Chapter 16. So Damn Sexy.

Bob sat at the computer desk, flipped open a wirebound red A5 notebook, and scribbled down some notes. Once again, he had woken from the dream of the devil woman and the iron maiden, and it had given him an idea. Kasia was nakedly sprawled out on the bed, panting gently, glowing from the aftermath.

They were alone in Kasia's room. The night before, Christi and Amy wouldn't stop crying from the horror of the video and the rapey abuse that followed. They were still wailing even after being discouraged by being strangled and bounced off the walls. Bob and Kasia wanted some peace and quiet so they could get some sleep so in the end the sisters had been returned to the cells.

Kasia felt like a thousand Christmases had arrived at once. "It's the Bitches death day Bob! I can't wait!" she said, as she sprang to her feet.

Bob continued his doodling, "Mmm-hmm," he said absently.

"You're not even listening. What are you doing?"

Bob looked up, closed the book over the pencil to keep the place, and told her about the dreams, and his new contraption idea. "…So it's like an iron maiden, that turns your insides to soup. The spikes go into your tummy, then spread open inside, like petals on a flower, and whizz round and liquefy your innards."

"My innards?"

"Well, we'll need a test subject, and you are the slave. And your innards would be perfect, I've experienced their squishiness first hand and done the calculations. But I'll have to check with your mother first. I'll only use you if Emma agrees too."

Kasia grinned and threw a pillow at him. "Oh well, I guess it's game over for me then. At least it'll kill me right away, and I won't suffer too much."

"Good point," Bob agreed, "I'll need to fix that, otherwise the fun will be over too soon. Maybe if it only went into your guts, and not the heart or lungs. Then you could live long enough so we could have some fun with you before you completely dieded."

"Dieded?"

"It's what all the cool kids say these days."

Kasia rolled her eyes. "Bob, you fuckin boomer, it's not 2016 anymore! Anyway, I dunno what fun you could even have. I… no, I mean the victim, probably won't be in the mood for games after they've had their innards souped."

"We could just watch the expression on your pretty face, as we squeeze all that chunky ketchup out of your foo-foo. Imagine the mess! I'm pretty sure Emma would be sold on that idea."

Bob returned to his notebook. "Squeezing mechanism," he muttered to himself as he made more notes.

"Do you need a squeezer?" Kasia asked, "you could just let Emma jump on my guts. I'm sure she wouldn't mind, and then it'd all just come spewing out of my holes."

"So you are offering! That's very dedicated. Just wait till I tell Emma how keen you are."

"I'm pretty sure it's in my contract anyway," Kasia said nonchalantly, as she headed into the kitchen. "Like making breakfast."

Kasia fixed food for everyone, including the Bitches. As she did, she laughed as she thought of blending their insides, like tomato soup, and squeezing it out again. Then she and Bob went to distribute the final meal to the victims, and told them to dress and ready themselves.

Emma joined them soon after they returned. Over breakfast, Kasia gleefully told her about the fun they had with the sisters the night before. "It was so funny when they realised Chloe was getting souped. They had no idea!"

"Oh, you're making me jealous!" Emma said, "You know that's not wise!"

Bob laughed. "You don't have to worry for much longer Emma. Kasia's agreed to let us test my new invention on her. I reckon it'll be ready for your birthday."

He explained the Iron Maiden of Blending idea to her. As he did, Kasia noticed that Emma's eyes were on her tummy the whole time, a dreamy look in her eyes.

Then Emma spoke again, with sudden excitement. "Bob, we could fuck underneath her, as her insides get squeezed out over us."

Kasia worried sometimes. She was never quite sure if Emma was joking.




It was nearly lunchtime before everything was ready for the big event. The obstacles and items that had been brought in the day before were arranged around one side of the Arena, creating hiding spaces for the victims and space around them to allow access for the Crocododgems and Volvomort, Kasia's Volvo of squishing.

The Bitches had been instructed to change into their party clothes, and had been returned to the cage at gun point. Then it had been covered with a sheet, so that the bad girls wouldn't suspect their fate until the last moment, and the trio had wheeled it into the centre of the Arena, mocking them as they undertook the little mystery tour.

Once inside, the family removed the tarp, and contemplated the assorted selection of sweetmeats behind the bars, each one garnished with a pretty outfit.

Little Amy was quite the princess, wearing a shimmery gold leotard, a coronet that held her wavy locks just so, and a white cocktail dress that reminded Bob of a badminton shuttle-cock. He scratched his beard as he thought about how much fun it would be to play that game. Ah well, he told himself, maybe another time. White tights showed off her cute little butt, and led to adorable little gold ballerina shoes.

Christi, in complete contrast to her sister, had gone fully punk, and in keeping with her shaved and dyed head, sported a black vinyl jacket with many zips, shiny vinyl trousers and grungy black trainers.

Of course, Lauren would have looked stunning wearing anything at all, or nothing but her shocking red lipstick. But today she had a slinky black strapless Spandex thing with cutouts up the sides that revealed enticing slashes of tanned girl-meat, and strappy tall heels. As Emma's lustful gaze reached her, she raised her hand, as if she was still in class.

"What?" Emma asked sharply.

Lauren twisted and stooped uncomfortably, one hand on her belly. "I gotta poop. I'm not feeling too…"

Emma cut her off. "Well it's too late now, you'll just have to manage. If it's any consolation, don't worry about making a mess. I mean, what d'ya think is going to happen here anyway?" Then with a dismissive air, her gaze shifted onwards to appraise the next in line.

Megan had dressed down, although she looked cute enough, with an oversized Pearl Jam t-shirt draped over her gentle curves, and ripped jeans holding her soft bum and legs nicely in place, and sand coloured Kickers.

A frilly lime green thing struggled valiantly to contain Georgie's fine rack, exposing a perfect chocolate brown cleavage of enticing jiggle, which when combined with Georgie's sassy attitude was quite capable of bossing people around. Below a expanse of bare yummy tummy she wore a too-tight matching green skirt that had a admirable tendency to ride up over her fulsome cheeks, revealing a frequent glimpse of white panties beneath. Bob nodded approvingly. He liked big girls. And small ones, but big girls too.

Finally Zoe. She had changed into a tie-died black and purple shift with a studded belt around her girly waist, black and white striped woolen leggings that accentuated the skinny waif-like quality of her long legs, and red Doc Marten's.

Emma licked her lips. "So you're the girls that have been mean to our Kasia. Well, now it's payback time. Fair's fair. Well okay, five-on-one wasn't fair, and so neither will we be. So maybe I should say, unfair's fair. You can't complain though, you've brought it upon yourselves."

"Still, you all look the part," she continued. "Quite a transformation! All clean, pretty and looking suitably yummy. But I'm sure you're all feeling a little bit apprehensive. That's to be expected before a big competition like this!" She pointed out various cameras to the girls. "Just like your own reality TV show! Who will survive to the next round? I understand Zoe is the leader, so I guess you'll all just sacrifice yourselves for her." She gave Zoe a conspiratorial wink, but for some reason Zoe didn't seem to share her confidence.

Bob took over. "Listen up ladies! here's the deal. We're going to hunt you down. If you get caught, you'll be raped and tortured to death. Not necessarily in that order. Lots of fun, if you're into that sort of thing. There will be only one winner. Then she will get to challenge Kasia, and if you can beat her, you'll be our sex slave forever. The only rule is that you're not allowed to hurt each other. That would be cheating. Besides, that's our job."

Georgie spoke up. "And what if we beat you all?"

The trio laughed. "That would seem to be kinda optimistic," Emma said.

With that, the family left the Arena, and closed the big blue steel door with a clang, leaving the Bitches to assess their new surroundings. They were silent for a moment, while they looked at the obstacles they were to hide amongst, arrayed against the wall. Most of it looked like it had been taken from a building site.

In the middle, there was a tower made from scaffolding, perhaps twenty feet tall, with a platform of planks at the top, and a convenient ladder leading up one side. At the summit, tied with ropes, was a large yellow plastic pipe, about two feet in diameter. This led steeply down to the left, over a stack of wooden crates, and into a builder's skip below. On the other side of the tower was an assortment of empty drums on pallets, surrounded by eight large concrete cubes, each of which must have weighed several tons.

"What's that?" Amy asked, pointing to a heavy circular metal plate that lay on the floor in front of the tower. It was about six feet across and had a red 'X' painted in the middle. Securely bolted around its circumference were four robust looking camera housings, the lenses looking impassively towards the centre.

"I don't like the look of that, Amy," said Christi. "Probably best just to stay away from it."

"So is that it?" Lauren groaned with disdain, "That's where we gotta hide? It's not much!"

"Oh shut up Lauren!" Megan retorted, "This is all your fault! You just let anyone into your party, and then this happens."

"They had guns!" Lauren said defensively, tears in her eyes. "What was I supposed to do? If you hadn't all been unconscious, maybe we would have had a chance."

"Maybe they're just fucking with us," Georgie said.

"Like they did with Chloe? Yeah they fucked with her pretty good," said Megan, rolling her eyes.

Amy was reminded of the video, and started to cry. Christi pulled her into a hug and stroked her hair comfortingly.

"For fuck's sake guys!" cried Zoe, her voice cracking with stress. "All this bitching is doing my head in! You heard what they said, only one of us gets out alive. So unless someone has a better plan, you might wanna think about that."

Georgie rattled the cage door, then looked glumly at the brass padlock securing it.

"There's six of us, and only three of them." Christi pointed out, "Maybe we can take them out. If we can get the gun…"

"The kid's right," said Zoe. "I've only seen one gun. Maybe we can rush them."

"They said something about hunting us with machines," Lauren said doubtfully. "I don't like the sound of that. I can't imagine what though, I've never heard of such a thing. Chainsaws?"

Zoe sighed. "It doesn't matter what they've got. We just have to try. It's our only chance. But we need a distraction too, a decoy."

Several pairs of eyes swiveled towards Amy.

"No!" protested Lauren, "She's only little!"

"Exactly!" said Zoe, "She's not much use for anything else, at least we can use her as bait."

Then Amy spoke up. "I don't mind," she offered bravely, "We've got to try something."

So the plan was finalized. As soon as the cage was opened, Amy would run for it, and the others would rush Emma and try to grab the gun. Then they would take a hostage and negotiate their exit.

As the others talked tactics, Megan stood quietly at the back of the cage and smirked wickedly. After all, she had formulated an alternative little plan of her own. But her thoughts were brought to a conclusion as she heard distant bangings and rumblings from beyond the blue door, and then it swung open, and the trio rolled in.




A palpable despondency settled over the girls, as they looked with scarce belief at the mechanisms of death arrayed before them. Of course, it shouldn't have affected their hopeful ruse, but the sheer presence of the hardware reminded them of the dreadful stakes, and filled them with doubt.

"Shit!" Georgie exclaimed. "Kasia's got a fucking steamroller!"

"I knew you'd be jealous!" Kasia called, laughing. "I can't wait to see what it can do! No volunteers? Oh well, I guess we'll all find out soon enough."

"You girls look like you've all gone weak at the knees!" Emma shouted from the cab of her Crocododgem. "I know the feeling. These things are so damn sexy, don't ya think?" Then she proceeded to drive up and down before them; chomping and churning the spiky jaws of her machine and displaying its terrible abilities to the less-than-thrilled audience.

The new development presented by the machines caused Megan's mind to race as she pondered how it would affect her plans for victory. As she did so, she felt her t-shirt brush against her nipples and realised that she was getting hard. Maybe Emma had a point.

In the face of the monstrous hardware confronting them, Zoe tried to rally her troops. "As soon as they open the cage…" she reminded them.

But the cage never opened. Instead, Kasia, with a demented look of bloodlust in her eyes drove Volvomort at full speed straight at the cage and its squishy, squealing contents.

The shock of the situation overtook Megan, and she burst in to an uncharacteristic laugh. "It's Ka-Ka-Kasia! she's c-c-coming to k-k-kill us!" she stammered. Even Kasia laughed at the filmic reference, and joined in. "REVENGE", she yelled, as Volvomort slowly trundled towards them.

The brief levity was dispelled, though, as the front of the roller slammed into the cage with a loud metallic rattle, bending it a little in the process. Then with a piercing squealing, like fingernails on a blackboard, the cage juddered and scraped along the steel floor, propelled by the advancing yellow behemoth towards the concrete blocks. The impact there shook the cage some more, and the girls were flung against the side, finally toppling over each other into an undignified pile.

Kasia laughed, "Oh it's so tempting just to mash you all up in there, but no, fair's fair, I gotta give you a chance." She hit reverse, and left the bent and twisted cage for Bob and Emma to deal with.

The two Crocododgems swooped in from the sides, steel mouths agape, hungry for action. Each took one end of the cage, easily crushing the wire mesh in its jaws. The girls inside screamed as the space inside reduced. The Crocododgems pulled back, and with a metallic screeching and twanging, the cage was torn into two, spilling the terrified girls into freedom.