The growing pile of steaming goo had now reached the top of Maisie's head. The next stroke of the piston would see her face buried under the remains of Magda's bowels, a delicious meal of belly fat, muscle, bits of uterus, liver paté, and shreds of shit-filled intestines.

Suddenly finding herself unable to breath, survival reflex kicked in and she tried to lift her head from the shambles. Emma put her hand on her throat and shoved it back into the pile, and gave her a couple of extra stabs of the blade for good measure. Panicking, Maisie tried to turn her head, but to no avail. Her little body heaved in convulsions to find air, the mound of chopped entrails producing gurgles and bubbling sounds as she started to drown in her mother's innards.

Emma delighted in the writhing desperation below her, but before Maisie could succumb, she pulled her bloody head free of the pile. Maisie coughed, blood flying from her lips, then gasped, squealed, and gasped again. Overwhelmed by the filth in her mouth, she turned her head, retched, and barfed, heaving repeatedly into the gruesome mix.

The machine continued its implacable work. Because of the pressure, not all of Magda's insides found their way through the grill. Her chest was being pushed up and down by the increasing gory mass below it. This had the titillating effect of making her breasts to rub up and down the Plexiglass, smearing gore as they went. It was a bloody parody of a cam whore giving a soapy display in the shower, only a hundred times more erotic.

Gastric juices and remains of breakfast were liberated as the stomach burst open, mixing with fleshy arm meat and cracking ribs. Then a dull pop sent a crimson wave of arterial blood flooding from the grill and over the pile like raspberry sauce over rhubarb crumble. It had been her heart, and finally Magda was dead.

As the final remains of the soft feminine torso flopped limply into the maw, Bob gazed in wondrous anticipation at those lovely, big, pale tits. They approached him as if in a friendly greeting and he couldn't hold himself any longer. As the mammaries flattened, squished and burst, he too burst into Kasia's sweet cunt, shooting wave after wave of his seed into her. He felt a little convulsion as Kasia orgasmed too. She was smiling and crying, her face beautifully contorted with every emotion from horror to ecstasy.

There was nothing left now except Magda's head, neck and one dangling, fleshy arm. The final movement of the piston saw to demolish those with a sustained and wet sounding crack and crunch.

As the skull burst open, an eyeball flew through one of the grill holes, and rolled down the ever expanding mass of gore. Emma, sensing impending climax, once more pushed Maisie's head back into the pile of filth.

Her little brown body bucked and squirmed desperately for what seemed like an age. Emma joyously let rip with the pelvic blade, sadistically plunging faster and faster, deeper and harder, dragging out chunks of pussy flesh and other unnameable gore with each thrust.

Emma finally moaned and climaxed as she felt the little one's body suddenly stiffen and convulse. With happy synchronicity she had reached her peak just as Maisie had finally drowned.