Bursting back through the cell door, Bob grabbed Magda by an arm and yanked her from the bed. "C'mon bitch, it's your turn now."

"Nooo!" cried Maisie, clinging onto her mother's free wrist, "Not mummy! It's not fair!"

Emma swung the bat down on Maisie's arm, breaking her grip and starting the noise again. Then the bat swung again, delivering a sickening blow to Magda's belly.

"Ugh," Magda groaned, and she folded in two, toppling forward. Bob grabbed her hair and dragged her unceremoniously from the cell.

Emma yanked the door shut, then turned again to face the woman. Another blow thudded into Magda's midriff, and she crumpled to the floor.

Now she was subdued, the couple grabbed an arm each and dragged her the length of the factory floor to the Masher, and dropped her onto the smooth steel of the slops tray.

Bob reached down and pulled out the full eight inches of his stiffened member. Emma stood by while he forced his way inside her and started raping her, thrusting deeper and deeper with each stroke. Her soft fleshy body was delicious, and he loved the way her mushy loose pussy gradually but involuntarily yielded to his thrusting. Then he knelt up, straddling her, and nodded to Emma.

Emma stepped over and pushed one spiked boot onto the bulge of the pyjamas at Magda's voluminous left tit. Magda screamed a horrible scream, and so validated, Emma stamped again. A Dark red patch soaked into the white cotton. A few more stamps yielded a mess of torn fabric and flesh under Emma's boot.

"Mmm Mmm Mmm," Emma giggled, then changed her target and casually stepped with all her weight on Magda's soft squidgy belly, twisting her foot from side to side and tearing little gashes in it. "Is that yummy, bitch?"

"Gurrgh," Magda said, and so of course Emma did it again. Now Bob no longer needed to thrust as the woman was doing the work for him, her cunt contracting in powerful waves as her body forced every muscle to resist the pressure it was under from Emma's boot.

Suddenly Bob felt the convulsions enveloping his shaft increase to an iron grip, and then Magda puked. The breakfast she had eaten an hour earlier erupted and pooled over her face. With each violent heave, it felt like Bob's cock was being strangled hard, and unable to resist, he came again and again. Then he laid down on top of Magda's gurgling, puke sodden form in a tight embrace, and fucked her for a few blissful seconds more. He didn't want it to stop so soon.

Breathing hard and staggering slightly, he climbed off, grabbed an arm and flipped her face down. He didn't want her to drown in her own vomit just yet.

"I got so wet doing that," said Emma, "It's amazing how you can feel her squishing under those boots. But I'm horny as hell now, and you were having most of the fun."

"Don't worry sweetness," Bob assured her, "Plenty to go round."

After grabbing a hose and rinsing down the tray, the couple stripped off her dirtied jammies and tied her to a nearby supporting column.

"Let's just leave her here and get a coffee," Bob suggested.