>>15123
I sent you a message on pixiv so we don’t clutter up Squunch’s story.

Looking forward to the next chapter, Squunch.

bump of resurrection

Woot! The carnage continues (I hope?)

>>25472
OMG! I thought you had dieded or something Bloodlust. Great to see you're still around. Chapter 7 is under construction, and might indeed contain a degree of carnage. It's pretty much all new material too. Hoping it'll be up in a few days, but given my record, who knows lol.

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>>25476
Thanks you're a star!

>>25458
Fantastic to see you back! It's been a while!

>>25481
Great to see you're still around too, Loke!

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.

>>25530
This is excellent!

>She even squealed a little when the hard steel softly kissed her pyjama-covered breasts.

Love this sentence!

And what a way to end! Is this really it? What happened to Bob? What was the beeping about? So many unresolved questions… I guess there's nothing else to do than wait for the next part!

>>25535

Thanks!

I'm working on the next chapter already, but not sure how long it will take me. Might be a couple of weeks.

Two years isn't all that long in the grand scheme of things

>>25537
Squunch does a happy-dance

You mean you've just been sitting there, pressing the refresh button for two years!

>The next 2 chapters shouldn't take *too* long, after that there will be a whole bunch of completely new material which I've been working on.

Let's just say I've been checking every once and a while

>>25539
Yes, good plan. Let's say that. If anyone asks.

>>25536
A couple of weeks isn't all that long in the grand scheme of things

>>25544
It might be sooner but from experience I know how hard it is to judge when writing a chapter from cold.

I love the way Emma's mind works.

>>25545
Yeah I know it's hard to judge. Just take your time with it so you don't burn out! It will be worth waiting for, I'm sure.

>>25560
>I love the way Emma's mind works.

Me too! I'm trying to build on her character a bit, and make her meaner than before.

>>25561
I took some days away from writing due to Crimbo, but now I've got much of chapter 8 done. I reckon it could be finished in a week or so.

Me: Has it been a week or so?

Me: *looks at watch*

Watch: Look at a calendar dipshit

Me: *Punches watch in the dick for being a cunt*

>>25578

do you plan to still include all the characters you had originally?

>>25786

Squunch stands in the middle of the ancient stone circle, sillouetted in the blackness against a pyre of burning calendars. He pokes the blaze with a stick and watches a river of sparks race to the heavens to join the eternal firmament.

>>25787
>do you plan to still include all the characters you had originally?

Yes. I still have detailed notes for all those characters, and still intend to use them, even though probably several of the readers who suggested them have dieded of old age.

>>25823

cool to hear, really liked the mikumiyu chapters

>>25823

Can confirm, I have indeed dieded since making the last request. Eagerly awaiting new chapters from the afterlife.

>>25826

I'm probably going to change the Mikumiyu episode quite a bit. I'll keep the characters because I really like them, but bits of the story will likely change. I haven't totally decided yet, and I'm going to put in a bunch of other reader suggestions first, so Mikumiyu will appear later in the story this time.

maybe the real prisoners to be tortured were us readers all along, dangling the almost finished chapter 8 in front of our faces, making us writhe in pain, as our fingers cramp and our F5 buttons crumble. What a deviously cruel masterplan.

processing human

slaughterhouse

>>26063

Chapter 8 will be up in a few days. Watch this space!

>>26609
Seasonal depression is starting to kick in, I've had kind of a shit day, but this brightened my mood considerably! Looking forward to seeing what you have in store for us, Squunch!

>>26610

Well, hopefully I can cheer you up. It's finished, I just need to go thru it and fix the things and make it nice. Be real soon now.

>>26620
even now your loyal fans are still waiting, still having the almost forgotten link stored away in their archives in hopes that one day he will return, one day he will bless us with chapter 8, we are keeping watch, staying vigilant.
Some ancient legends foretell even a 9th chapter, but the sources are long forgotten and shrouded in mystery.

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."

>>27818
Had to pinch myself when I saw this. Excellent writing, I really enjoyed this! Bob is so much more scary in this version, Emma even more of a psychopath and Kasia even more lucky to be alive. I think the stage is set very well for further antics in the factory, with Kasia slowly finding her place in the trio.

Can't wait for chapter 9 sometime in January 2027!

>>27820

Hey Loke, thanks and welcome back! Yep Bob's a bit more forceful, I think it's good to have a bit more tension in the couple's relationship hehe.

I've been reviewing my notes and plans for ch. 9 and forthcoming chapters, honestly I've forgotten some details because it's been so long. I've quite a bit of material already written though just trying to figure out the best order to present it.

At last! The long awaited chapter 8. Kasia sure gets my juices going. Hopefully there'll be a chapter 9 some day. :-P

>>27867
Yep, who knows haha.

I'm working on it...

>>27867
What about the next long awaited Julie adventure? ;)
By the way, that latest chapter was awesome, Squinch! I agree with BL that Kasia is a fun one. But I enjoy most of the cast, to be honest.

*Squunch
Damn auto-correct.

>>25537
Same comment, I guess

>>27919

zomg!

>>27919

I am working on the next chapter but I'm a bit busy with the new chat at the moment (which everyone, but especially Sol, should come and visit.)

>>27886
I started playing with AI and it drained my creativity, but I'm finally at a point where I'm using it to fill in some holes and help me along, so maybe I'll have something new fairly soon.

I started writing chapter 9 in earnest a couple of days ago and it's coming along really nicely. Lots of exciting developments and demises!

Triss and Cat, coming soon to a Factory near you!

Big shout-out and thanks to Ofix for supplying the characters and doing the render. Check out his works and stories here:

https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/40898143

Also his older stories here on GUROchan:

https://boards.guro.cx/lit/res/17362.html

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