Two weeks later Master Edward's yacht moored in the private bay of Master Edward's family estate, the crates were hauled up from the hold and lowered to an old but still seaworthy Severn Class Lifeboat which Master Edward had purchased in England and had delivered to his Californian estate.
Once on land the crates were placed on the backs of four slaves who groaning under the weight, especially those crates that contained the two girls, carried them up to a barn. The horses looked bored they'd seen these strange naked humans before and were used to them coming and going. The slaves carried the crates down into the basement of the barn, immediately the groans and screams of slaves undergoing torture whether for punishment or for the pleasure of their tormentors hit them. Master Edward's wife Irene came to greet her husband and watched with interest as the crates were opened.
"Oh! The two sluts who thought they could take what didn't belong to them. Nobody will want them like that, apart from us that is. Ah and which one is Suck-Face?" John was hauled out and told to kiss his Mistress's shoes, he lent forward to suck the toe of her shoe.
James they took to a low table and forced him to bend over it, they positioned something that looked like a jackhammer behind him and removed his tale, he looked relived but not for long as they started the machine and it's phallic end started to ram up and down into James' rear-hole. James screamed out his agony for them.
"Now you know why I had him called Bum-Merchant, he won't ever have the comfort a woman's love unless they use a strap-on in his rear." John couldn't help thinking that James had brought this on himself. "You on the other hand will always use that face to suck men or women to completion, unless its those two idiot jockeys of yours for instance you get to fuck them now and forever any progeny gets raised here as slaves."