Chapter 8.

It had taken Bob longer than expected to get rid of the guy who was selling Jesus. And then he needed to take a shit. That took longer than expected too.

He laughed, thinking about that poor girl stuck in the machine, patiently waiting for rescue. Probably for her, it felt like a year, he mused wryly.

But as he hurried down the steps into the Factory, he was met by Emma. He could tell right away that something was wrong.

"Bob, there's been an accident!"

"Wha..."

"The button..." Emma started to tell her little story about the button getting stuck but she knew Bob wouldn't buy it. "No. I'm sorry Bob, I just got carried away. She's gone. I'm so sorry."

Bob saw the wetness in her eyes and believed her.

They ran to the machine. Pale and motionless, Kasia was still trapped under the plate. Her head had flopped to one side and drool and bile had dribbled down her chin and onto the table. Her pyjama bottoms had been pulled down to her knees and urine pooled between her legs.

And she was flat. Her entire torso had been squeezed to only a few inches, which had the effect of tilting up her pelvis provocatively as if asking for a final death-fuck. Bob thought about what she had said earlier; even if they're dead, they'll still work for you., and smiled sadly.

"She's dead, Bob. I'm so sorry you missed the fun. So selfish of me."

Emma wondered what Bob would do, now that the girl was just a slab of meat. Maybe more science was in order. After all, most of her was still in quite good condition, despite being dead.

"I panicked, Bob. Then I forgot which button made it go back up again. And I didn't want to press the wrong button and make things worse." She shot him an accusatory look. "You should have put labels on."

"This one." Bob pressed the top button and the plate slowly raised. He looked down at the corpse. Grey marks criss-crossed Kasia's pyjamas where the grime of the steel plate had pressed creases into the fabric and red lines crossed her bruised flesh where it had been stretched and pinched.

Bob shrugged and felt at Kasia's neck with two fingers, without hope. Then he frowned, tilted her head back and pinched her nose. His lips met hers and he blew, trying to re-inflate her lungs.

Emma stood by, arms crossed. "it's no use Bob, she's gone. I'm so sorry."


* * *


Kasia felt the warmth of the bedclothes around her and wondered if it was a schoolday and if she had overslept. She tried to stretch and shooting pains in her chest told her that she definitely didn't have to worry about missing class today.

Maybe she was dead. She remembered dying. But she was pretty sure there was no pain after death. She had read it in a book somewhere.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the couple entered the room. Bob was carrying a mug of hot chocolate.

"What time is it?" Kasia asked, weakly.

"Five in the afternoon. You've slept all day."

"Oh. I feel dizzy and my chest hurts when I move."

"The dizzyness is probably a side effect of oxygen starvation. Luckily you're not brain-damaged."

"No worse than before, anyway," Emma quipped.

"And probably you cracked a rib or six," Bob explained. "It'll hurt for weeks, but you'll probably survive. But if you start coughing up blood, we can't take you to hospital, so theres nothing we can do."

"Rubbish, Bob. You could give her to me! If she's coughing up blood, I'd be happy to help her with that. And she's not going to be here 'for weeks' anyway, is she?. Time's ticking on and I'm horny. Are we actually going to snuff someone today, or what?"

Bob was surprised to find he was still feeling shaken. He lit a cigarette and took a long drag. "To be honest, after all the excitement, I'm not really in the mood. I thought I might stick around here tonight and keep an eye on her."

"For fuck's sake Bob, you're such a lightweight. I should have turned her into roadkill, then we wouldn't be having this stupid conversation. 100 tons! And to be honest, I only stopped when I did so you could have some fun with her corpse."

Bob opened his mouth to say something, but Emma hadn't finished.

"No no, Bob, it's fine. Really. Suit yourself! Spend the night with your whore if you like. It'll be her last night anyway, so you might as well have some fun with her. And don't bother coming back to the house, you'll be sleeping on the couch."

The door slammed behind her as she left.

Well that escalated quickly, Kasia thought.


* * *


Bob fed Rachael, pottered around the Factory, and checked in from time to time on Kasia, who slept fitfully.

But while she was awake, the anxiety never left her. Tomorrow she'd be dead. Maybe Bob would use the winch after all. She remembered what Bob said about the dogs and the rabbit. She'd seen that happen for real and it didn't look like much fun for Miss Flopsy.

Part of her brain just wanted to shut out that cold reality, but another wanted to fight. But how? Even if she could find a weapon it would be hopeless against the two of them, even without broken ribs. She guessed she'd just have to try and sweet-talk Bob; Emma was a lost cause.

Later, Bob arrived with noodles. Kasia had lost track of time but Bob told her it was midnight and he reminded her that he was going to stay in with her that night, as per Emma's orders.

"I suppose you wanna fuck me." Kasia said, matter-of-factly as he climbed into bed with her.

Bob laughed. "I like you. You're full of good ideas. But probably best not to risk it with those ribs."

"I don't get it."

"Get what?"

"I mean, you guys are gonna kill me tomorrow, so what does it matter? Just rape me and kill me and get it over with."

"Maybe we won't. You're growing on me. I might keep you." He grinned, "Kinda like a pet."

Kasia felt a flush of anger and suddenly she couldn't stop the stupid words tumbling from her mouth. "That's total bullshit Bob! You said that before, and now I should be dead already, except I got lucky. You won't ever stand up to Emma. She's got you wrapped around her finger. She controls you."

Bob jumped out of bed, and hauled her out from under the covers by an arm. "Don't ever talk about my wife that way!"

Kasia gasped as pain seared through her side. "She does too! She controls you Bob. You wanted to pull that other girl apart like a Christmas cracker, but oh no, she wanted the Squidger instead. She always gets her own way and you're too weak to stand up to her! That's the truth, Bob. You're weak."


* * *


In the morning, Kasia felt like she'd been in a car crash. Her ribs were even worse than before, so each breath needed to be measured. Through a splitting headache, she tried to remember what had happened. An argument with Bob. She supposed he must have beaten her unconcious. A sticky soreness between her legs told her that she'd been raped too. So much for her stupid plan of 'sweet-talking' him.

She tried to get up, only to discover that her right leg had been handcuffed to the bedframe. She needed to pee. She couldn't really control it so she did, right there in the bed. It didn't matter anymore. Then she just laid there and wept.

Sound filtered up from the factory. Bob clattering about and cursing, bad-temperedly making preparations. This continued for a while, then Kasia could hear Emma's voice too. Kasia couldn't make out the words, but Emma was laughing and maybe teasing Bob. Then there was a loud crash and things went quiet for a while.


* * *


"Oh, look at you there!" Emma taunted as she looked down at Kasia's bruised body. "I never knew skin could turn so many colours! Isn't that just about the hottest thing you ever saw, Bob? A beaten-up slave girl chained to a bed! Imagine the fun we'll have!"

A cruel smile spread across Bob's face and he nodded.

Kasia looked up at the couple. For some reason, Emma was wearing work clothes; a blue cotton one-piece coverall with Velcro cuffs at the wrists and ankles and a high collar and a yellow safety hat. Kasia supposed she'd been helping Bob with something. Or they were planning something extra messy. And she had a black eye. Probably an accident.

"Aww. Poor thing's peed herself," Emma cooed. "Maybe we should get her cleaned up and revive her a bit before the next round."

Bob unlocked Kasia's cuffs and escorted her to the bathroom and made porridge and coffee while Emma put fresh linen on the bed.

Kasia wondered what had happened to Emma's face but didn't ask; there didn't seem to be much point anyway. The couple put her back to bed with some painkillers. She didn't want to sleep for fear of what she would awake to, but her body insisted.


* * *


Kasia supposed it must be lunchtime when they returned. Although still in pain, she actually felt a lot better.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't wait any longer," Emma explained. "And Bob is such a pushover. So we've decided to use the Squidger after all."

"To be honest," Bob admitted, "I'm curious to see what sort of fun I missed out on yesterday."

He looked down at Kasia, "Do you think you can walk there? Or do I have to carry you?".

Emma rolled her eyes. "For fuck's sake Bob. Just let her crawl. If she won't crawl then I'll drag her."

It was pointless to resist, and in the end, Bob did carry her. It felt weird, kind of like a last comforting act before her doom.

Emma was, of course, full of herself, babbling her stream of conciousness, interspersed with cries of "So yummy!" and "Just imagine!". Her eyes were wet with excitement. And probably not just her eyes, Kasia thought.

A minute or two later, they arrived. Bob set Kasia gently down and she took a moment to look around. Cameras were everywhere and there was an old sofa and a table set with drinks and snacks. And there was Rachael, gagged and tied to a pillar.


* * *


Emma saw Kasia's stare and laughed. "I know it's a bit of a shock. But after what happened with your mum and sister, we figured you'd like to watch. And it'll be a test of character for you."

Kasia was puzzled. "Watch?"

"Didn't I already mention that we decided to keep you as a slave-girl? Oh, Bob! Did we forget to tell her?"

Bob chuckled. Of course he'd been in on this little deception all along.

"Wait..." started Kasia, looking between them and Rachael. "You... You're keeping me?"

Rachael made a sad pleading sound through her gag and her knees sagged a little.

Emma explained. "Well really Bob wanted to see what happens from the beginning, with a fresh one, not some poor half-broken meat bag like you who probably can't even wriggle properly anymore."

"Wriggling's super important," Bob added.

Emma sized up her doppelganger. "We're a bit bigger and juicier and yummier than you Kasia. More fun for Bob I suppose. I can't wait to see what will happen to me."

Kasia was still trying to comprehend the situation. "You... You're not going to snuff me? Please just tell me!"

Emma put a hand to her bruised eye and frowned. "We reached an agreement. Yes, We'll keep you as a slave. But I thought it would be fun to make you watch too. Just imagine! You'll get to see what would've happened to you yesterday! So us two girls will get to watch while Bob has his fun with poor Rachael. It's only fair after all."

Kasia felt a flood of relief. And sadness. And excitement. "You'll really keep me as a slave?"

"Only if you want to," Bob explained.

"And stop repeating dumb questions," added Emma, "Or, you can take the easy way out if you prefer, like Rachael here. Probably I could slowly winch you apart if you like, while Bob fucks you to death. Or smash your broken ribs with a sledge-hammer until they pierce your lungs and watch you gurgle and drown in your own blood."

"Or we could Squidge you after Rachael," suggested Bob. "Just see how it goes for her and decide if you want some too."

Kasia was unsure how to react. "Uh, maybe I'll just be a slave then I guess..."

Emma smiled. "Good then. It's all settled."


* * *


A slave! Kasia thought. Are they really gonna keep me as a slave!? She still didn't know whether to believe them. But maybe she wasn't going to die today after all and they were just going to kill the other girl instead. And she'd get a front row seat. It was horrifyingly exciting.

Now she was freed from the brain-melting certainty of her own imminent demise, Kasia took fresh stock of her surroundings. Rachael, curiously, was wearing the exact outfit that Emma was. Same one-piece overalls, same hard hat and even the same safety trainers that Emma was, even down to Emma embroidered into the patch pocket that bulged over her left breast. Then Kasia remembered yesterday's conversation about the make-believe. It felt like an age ago. Rachael was dressed to play a terminal part in Bob and Emma's sick role-play.

Emma caught Kasia looking. "It's so much fun dressing up, don't you think, girlie? I knew these overalls would come in handy sometime. Probably doing a week of pipeline inspections was worth it just for the uniforms. But I think they've shrunk since I last wore them. Must be five years. They're kinda tighter than I remember. Tighter around the boobs and ass."

"That can happen," Bob agreed. "Standard wardrobe shrinkage. Happens all the time."

"Really it was Bob's idea. I was thinking of all kinds of sexy outfits and he came up with this. I know it doesn't show much yummy flesh, but for squishing it probably doesn't matter much anyway. Don't we look amazing?"

Kasia looked at the patch pockets and nodded politely. But Emma was right. The way the elastic cinched the outfit around her narrow waist showed off her figure, and the baggy fabric hung off her butt-cheeks nicely.

Emma untied Rachael and put her arm around her shoulder. "What do you think, Kasia? Does she pass as my double?"

Bob answered. "You both look amazing. It's like having two Emmas! But don't forget your glasses."

"Oh yeah," Emma giggled. She pulled a pair from a pocket and put them on. "I usually only wear these for the computer. I don't think they really do anything but my optician said it was a good idea. Well, I suppose she's got to pay for her skiing holidays somehow."

"They do do something. They add ten IQ points, and half a hotness point."

"Only half?"

Bob kissed her cheek. "Not really much room for improvement is there?"

Emma sighed happily.


* * *


"Well, Hopefully we won't get you two mixed up," Bob chuckled.

"Maybe I wouldn't mind if you did," Emma said quietly.

"Let's get some pics for the family album," Bob suggested. He took a few snaps of the three girls, then said "Kasia, let's get some of your bruises too."

Kasia removed her pyjama top, revealing a swathe of blue and yellow bruises, easily outdoing Emma's black eye.

Rachael, now realising what was coming to her, was aghast. "P...Please. I'll do anything..."

Bob stopped mid-track. "Oh?" he asked, "You wanna be a slave-girl like young Kasia here?"

Rachael nodded, overwrought. Kasia thought she might faint at any moment.

"Well, I guess you can audition for it. Can you act?"

Rachael shrugged.

"Good. Today we're shooting a little film. My lovely wife is the leading lady. In this scene she needs to inspect this machine. She'll start, and then in a little while, you'll take over as her stunt-double. If you do exactly as your told maybe you'll pass the audition. Understand?"

The girl nodded. "Wh... What do I have to say?"

"Oh, just improvise. You're checking the machine for wear or damage. Emma will start anyway, so you'll get the idea. You'll get extra credit if you can act and sound like her."

Emma picked up a clipboard with a pen tied to it. "Right!" she said brightly, "Let's get started!"

Kasia sat out of shot on the couch and watched the charade unfold as Bob started the cameras.

He clapped his hands. "Take one!"


* * *


Emma stepped over to the machine, and pushed her glasses up her nose with a finger. "Ah, the Squidger 100. Standard model." She mumbled something about a condition report, and squiggled on the clipboard.

She started at one end of the table. "Ankle restraints all in order," she noted. Then she frowned. "Some signs of scuffing."

Kasia smiled. That was probably real, where her trainers had rubbed the table yesterday.

Emma moved along, trailed a finger where Kasia's hips had been, and frowned. "Residual stickyness."

Then she walked right past the squidging section and moved to the head-end. She picked something up. "Hair," she announced disapprovingly.

Then Bob entered the shot, "How's the inspection going, Miss er..." He peered at the name tag, "Emma?"

"I'll need the machine isolated before I can finish, boss. Safety first!"

"Of course! It would be terrible if there was some kind of unavoidable accident."

"You mean avoidable?"

Bob shrugged and walked over to the switch. There was a clang and the hum started. "There you go, it's all safe now."

Then he clapped his hands again, and turned to Rachael. "Okay, girl, you're up!"


* * *


Emma passed her the clipboard. "Just continue the inspection. You need to crawl under that plate and write down stuff. Then, while you're under there, wriggle onto your back and inspect the underside of the plate. Got it?"

Rachael nodded and walked around the machine, but hesitated before climbing up onto the table. She looked at the confined space ahead of her, sighed visibly, then, on hands and knees shuffled into the gap.

Bob watched mesmerised as the blue canvas clung to her butt cheeks as they wiggled forward.

Rachael stopped halfway, and wrote something down.

Bob wandered into shot again.

"How's it coming along, young Emma?"

"Very good boss," said the girl in Emma-voice, "there's no signs of uh... sporf under here."

"Good work!" Bob said heartily, and slapped a hand onto her rump and gave a little squeeze of encouragement. He thought her ass felt a little softer than his wife's. Slightly lower muscle-to-fat ratio. He could feel it trembling and sighed happily. He shot his wife a look, and she pressed a button. The correct one this time.

Rachael shrieked with surprise at the sudden downward movement of the plate, and tried to back out of her confinement, only to be stopped by Bob's gnarly hand.

"Oh noes!" cried Emma, voice-acting for herself and suppressing a giggle, "Something's gone wrong with machine and I'm stuck. Boss! you'll have to rescue me!"

"Don't worry, Em, here I come!" Bob produced a knife and climbed up onto the table.

Kasia thought the rescue was somewhat unorthodox, as Bob took the knife and cut a slit in the back of Rachael's overalls, pulled out his cock and mounted her from behind, doggy style.

Rachael instinctively pulled forward, away from his advance, but a thick arm around her neck brought her to a halt. Now, as he had with Kasia the day before, Bob had her in position, the steel plate between them.

Bob fumbled with his free hand, and probed her anal sphincter with his dick.

Rachael started squealing and struggling.

Bob whispered in her ear, "you don't wanna fail the audition, do you?"

Rachael whimpered, and gradually yielded.

"Good girl."


* * *


Bob pushed inside and waited for the girl to dilate a little, before gently ass-fucking her, with the steel plate still slowly descending. The only sounds now were the hum of the hydraulic pump and the breathy whimpers of Rachael's desperation.

Kasia sat down on the couch with Emma to watch the spectacle, full of anticipation. "It's such a nice view we have from here isn't it?" Emma asked Kasia, rubbing herself through her overalls. Sitting on the couch they had the perfect angle to view the narrowing gap where Rachael's torso was trapped. Kasia smiled breathlessly in agreement.

As the plate lowered, the hapless girl had no choice but to let her legs stretch out behind her. She was still in Bob's headlock, her arms fumbling as she strove to steady herself. The clipboard clattered to the ground. But keen to avoid disappointing the production crew, she kept her soft, squirming ass pressed against Bob.

"Nice work!" he whispered.

As the plate continued, Rachael found it increasingly difficult to hold position on all fours, and kept adjusting her position, first propping herself up on her elbows and shuffling her legs to keep her butt in position for Bob.

The sight of Rachael helplessly buckling and yielding under the press stirred something in Kasia and she felt a flush in her crotch and gasped. Emma noticed and gave her thigh a tight squeeze.

A minute later Rachael was pushed flat against the table, hands by her shoulders with palm pressed downwards and her head turned towards Emma and Kasia, glasses askew. She was competely immobilised and sobbing quietly.

"Oh, the tears are a nice touch!" Emma said gleefully. "You're clearly a natural thespian."

Bob pulled out, and climbed off with a grin. "Don't wanna finish just yet. Let's get some nice shots of her like this first."

Emma took a camera and took a swooping 360 degree shot of Rachael's predicament. Her middle was satifyingly squashed, exaggerating the protruding pertness of her rump.

"Did I pass? Can I go now?" Rachael asked weakly. "I can't breathe." It was a gloriously sad moment and everyone started laughing.

"Okay," Bob announced, after Emma had finished mocking the girl, "Let's finish."


* * *


Emma handed him the remote, and he resumed the position, working his cock back inside the girl with a happy sigh, and with a hiss the plate started it's final journey. Bob resumed gently buggering her.

"No!" Rachael squealed.

"Fuck yeah!" Emma cried. She'd been squeezing Kasia's leg the whole time, but now she needed more. "Sit in my lap," she instructed her.

Kasia obliged, and Emma wrapped her arms around her chest, squeezing her tits and frotting her pelvis into Kasia's butt.

"Oww," cried Kasia. "My ribs!"

Emma moved her grip downwards and started kneading her belly instead, panting in excitement all the while. "God it's a shame it's not you," she whispered.

Bob could feel stuff happening, so he slowed his thrusting to enjoy the tantalising squelchings that told of organs shifting and guts squirming. The odd dull pop of a rib snapping. It was all so fascinating.

Then Rachael found that she really couldn't breathe, and her eyes opened wide in panic and her legs squirmed and kicked wildly, which of course served to both drive Bob to the point of no return and to rapidly deplete her oxygen reserves.

Bob felt a dampness by his nuts and realised the victim had just peed herself. It was all he needed to take him to the finish, and he creamed into her butthole in waves before collapsing, exhausted.

Gradually the thrashing of Rachael's limbs subsided. Somehow she had managed to free one arm and it dangled limply down the side of the machine. Her half-closed eyes were still and wet.

"Amazing!" Emma shouted gleefully. "Let's get some more shots!"

Bob climbed off once again and raised the plate to its maximum height so that Emma could get some nice close-ups.

Kasia felt a bit disappointed that Bob hadn't pounded her with the pulsing mode though. "Is she completely dead?"

"Good point!" Bob felt at Rachael's wrist and smiled happily. "Nope! Let's get her some air."

The couple rolled Rachael's limp body over onto her back, and Bob kissed her back to life, just as he'd done to Kasia.

Rachael coughed and gasped and suddenly her eyes were staring and darting, re-awakened to a fresh nightmare.

"That's two for two," Bob boasted, "I should be a paramedic or something!"

The girl lay on the table in a wanton pose like a porn model, legs flopped to one side and groaning seductively. "Yes, very sexy!" Emma teased, picking up the camera. But at that very moment she was interrupted by an insistent beeping.


* * *


"Aw shit, it's the camera battery. I've got a spare somewhere. Do remember where we put them, Bob?"

"I'll come and help you find it."

Bob turned to Kasia. "You stay here and watch this one," he told her, nodding towards Rachael. "It's your first job as a slave-girl."

"But what if..." Kasia started.

"Just shout or something."

The couple's footsteps faded, leaving Kasia alone with the half-dead girl. Her face was the colour of ashes and every few seconds she'd give a nasty little cough. Kasia stood next to the machine and looked her up-and-down.

"I was in there yesterday. I got squished too." She rubbed a tear away from Rachael's cheek with her thumb. "By the way, you've got the most amazing ass. It looked incredible sticking up like that with your top half squished. I know I got a kinda cute ass, cos Bob told me, but yours is a couple of sizes bigger and yummier for sure. I'm only fifteen so I suppose mine'll keep growing yet though." She paused. "You know you don't look all that squished really. I guess the body's quite springy. Really it's only your boobs are a bit flat. And you smell of pee."

Rachael said nothing and didn't move, so Kasia reached down with cupped hands and pushed Rachael's boobs together. "Just like fluffing a couple of pillows," Kasia giggled sadly. "There, you're back to normal now."

Squeezing Rachael's boobs felt nice, so Kasia put her hand on the girl's thigh and squeezed that too. Nice. Then she put a hand on her stomach and pressed down into its softness, imagining she was the machine. She felt a gurgle and Rachael groaned. Better than nice.


* * *


"Good!" said Bob with a laugh, "You're both still here."

He took a moment to fix the battery, while Kasia told him about the boobs, and then returned his attention to Rachael.

"Yep, you look nearly still as good as new. What a fantasic bonus! We can carry on filming!"

"Yes!" Emma chimed in, "You haven't finished the inspection yet."

"Let me die," Rachael whispered.

"No, you can't yet. You need to inspect the underside of the plate. Sit up and look at it," Emma demanded.

Rachael couldn't or wouldn't, so Bob stood at the end of the machine, reached under her arms and lifted her into a stiing position. Rachael gave a horrifying squeal of agony, then heaved into an endless coughing fit.

Bob dropped her back to the table. Her yellow hard hat bounced off and rattled across the floor while the paroxysms of coughing continued. Blood started dribbling from the corner of her mouth.

"Oh well," Bob mused, scratching his beard, "I guess we don't have too much time. Roll cameras!"


* * *


He spread Rachael's legs, pulled out the knife and slit her overalls again, this time for frontal access.

The plate started downwards, this time quite quickly. No doubt it was just a reflex, but Rachael reached up with her arms as if she could stop the weight of five busses. It was the most pathetic thing Kasia had ever seen.

"Yes! Great work!" Emma called in encouragement, as if this was part of the act.

Bob stopped the plate when it met the girl's boobs. He took one last look at the amazing swell of her hips where they emerged from under the steel and climbed on top. Then fumbled his cock into her, finding it was surprisingly already wet and receptive.

For a moment, he didn't move. Didn't need to. Every time she coughed her vaginal contractions were doing all the work. Then he resumed a gentle fucking, and pressed the button letting the machine slowly squeeze the life from her. Kasia watched, rapt, as her boobs flattened out until everything from the waist upwards was at the same level. One big yummy slab of girl meat about to be tenderised.

Rachael reacted by raising her knees and started to squirm, maybe to somehow relieve the pressure, causing Bob to thrust harder. A long, sexy leg started flailing as if trying to find an unseen foothold that would save her.

"Hnnng," Bob grunted.

As Rachael's body was slowly flattened, the coughing became weaker even as it's desperation for air increased. Then there was more gurgling, and Bob could feel the girl's ever-constricting pussy bulging out against his balls. Drool and blood spilled down her cheek.

Bob was ready to nut again, so he stopped the plate and then raised it an inch. The pressure in her body relaxed slightly but there was no other movement. Maybe she was dead. Who knew?

Only one thing for it. Kerchunk - Kerchunk

"Yay!" exclaimed Kasia.


* * *


Bob found the way her lifeless body still squeezed his cock quite magical, and watched her face nod gently to the machine's rhythm. His earlier release meant he could go a bit longer now, and he settled into the experience, making mental notes.

As it pulsated, Bob lowered the plate a little at a time and felt the pressure around his cock increase accordingly. Then more still. Then a tearing sensation. Emma and Kasia gasped. He guessed they must have heard or seen something too. When the pressure around his dick seemed impossibly high, there was a dull pop and something squirted between his legs. Poop? Maybe her guts. He was ready to nut again now. A loud crack, then a repetition of decidedly unheathy crunches, like a dog chewing a bone. He looked down at Rachael's still-jiggling face and saw his wife's. Blood spewed from her mouth and nose in crimson waves and Bob started to cum again as he watched a tide of gore push past the girls neck.

Emma and Kasia peered into the narrowing gap and watched in delight as the fabric of Rachael's outfit burst open disgorging organs and gore towards them. Then the machine's tone changed to a whine of complaint, and as her shoulder blades cracked, it finally ground to a halt, its work complete. 100 tons.

Bob lay panting happily for a moment, then climbed down. Blood dribbled and dripped to the floor in a few places with a soft pattering sound. After giving Kasia one last squeeze, Emma jumped up and grabbed the camera. She focussed in on Rachael's lifeless face. "Well done, girl, you passed the audition."

Bob retrieved a tape measure from the draw. "27 millimetres! Amazing! Well I'm exhausted. Let's have a nice cup of tea."


* * *


"Look what it did to me Bob!" Emma exclaimed as she dunked a biscuit. "Completely smooshed! Now we know." She looked at Kasia. "Really our slave-girl should clean that mess up."

"Well, under the circumstances," Bob countered, "maybe next time,"

"You're going to do it again?" Kasia could hardly contain her excitement at the prospect.

"Of course," Bob answered, "You don't think I build a machine like that to use just once?"

"I can't wait to be honest. I wish it was tomorrow!"

An awkward silence descended like a pall. Emma and Bob exchanged a silent look, and a little smile.

Kasia noticed and realised what it meant and laughed nervously. "No not tomorrow. I mean next time there's a new girl. A different one. No, not actually tomorrow!"

But now the thought had been planted in Emma's head. "What do you think Bob? Do it again tomorrow? It'll be a nice way to round off the day after all that cleaning-up. Because slave-girl here is too useless, we'll find another use for her. And it'll be my turn, won't it? I could use the double-ender. And you could ass-fuck me during. Isn't that just a great idea? What's it like Bob? Feeling her squish and crunch and squirt? Amazing I bet!"

Fuuuck thought Kasia. What have I done? She's insane!

Emma hadn't finished yet though. "Or do it right now. Just scrape whats-her-name off there and put this one back on. No point cleaning up first just to make a mess again. Okay, I know you need some time. So maybe later. C'mon Bob, what do you say? Maybe we could mix things up a bit. Y'know maybe crush her arms and legs with it first. Just imagine the struggling and crying! Or, could you put her in so her legs are up by her head? Like in a yoga pose with just her pussy sticking out? That would be fun! Or put her in the other way around and fuck her pretty mouth and squish her guts and ass instead..."

Then she caught the look Bob was giving her. The secret signal. She sighed. "Oh. Okay, maybe another time."