Still the roller blithely continued on its merry way, folding the remains of Maisie's ribcage and shattering her shoulder blades, splattering pieces of lung in all directions.

Maisie's skull was by now barely attached to anything, her spine having been ground to gravel, and it resisted being pulled under the roller a little before succumbing with a cracking crunch which reverberated across the factory floor. Maisie's face contorted into a bizarre puzzled expression, with her tongue forced out, then ceased to look human at all as her eyeballs popped out of her skull, and bloody snot and cerebral matter shot from her nose.

A few seconds later, her brown arms too were squished, and there was nothing left of her at all except one leg and a long grisly trail of pulp, as if she had been run over by a steam roller. Slimy blood pooled on the white tiled floor, with chunks of mystery meat that had leapt, lemming-like from the belt.

Kasia shut the machine down, and a silence fell upon the scene, save for the drip-drip of O-positive. Emma was moaning; the sight, sound and pungent scent of it all had brought her to climax.

Bob stood up, wiped his cock off on Kasia's PJs and ruffled her hair. "Good job kiddo."

Kasia herself was over the moon. She felt this rite of passage had turned her into a different person, and a thousand emotions coursed through her heart and mind. She was sure of one thing though, she wanted to stay here forever.

The machine was reversed for a final time, and Bob stood with his arms around the two ladies, the trio all sporting broad grins on their sweaty, blood streaked faces, as they watched a twelve foot long streak of wasted human flesh get scraped from the conveyor and sloppily fall into a wheely bin.

"Well kid, you've got a helluva job to do tomorrow, that's quite a cleanup" Bob told Kasia.

"I don't mind," Kasia replied, "It'll be kinda fun."

"Good. Well, I think you know that you're never leaving here, but perhaps you can have some fun as long as you stay."

Kasia leapt at the opportunity. "Maybe you can keep me as a slave. I'll do anything," she flirted, swaying her hips coyly.

Bob thought Emma would have other designs on her young flesh, and he didn't want to get her hopes up. "Well, it's getting late. you better grab something to eat and get back to your cell. You can put your old clothes back on if you like."

Bob escorted her back to the cell block. Before closing the door, he looked into her eyes. A gaze held a little too long. He realized that he would have to watch himself. Emotional attachments weren't a good idea in this game.