Chapter 7. The Squidger.


Normal life doesn't stop just because you happen to be evil dungeon-dwellers. Everyday distractions are bound to interrupt the smooth persuit of depravity from time to time. And so it was on this particular morning. Outside the cell-block, Bob and Emma were just about to check in their new charge when an insistent beeping took Bob away to deal with another delivery.

But not for long. Soon he was carrying a cardboard box back down the stairs. He grinned at Emma and shook the box. "These are those parts I've been waiting for."

"Uhh okay," Emma said uninterestedly. "But nobody cares about that now Bob, we wanna check out that blonde that Dave brought us."

Bob shrugged, and took the package away into the workshop.

The couple tooled up and headed to the cell block with Kasia in tow. Their new guest had managed to wriggle into a corner of the cell, and had propped herself up against the wall. A pair of glasses lay on the floor next to her.

She tried to speak, "Mmmff."

Emma removed the saliva and snot smeared gag. The young woman silently worked her aching jaw a few times and watched sullenly as Emma tossed the gag into the sink. "Oh, don't worry about that," Emma told the captive, "We'll get you a nice new clean one later."

Bob untied her and hauled her to her feet.

Rachael was as tall as Emma, a few years younger and very nearly as beautiful. Her glasses and refined oval face gave her a look of aloof, detached intelligence. A messy long bob added a little fire to her nerdiness.

She wore one of those long, figure-hugging, knitted jumper-dress things that swooped around her curvaceous figure and clung to her hips almost all the way to her knees. Below that, black knee socks and red strappy flats that matched the dress.

Emma looked her up-and-down. "Oh that's a lovely get-up! I might steal it. You do look amazing! Tall, incredible figure; could be a super-model if it wasn't for the face. Such a shame. Isn't she ugly, Bob?"

Bob considered Rachael's pretty cheekbones, fearful brown eyes, and tight, defensive lips. She was altogether lovely. He nodded.

The girl self-consciously reached down to straighten her outfit, and Bob watched her enticing, soft cleavage jiggle through the V-neck. It was natural for him to compare the newcomer's attributes with those of his wife. But he wasn't looking at the face, or even the chest. It was the way her narrow waist gave way to the swell of her hips that mesmerised Bob. Her hips were wide, but not too wide, still retaining a little of that youthful svelteness that girls have before their hips fully widen for motherhood. This attribute was paired with a yummy pelvic depth that accentuated her ass and made Bob want to plunge balls deep inside her.

Emma stepped forward towards the girl and stood nose-to-nose with her. "You're stupid enough to think you look cleverer than me, don't you?"

Kasia frowned, and started counting on her fingers, trying to figure that one out.

The girl nervously cleared her throat and spoke. "I'm not sure what's going on here, but there must be some way to resolve this. You have the wrong person. Let's straighten things out and forget about it. I won't go to the police."

Emma headbutted her in the face, splitting open her nose. Rachael staggered back and sat suddenly on the bed in shock, blood dripping onto her dress.

She started crying. "Please let me go. Please. You don't seem like bad people. There's just been some kind of mix-up. All I was doing is walking home from college and now I'm here and I don't even know why."

"Mmm." Bob said. "Yummy college girl. Whatcha studying?"

"Mechanical Engineering."

Bob laughed. "You're gonna love this place! Maybe we'll give you the full tour."

"You must drive the guys in your class wild!" Emma chipped in. "Boyfriend?"

Rachael fumbled with her bent glasses with trembling hands. "What do you want with me?"

"Well, sweet cheeks," Emma explained with a friendly smile, "we haven't really decided on the details yet. But we plan to slowly snuff you in the most tortuous and messy way possible, using your dying body for our selfish sexual gratification. If you play your cards right," she added brightly, "it'll all be over by teatime."

"Yes," said Bob, joining in the fun, "I was planning on tearing you apart while I rape you. Use a big winch to separate your top and bottom halves. Quite medieval. You'd understand that as an engineering student. Tensile strength and all that. What do you suppose the tensile strength of a cutie like you is? Couple of hundred kilos?"

Emma's eyes were shining. "And then what Bob?"

Bob looked at Rachael's deliciously narrow waist. "Well, I suppose the ligaments in her spine would snap, and the vertebrae would separate. Unimaginable agony. Then she'd stretch out until her skin gives way and pop like a Christmas cracker. Or two dogs pulling apart a rabbit. Guts spilling everywhere. But who knows. Really there's only one way to find out. Science!"

"Yay!" said Kasia.

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Rachael (19) 36D-24-34 1.81m 67kg
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After Bob had recorded the details in his notebook, the trio left the traumatised Rachael in the cell sans her red dress which Emma was carrying. "It seems a pity to waste it, and I think it'll fit me perfectly."

"Don't you think she looks a bit like you?" Bob asked her.

"Like me? I suppose so. Or like my little sister. About the same age anyway."

"Ah!" exclaimed Bob, with a glint in his eye. "Jessica!"

Emma glared at him suspiciously. "Bob, please promise me to never think about Jessica again."

Bob looked at his feet like a naughty schoolboy. "Ohh-kay, I pwomise!"

Then he was serious again and turned towards the workshop. "I know you've got other things on your mind, sweetheart, but let me just check this delivery first. It's the parts to repair the Squidger."

Emma and Kasia followed Bob into the workshop, and Emma seemed suddenly interested after all. "The Squidger? How long would it take to repair that?"

"I dunno. Just got to replace the control valve, put in a new hose and top up the hydraulics. An hour maybe? Probably do it at the week-end."

There was a pregnant silence, and Kasia could see the wheels in Emma's mind turning.

"You know, Bob, you're right. She does look a bit like me. Not as beautiful, obviously, but gorgeous body. We could play make-believe. You know, dress her up like me."

"Ha! That's a neat idea!"

"And then we could play out my favourite demise."

Bob frowned. "But I don't even have a steamroller."

"No, the other one."

Kasia wondered how many 'favourite demises' Emma had.

"Oh, I see," Bob said, at last realising his wife's plan. "You want to use the Squidger on her. But it's my turn to decide isn't it? I was looking forward to popping her like a Christmas cracker. For Science. I've already set up the winch."

"Oh please Bob! You can fuck her to death until she pops in the Squidger instead! More than one way to pop a cutie! And I'll make it up to you! I promise! You said she looks like me, and you know the Squidger is my favourite," she wheedled. "And just imagine! We'll dress her up to look just like me, and then you can squidge her, but really you won't be squidging her, you'll be squidging me, because she'll be me! And just imagine the mileage we'll get from that. All on video. We'll watch it about a million times after, and I'll love you forever."

Bob sighed. "You'll love me forever anyway, sweetheart. But okay." Then, decision made, he grinned slyly. "Actually I can't wait! The Squidger does need a proper test."

Emma turned to Kasia. "It broke last time we were playing on it," She explained. "Nearly squished me to death! Otherwise we'd already have used it by now, instead of that stupid boring Masher. Probably on your sister and your mum. And you."

Kasia didn't dare ask what the Squidger actually was, but figured it wasn't for washing windows.

Emma studied Kasia's body for a moment. "But Bob's going to fix it," she continued airily, "and then we can snuff you in it after all."

"Wait, what?" Kasia cried, looking to Bob. Partly for reassurance, but mostly to break away from Emma's creepy gaze.

"Just jokes," Bob chuckled.

"Yes. Jokes," Emma echoed with a distant stare and faint smile.


* * *


Emma thought it would be fun if Rachael and herself wore identical matching outfits, and had gone to the farmhouse to pick them out.

"She could be gone hours," Bob chuckled, "So it'll give me time to fix the machine."

"But what is it, Bob?" Kasia asked. She still didn't really want to know, but somehow had to.

"Tell you what, sweet pea, come and help me fix it, and I'll show you."

Kasia liked being around Bob. He called her things like 'sweet pea'.

Bob fetched some tools, and soon they were at long, low, heavy steel table, about eight feet by three, with holes at strategic intervals. Kasia realised these must be for attaching ropes to tie down the victim.

Towards one end of the table was an inch-thick steel platform held a couple of feet aloft by four hydraulic pistons, two on each side. It was as wide as the table and about eighteen inches long. Kasia noticed that the top side was upholstered with black leather padding, but the underside was completely flat and smooth.

"Look," Bob said, exasperated, after Kasia asked yet again how it worked, "Just let me fix it and then you can help me test it, okay?"

So Kasia sat while Bob worked and banged and cursed underneath. But her mind kept drifting back to Emma's cruel words and creepy lustful stare.

It didn't seem too long before Bob emerged, triumphant from the bowels of the machine, wiping his hands on a rag. "Well that should do it. Pretty easy fix really. Now I'll show you."

He clanged down a power switch on a nearby pillar, and pushed a lever; somewhere Kasia heard an electric motor hum into life. Bob picked up a control box that was connected to the machine by an armoured cable.

"Now you go underneath that platform. Normally of course you'd be tied down."

The metal plate was just high enough off the deck that Kasia could crawl into the space on all fours. Then, following Bob's instruction, she lay down and wriggled around onto her back, with her arms by her sides. Now, as she lay there, she felt a little excited trepidation.

"Perfect!" said Bob. "Now this is the fun part. I'm going to lower the plate onto your torso. So just stay where you are. And don't worry! It's perfectly safe as long as nothing goes wrong."

Kasia's heart was racing knowing what was coming next, but she still gasped when she heard the hydraulic hiss, and the pistons started slowly pulling the plate down towards her body. She even squealed a little when the hard steel softly kissed her pyjama-covered breasts.

Bob pressed a button and the machine stopped. "Ah, good. I guess the fixed worked. Last time it didn't stop and nearly squished Emma for real. She's very dear to me, Kasia, so I haven't dared let her play in it since then, even though she wants to."

Kasia found that one end of the metal plate rested just under her chin, and the other was just between her pelvis and navel. She felt like a piece of meat in a steel sandwich, and that's exactly what she was.

"Now you get the idea," Bob said. "I can use this to squish your torso, while leaving your head and pelvic area intact. Wanna guess why?"

Kasia nodded. "So you can fuck me and squish me at the same time, Bob. Squidged."

"Exactly. But not your head, because we want to watch the expressions on your pretty face and hear you beg as you go. It was Emma's idea, believe it or not."

"Oh, I definitely believe it, Bob."

Bob climbed up onto the table, Then, straddling Kasia's hips, he lay down above of her, missionary position, except now their bodies were separated by the steel plate. His arms rested comfortably on its padded upper surface.

He looked down at Kasia and smiled. "It's got one more neat trick though." He turned a knob and with a kerchunk-kerchunk noise, the plate started rythmically moving up and down. Just an inch each way, squishing her boobs a little with each thrust.

Kasia wasn't ready for this. "Oh, fuck! No, Bob, stop! It's too scary!"

Bob laughed and the machine stopped. "Fun though isn't it? That part was my idea. Just in case the victim can't or won't wriggle, they'll still be a uhh…" He paused, searching for the right words but not finding them. "…reactive sexual partner."

"Fuck, Bob. That's sick. What you're really trying to tell me is, even if they're dead, they'll still work for you."

Bob looked a little shame-faced and nodded. He gazed down at the pretty, helpless girl below him, and there was a lull in the conversation.

Kasia knew what he was thinking. She was pretty sure she could feel the bulge in his pants rubbing against her. "I'll work for you, Bob," she whispered.

Suddenly, an insistent beeping echoed around the Factory.

Bob cursed. "Ah bollocks! Be right back." He jumped down and sprinted away, only to re-appear seconds later. "Nearly forgot!" he grinned apologetically, and pulled the lever at the side of the machine and the humming stopped. "There. You're safe now. I'll be two minutes! Don't go anywhere!"

Ha Ha. Very funny, Bob, Kasia thought, pinned in place as she was. Of course her legs were free, and she could wriggle her butt a little to stay comfortable, but that was the limit of her mobility.

But Bob wasn't back in two minutes. Or ten. Or twenty. Kasia's back started to ache and her boobs felt numb. But there wasn't anything she could do but wait.


* * *


After what felt like hours, she heard the footsteps of Bob's return and breathed a sigh of relief. "Bob! Where have you been!?"

"Oh hello!" replied Emma gleefully. "What do we have here? Have you seen Bob?"

Kasia's heart stopped. "Th…there was a b…beeping noise and he ran away."

"A b…beeping noise?" mocked Emma. "Ah well. He's probably b…busy then. Giving you a little d…demonstration was he? Maybe I'll take over. How far did he get? Did he tell you it was 100 tons? And how it nearly squished me?"

Kasia tried to shake her head and nod at the same time, and suddenly wanted to pee.

"Hmm. Let's see if I remember how this works," Emma said. She pushed the safety lever forward and the hum resumed.

Suddenly Kasia decided she didn't want to play this game any more.

"Now, I know one button makes it go up, and the other one makes it go down. Bob didn't bother putting labels on them though. Pretty careless if you ask me. Could lead to a nasty accident if the button mysteriously got stuck, and no-one pulled the safety lever in time."

Kasia wondered how labels would prevent that, but thought mentioning it wouldn't help.

"See, the thing is," Emma explained, "my biggest fantasy is getting squished. Steamrollers make me wet. Starting at the toes. Just imagine! That's probably Bob's influence on me. He's obsessed by that too. We role-play that a lot in bed to be honest. He's the squisher and I'm the uh… squishee. And one night we were discussing that. Y'know - pillow talk. He wanted to fuck me and squish me at the same time."

Kasia looked a little embarrassed and Emma picked up on it.

"TMI? Oh I don't mind oversharing with you sweetheart. You'll be dead by tomorrow so our secret is safe. Anyway, I told Bob it's impossible. I mean if I'm getting steamrollered then he can't be fucking me can he? How can that work?" Emma laughed. "And he kinda just scratched his beard and looked up at the ceiling, and so here we are. Actually, it was the first machine he built himself. Before that we just had a standard industrial shredder. That was fun too. But only to watch. Poor Tara. But it's not really interactive, is it?"

Kasia shook her head in agreement.

"But we've not had a chance to properly test it until now. Sometimes we used to play make-believe with it, I'd climb inside and he'd fuck me and squeeze me with it. Just a little bit. And I'd squeal and beg. But last time something broke inside it and it wouldn't stop. I nearly got smooshed like jam. Just imagine! And Bob has been waiting for the parts to fix it. To be honest, I don't think he wants to risk it with me again. I'm too precious to him. So sad."

Emma looked down at the vulnerable, scared girl trapped below her. "But you're not too precious are you? Just a disposable slave-girl. We could easily get another. And you'd be perfect. Watching you get popped under there while Bob fucks you would be the hottest thing in the world."

There was an uncomfortable silence, and Kasia fished around for something to say. But only one word came to mind. "Popped?"

"Bob says it's 100 tons. I'm not sure why it's so much. Just a few would surely be enough. But I think sometimes he gets carried away. Or he wants to hear the bones crunch. Well, we don't honestly know what would happen, if you'll really pop or if your insides'll just squirt out through your mouth and holes. But that's what we're here to find out, sweetness. Science!"

Kasia said nothing. She didn't like where this conversation was heading.

Emma laughed. "You don't need to look so nervous. You'll be dead before you actually pop. Probably anyway. I'm fairly sure. At any rate, you'll be dead soon after. I mean, how long can you live without breathing? Two minutes? I reckon that's the longest you could stay conscious after your lungs collapse and your abdomen bursts open. Of course it might feel like longer, especially if we give you oxygen to keep you going. Actually could be hours of indescribable agony and horror. So just forget I said all that. But that's all for tomorrow anyway, so you don't need to worry about it now."

Kasia felt the prickling sensation of tears in her eyes. "But Bob said I could stay as a slave!"

Emma laughed. A gleeful, contemptuous cackle of derision. "You really think it's Bob who runs this show? He built this whole place just for me, darling. It's my playground. Of course Bob does the day-to-day operation, and he's as messed up as me when it comes to snuffing. But he'll do anything for me. That's the power of love. Tomorrow I'll have my fun with you. You'll see."

She climbed up onto the machine, and assumed the position, just as Bob had before, resting her elbows on the padded top of the plate which was now between them. She took the remote in her hands.

Fuck! Where is Bob? Kasia thought.

"Isn't this super?" Emma said. "It's a real power-trip! One flick of a switch and we'll find out what 100 tons will do to you. But very slowly, for funsies. Just thinking about it is making me wet to be honest."

She trailed her manicured fingers over the control panel. "Tomorrow. Or today, doesn't make much difference really," she mused. Then she pursed her lips and tilted her head to one side, as if deciding whether to eat the last chocolate in the box, or save it till later. She decided. It was too yummy to resist.


* * *


Kerchunk-kerchunk. Again the plate started to thrust up and down, bumping against Kasia's chest. She had a close-up view of Emma's cleavage, and watched it bounce and jiggle with the plate's motion.

"Please stop!" Kasia begged. Of course it was exactly the wrong thing to say.

Emma gripped Kasia's legs between her own, completing her domination, and thrust her hips forward, rubbing her crotch against the girl's. Then she leaned down and licked the tears away from Kasia's cheek. "Bye-bye slave girl. Looks like we had a terrible accident. Poor Bob will be so upset."

The plate started to slowly lower once more, still pulsating.

Kasia felt the pressure build up until it was thumping into her torso, bending her ribs and squishing her tummy. She screamed and sqirmed but this only aroused Emma all the more.

Emma pulled down Kasia's pyjama bottoms, licked her middle finger and worked it into the girl's cunt. Machine-driven waves wetly squeezed her finger. "Oh my God, that's amazing! Bob'll absolutely love that!"

Kasia was beyond caring. The steel plate pressed her chest ever more tightly, until she could only gasp in time with it's movement. Emma giggled happily at her distress.

And now she couldn't breathe at all. Her ribs hurt so much. She felt a squelching sensation in her guts, and stomach acid squirted up into her throat, burning and choking. There was a pounding in her head and something popped in her back.

That was the moment Kasia knew she was going to die, and she felt a warm gush of urine between her legs. It didn't matter. She hated herself for being so foolish, stupidly clinging onto the hope that there could be any other outcome other than death in this place. And now it was obvious Bob was in on it too. Probably watching with a boner right now as his wife splattered her.

Then the searing pain overwhelmed everything and pushed the sound of the machine and Emma's laughter away and she saw stars and then they too dissolved and everything faded to grey.