The Garage
Copyright© 2026 by Techman1952
Chapter 3
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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 & Sarah
Buy Drones & Plan a Party
George and Sarah knew where the couple lived, it was a very large mansion inside a walled compound that surrounded a property of about four acres. They entered the address in Google Earth and inspected the house and yards. It had an extensive patio around a large pool and hot tub. A cabana with a built-in BBQ grill was visible. Security cameras could be seen at the corners of the house, perimeter walls and the detached garage. It was a big house, over seven thousand square feet in the main house, the second story over the garage accounted for another fifteen hundred square feet.
All that for two people! Why? Did they have live-in servants, guards or something? Or was the extra living space used for something more sinister, and diabolical? Did they bring their victims here, was this the heart of their operation? Were there girls being raped inside that mansion right this second? How could they find out, without risking their own lives?
They drove past the property a couple of times but couldn’t see into the compound because of a curve in the driveway that was similar to what they had done at their ten acres on Whidbey Island. The perimeter wall followed the curve and blocked the view inside from both directions. As they were leaving the area, they passed by a county park. A drone flew over the car at about one hundred feet. They both said at the same time,
“A drone with a camera!”
They went back to George’s old house and parked the rental car in his old garage. The same place where this entire thing had started just a few months before. Once inside his old house they opened the internet browser on his iPad. They did a search for local businesses that sold drones. There were three places. One was close to his home. They loaded the address in Google Maps and drove there.
“Good afternoon! I’m Jerry, how can I help you?”
“We are looking at buying some property and would like to survey it from the air and see what it looks like. A guy, a neighbor to the property, told us that there is a large wetland on the property. If there is, it wouldn’t be a good property for us to own!”
“So, you need a drone with a camera!”
“Exactly, but not just one, we want photographs and video cameras. While we’re at it we may as well look at the wildlife on the property as well. Wouldn’t an infrared camera do that?”
“It would, it will increase the cost significantly, but it would show you if animals like a fox or coyote and larger animals are present!”
“Would it have an image stabilization system on it?”
“That is an option, sir! Once more it adds to the cost!”
“Cost is no object! Can the camera zoom in on objects?”
“Yes! They each have 4X zoom lenses!”
“Can we get one that basically flies itself?”
“One of our suppliers just came out with an AI assisted model that has obstacle avoidance, pattern flying, and homing capabilities. It also has a battery management system that will protect your investment and return to its base when the amount of charge reaches a point that it must return to base or crash. Once that level is reached it comes back for charging or a battery swap regardless of control inputs.”
“How long will it stay in the air?”
“In most circumstances it can stay airborne for over an hour and a half maximum. That depends on camera usage as well as propeller motor use.”
“Does it record on a Micro SD card and broadcast a signal?”
“Yes it has two micro SDcards, one for still pictures and the other for video, and it broadcasts a signal so you can see what it is videoing.”
“Does the base unit also record the images that the cameras send back, as a backup?”
“Yes sir, that is an option! Not many people want to get it, but it is available!”
“I’ve never flown one, is it difficult to learn how to fly it?”
“No, it’s not hard to learn, especially the AI models! Would you like to try to fly one?”
“Sure I think we both need to learn!”
They went to the back of his store and out a door into a courtyard. Jerry carried a plastic case that was about two feet square and sixteen inches deep. He put it on a table and opened it. Inside was a four three propeller drone about eighteen inches on a side. On one half of the case was an LCD screen with an antenna that could be extended. There were four batteries in chargers that could be charged using several means. A standard iPhone charger, a 12 volt cigarette lighter port, and 120V house current.
Jerry left the drone in the case and just took the lid piece off the bottom by sliding it off the hinge pins. He set it upright and extended some black cloth sun shields to reduce the glare off the screen. A joy stick was plugged into the front of the screen.
He flipped a toggle switch and the screen came on as did a green light on the drone.
“The running lights are required by the FFA, but only at night. There is a switch that turns them off to save the battery during a day flight!”
He flipped another switch and the two blade propellers began to turn. Using a thumb wheel on the joystick he increased the RPMs of the props and it lifted off its base and hovered. Suddenly it shot up at a forty five degree angle and was over a hundred feet away. It rotated in place and the camera zoomed in on them, showing themselves on the screen, a very clear picture! Jerry flipped another switch and no matter where he flew the drone the camera was locked on them.
Jerry turned on the infrared camera and their body heat showed red to white on the screen. Then he switched it back to the regular camera. He let them both take control and fly it manually, then showed them pre programmed routes and patterns. Surprisingly it was very quiet.
George brought it to a hover about twenty feet over himself. It was louder then, and noticeable!
Is there a way to make it quieter? I don’t want to flush any deer or disturb the wildlife in any way!”
“There are some special propellers that I can order, they are very expensive!”
“Do you have two of what we want?”
I only have this one, but I can get two brand new drones exactly like you want and have them here tomorrow if you pay the expedited delivery fee!”
“Write it up, place the purchase and delivery cost on this card!” George handed him an American Express Platinum card.
“Yes Sir! Could you give me your cell number so I can call you when it comes in?”
“That’s alright, we’ll check with you tomorrow afternoon. If you would, charge all of the batteries as soon as they come in!”
“Yes sir! I’ll have them all ready for you!”
The total amount of the bill was over six thousand dollars! Jerry was very happy! He placed the order and asked for it to be dropped-shipped, in care of the Southwest Airlines counter at George Bush International airport, Terminal One. He would go and get them as soon as they arrived.
The manufacturer texted him with the flight information and arrival time. Jerry was at the airport at eight o’clock the next morning. The flight was due at eight ten. He beat the packages to the counter by five minutes. By nine thirty the batteries were on their chargers.
George and Sarah spent the morning at the county courthouse looking up the owners of the property around the Prentice estate. It turned out the properties on either side of his ten acres were owned by Prentice! But the property behind him was owned by an older man, named Sam Smith. They got his number.
“Sam, here! What do you want! And who are you!” The man answered brusquely!
“My name is George Wilke, I would like to rent your property out on 4553 Smith Rd. For a party!”
“How much would you be willing to pay me for the privilege?”
“How does five thousand sound?”
“I like ten thousand better!”
“How about seventy five hundred?”
“How about ten thousand! Take it or leave it!”
“I’ll take it! But I have to ask, why didn’t you negotiate with me?”
“Hell, Sonny! If you had started at a thousand, you could have had it for two thousand!”
“Is it alright if we have a bonfire out there in the clearing in the back?”
“For ten thousand you could do practically anything you want as long as you don’t burn the whole thing down!”
“Where do I bring your money?”
I live across the street from that asshole that lives behind walls! That bastard’s goons fuck with me all the time!”
“Then you will enjoy the purpose of the party! It’s to drive him crazy! There are going to be a lot of college kids drinking beer and playing loud music! If you can stand the music and drink beer from a keg, come on over and party with us!”
“I’ll do that!”
“I’ll bring you the money around five o’clock this afternoon!”
They stopped at Lowe’s and bought a Tri Fuel Champion Co. Shield 1,100 watt generator and a red five gallon gas can and a yellow diesel can as well. He also bought a garden sprayer, the pump up kind. And two heavy gauge one hundred foot extension cords and power strips to deliver the electrical current from the generator at a distance, so that it didn’t interfere with the music.
Then they went to the Budweiser Distribution Center and bought six kegs of beer to be delivered to the property at six o’clock iced down. Next they went to the University and went to Fraternity Row. They went to the Tri Delta Phi house first, they had been the party house on campus the two years he had gone there. They evidently still were because they jumped at the chance to have a party with FREE BEER! It was a Friday night, so they started scrambling to get the word out. The old dude was footing the bill for a live Band too!
That was the hardest thing to find, a band that was good that didn’t have a Friday night booking! Sarah had called five managers and everyone was booked. Then her phone rang, the manager that she had called first had found out that the wedding reception they were playing was canceled! The groom had been caught bonking the Maid of Honor by the father of the bride. The father didn’t know that they were a threesome and beat the crap out of him. Now the wedding was postponed until he got out of the hospital! The groom didn’t press charges against his future father in law.
They arranged for the band to come out to the site early and set up on the flatbed trailer. The trailer was rented from a trucking company and would be delivered at five thirty.
The county Constable’s office was contacted and they would supply security, direct parking cars, and make sure drivers wouldn’t be driving drunk when they left. It cost five thousand and an equal amount was donated to the Constable’s re-election campaign! That was contingent on not responding to noise complaints coming from the house behind the party. The Constable had agreed. George called the Sheriff and reached the same deal with him.
Porta Potty Rentals Inc. was the next place they called on. The place had an eloquent company slogan “Your Piss is Our Gold!” He had eight of them delivered to the site to be placed right up against the center of the big wall.
On the way to the site, he saw a man with a bat wing mower mowing a field not even a mile from the party site. It was almost two o’clock. He turned the rental Chevy Suburban around and drove into the field. The guy drove up to them and got down from his air conditioned cab on the big John Deere tractor. George offered him two thousand dollars to stop mowing this field and follow him to another one to mow. But he had to go over everything twice and in different directions each time. The man followed him and started mowing the ten acres.
Then they went to the bank and got out twenty thousand dollars. Sarah reminded George that he had promised a bonfire,
“How are you going to build a bonfire on such short notice?”
“You just watch!”
After leaving the bank, he drove down to a business park. At the very back end of the park was a pallet company. They had all kinds of pallets including a huge pile of used pine pallets. For five thousand in cash he bought the whole pile delivered and stacked.
They went to the drone company and Jerry loaded the two drones into the back of the Suburban. They went back out to the site and waited for stuff to start showing up.
The owner of the property came by and collected his money, then stayed to watch what was going on. The porta potties were delivered and set up. The pallets were delivered and were being erected far enough away from the porta potties that they wouldn’t melt them. Three semi trailer loads of the old pallets were delivered and stacked using a trailer mounted all terrain fork lift. By the time it was finished it was huge.
The band’s stage arrived and was dropped in a spot far enough away from the fire that people could sit and listen or dance if they wanted to. The beer was delivered on time. The constables showed up. They set up a checkpoint to check the age of everyone coming into the party. If they were eighteen or over they received a wrist band similar to those that hospitals use for ID bands, only these were bright fluorescent yellow. There were five officers total, one checking ages, one parking cars, one standing at the kegs and two to roam around. They didn’t know it but before they left each officer was going to get an additional thousand dollars for changing their Friday night plans on short notice.
One of the deputy constables approached George and said,
“Mr. Wilke, I’m also a volunteer firefighter, may I make a suggestion?”
“Sure, what’s on your mind?”
“Sir, that is a really large bonfire, and those pallets aren’t tied together in any way. As they burn they are liable to start collapsing and there is no way to control which way they fall. I think it would be an excellent idea to have one of our pumper trucks here with its one thousand gallons of water! Just in case!”
“Deputy, I believe that is an excellent suggestion! Could you make those arrangements please?”
“I’ll get right on it! Thank you!”
Fifteen minutes later they had two Volunteers Fire Department trucks come onto the property. The big pumper truck and a smaller grass fire truck along with several firefighters in their full gear. The VFD received a ten thousand dollar donation.
The band arrived and started setting everything up on the trailer, the trucking company had supplied a set of steps for them to climb up and down.
As it started to get dark, around seven thirty, kids started showing up for the party. They got wristbands and were directed to a parking spot. George turned on the generator and let it warm up for a few minutes before plugging in the extension cords. A half turn and they were locked into the outlet.
One of the firefighters had taken on the job of starting the fire. He sprayed the diesel fuel using the garden sprayer around the bottom of the stacks working around the outside of them and was liberally spraying the first three feet or so with the fuel. By the time he was finished it was full dark and he lit the diesel in several places and soon the stack was burning.
The band started performing by singing the “Red Solo Cup” song, which enticed people to grab a beer. The band was good, the beer was cold, and more and more kids arrived. The band was also loud! And that, as well as being a distraction, was the entire purpose of the party! Sarah and George let the party build and encouraged debauchery. Sarah began pretending to be drunk and started stripping to the band’s music. Now topless she began kissing George and rubbing all over him before taking off her pants. In only her panties she danced provocatively and kissed girls on the mouth before dancing away. It didn’t take long for other girls to join her in her dancing and her stripping. Soon ten then twenty and more girls had stripped totally nude and were dancing with one another and boys. Boys stripped and soon sex between girls and other girls, girls and boys, began. More and more of the increasingly drunk party guests became caught up in the revelry. Soon girls were giving their partner or total strangers blowjobs. Some couples were fucking and several girls were engaged in oral sex with one another.
The deputy’s observed, closely observed everything but did nothing to stop it, per their instructions. They weren’t the only men observing, inside the security room of the mansion the guards were also watching the girls dancing, then later having sex.
The cameras that usually were panning the grounds were looking outward at the party. Those men whose area of responsibility didn’t include the area of the party, had gotten up from their monitors and were watching the screens of those who did.
George and Sarah had left the party and had opened the cases of their drones. They flew the drones to the mansion. One drone was placed in an overwatch position high above the compound. Its camera was operating in infrared to look for roaming guards. The other drone began looking in windows that had lights on inside and those that were dark were recorded in infrared. What they found and recorded was confirmation of their fears.
In almost every room on the second floor were young girls being fucked by men while being recorded on multiple cameras. Some were tied up, some were being forced with the barrels of guns literally pointed at their heads, but out of the view of the cameras. Girls being double fucked, girls licking and sucking one another at the same time, and another that was obviously being raped in her asshole. In the master bedroom Jeffrey Prentice was fucking a fourteen year old girl doggie style while shoving her face into his wife’s pussy with every forward stroke.
The girls were a mix of Mexican, Chinese, black and white. They were fourteen to sixteen years old. Most of them had been smuggled into Texas over the Mexican border, others came into California in CONEX containers from Africa and China. But a few came from places here in the U.S.! They had been sold by fathers, kidnapped off of the streets, and taken from orphanages whose sole purpose was supplying girls to rich men, whore houses and illicit film companies around the world.
Dave and Jerry
With the evidence now recorded on a micro SD card, they made copies and sent the copies to the chief of police and a crime reporter at a local newspaper. They waited for something to happen. Surely there was enough evidence for justice to take its course. Two weeks went by and still nothing had happened.
What they didn’t know was that the reporter’s daughter had been kidnapped, one of the unfortunate girls on their video was her. The chief had been a frequent visitor to the Prentice mansion several times. In fact, had they used the drones an hour earlier, he would have been a movie star.
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