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She thrashed in place, and screamed muffled screams into her mask, but they came out meek and pathetic, barely audible. Usually she was oblivious to her intestines… but now she could feel them as they traced a squiggly trail of pain as the hot steam passed through her guts, inflating them with boiling water vapor.
Her guard placed his fingers in her asshole, and stretched it wide. He placed a little silver flute thing in her rectum.Jane tried to poop it back out, but little metal nubs kept it firmly in place.
“It’ll whistle when you’re done, honey” The guard tried to placate her. “You just lie there and let the Steamer snuff you. You’ll be dead before you know it.”

Tears rolled down her face, as she felt the pressure approach her anus. She puckered her hole tightly, trying to keep the gas in… but there was no way she could, and Jane let rip an enormous unending fart. She could hear the other girls butts all tooting in time too. Carly’s baby girl must be boiling in her own womb, Jane thought morbidly.

“God, I love watching these meatsluts steam. I’d love to shove my cock in that brown haired one… but I don’t want to fry my dick in one of her pussy.” One of the guards mused to another. It was true. Jane could feel her pussy heating up and sauteing itself in its own juices. It was a shame, she thought through the hellish pain, even now, steaming slowly, she really would have preferred one good last fuck to send her off.

Jane was going light headed as she began to cook. Her skin was a glowing beet red, and every inch of her felt like she was drenched in liquid fire. The blood in her heart began to boil. It thudded erratically and then stopped entirely. Her gagged screams subsided into one long groaning sigh as her body twitched erratically in its last throes. Jane’s butt waggled in place, humping the air as she death spasmed, then ceased moving for all time. Her corpse slowly steamed for the next hour, farting itself as it turned a vibrant shade of crimson. Then finally, when the internal temperature increased enough, her ass whistle chimed, a long high pitched toot… and the guard knew that she was finished.

The valves were unturned and the face masks were slid back off cooked faces, brown tubes slithering out of dead mouths like fat, grotesque worms. Their steamed bodies, dripping with juices, were lifted onto the conveyor belts high above, to be carried off to the prison’s loading docks. Behind them. A freshly skinned batch of girls hung, ready for transport. Their skins awaiting tanning.

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