Plato and Marion boarded the Puella, and watched as the studs, the male underlings who provided mostly muscle and cock where needed, hauled their acquisitions aboard the refurbished tanker. The studs had done this dozens, even hundreds of times before, and carried the new props to their "storage room", the section of the massive hold converted into cramped kennels for the men and women kidnapped with the intention of using them in Obscaena's main product, torture porn.<br/><br/>The kennels were little more than chain link cages of heavy gauge aluminum, bolted to the floor of the hull. Each cage was barely six feet long, four feet wide, and four feet tall. The captives were only meant to sleep or kneel inside them, never stand.<br/><br/>The Prop Storage Room, as the kennels were known to the staff, was designed with misery in mind. It was dark, and while not chilly, no attempt at providing comfort was made. Only the most basic of necessities were accounted for, with one small, thin blanket that could serve as either pillow, mattress, or cover, but never all three in each one.  There were large water bottles, not unlike what were in every hamster cage of the world, as well. Additionally, there was a small chamber pot that had to be shoved in the corner, but due to the layout of the kennels, it was impossible to avoid the smell of someone's feces and urine. What was furthest from each pot's owner was usually closest to their neighbor.<br/><br/>The three girls were unceremoniously tipped out of their bags in front of the open kennels. Their studs then sheared off their clothes with professional precision using large scissors, undid their bonds and gags, and shoved them into their new homes.<br/><br/>Plato nodded in thanks to the large men, and assured them first crack at the girls after the three had been broken in, as was only considered polite in return for their service. He then turned to the freshest pieces of meat on board.<br/><br/>"Welcome to your new home, girls! The decor may not be much, but the neighborhood is nice and you can't beat the price. You may notice those pots in the corner of your rooms, but I highly recommend you keep your shit to yourselves. You get any ideas about using them on any of the staff, and aside from the more brutal than usual beating you'll get, your rations will be halved, and we won't let you empty it out with everyone else for a month. I hear it's most unpleasant."<br/><br/>He turned to Marion, gesturing towards the passage leading out of the storage room and to their quarters and office. "Prepare the report and pass it on to the managers. It's your first time, but it's easy enough. Make sure you get their stats first. When you are done, I want to take a look first. Better for you that I catch any mistakes rather than one of the bosses, but not by much, girl."<br/><br/>Plato returned his attention to the props in their cages, grinning evily, like some toad of hell. "Your first shoot is tomorrow, girls. Don't worry about makeup or wardrobe. There isn't any."<br/><br/>With his part done for now, Mr. Greeley went to the galley. He wasn't going to miss sausage night for the world, and had much planning to do for his new playthings.