Bob stood, and grabbing an arm, flopped Magda over onto her back. There was a nasty two-inch wide hole perfectly centred where her navel was, surrounded by the puncture marks from the stomping. The whole front of her body was drenched in blood and more still was trickling from her minge and the place where her butt-hole used to be.

Emma looked at the ragged hole in Magda's middle. "I hear belly-button piercings are all the rage, but I can't see the attraction," she quipped.

"I dunno, it's a nice look," countered Bob, "One more orifice to fuck!" And he would have. He didn't have the energy though, and there were still more dishes on the menu to be savoured.

Magda, was still alive and conscious, at least for now. Bob guessed Emma had missed the most vital organs, either by luck or design. But the ruined woman's ghostly white complexion spoke of shock and serious blood loss, and it was clear she wouldn't be around for much longer.

Emma thought it best to see if they could keep her alive until the finale, so Bob raised her legs, while Emma administered an energy drink to try and replace lost fluids. Magda seemed confused about what was happening, and was mumbling incoherently.

Twenty minutes and a cup of coffee later, Bob felt ready to continue and a simple plan was formed. They would rape the kids while they were entertained by Magda getting obliterated in the Masher.

Soon they were back with the two youngsters at gunpoint. Maisie started crying again when she saw the ruins of mummy lying in a pool of blood. Kasia said nothing, just stared open-mouthed in horror as the couple tied her mother's wrists, wondering what they had done to her. She felt weak at the knees, dreading what was in store for Maisie and herself.

Each aisle of the Factory was equipped with a gantry crane that operated on an X-Y axis, so pretty much any part of the floor could be reached. Bob grabbed a nearby yellow remote that dangled from the ceiling on a curly cable and brought the hoist over to where Magda was lying.

He lifted her tied wrists over the hook and pressed some buttons to lift her into position. Another button, and chains clanked ominously as she descended to her peril, whereupon Bob climbed the access ladder and cut the rope.

The piston was already positioned at its furthest stroke, tight against the mashing grill, so that now Magda was standing on top of it. Her knees buckled, but she could not fall further, constrained as she was by the glass walls. She slumped against the side, wedged in.

Bob admired his work. "This is great!" he enthused. "It's just like being evil villains!"

Emma rolled her eyes. "Bob, we *are* evil villains."

At the sound of his wife's voice, Bob turned around to see her wearing another strap-on. In place of a cock, this one had a viscous looking serrated knife, with large barbs adorning its seven-inch blade.

Bob complimented his wife on her new look. "Oh, it's so you! So which one do you want to use that on?"

Emma pursed her lips. "Mmm," she pondered, tilting her head from side to side. "Maybe the cute one. The sulky bitch -- you know, Katya or whatever her name is. She's gotten off way too easy so far."