Chapter 12. The Circle of Life.


Bob and Emma worked as if in a daze. There was nothing else to do. Numbed by the unreality of their loss, they set about dealing with the immediate practicalities facing them.

Bob was especially hard hit, unable to speak, his uncomprehending eyes looking for a world that no longer existed.

Emma was a little more stalwart, and it was she who took control of the situation. Between them, they dragged the perpetrator back to her cell.

Tesni was cackling with glee. "At least I got one of you fuckers!"

The couple didn't react. Grief had stolen their anger. They would return to their captive in good time.

When dealing with profound shock, people often revert to familiar, routine actions. In the tea room, Emma made tea on autopilot and Bob lit a smoke with shaking hands. The couple sat in silence.

Bob's cigarette burned down to the filter, leaving a long semi-erect phallus of ash. He hadn't smoked it at all. Emma took his hand, "We could bury her behind the farmhouse, in the herb garden and plant a tree over her. We can watch it grow while we're sitting in the kitchen. It's the circle of life."

Bob nodded, tears in his eyes. Either despite of, because of his pain, he laughed. "Yeah, the soil there needs improving." A dark thought flashed through his mind of deep roots splitting apart Kasia's beautiful rotting corpse and tendrils entwining and consuming her succulent flesh.

"Then you can decide what to do with the other one. It's your turn anyway."

Bob nodded. "She likes running. Let's make her run. Try out some fresh machines."

"Which machines?" asked Kasia, putting her head around the door. "The ones by the arena? So what happened? You guys look like you've seen a ghost or something. I wondered where everyone had gone, and you're down here, hiding. Anyway I need to get a band-aid for my neck. That bitch really did a job on me."

As Bob hugged and kissed his daughter, Emma said, "We've really got to be more careful checking for vital signs. It's the second time that's happened."

"What happened?" Kasia asked innocently.

Emma sighed happily. "You were dead. We were just about to dump you in the lime pit."

After more hugs, the trio sat and joked and laughed, healing their trauma with renewed love.

"Actually, Bob wanted to fuck your corpse first, while you were still warm," teased Emma.

"That's not true at all," corrected Bob, indignantly. "Emma wanted to chop you into little pieces, and make you into a celebration dinner. But we realized you'd probably wanted to be squashed flat like Mikumiyu or Maisie.

"Well, if I'm already dead, I don't mind. Fuck me, chop me, then just drop a big weight on me - splat! Anyways, what would happen if you did put me in the lime pit?" asked Kasia.

"You don't want to go in there," Bob warned gravely, "it's not pleasant, even by the standards of this place. By the time we'd hear your screams, it'd be too late."

Of course, Kasia was keen to find out the awful details, but the adults weren't really in the mood for explaining the gruesome science of it all. After their shock they decided to take some time out, grab something to eat, and return later, ready for the next phase.

The family reconvened in the evening. By now the roller-coaster of emotions had leveled out, and the thrill of near death had left them all feeling both horny and vengeful.

The cell door fell open, and seconds later, so did Tesni's jaw, as she was confronted by the apparition of Kasia's ghost.

"But you were…" she started to say.

"Regeneration tank." Kasia explained casually. "I've come to avenge my former self."

Bob and Emma appeared behind Kasia. Bob was carrying the Mossberg. Better safe than sorry.

Emma spoke. "You're going for a run. We thought you looked good in your running gear, so put it on again," she ordered.

Tesni donned her top, Lycra shorts, trainers and headband. The shorts did a wonderful job of accentuating her feminine butt, as they clung tightly to her curves.

Kasia laid out the evening's program of entertainments to her. Sometimes it was better to surprise victims, but this time she thought instilling a bit of extra anguish would be fitting. "We're gonna make you run all evening. Between times, you'll get raped and tortured."

The trio escorted her into the Factory, and they stopped by a large Plexiglass wall at the front of one of the machines. A sofa was in the aisle, facing it. Beyond the glass, Tesni could see what looked like a treadmill, the sort that she was familiar with at any gym, but quite a lot longer.

Then she was taken to the back, where the entrance was, and pushed inside. She heard the door lock behind her. Looking around, she found herself in a corridor, and it was clear that there was no way out.

She could see little camera lenses in the corners, and that made her all the more nervous. Already her heart was racing, as if she was at the start line of the county championships 10k.

Then she heard a noise behind her. She spun around to see a large spinning disc start to rotate. It had slots cut into it, the edges sharpened like blades. Tesni worked in a restaurant at the weekends, and it reminded her of the industrial vegetable slicer she sometimes used. And she knew what was coming next.

The family sat on the couch and watched in amusement. All Tesni's fire and feistiness amounted to nothing now, she had been brought low by the superior power of the Slicer.

Emma passed Kasia a spliff, and Bob swigged on a beer. Then he hit a button on the remote, and the treadmill started to move under Tesni's feet.

Tesni started walking. It was an uncomfortable feeling, rather like walking along with a hungry lion just a few feet behind you.

Bob twisted the dial, and Tesni was forced into a jog.

It would have been a pleasant sight for anyone to watch. Tesni had the easy, natural style of someone born to run, and she gracefully propelled herself along, expending minimal energy. Bob watched, fascinated, his eyes drawn to the cleft between her buttocks, as it wiggled this way and that with each stride.

Emma and Kasia wasted no time in making the most of the situation. Kasia sat in Emma's lap, and they moaned and sucked and fucked, sharing toys as they watched Tesni stay alive.

It seemed that Tesni could keep this pace up forever. "What's your 3000m time?" called Bob. He wasn't expecting a response.

"Ten thirty-two." Tesni had said it with pride, and to be fair, it was a pretty good time for a girl with little legs.

Bob pulled out his phone, and did some calculations. Then he set the speed controller to ten miles-per-hour. "Keep this up for ten minutes, and you can come out," he said.

"Hey this isn't fair!" Tesni protested, as she broke into a run. Already she was starting to feel hot, and there was no air movement inside the box. She'd had a long day already, having run miles in the morning and then being beaten and gang-raped. Now this. And none of her books on race preparation mentioned being raped at all.

But she ran. She felt she was on a tightrope, one trip and it would be all over, turned into salami for the entertainment of her hosts.

The heat soon became stifling and sweat was running down her bruised face. Realising she had nothing to lose, she pulled off her top as she ran, throwing it to the ground and baring her pale, boyish athleticism.

The top dropped onto the belt and raced away behind her. Shunk-shunk-shunk. The sound of it being sliced to ribbons behind her reminded Tesni of the price of failure. She supposed she was going to die today anyway, but didn't fancy it yet all the same. Not like that. Hopefully Bob would beat her unconscious while he was raping her, she thought, and she wouldn't be around to witness her own death.

Emma thought she looked like a prime piece of meat at the deli, lean and delicious, waiting to be sliced into a sandwich. Kasia was looking forward to the inevitable splatter, but knew it wouldn't be just yet. After all, the evening had only just begun.

"Five minutes to go!" Bob called. Already Tesni was tired, the lactic acid burning in her legs. She didn't think she could keep going at this pace for so long, and her mind began to wander, fantasizing about what would happen if she stumbled.

"Four minutes!" Bob never thought he'd be an athletics coach, but here he was, urging his girl on. Tesni thought that maybe she could do it. Just four more minutes. About a thousand metres and it would be all over. Then her stomach began to cramp.

"Three minutes!" The heat was making Tesni dizzy. She was burning up. Once or twice, she staggered , steadying herself on the glass sides. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath, and she pressed on.

"Two minutes!" Dazed, Tesni found herself falling back, towards the blades. She felt she was in a surreal alternative universe.

"Don't die yet," she told herself. One foot after the other. She looked down, and noticed that one of her laces had come untied.

She hardly noticed when Bob called "One more minute!". Her right calf had cramped, and she was using her left leg to throw herself forward with each step, ungainly loping forward. She could hear the others laughing and jeering. Then she stepped onto the trailing lace, and landed face first on the conveyor.

Tesni was swept backwards at ten miles-per-hour towards the blades.

Shunk-shunk. Her left foot exploded in pain. Bob hit the stop switch. "So close!" he consoled her, "you nearly did it!"

Tesni looked in horror at her foot. The front two inches of her left trainer was missing, and she could see right into the gore beyond. Overcome with heat exhaustion and shock, she fainted.

The trio couldn't wait to take advantage of their new sex object. Soon she was dragged from the machine, her foot leaving a bloody smear on the tiles.

"Maybe this will wake her," said Emma. She produced a vibrator, and inserted into Tesni's pussy.

Bob couldn't wait to start on her special butt, and used some lube to force his way in.

"God, she's so hot!" he exclaimed. "I don't mean hot, I mean 'hot' hot. She's burning up!

Any hole which is hot and tight is a good hole, and Tesni didn't disappoint. The added vibrations stimulated both Bob's cock, and his imagination, and he thought of a hundred splatterous deaths while he buggered her. Then Tesni woke up, and started to sob.

"Yay!" cried Kasia, "Now we can have more fun!" A lightbulb seemed to go on over her head and she ran off, leaving Bob to continue destroying her butt-hole. She returned with a bottle. "This is hot too!" She read the label, "Doctor Inferno's 'Morning Regret' Chilli Sauce."

Bob was having way too much fun to pay much attention, but when Kasia grabbed Tesni's leg and poured the sauce onto her ruined toes, Bob found she had unlocked an extra mode on his latest fuck-toy.

Tesni yelped and kicked, the searing pain making her leg convulse. Bob rode the waves for a while before he nutted, spilling his relief into Tesni's butt.

"We should probably let her recover a bit," suggested Bob. "She's a lot of fun, it'd be a shame to snuff her just yet."

So Kasia bought Tesni some water, and Emma bandaged her foot. Of course it was still bleeding, darkly seeping through the bandages, but the wound wouldn't kill her any time soon.

The family sat on the couch and regarded the sorry girl lying on the tiles before them.

"How fast do you think she can hop?" asked Emma.

"Maybe we can do an experiment," suggested Kasia.

"For science!" agreed Bob.

Kasia asked her, "Tesni, what's your best time hopping?"

"Fuck you!" came the reply.

"Nope! I'm gonna fuck you!" Kasia laughed.

"Bring it on, bitch! You know what happened last time."

Kasia laughed, "okay, after you've done your hopping. Then we'll fuck. I'm not gay or anything, but you are kinda yummy. It'll be your treat for being a good boy. You can kill me again if you like."

Of course, Tesni was too exhausted to do much. She stood awkwardly on the treadmill, favouring her bad leg. She knew she was suffering from glycogen depletion, and her legs felt like uncooperative hunks of rubber. She heard the slicer start behind her, the blades whupping through the air.

Then the belt started to move. Terror gripped her, but there wasn't much she could do about it. She lurched lamely forward, hoping to stave off the inevitable horror.

"They should have this in the Olympics," Kasia said, "for sure it'd boost the viewing figures."

Tesni didn't last long. Her good leg crumpled beneath her, and soon she was crawling on all fours, trying to escape the agony of death. But it still wasn't time. Once again she was rescued from the machine.

"Well, I think you're ready for more raping now," teased Kasia. "And look what Bob made me!"

Tesni lay on the floor and her eyes followed Kasia as she opened her bag of tricks, and produced another double ended strap-on, an eight inch phallus of smooth steel.

Kasia strapped it on, and wiggled her hips seductively, making the shaft bob from side to side. She crouched down to Tesni's level, and crawled along the floor towards her like a predator.

"C'mon then, Tesni, let's call this a re-match. I think things have evened up a bit since last time."

Tesni was too exhausted to argue. She lay back on the tiles, and waited for Kasia to take her.

Emma could hardly wait. "Oh Bob, this will be perfect." She draped herself over the arm of the sofa, presenting her shapely bum, and Bob mounted her from behind. The couple had the perfect view.

Kasia pulled down Tesni's Lycra shorts, and looked down at the milky white flesh below her. She reached down and spread her legs. Tesni tried to keep her knees together, but didn't put up much of a fight.

Then Kasia spread Tesni's lips, and pushed the hard steel forwards. Tesni gasped a little as it slid inside.

"It's just like before," said Kasia, as she gently thrust into Tesni's cunt, "but now you're weak."

"Not so weak that I can't choke you out again," countered Tesni.

"Please! It was incredible last time. I felt like I was flying."

Having negotiated a kind of uneasy truce, the girls started fucking. As before, Tesni took the dominant part, rolling Kasia over, taking her young throat in her hands, pressing her fingers into the carotid arteries.

Despite her exhaustion, and the pain from her missing toes, Tesni found it cathartic. The ardour lessened her agony, and she found bittersweet tears of lust and anger flowing down her cheeks as she hate-fucked the younger girl beneath her.

So the two girls continued, raping and lustfully wishing the worst for the other. Kasia enjoyed the moment, knowing it wouldn't last for too long.

Then she felt the euphoric dizzyness sweep over her, and knew the time had come. She reached down onto her belt, and pressed a button.

A horrific gargling scream erupted from Tesni, as razor sharp edges flicked out from descreet slits in Kasia's shaft, tearing into her vaginal canal. Then the mechanized pounding started, driving the blades back and forth inside Tesni's pussy like a jack-hammer. Blood trickled down steel and into Kasia's lap, adding to her own juices.

Tesni tried to climb away from Kasia, and escape, but pulling away only forced the barbed blades deeper into her flesh. Kasia took in the look of horror unfolding on Tesni's face with great satisfaction for a few seconds, and watched fascinated as the vibrations made Tesni's nipples jiggle on her little breasts.

In fact both girls were quivering all over. Vibrations simultaneously hit every erogenous zone in Kasia's body, and she burst into a stellar orgasm as Tesni collapsed on top of her. Kasia gripped her screaming flesh in a carniverous hug, and rolled back on top of her victim.

In and out slid the shaft, slicing Tesni's hole to ribbons. At the end of each thrust, Kasia would hit the girl's cervix, each time giving an extra push, feeling the blades get hammered through. It didn't take much of this before Kasia had cut through into Tesni's womb.

Kasia's orgamsic gasps could hardly be heard over Tesni's screams, and then Kasia's own quivering body added to the vibrations of the toy, a climax on top of a climax. Panting, she pulled out, the pounding shaft dragging with it a chunks of girl-gore, leaving a slick trail of blood oozing onto the tiles. Then she turned the thing off.

"Well, judging by all the noise you were making, you enjoyed that as much as I did!" Kasia said to Tesni's ghostly white face.

Bob and Emma certainly had, by now both were panting and grinning in a post-coital euphoria.

Kasia flopped back onto the sofa with the others, catching her breath.

"Well that should slow her down at bit," laughed Emma, "I wonder how fast she can crawl."

The trio took some time out for snacks, drinks and a smoke, making jibes at the ruined but still delectable treat that lay on the floor in a pool of blood.

"She won't last the night, but it's a shame we have to snuff her. She was a lovely little fuck toy," said Bob, regretfully.

"Let's get her back into the machine," said Emma.

The trio dragged the helpless girl back onto the treadmill, and shut the door, leaving Tesni lying on her back, toes toward the slicer.

Then Bob motioned to Emma with his eyes. The two of them stood up, and started to strip. Bob handed Kasia the remote.

"Give us a couple of minutes, then you can start," Bob told her.

"Where are you…" Kasia started to say, but then watched as Bob and Emma crawled under the machine, into the pit below. She felt a tinge of jealousy for a moment, before she remembered that she was a sex slave. And after all, she was in control of Tesni's end, so it wasn't all bad.

Kasia licked her lips, stuffed a vibrator into her snatch, and looked through the glass at Tesni. Lycra pants around her knees signalled a readiness for action and the sexy way her stomach muscles moved as she gasped for breath made her look quite tasty and fuckable.

Kasia sighed, and pressed the button. Tesni jiggled with the sudden movement and headed towards the blades. She made no effort to escape this time, and didn't even look, as her seven toes slowly got closer and closer to the slicer.

But that attitude suddenly changed, as, with a shunk, seven toes were abruptly reduced to two. Tesni screamed and pulled back her right leg, and started to try and back away from the blades.

Kasia's regret evaporated. The prospect of turning Tesni into sandwich-filling with sauce was quite a rush, and she laughed as Tesni kept crawling backwards.

Of course, Bob and Emma couldn't see this drama playing out, they would review it later on screen. But they could hear it all going on above them. Emma was on top, and she moaned as something hit her on the back, and Tesni screamed.

"It's just toes," Bob told her, "plenty more to come."

Kasia thought Tesni was quite good a crawling backwards. "What's your best time for backwards-crawling?"

But Tesni was tiring. She screamed again, as her feet neared the whirring blades, and she pulled them back out of harm's way, almost rolling over backwards, holding them back with her arms.

So it turned out that the next part of her to get sliced was her butt.

Suddenly Bob and Emma heard more screams, the blood-curdling sort that only come of indescribable agony, as amid the shunk-shunk-shunk blood and flesh cascaded down onto Emma's back and slithered down her sides.

Kasia watched, transfixed, as the blades did their work, slicing Tesni's rump to pieces. Tesni could no longer hold her legs back, and they flopped once again into the path of the blades, and her feet were rapidly destroyed, and shins were cleaved lengthways.

Blood flew from the edges of the disc as it spun, spraying copiously onto the glass, and trickling down amid fragments of bone.

Tesni's lower half continued to be sliced and diced, as the unstoppable blades simultaneously worked their way through her thighs and abdomen, making one-inch sections of her butt, and her womanhood.

The massive force of Tesni's legs getting destroyed jiggled Tesni's torso entertainingly, and Kasia started to cum again. The machine shook and quivered as the unrelenting machine chopped through the thick muscles in her ass and thighs and smashed through the pelvic bones.

A spray of piss leapt into the air as Tesni's bladder was bisected, then shit joined the blood trickling down the glass as her intestines were diced into one-inch sections.

Meat and viscera fell, trickling and slithering down into the pit, splattering onto Emma's back, as she squirmed and fucked her husband in the steaming pile below.

Above, Kasia danced with glee at the splatter-fest of exploding organs. The slicer had progressed past Tesni's belly button, and she was still alive.

Kasia stopped the belt. She looked down at the terrified half-girl. "The thing with the regeneration tank," she explained, "is that it only works if you're in one piece, not one hundred slices. I'm sorry. It's just the circle of life."

She restarted the belt and marvelled as ribs were smashed, arms were chopped, and vital organs diced into a terrible bloody mass of goop.

As Tesni died, and her remains cascaded down onto the couple below, Bob and Emma finally came for the last time of the day, orgasmically squirming around in the mushy pile of splatter that was once a feisty red-head.

And after that once pretty head was chopped into freckly sections, there was nothing left of Tesni at all, except several long lasting orgasms, another video for the collection and a big clean up in aisle three.

As Emma emerged from the slaughter, drenched in blood, she reached down and pulled out a nice looking slice of ham. She peeled off a strip of Lycra and flicked it away. "Supper time!"