Mr. McGregor drags them before his family.

At gun-point, Mr. McGregor led Ben and Cassidy out further into the pumpkin patch. Cassidy wrapped her arms around her chest, her nipples hardening as her whole body shivered as the autumn chill circled the three of them.

He led them behind the barn, only for Ben and Cassidey to find that they weren't alone.

There were various others there, all dressed for farm work. They looked like they were busy carving faces onto various pumpkins, some of them having been affixed onto various scarecrows as heads, whcih was strange, as Halloween had passed already.

"Who're they?" Asked another man. He looked a lot like Mr. McGregor, but pudgier, fewer wrinkles and no hat.

"Found 'em sneakin' around," said Mr. McGregor.

"What for?" Asked the other man again.

"You blind or somethin'?" Asked a woman. "They look like they're hanky-panky." She was Ben and Cassidy's age, dressed in denim shorts and a buttoned up shirt tied into a mini-t, her hair braided into a pair of pigtails. She looked like every "Farmer's Daughter" at a Halloween costume shop and porno website.

The woman have Cassidy's bare ass a swat

"Is that right? You here for hanky panky."

"Knock that dyke-shit off, Nancy," said Mr. McGregor.

"Oh come on, pa. Don't spoil my fun."

"I said knock it off before I do it for you!"

Nancy gave a pout before walking off.

An older woman, many of her teeth missing, sitting in a rocking chair with a massive white pumpkin in her lap, asked "you know what we do for tresspassin' on tonight of all nights."

"I sure do ma," said Mr. McGregor.