The Garage
Copyright© 2026 by Techman1952
Chapter 2
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2 - It was an old garage, detached and behind an equally old house on an ally in the older part of a Texas Town. George Wilke, who owned the property noticed that someone had used an old mattress he had stored there. Next to the mattress were two used condoms. What he discovered led him to uncover a family involved in sex trafficking. It changed the course of his life! Of course to find out what that means you’ll have to read the story!
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft ft/ft Fa/ft NonConsensual Rape BiSexual Fiction Incest Mother Sister Daughter Niece Aunt Sadistic Snuff Torture Gang Bang Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration First Small Breasts 2nd POV
George, relented, he loaded up the other video that was on the same SD card and hit play. He had watched it before, the word “hot” didn’t express the full measure of just how sexy it was! They watched as the girls stripped. George was shocked when the four females started doing the same in front of him. He was slowly catching on to just what kind of party this was going to be!
Tiffany kissed Jenny and took off her bra and kissed her nipples one at a time. Jenny tentatively unbuttoned her aunt’s blouse and not being stopped she continued and took it off her. Then she undid her front clasp on her aunt’s bra and opened them to show her “B”cup breasts with nipples similar to her own. She captured one of them and sucked and bit it. They kissed again and fondled each other’s breasts as they kissed. Then their hands cupped each other’s butt cheeks, pulling each other closer.
Meanwhile Pam and Sarah were becoming acquainted as the movie was playing on the big LCD screen behind them. They too had removed each other’s blouses and bras and were enjoying each other’s bodies to the fullest. Nipples hardened as the feeling of fingers and lips on them sent pulses of sexual energy directly to their already wet pussies.
George looked from one pair to the other, his cock was harder than it had ever been, four sets of some of the most perfectly shaped little titties he had ever seen! He watched as they took the rest of their clothes off, but was surprised when all four of them attacked him and began stripping his clothes off! Tiffany inhaled his cock almost to its root and gave him a fabulous blowjob, as Jenny sat on his face. He didn’t even think about not licking and sucking her tasty pussy! Sarah and Pam grabbed his hands and pulled them against their pussies and hugged one another over his body. Kissing, as his fingers plunged into their depths.
It was as if they were all somehow connected, they all attained orgasms at the same time! Then they rotated and Pam sat down on his still hard cock, his nine inch monster taking her virginity but not her cherry. Jenny had taken that with a banana the year before. She gauged how deep into her it could go without hurting her, then started moving up and down on it, and getting closer and closer to another orgasm.
Jenny was riding his mouth and knew how his wife had felt, and now knew for sure why she was happy all of the time! His fingers were making magic happen in Tiffany’s and Sarah’s pussies. Once again they all orgasmed at about the same time. Pam enjoyed feeling the warm sprays of his cum jetting forcefully into her womb. It was nothing she had felt before and she loved how it felt. She was a woman now, and was happy that her mother had insisted she get a Norplant device at the same time Jenny got her own. It was comforting knowing that she wouldn’t get pregnant. She marveled at his muscular body, so different from a girl’s soft smooth hairless bodies. He had hair on his chest, under his arms and on both arms and legs. And a bunch of hair at the base of his big cock!
Pam was sad when his cock wilted away after his orgasm. It fell out and she felt his cum flowing out of her pussy until Sarah grabbed her and pulled her pussy on top of her face and started sucking it from her pussy! She had liked his big dick fucking her and giving her his cream pie, but having a woman sucking it out, sure felt good too!
After another thirty minutes of rest, Sarah sucked George’s cock back up and sat on it in the reverse cowgirl position. She leaned back and watched as Jenny began licking the junction of their bodies. Tiffany leaned over her face and sucked her nipples as she sat on George’s face and enjoyed his long tongue licking her pussy and asshole. Pam kept riding his fingers, two in her pussy and his little finger in her ass as she rimmed Jenny’s asshole and attempted to put her hand into her pussy.
After the girls had many orgasms and George could no longer get his cock to stand at attention they all went to bed together in the master bedroom. They all slept very well cuddled up to one another.
George asked Tiffany what she did and who had dropped her off at home in the new BMW. She told him that it had been her boss, Jeffrey Prentice! It really didn’t click until later that the kid’s last name was the same as her bosses.
In the morning George left to go to work early, he had woken up and remembered a dream he had dreamed. It was a torture device that would help get the information they wanted. His shop had worked on making and assembling a device that stretched fibers of a polymer. It had to be stretched slowly to allow the molecular structure to realign, failure to wait the three seconds would result in catastrophic failure of the strands. To do this they had used a small stepper motor that would turn a screw every three seconds a quarter turn. The Company had delivered three extra of these motors in case one or two of them had failed, one had failed, so there were two left. In his dream Don Prentice’s testical was placed in a stainless steel device made of three pieces. One piece held the motor and the fixed side of a cupped piece. A matching male piece fit exactly into the cup and slid in a channel on both sides. A fine threaded screw was turned by the motor until the female cup side and the matching male side would meet. Holes in the cup would allow the material to be squeezed out. The shape of the female cup and matching male anvil were similar to a large soft shell pecan. The motor also had a fast reverse switch so removal was quick after it cycled.
As soon as he got to work he began milling the parts. As a master machinist it didn’t take but three hours to make the entire thing. To test it he used a pecan, after plugging it in he watched it off and on for ten minutes and measured the distance it moved. He estimated that it would take four hours to traverse from full open to fully closed. But he didn’t have four hours to fully test it.
He did his other work thanking his puzzled boss for letting him work on his device. The boss couldn’t understand why George wanted an extremely slow nut cracker! He did ask if he could leave if his phone chirped again. The boss had no problem with George leaving sometime around three thirty.
When his phone chirped at three twenty, George left. It was only ten minutes to his house. He called Sarah and she was ready and they would meet there at three thirty. As he drove he watched on his iPad as Don and three other men set up lights and light diffusers around the mattress, then they checked their cameras and placed one on a tripod, another was a fancy counterbalanced boom like camera that would allow over head shots and closeups without interfering with the other cameras.
Sarah parked down the block and waited for George, it was a short wait. Thirty seconds later he pulled up behind her. He was given a state of the art vest that had ceramic panels interlaced and overlapping in a Kevlar matrix cover. It would stop about anything except a .50 BMG 12.7 X 99mm NATO round.
They looked at the iPad and saw exactly where everyone was standing. The men all were carrying automatics in shoulder holsters. Sarah and George checked each other and their own weapons. They both had laser pointer target acquisition sights. They were both set to thirty feet but the bullet drop difference in ten feet either closer or a little farther was measured in a fraction of a millimeter. Both of them had fresh batteries. The camera guys were getting head shots, Don was getting his in both shoulders. That would incapacitate his arms. George was shooting his service weapon, a Rock Island 1911in 45 caliber. Sarah was using her service weapon, a Beretta 9mm.
They put earplugs in and walked to the back of his house to the garage, and the door on its side. They checked the Ipad again and selected targets. Then with a three count, George opened the door and they went in. Sarah yelled “Police! Drop your weapons!” Of course they weren’t going to do that, but it did make them all pull their guns from their holsters. That was exactly what they wanted them to do. Five shots sounded like three, the three men gained two extra holes in their heads and fell dead. Don received two bullets in his shoulders that were precisely in a spot that wouldn’t hit bone. Don tried to lift his gun but couldn’t, neither arm worked. He was bleeding pretty good but they had come prepared to deal with that. They did take photographs that showed him and the others with guns in their hands, just in case they needed them. Sarah placed bleed stop pads in the wounds, stuffing them into the holes and halting the blood flow. They then took his pants and underwear off completely along with his tennis shoes.
Don just looked at them with hate in his eyes! He wasn’t talking at all! But that would change soon! George introduced his invention to Don. Sarah lifted the boy’s ball sack and placed one of his testicals in the cup, while George plugged the power cord into an electrical cord reel mounted on the ceiling. He turned it on and calmly explained that it would take four hours to move the entire distance into the cup. At that time his testical and scrotum would have been squeezed out of the holes in its bottom as a paste. He had approximately an hour before the anvil would make contact with his testical and he would begin to feel pain, then more pain. It would be three hours of horrendous pain. Or he could just tell them everything they wanted to know. George reminded him that he has two testicals, so they would switch to the other one after four hours and begin again.
Don said nothing but beads of sweat were forming on his forehead. They asked him the questions.
“Where are the girls you said are being fucked ten to fifteen times a day?”
“Are they real or did you make them up?
“Where is the photography studio you threatened to take Jenny and Pam to?”
“At the studio are there any people, especially girls there?”
“Do you have a boss? If yes, who and where is he or she?”
“Who else is involved in your operation?”
“Where is a list of your clients that purchase your videos? If on a computer what are the passwords needed to access the lists?”
“Who are your competitors?”
He had remained silent after every question! Then finally, he spoke,
“Why should I tell you anything, you’re going to kill me anyway!”
“Don, once your testical starts to get squeezed, we will only stop the machine if you are giving correct, verifiable answers! We will check out your answers to see if you told the truth! Your problem is that if you don’t tell us the truth, we will let you live! It looks like you have about fifteen minutes before the anvil starts squeezing your testical. I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you a little taste of what the pain is going to be like!”
George got up and opened the pliers drawer of his tool chest. He selected the channel lock pliers and adjusted them to the approximate size he needed. Then he placed the jaws on either side of his second testical and squeezed!
The scream was loud and long! George had immediately let up on the pressure. But the pain had stayed, maybe not quite as bad as the shock of that first compression, but it was still painful several minutes later.
“Now imagine that kind of pain and worse for the rest of your life! You see the pain of your crushed testicals doesn’t go away. Please spare yourself all of that pain Don! Just tell us what we want to know!
“Ok, I’ll talk, turn that thing off!”
“It doesn’t work that way Don! You have to tell us everything we want to know and then we will turn it off and check the information. If it is incorrect we turn it back on. If I were you, I would talk fast, you have about ten minutes before it’s going to start hurting you!”
“Ask me the questions, hurry up, ask me the questions! I won’t lie!”
“Where are the girls you said are being fucked ten to fifteen times each a day?”
“They are in a warehouse just over the tracks on Maple and twelfth streets! It has a sign that says “Bubba’s Warehouse”! There are two guards and woman that cleans them up between fucks! The keys to their chains are on my key ring in my pocket!”
“Are they real or did you make them up?”
“They are real, they were taken off the streets of Winston - Salem, North Carolina six months ago! They are the third pair we have used!”
“What happened to the other four girls?”
“One went crazy and the other three died! The crazy one was set free in the woods, she ran off and no one ever found her.”
“How did the three girls die?”
“They starred in snuff films! One was impaled on a special order movie for a Saudi Prince, for sixty thousand dollars. One was fed alive to pigs. That movie made almost one hundred thousand dollars. The third was raped to death like the Comanche used to do, she was airtight with over a hundred men before they noticed she had died. The movie made over one hundred fifty thousand dollars.
“Where is the photography studio you threatened to take Jenny and Pam to?”
“It’s in the warehouse that the girls are in! The door key is on the key ring too!”
“At the studio are there any people, especially girls there?”
“Just the two guards and the woman, she is a slave too! And the two whores of course!”
“Do you have a boss? If yes, who and where is he or she?”
My father and mother are the heads of everything! They live at 524 Winchester Drive in The Lakes Subdivision, west of town! Their names are Brenda and Jeffrey Prentice”
“Who else is involved in your operation?”
“The men you killed, the two at the warehouse and my twin sisters, Margo and Morgan. They both live with mom and dad.
“Where is a list of your clients that purchase your videos? If on a computer what are the passwords needed to access the lists?”
“A complete list of everything, clients, politicians, and law enforcement that receive bribes are in the office on the computer. All of the passwords are on a sheet of paper in the calendar pad on top of the desk. The computer also has almost all of the girls’ names that have been taken over the years. Most of the girls were to supply my sisters’ the girls they use in their whore houses!
“Who are your competitors?”
“The Juarista Gang, The Italian gang, the Sopranos, and the new black one, The Negro Bombers! All of the information we have on them is in files in the computer! They do many things that are even worse than the things we have!”
“Like what?”
“They do rape movies of virgins, snuff movies, beastiality movies, they use orphan boys and girls in whore houses!”
Out of questions and totally disgusted with his answers, George and Sarah put a ball gag into Don’s mouth and turned the “nut cracker” machine back on.
“Don, this is for the three girls and all those others you have used and abused over your short life! Enjoy the pain you so richly deserve!”
They walked out of the garage and drove to the address of “Bubba’s Warehouse”. On the way there they threw Don’s phone into a river they drove next to for a mile. When they arrived at the warehouse, they found that it was a large building with a rail spur down one side. It was old, a plaque they found by the door stated it had been built in 1942. Likely making it part of the surge in military production during World War II. They watched the doors for several hours. Men, mostly black men, came and went after spending twenty to thirty minutes inside before leaving, using the same door coming and going.
The number of men going in and out increased after five o’clock as men got off work and came to the warehouse to get off a different way. Three women came together and stayed for over an hour.
Inside a woman and the two girls chained to their beds were now being fucked in all their holes at the same time! This happened when every weekday, workers came in after getting off of work before they went home. They knew that after a couple of hours the volume would slack off and they would go back to one or two men at a time. They had been hearing comments from the men that their holes, their assholes in particular, were becoming too loose. They knew, because the two guards would tell them,
“Better tighten your holes up, because once the men start complaining it won’t be long before you are replaced with two tight, fresh assholes, and pussies! Then you girls won’t have any worries, no worries at all!”
They knew what that meant, they wouldn’t be alive to have any worries! It was just a matter of time and their ordeal would be over. At this point they had nothing to live for anyway! Death would be a welcome end!
By three o’clock in the morning the traffic through the door into the warehouse had stopped and they knew two men had yet to come out, so they waited. The two men came out together, let out by one of the guards. It was a good bet that he had locked the door when he went back inside. But that was alright, they had Don’s keys!
George and Sarah waited ten more minutes, they put on neoprene gloves on both of their hands, then went to the door. They had looked at the ring of keys and had decided that this door could be unlocked by only one of three keys. They tried the first one, but it didn’t even fit in the lock. The second one slid into the lock, but didn’t turn it. The third was the one that worked!
They went in and locked the door behind them. They stood inside for a minute, still and silent, listening. For several minutes they listened and could just barely hear a rhythmical sound that they at first couldn’t identify. Then they knew what it was! It was the guards fucking the girls!
Then they heard the sound of a key going in the lock of the door behind them! They quickly moved behind some boxes nearby and had just gotten out of sight when two men came in the door. They didn’t lock it behind them! Why?
Their question was answered when two different men came out of the door that the new guys had just entered, they were both zipping up their jeans. They left and relocked the door!
George and Sarah looked at one another, they both knew that staying put and listening at the door had undoubtedly saved their lives! Had they gone into that other room, they would have been trapped by the two new guards! They waited a few minutes and once again heard the rhythmical slapping sound like two metronomes going at the same time, one a half beat slower and quieter than the other. The new guards were fucking the girls! They approached the door and tested the knob. It was locked. They tried the first key and it worked. They slowly opened the door and peaked in. Sure enough two young girls were both being fucked in the ass, as they lay face down on a bed with their feet on the floor. A woman was chained to another bed, she was in her thirties and had been pretty at one time. She looked haggard and exhausted, she was starving! They opened the door and stepped in, they both held their fingers to their lips. The woman nodded slightly. She saw her saviors, she wouldn’t give them away!
Stepping slowly and quietly toward the men, they hit them in the back of their heads as hard as they could! Both men slumped over the girl’s backs. George and Sarah pulled them back and let them fall to the floor. Sarah checked their carotid arteries, there was no pulse that she could detect. She pulled out her handcuffs and cuffed them together, their arms inside of each other’s cuffs. She did a quick but thorough search of them, finding weapons, knives, brass knuckles, and handguns. She also found keys on both men.
George was unlocking ankle rings on the woman and the girls. They were thanking them, hardly able to stand, but happy that maybe they were going to live through this ordeal after all! But George and Sarah had other things to do, and they had no idea how long they had to do it in! Were the guards on eight hour shifts, twelve hours, or was it six or even four! There was no telling. They had watched for just over six hours so they thought it was most likely eight or longer. But they had a lot to do!
George asked the woman,
“Can you walk?”
“Yes, I can run if it means we’re leaving!”
“Not yet! We have a lot to do before we can leave. Is there somewhere the girls and yourself can clean up and get dressed?”
“Yes, there’s a change room and showers over there through those double doors. They let us shower once a day. Usually recording us washing each other!”
“Go clean up and get dressed in whatever you can find! See if you can find something to eat too! We will be in the office, do you know where that might be?”
“It’s at the top of those stairs to the right, the left is the editing room where they put the video into a movie. There are cameras everywhere! All of the men my daughters and I have fucked were recorded on at least five cameras.”
“Your daughters?”
“Yes, my daughters, Brittany, she’s fourteen, and Justine, is fifteen and a half! My name is Michelle! My husband, their father, sold us to these people! They promised to use us then kill us for him! Now, if I’m truly saved, I can get even with that bastard! I will have my vengeance if it takes my life doing it!”
“Here are the guard’s guns, do you know how to shoot! The woman pulled back the slide ejecting the bullet from the chamber, she caught it and released the magazine and placed the round into place, refilling the twelve round capacity magazine. She made sure the safety was on and placed it back in the shoulder holster. A very credible demonstration of her apparent skills.
The woman and her daughters went to clean up. George and Sarah went upstairs and into the office.
In the office Sarah found the passwords and booted up the computer. A file immediately caught her eye! It was labeled “Offshore Accounts”! She opened it!
Cayman Islands Accounts
Cayman Bank and Trust ... Account number... 666578-932762145 ... Balance... $3,586,897.54
Grand Cayman National Bank ... Acct. Number... 666579-556743295 ... Balance... $5, 432,678.23
Georgetown First National Bank ... Acct. Num... 666580-6589532 ... Balance... $4,894,965.61
Swiss Accounts
Zurich Cantonal Bank ... Acct. Number 888765-109546742 ... Balance $1,007,876,745.73
Union Bancaire Privée ... Acct. Number 888753-643897325 ... Balance $5,896,523.65
EFG International ... Acct. Number 888563-451826948 ... Balance $10,743,421.96
George and Sarah looked at each other in shock! But then got very busy logging into each bank and making changes, they established a new account at each bank, then using the passwords on the sheet of paper they opened the first account and transferred all but $1.00 into the new account. They carefully made note of each bank’s name, account number, password, and balance. They went through every account in every bank. But after the first one they just closed the empty account.
They printed out the names of law enforcement people and politicians that were taking money and using girls. There were several high positioned FBI names on the list, but only some low Homeland Security names, mostly Border Guards. Politicians ranged from senators to congressmen and a few state politicians also.
They smiled at each other then went into the internet history file and deleted all their transactions for the day. They then went to other files and looked at lists of people on the take and any other files that caught their interest. But it was all too much, they weren’t going to go around killing all these other people! They did find the addresses of the sisters’ whorehouses. They wrote those down in Google Maps.
George unplugged the CPU, they made a copy of the passwords for the computer, leaving off the banking information entirely. They checked in the other room, the editing room, it was good that they did! It was also the security room. All of the cameras, inside and out fed into this room where they recorded everything on to Blu Ray disks. Sharon collected the disks and George turned off all of the cameras. They searched the room for anything else they might need. In the corner was a safe. The combination was on the paper. They opened it and found a bunch of Blu Ray master discs and over ten thousand dollars in cash. Conveniently, there was a gym bag on a table, they dumped the shoes and clothing out and loaded all the discs and money into the bag.
They went to the bathroom next, they found the family was getting dressed in the clothes they had been brought here in four months before. They looked in other rooms and the rest of the warehouse, only finding some movie sets and a kennel with two large dogs. They made sure the dogs had plenty of water and food. The two guards hadn’t woken up and they probably never would, so Sarah took her handcuffs back. Then they went out the door, locking it behind them.
They went back to George’s house. In the garage, Don had died in agony, his testical had been pushed through the ten eighth inch holes and were paste formed in little curled up piles. George removed the machine and cleaned it off, later he put it in the dishwasher and ran it twice before he put any dishes in it. He and Sarah both called in sick and everyone went to bed and slept for several hours.
While they slept Jeffrey Prentice had logged on to his computer in his home office and opened his account at the first of three banks in the Cayman Islands, he stared in disbelief at the Account Balance of $1.00! He quickly tried to open the other two accounts there and the three in Switzerland none would open! Someone had closed them!
Next he called his son, his phone went straight to voicemail! He checked his cellphone tracker, its last ping came from three towers that showed it had been by the river. Next he called the men at the warehouse, no answer, their phones had gone straight to voicemail too! Next he called Margo, she and Morgan were still in bed together. Margo lifted her mouth from Morgan’s pussy and answered her phone!
“Daddy, Morgan was just about to cum in my mouth, why are you calling so early!”
“Margo, this is important! Have you seen your brother?”
“Not since yesterday afternoon, he was going to some garage to film some new girls!”
“What fucking garage? Was it an auto repair shop, or a parking garage, or what?”
“He didn’t say, he did say it was off an alley!”
“Shit! There are only about a hundred miles of alleys in town! There is a very good chance your brother is dead, the stupid cock sucker! And whoever killed him stole all our money!”
“Our offshore account money, Daddy! THATS OVER A FUCKING BILLION DOLLARS!!!”
Morgan became alarmed! They never yelled at their father! He would have one of his men kill people who would do less than that!
“$1,038,433,961.69 to be exact! You and your sister start calling everyone, and I mean everyone, and try and find either Don, or someone who knows where the fuck he went! Find that fucking garage!”
The girls started calling everyone in their contacts, their parents were doing the same. Some people got four phone calls all inquiring about Don Prentice. The most common answer was “I haven’t seen him in several days!” But they sometimes found someone who said that they had seen him yesterday, they universally said, “He was going to fuck some new girls at some garage!” When they were asked “what garage?”, and, “what kind of garage?”, they got a “no idea” response!
Jeff finally decided to send his guys out to drive every alley in town and look for Don’s Land Rover! He sent them all the latest pictures of the vehicle along with his plate and VIN number! It had distinctive stickers and extras on it! It was four o’clock in the afternoon at that point.
George woke knowing that there was something urgent that he had to do! All of their lives depended on doing it! But he couldn’t remember what “it” was! He closed his eyes and lay back, as if trying to remember a dream. But it stayed just out of reach, the urgency was palpable, why and what remained elusive.
Suddenly, and with a force like a hammer blow, it hit him! How did Don and his goons get to his garage? They had to have driven something! If it was found, they could be found! It was imperative that they find it and get it off the street!
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