Kasia figured that Maisie would soon be dead again, but wanted to draw things out as long as possible. She thought about putting the roller back to where it was before everything went pear shaped, starting over at the fingers. Then unbidden, the image of rolling out pastry suddenly popped into her mind and she laughed. She looked Maisie in the eye, gave her a big smile, and restarted the belt.

The roller advanced hungrily with Maisie's pert rump in its sights. This took pressure away from her chest and Maisie started gasping again, frantic ragged whoops of purest agony. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, and there was nothing she could do, no escape at all from the torment.

"Nooo!" she managed to cry, looking at Kasia imploringly. Kasia just laughed cruelly, and returned her attention to the roller, and how best she could use it to pulverise her sister.

Now, Maisie's booty was being drawn into the impossible two-inch gap. Little pops could be heard as more vertebrae were torn apart, then a gentle sighing as the yummy fat on her buttocks was spread downward and outwards.

Another dull crack, this time as her pelvis split in two, causing her little legs to splay outwards funny angles. Maisie was starting to resemble nothing more than roadkill, at least from the waist down.

Unlike Maisie's squishy, viscera filled middle, her chewy buttocks, being mostly meat and bone put up more resistance to the relentless progress of the machine. The hum of the motor intensified, and the speed reduced a little. The hydraulic pistons creaked and groaned, now under tons of pressure. A clang reverberated around the room, as metal shifted against metal.

The roller continued its steady progress across Maisie's botty, flattening it sideways, the skin bulging at breaking point. Her right leg, nearest the three, popped out of its socket and flopped outwards, dangling forlornly over the side of the conveyor.

The gore-fest continued as Maisie's once proud ass and girly hips were completely obliterated, oozing fat and shredding muscle.

A series of loud bangs shook the machine, as the final fragments of Maisie's pelvis exploded under the extreme pressure, cutting through flesh and puncturing the skin. The girl's body shook and quivered with each, and her moans warbled with each shock like she was being punched in the stomach.

The sickly sounds of destruction continued to fill the air as chunky mincemeat was unceremoniously pushed in a gruesome wave by the roller, finally spilling over the sides of the conveyor.

Maisie's left leg was twisted around by the roller, before being horribly mangled, The skin on the thigh progressively unzipped and disgorged what looked like pulled pork, before jettisoning an almost intact femur. Meanwhile her other leg was dragged alongside the belt by skin and tendons.

Kasia realised that Maisie must be very near death now, and so turned the speed up. After all, squishing a corpse isn't nearly as much fun.

It was time to finish her. Kasia reversed the controls, and now the belt and roller started back in their tracks, towards Maisie's chest and its vital contents.

Passing over the already flattened sections, it once again reached her lower back, and was now drawing the larger part of her torso under its power. As her upper body was pulled into the narrowing wedge, Maisie gave a gurgle and started doing her stranded fish impression again.

Bob was close to the point of no return, unable to control little squirts of precum shooting into Kasia's eager little snatch, as Kasia gave wavering little gasps of pleasure with each breath.

Maisie's ribcage soon succumbed to the roller, being forced into the narrow gap. Kasia watched in delight as her dark skin was flayed and torn from her back, leaving contrasting marbled red meat showing underneath. As her chest was crunched flat, white ribs collapsed, snapped and poked out sideways from under the roller.

Then Maisie's mouth suddenly gaped open, and a little saliva trickled out. She made a strange, strangled cough, then the trickle turned to a stream of puke, then the stream turned into a gush of poop.

"Jesus, I never thought that was possible!" Emma exclaimed.

Maisie's head snapped back and her neck bulged, and she died for the last time as a projectile vomit of blood, shit and entrails were sent spewing across the conveyor. It was, as Kasia predicted, just like stepping on a tube of toothpaste.

Witnessing the lovely display of squirtyness in front of him, Bob followed suit, squirting his final load of the day into Kasia's love box.