[The orders had been swift, with some creativity left to Leo's henchmen. Vincent was only too glad to slash away at the hapless Head Hunter's loose clothing. Lotti prances off like a child entering an amusement park.

When she returned, the latest play for Leo's wicked idea begins. A few minutes in, and the Head Hunter feels like it's already been an eternity. He's on all fours between Lotti and Vincent; other Baskervilles stand around the group, silent and patient. The captive is only allowed to make small groans as Vincent thrusts his cock down Leo's throat and Lotti bucks the phallus of her strap-on deep into his body.]