri, or the femurs too. That'll be really fun. Or we could do the shoulder blades - scapella, and some ribs."

"Oh my god! It's like a biology lesson with you. But can't we do them all?" asked Kasia excitedly. "After all I don't really think she's counting any more!"

So, armed with an iron bar, Emma set to work, while Kasia danced around, teasing Miyu and making encouraging noises.

Emma dealt with the arms first, and then the thigh bones, pounding them repeatedly with the heavy bar until they shattered. Miyu's legs now looked disturbingly fucked up, and they had shrunken in length as the muscles had pulled the bones past each other, their sharp fractured edges tearing into muscle and making ugly lumps that poked under the skin.

Then Miyu was unstrapped and pushed off of the table, where she splatted onto the floor, like a sack of meat. Emma pushed her onto her front with a boot, and used the end of the bar to shatter the shoulder blades and some ribs.

Miyu was only breathing shallowly, occasionally waking and then drifting back into unconsciousness as the untold agony and shock overtook her.

Bob looked down at her. "To be honest, even I don't want to fuck that. It's barely human anymore. Let's get them disposed of."

The two half-dead girls were dumped into a trolley and wheeled back into the factory.

"I wanna just squash them until they pop." suggested Kasia gleefully.

"What's with you and squashing things all the time?" asked Emma. "There's so many other ways! Why not turn them into soup in the tub? That would be fitting!"

"No, look, this one." Kasia said, as they reached a compactor. "It'll be perfect!"

"That's true," agreed Bob, "It's better when there's two together."

"Really?" asked Emma, doubtfully, "And why is that?"

Bob sighed. "It's kinda technical. If you squash one girl flat, the head will crush first, so they die too soon. But if you have two together, the double thickness means there's space for their heads, so their bodies will squish and crunch first. So, to be fair, Kasia's got a point. It would be perfect."

"Anyway, what's wrong with squishing?" added Kasia, "To be honest, I think that anyone who doesn't like squishing girls has something wrong with them. Any normal person thinks it's yummy, but some just don't like to admit it."

Emma shrugged. "Okay, I'm outvoted, but next time, no squishing. Variety is the spice of life."

"And death!" added Kasia gleefully.

The compactor slightly resembled a large fish tank, with the space inside being just tall and wide enough for a girl to sit. the long sides and top and bottom were all made from six inch thick Plexiglass, with strong steel frames, and flanked by four powerful hydraulic pistons, which pulled the end plates toward each other with a immense force. To one side was the usual control panel, complete with a large pressure gauge, calibrated in tons.

So the twins were lifted into the machine, facing each other, and the lid was latched shut with strong bolts.

"Miyu," Miku said weakly.

Miyu opened her eyes. She was deep in shock, but the pain had left her now, as her body prepared to die. She somehow found the strength to speak. "I'm sorry sis."

"It's okay," said Miku and gave a little smile, "at least we've had our guro fantasy. I think they're gonna squash us, then it's all over. We'll be famous on video like that Tara girl."

"Together."

"Yah, together."

Emma interrupted their dialogue. "Aww, look at that, it's so sweet. You girls are so close, It almost makes me sad."

"Well," laughed Bob, "They're about to get a lot closer! Let's get set up and watch the finale in comfort." He disappeared to check the video feed and grab some chairs. Emma and Kasia went to the tea room, and brought back drinks and snacks.

Minutes later, they had made themselves comfortable in front of the 'Fish Tank', as Kasia had christened it. Kasia spoke up as Emma passed her a joint.

"Can I press the button?" It was only a little thing, and it didn't really make any difference, but she wanted to be the one to do it, to seal their fate, and administer the final retribution for Bob's screwdriver.

"Sure, sweetness, go ahead," said Bob.

Kasia took a drag on the spliff, and hit the green button. A motor whirred, pumping hydraulic fluid into the pistons. Slowly the ends of the tank started to move, pushing the unfortunate twins towards each other.

Of course, in the movies, the plucky damsels or heroes are likely to fight back against the villainous machine, pushing with all their might. But Mikumiyu had no fight left, and besides they knew that their soft flesh was no match against an unstoppable force.

The family watched, enthralled. Nothing had really happened yet, and it would take several minutes for the machine to do it's work. So they chatted and drank tea and smoked.

"Do you think this is the worst way to die?" Asked Emma.

Kasia repeated the sentiment that Miku had uttered days earlier, "Whichever way they go, they'll prefer the other one."

"It's definitely the worst," said Bob, "apart from all the other ones. - Winston Churchill. Or was it Abe Lincoln?"

"Haha, I never knew those guys knew so much about squishing," laughed Kasia.

"Not as much as you, that's for sure!" teased Emma, "I see you're becoming quite the expert."

"And not as much as those two," Kasia said, pointing to the twins, "They're gonna find out exactly what it's like. They'll be the real experts." She laughed, and added, "But not for long."

A few minutes later the twins had met in the middle, and their legs were pushed up against their chests, their knees near their faces.

Kasia thought it an apt moment to address them for the last time. She walked to the machine and put her hands on the glass. "Bye bye wabbits, It's been nice knowing you. Soon you'll be soup - no, wait, more like chunky wabbit stew. Yummy!"

Now the twins were being pressed together, like sardines in a tin. Miku's right leg was between Miyu's smashed limbs, and her left knee was being pushed into Miyu's right shoulder. This caused them to twist around a little, and they found themselves face to face.

Miku kissed Miyu on the lips in a series of goodbyes.

The machine continued to press them in it's desperately slow embrace, and Miyu squealed a little in horror as her already broken bones shifted and ground against each other.

Soon Miku realised that Miyu's broken body was gradually being pushed between her legs, and it was making her uncomfortable. She tried to shift around a bit to relieve the pressure on her knees, but Miyu's moans of distress stopped her. Instead she gritted her teeth and tried to endure. God, why was this thing so slow? Anything would be better than this, even the Hamster Wheel!

The girls were squeezed further. Now there was hardly any free space at all, and body parts started to move themselves to where the pressure was lowest. The girls' pelvic regions were being pressed into each other, but now there was no space left for them both, and Miyu found that she was being pushed upwards as her butt looked for a space to fit into.

Just as Bob had predicted, the girls' heads found themselves side-by-side as their torsos started to be squashed. Miku could still breathe with some effort, but Miyu was having a worse time, and was barely clinging onto consciousness, the agony of her ribs making breathing virtually impossible.

More crunches as Miyu's smashed shoulder bladed were flattened out by the hard steel behind her. Then suddenly she seemed to jump upwards, and Miyu gasped in pain and horror as Miku's lower abdomen lifted and started pressing into her guts.

Miku started screaming again, "nononono," as the pelvis of her sister started to push its way into her soft belly, making the holes burn and sting. By now the pressure was such that she was as immobile as her Miyu. "Uggh," she moaned as the pressure caused her to shit herself, a thick coil of poop squirting out onto the glass below. Then there was a crack, and a slicing noise, as the broken end of Miyu's left femur broke through her skin.

Miku squealed and tried helplessly to move away as the bone slowly penetrated her right breast. But nothing could be done now. The two girls were becoming one, an increasingly compacted mass of gore.

Miku tried desperately to breathe, but found she couldn't at all, and an animalistic panic set in, and she tried to squirm with all her might. She was partially successful an for a moment she twisted into a position where once again she could draw breath.

But now her legs were pressing hard into Miyu's chest, and Miku could hear multiple little cracking sounds as Miyu's already broken ribs were caved in, crushing her lungs flat. Juices and blood dribbled from her lips. Miyu made a strange choking sound as the last of the air was forced from her lungs, and then she too lost control of her functions, pissing and shitting. Most of it squirted onto Miku's belly, some finding it's way into the holes.

The family, of course, was absolutely enthralled by the slowly evolving spectacle in front of them, looking at the Fish Tank, and then the screens which showed the opposite view and the view from underneath.

It was the camera viewing from below that captured the moment when Miku's innards started pushing their way out of the hole that Emma had made earlier. Gradually she was being eviscerated, intestines squirting and squirming their way free of her body, like snakes.

More gore erupted from the holes in her tummy, and then Miku was swept by an excruciating agony as her belly tore open between the cut holes. Her innards burst out, filling any voids between the girls and squelching against the glass. This seemed to reduce the pressure on Miku's lungs, and once again, to her horror, she found she could breathe again.

Miku wanted it all to be over, but everything was agonisingly slow. At least her sister seemed to have succumbed, her eyes glassy and empty now. But then her lips parted as if to say a final goodbye, but instead a long stream of puke erupted, gushing over Miku's face, the acid burning her eyes and making her choke. The disgusting foulness was too much for Miku, and so she retched in sympathy, adding her own contents to the juicy brew.

Bob almost came in his pants, watching this all unfold, but then his eye was drawn to the pressure gauge, "Ha, barely even a ton!" he said.

Kasia was super horny too, and seeing Bob's stiffened member, took immediate advantage of the situation. She ran over to Bob, unzipped her onesie, and soon was sitting and wriggling on Bob's lap, as he fucked her gratefully.

Emma didn't even seem to notice, as she was so smitten by the view in the Fish Tank, and was pleasuring herself with her favourite vibrator.

Miku could feel her own bones snapping and crunching now, and knew it wouldn't be long before she joined her sister in whatever delightful part of hell is reserved for guro fans.

As the plates pressed the girls still closer, the pile of entrails between them squelched upwards, so soon it filled the space completely.

Miku began to drown in her own innards. She was actually thankful that at last it would be all over, even as she desperately gasped for air. She succeeded in inhaling much of the vomit that they had puked out, and as it burned her lungs, she at last blacked out.

By now Miyu's thigh bone had pushed its way deep into Miku's chest and through her ribs. Other bones had broken free too, and one slowly speared through Miku's heart, ending things properly.

Growing pressure was causing waves of fascinating sounds to come from the Fish Tank, rapid fire pops and crunches, followed by flatulent squelches, then more crunching and squishing noises.

The twins were becoming a single entity of blood and guts. Each was torn into shreds by the shattered bones of the other, becoming a singular mass of goo.

The space they occupied was now only a few inches wide, and the girls' skulls were slowly crushed. The family stood in awe and looked down as Miyu's eyeballs were slowly pushed from her flattening skull by brain matter. Miku's skull burst open more suddenly, and the onlookers were splattered by it's contents.

Once all the air and gas has been squeezed out of them, pretty half Japanese girls, are essentially incompressible. This isn't cartoon world, where characters end up flat like a sheet of paper. The total volume of flesh remains the same. Therefore the laws of physics say that if you keep squishing, all that goop has to go somewhere. Otherwise, the machine would likely explode, and then this chapter would have a very different ending.

Bob knew this of course, and had allowed an escape route for the wabbit stew, in the form of a six-inch wide gap in the middle of the lid.

So the family watched, mesmerized, as the column of mushed girl meat rose up and started spewing down the sides of the tank. In the end, the pressure gauge read over 200 tons, and there was only half an inch of bony gore left, the rest having erupted like as slow volcano from the lid, dribbling and plopping down into the tray below.

Bob shot his load ecstatically into Kasia's twitching pussy, and Emma simultaneously moaned in climax.

A minute later, Bob lit up another spliff, "Well, I'd say that was a resounding success! Squishy and crunchy!"