Somebody had seen a woman with a sack over her head being pushed into a garage next to a house on Lindel Street. Even if it was not Mrs. Hanscomb, the...incident was worth investigating.We had the exact address, so there would be no problem in finding the house. The garage was not attached to the house, so we should not have much trouble with attracting unwanted attention when we investigated the house. Our first step was to drive past the house during the daytime just to verify the layout. We. It was big, like, extremely spacious. Most of the furniture weregone. There were various machines spread across the office, whose purposeI couldn't quite make out. But this was the least of our concerns. On bothsides were six women, trapped in pillories. They all were getting fuckedby some overly large men.My eyes went wide open. The women were beautiful, with the nice usualshape: they looked mostly like me. They were gagged, and blindfolded, yetwe could hear their moans. The fuck they were. That’s just to get caught up with the people on hand. But we don’t really have the manpower for that many big pickups right now due to all the kids and such that we are collecting. Am I correct, so far, sir?”“You are. I have a few ideas, but yes, it’s an ongoing problem. What’s your solution?” Fred was getting interested now. This was an ongoing issue for him.“Well, Sir. One of my buddies was in on your personal pick up. He noticed that you already had pre-picked people and knew what their CAP. I apologize. Please punish me, mistress.”“I will later. I want you to be butt fucked for a while now.”“Yes, mistress.”Nancy was watching wide eyed at this exchange and the size of the plug that came out of Melanie’s ass. Heather even shivered. She whispered, “That’s huge!”All of teen guys except for Jacob and Peter were there and lined up behind Melanie. The first one pushed into her ass and began to thrust vigorously. She grunted in time with the thrusts.Cassie’s service guy had Cassie sitting.