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background Prelude
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Julie, Judy, and Joan had been admirer since before kindergarten. When their mothers car pooled for schooling result, etc, they spoke of `` picking up The Three J's. '' teacher, and virtually of the community of interests soon started referring to them as `` The Three J's. '' In the fourth grade, Sara 's female parent went to forge for Julie 's female parent as a Captain James Cook and housekeeper, and since her mom lived in an apartment over the service department, Sara was added to the mix. After that, they became known to their parents, teachers and most of the residential area as `` The Three J 's and an S. ''

To a great extent, Sara was always the `` tag along. '' Partly this was because of the difference in economic condition. The threesome J's were `` from money '' with coevals of purification and tradition. Sara was `` working year '' who cleaned up well, but remained slightly an outsider. Partly Sara was the odd one out because of physical differences. The Three J's were from northern European farm animal with pale skin, wanton hair, and down in the mouth eyes. Sara was always slightly brusque, to a greater extent than slightly less pale, and had dark hair and inscrutable brown eyes. But primarily, Sara was the tag along because of the conflict in personality.

From their sentence in pre-school together, The triad J's were all alpha-females with strong personalities and always somewhat of a fistful for their parents and their teachers. Sara, on the former script, was Thomas More of a genus Beta, gamma, or even delta personality and tended to defer to whatever The three J's said or did. Sara was always the quiet little young woman in the recess who never caused any problems in socio-economic class. Still, The trine J's accepted her for what she was, or perhaps despite what she was. Conversely, she accepted The Three J's for what they were and accepted that she was n't quite their equal and would never be as closing curtain as these three girls who had totally grown up together.

The Three J's and an S are now college Juniors who way together in an off-campus apartment. Sara, who has very limited financial means, cooks, cleans and keeps the apartment as her share of the rent, utilities and nutrient. cobbler's last January, The 3 J's and an S spent Winter breakage at a ski cabin time-shared by Joan 's father. While there, Judy met Ron, Julie met Kevin, and Sara and Joan finally admitted to themselves what everyone else already knew ..., that they were strongly attracted to each other in a loving, D/s relationship.

We rejoin them several calendar week before the end of the school year.

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CHAPTER ONE
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It was a undimmed, sunny, betimes April morning when Joan walked into the kitchen with her cellphone in deal and announced, `` I have some skillful news and some bad news show. ''

Julie and Judy were sitting at the kitchen mesa finishing breakfast. Sara, clad only in her black velvet collar, was cleaning up the counter. All three turned to look at Joan as she asked, `` What do you want get-go - the adept newsworthiness or the bad news ? ``

'' You may as well give us the bad tidings first, '' answered Julie. `` Since you just got off the earphone with your dad, I assume this comes from him. ``

'' And from your parents, '' said Joan. `` My dad is just the spokesperson. ``

She paused a here and now before continuing. Then she said, `` The bad news is that we are not going anywhere over the summer. ``

Julie and Judy both groaned. Sara, who had been planning on staying in town and working some form of summer job, stood quietly behind the two girls. She did n't need to express her happiness that Joan would not be away from her at all during the summer.

'' And the serious news is ? ... '' asked Judy.

'' We do n't cause to vex about getting some variety of internship onto our CV 's. '' answered Joan.

Julie, Judy and Sara all looked at her as Julie asked, `` And what does that mean ? ``

'' Our parents evidently got together last workweek and discussed the fact that we 'needed some real world experience before we graduated .'They pulled some strings and all three of us have paid internships at a local factory. I will be helping rewrite some technical manual of arms ; Judy will be playing sorcerer 's prentice in the timbre control lab ; and Julie will be helping set up a new information processing system system for human resources. ``

She then looked over at Sara. `` They thought a business internship would n't really be helpful for an elementary instructor, but a well-paying job on the factory floor would. So, they arranged for you to be a summer replacement on the production line of products. It might be a little oil production, but it will pay twice or maybe triple what you could create at that waitress job you were looking at. ``

Sara was now rid to smile and show up her felicity. Julie and Judy, however, were obviously less than thrilled. `` I had hoped to be able to spend a lot of meter with Kevin this summer, '' whined Julie. `` But they 're right, '' she continued. `` Sooner or later we have to do some sorting of internship. We might as well get it out of the way this summer. ``

And so on the initiative Monday of June, The Three J's and an S reported for study at `` Perfect pet Plant routine 7. '' Perfect Pets made and sold everything that you would ever need for a cat, dog, horse, hamster or whatever you wanted. works act 7 was a food processing plant life. It was extremely unclouded, and the temperature and humidity were very well controlled, but the overpowering smell of drying pet food permeated the area. Even in the sealed comfort of the office area, everything smelled vaguely of pork barrel, beef, Pisces the Fishes, corn whiskey, soy and whatever else they were cooking, grinding up, mixing and compressing into `` perfect tense Pet shot. ``

The first few week went by rather rapidly. The III J's were obviously enjoying their new adventure into the `` real macrocosm. '' Sara, however, began to grow to a greater extent and more withdrawn and tranquillise with each passing day. Although at first she would quite willingly percentage what had happened in her day with Joan and the former J 's, recently she would n't even reply when take how her day had gone. Even more strangely, Sara began to get into a nightshirt to bed that she did n't withdraw even when fixing breakfast for The Three J's.

The Three J 's knew very well that Sara was a slavish exhibitionist who had no problem showing her physical structure to anyone and everyone. She loved to run around the flat bare and would probably go to family au naturel if she could get away with it. If Sara was hiding her body, something was definitely wrong, and it had something to do with Perfect Pets Plant Number 7.

Finally, Joan texted Julie and Judy to meet her during their break of serve so they could babble about the situation. `` Something is terribly damage, '' began Joan, `` but Sara wo n't babble out about it. She just curls up in a ball on the bed and cry. She wo n't let me bear on her or hug her or anything. I think something happened to her or is happening to her at the plant. ``

'' I have to go out onto the product story and charter sample respective sentence a sack, '' offered Judy. `` I 'll see if I can find out anything. ``

'' I will go through the recent account in the computer and see if there is anything that stands out, '' added Julie. `` I do n't know if they realized it, but they gave me a full phase of the moon access parole and I can get to anything on that system. It had to possess been a mistake, but I 'm not going to narrate them about it until the end of the summer in grammatical case something comes up that I need that much access. ``

'' OK, '' answered Joan. `` We meet here again tomorrow and compare notes. I will try to peach to her again tonight, but I do n't want to push it too far. ``

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CHAPTER TWO
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When Judy went out into the product domain to take aim the mid-afternoon samples, she intentionally changed her path through the steaming and rattling car so that she would end up in the area where Sara was working. She had hoped to see what Sara was doing, but when she got there Sara was nowhere to be seen.

A Young Hispanic womanhood was working as a bag filler on one of the erstwhile, fully manual motorcar. Normally, filling 40lb bags on one of the older machine was a two mortal job. One somebody loaded empties onto the slide and activated the dump, the other pulled the bag through the sealer, which sewed the top of the bag shut, and stacked the bag on a pallet. This fille was doing both.

'' Where 's Sara ? '' asked Judy.

The Loretta Young woman looked around with a very scare look on her face. `` I must hold up, '' she said with a heavy accent as she pulled a bag through the sealer. `` I ca n't fall behind in output or I could get fired. Please go away. Please go away. ``

Judy paused for a mo to say the fair sex 's ID badge and then picked up her in-plant radio and keyed it on. `` Requesting shut down of bag tune A-43. Something does n't look right with the color and the aroma seems a minuscule off. I want to assert mix and quality. ``

A muffled voice answered, `` Fifteen minute shutdown authorized. Remember to complete the annotation in the output logarithm when you have cleared it for restart. ``

Judy smiled up at the young fair sex as her machine suddenly became silent. `` Maria is it ? Or do you prefer Madonna ? We can blab out now. I know you are not supposed to be running this machine by yourself. Where is Sara ? She is a admirer of mine. ``

'' Your booster is in a good deal very bad trouble, '' answered Mary. `` She is in the supervisor 's position, but you can not help her. Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson is a mighty man ..., and he has many powerful acquaintance. They do each former favors. I can say no More. ``

'' Mary, '' Judy continued. `` I know that you are sound. Why does he affright you so badly ? What power does Mr. Swanson have over you ? You can secern me. I have to know in rescript to help my friend. ``

She lowered her head and sobbed, `` My brothers are not. He knows. He will tell his acquaintance in in-migration. Before Sara came, it was me in his office. I do n't bonk what he knows about Sara, but you can not help her. He is muy poderoso jefe. ``

'' What happens in his billet ? ``

Mary stared at the floor as she answered. `` Mr. Swanson is a very vicious man. He treats everyone very well and everyone thinks he is a bully person, but he picks out one or two people who are weak ... or have arcanum. '' She paused to sob softly. `` Then he traps them and makes them do abominable thing. ``

'' What sort of fearsome things ? ``

mare stared silently at the floor, so Judy continued,"I need to bonk what is happening to my friend .... so I can help her ... and you. ``

'' The commencement time he called me to his office, he told me that I was wearing too much wearable and that I should leave my underclothes with him. I did n't desire to, but he knew my brother 's name and where they lived and where they worked and he said that all he had to do was to yell his friends and my Brother would be in jail until they were deported. ``

'' I told him that I would go to the bathroom and bring him back my underwear. He said, 'No chiquita you will uncase naked right here and hand it to me .'I did, but before he would let me put my clothes back on, he made me tolerate there and turn slowly around so that he could gaze at my body. Finally he let me go back to work. Before I left his office, he said, 'Make indisputable there is nothing under those pants but you tomorrow. I 'm going to check .'''

'' The next day, nothing happened. I thought maybe he had forgotten, but after the afternoon break - almost at quitting time - he called me into his office. He showed me pictures that he had taken from before. I was standing there naked in front end of him like I was a puta. He said ,'I 'm surely your mother would like to see this, would n't she ? One click and that picture goes straight to the village electronic mail score. I 'm sure someone will present it to her .'''

'' He laughed as I stood there crying. 'What do you require ?''' I asked. ``

'' He smiled at me .'I just want what every man wants ,'he said. Then he pointed down at his genitalia. His fly was unzipped and his polla was hanging out. 'Strip !'he yelled. 'And make me well-chosen or your brothers can see your au naturel ass pictures when they finally get back to your sorry ass settlement .'''

Judy stood silently listening to her fib. Madonna was now weeping heavily and choking out her wrangle. `` I have become his esclava - slave. He uses me however he wants. The tv camera in his office take picture. Each clip is spoilt than the last. So that he would n't prove my Greenwich Village the motion picture of me naked, I suckled his polla. So that he would n't show the picture of that, I allowed him to have a go at it me. So that he would n't show the video of that to my family, I let him fuck my anus. Now he does whatever he wants. You can not help your admirer. She will soon be his esclava intimate like I am. Mr. Swanson is el Diablo Senor. He is much, much too powerful. You can not help her. She is lost ... like I am. ``

'' I have power, too, '' answered Judy. She keyed her radio receiver and spoke, `` opus is slightly light, but within tolerances. I recommend cutting the line speed to one half for the rest of the shift to prevent powdering. ``

'' Acknowledged, '' came the reply. `` Remember to make the proper notation on the production agenda. ``

Judy smiled up at Mary. `` Now you can keep up with your production quota without a problem. Tomorrow, as soon as Mr Swanson calls Sara to his function, I want you to page me. Do n't call off me, page me and say, 'Reminder to Judy that a follow up sampling is needed on A-43 .'Say it just like that, OK ? I am not the only one who will hear it. I also have powerful supporter, Calophyllum longifolium. You will be safe after tomorrow. ``

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CHAPTER THREE
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Judy hurried back to her lab and called Julie and Joan to let them know what she had learned. Julie said that she would go down to IT and see if she could talk Jeff, the in-house nerd, into pulling up the surety photographic camera feeds from the supervisory program 's office in Sara 's area.

When she explained to Jeff that she needed to see what was going on in that federal agency, he shrugged his shoulders and replied, `` I would love to help oneself you, but I would need a good admission password to spread the security video channels, and they do n't give those out to low-level technical school like me. '' He then type something into his keyboard and moved aside slightly to show her a certificate sign-in screen that said in boldface letter, `` executive program story Password Required. ``

'' Let 's try my password, '' answered Julie as she moved Jeff over slightly so that she could get into her password on his keyboard. `` My aunt gave me three 'nevers'when she set up my countersign. Never forget it ; never change it ; and never designate it to anyone. ``

The concealment flickered slightly and a carte appeared listing all of the security system camera in the stallion plant, including the role and security bureau areas. `` Wow ! '' exclaimed Jeff. `` Who do you know to get that kind of parole ? ``

'' It 's kind of complicated, '' answered Julie, `` but I think it was a mistake. ``

Jeff selected the camera labeled `` Office - Production Area A, '' and an range appeared on the screen. It was Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson working at his desk. No one else was in the office.

'' That ca n't be proper, '' said Julie. `` I know Sara is in there. ``

'' That 's what the computer is recording, '' responded Jeff. `` All of the security system cameras record to a especial cause that uploads nightly to offsite entrepot. It was all set up by the security company and ca n't be tampered with. See, there is even a little time impression in the turning point of the image that the estimator puts on the picture as it records. ``

Jeff held his hand so that he was pointing to the corner of the screen. He and Julie watched as the time postage stamp slowly counted out the minute and mo. `` Wait a minute, '' Jeff suddenly said. `` Something is hinky here. ``

'' What do you mean ? '' asked Julie.

'' See that machine in the ground ? The one just outside the office window ? ``

Julie leaned in close and nodded her drumhead yes.

'' That is one of the new automatic bagger. I computer programme them. All the operator has to do is put the bag on the chute. The machine fills, congregation, sews and then stacks the bag on a palette for shipping. It even rotates the palette a tail turn of events after each bag. That machine is running continuously. It should be stopping every 40 bags to set aside a rhytidoplasty wheeler dealer to change pallets."

He squinted carefully at the screen. `` And the stature of the stack on the pallet is n't changing. ``

He studied the image on his proctor for several proceedings. `` This is a looped image ! '' he suddenly shouted. See how that bag suddenly disappears and reappears about every four minutes ? ``

'' Is there any way to see the real video ? '' asked Julie.

'' I would need entree to the raw video recording feed, '' answered Jeff. `` And that ai n't gon na happen because the entirely way I could do that is if I had the override code. ``

'' What 's an reverse code ? ``

'' It 's a sixteen finger's breadth number that is built into the radical operating system of the data processor. If you have it, you can override any and all passwords and special limitation from command prompt. But only the really big political boss even know it exists, and no one except the CEO and the chief programmer know it. ``

'' Is there any former way ? ``

'' Well, if you have a master copy password, you can use the overide key. That is the first four digit of the code. With a passe-partout password and the override key, the computer generates the rest of the code using a Fibonacci algorithm. But even with a master countersign, without the override key Fibonacci commencement chronological succession there is no way I could do anything. You do n't happen to cognise the OKFib, do you ? ``

'' 3839 '' blurted Julie.

'' What ! '' yelled Jeff.

'' My password is OKFIB3839, '' yelled back Julie. I thought it was just a unearthly word that was comfortable to remember. Try 3839. ``

Jeff typed several commands on his keyboard and then muttered, `` Oh my God. I 'm in at base command level. '' He typed several statement into his cabinet and then turned to Julie.

'' The pilot TV is going into several hidden brochure. There are a lot of videos stored there, including the loop-the-loop that is replacing the camera feed. They have special passwords and look like they can be accessed only from one intimate and three external links. ''

He clicked on one of the leaflet and then turned to Julie with a appalled expression on his face. `` I do n't think you really want to see this, '' he said softly.

'' Yes, I do, '' answered Julie firmly. `` Sara is my acquaintance and she is in some form of very serious trouble. ``

Jeff moved away from the monitor so Julie could see the image as the video played on the screen. Sara was naked and lying across Mr. Swanson 's desk as he thrust into her upturned ass. `` That 's sufficiency, '' said Julie. Can you copy those single file off onto something for me ? ``

'' Normally I would say'No, the scheme wo n't let me .'But with your trick password I think anything is possible. pass on me one of those lowly cases over there. ``

A few minute later, Julie placed the small transportation drive in her purse. Before returning to her lab, she used the phone on Jeff 's desk to call her father. After a few tranquillize words, she handed the telephone set to Jeff and said, `` He wants to blab out to you. He said you would involve the master OKFIB for the companywide meshing to do what he wants you to do. He asked me if I thought I could entrust you. I told him that I did. Do n't let down me. He said he needs to share some early password and name and address with you that no one else can ever have intercourse. ``

Jeff 's optic were very wide as Julie handed him the telephone set and turned and left the office to retrovert to her lab.

Later that evening, The Three J's called Sara into the TV room. Joan 's electronic computer was set up to display on the large cover. `` There is something we have to show you, '' said Joan softly. She put her hand on Sara 's shoulder and guided her to one of the big, indulgent chair that sat in front of the TV and then sat on the arm alongside her. Sara wept quietly as the TV began with her entering Mr. Swanson 's office and removing her clothing. She folded each piece carefully and laid it on the table next to the room access. She was not wearing any underclothing, but that was not unusual for her. What was unusual was that her ass face were mottled with wale and old bruises.

Mr. Swanson pointed to his crotch and she walked over to his desk and knelt between his legs. Unzipping his gasp, she freed his somewhat large prick, which was totally gimp and flaccid. She took it into her mouthpiece and soon it was pie-eyed and gear up. He slapped her on the top of her oral sex and she got up and leaned over the desk and presented her ass to him.

Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson stood up and moved between her stage. There was no strait, but her scream was obvious as he thrust suddenly and deeply into her ass and immediately began pumping. He did n't close hanker, but to Sara it must have seemed like an infinity. Finally he finished and withdrew his now limp asshole from her ass. He reached over to his desk and pressed a push on a small remote. Suddenly there was sound in the video.

Mr. Swanson 's voiced boomed out of the television. `` I 'll charge per unit you a seven for today, cunt. '' He smiled coldly at her and then looked up and smiled at the camera. `` You know what that means, do n't you ? ``

'' Yes, Mr. Gloria Swanson, '' answered Sara. `` It means three with your smash. ``

'' Maybe you will eventually work your way up to a ten and you will be able to go back to the floor without any punishment .... '' He smiled again and added with a sneer, `` ... but I doubt that. ``

Sara again took her place leaning over the desk. Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson removed the belt from his pant and doubled it in his hands. `` Count them ! '' he barked as he brought his arm up above his head.

A tremendous `` Crack ! '' echoed from the television speakers, followed by Sara 's choked and trembling vocalisation, `` One. ``

Another `` Crack ! '' was followed shortly by `` Two. ``

'' Crack ! ``

'' Three. ``

'' You can go back to the floor now. commend what happens if you tell anyone about this ! ``

Sara slowly picked up her clothes from the table and dressed herself. Then moving carefully as if in pain, she left the office. The video ended shortly thereafter.

Joan cradled Sara in her arms as she sobbed and wept for many minutes. When her rallying cry began to lessen, Joan said softly, `` Sara, we know that he used Maria 's crony to threaten her and sustain her quiet. What is he using to see to it you ? ``

'' He knows all about all of us .... everything ... our unanimous lives. He has access to our college records. He has access to our credit reports. He even has access to your parent 's tax disc. I do n't care about me, but if I do n't do everything he asks, he will destroy The 3 J's, and your families. ``

Sara stood up and faced The Three J's. `` He has very powerful Friend. He can change your school day records. He can change your parent 's tax records. He can even wipe out any criminal record that you were ever born. I could n't tell you. He said that if I did, he would ring his friends and it would all be over. He also said that if anything happened to him, his very muscular friends would avenge against you. ``

'' The Three J's have some powerful friends, too, Sara. Tomorrow, when he calls you into his place, Maria will apprize Julie and she will call Judy and me. We should be there by the sentence you have to go in, but if we 're not, when you go into his spot, just stand by the doorway. Do n't take off your article of clothing, and do n't say anything to him unless you absolutely have to. Let The deuce-ace J's deal this. ``

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CHAPTER FOUR
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The next day, shortly after lunch, Mr. Swanson walked out onto the output story and told Sara to fare to his place in XV minute of arc. He continued to see her through the authority windows after he got back to his office as she stacked some special bags alongside the auto so mare could deal over.

What he did not notice was Maria picking up the base speech sound. She pressed *19 for a plant-wide Thomas Nelson Page and throughout the entire facility, a squawky message came over the speakers, `` monitor to Judy that a come after up sampling is needed on A-43. ``

As Sara entered Mr. Gloria Swanson 's office, Julie, Judy and Joan followed her in.

'' What is this ? '' sputtered Mr. Swanson. I did n't call for you three. Go back to your line of work. If Sara has said anything to you, then you know that I have very powerful friends and am not to be messed with. ``

'' To use an expression of my father 's, '' began Judy, `` You pissed up the wrong tree this metre. ``

'' You 're the tree diagram I will piss on, '' he said with a sneer, looking directly as Sara.

Julie took a small notebook computer from her air hole. `` Dr. Henry Walcott, professor of Psychology ... Dismissed for abusing female person pupil under the pretence of inquiry into submissive deportment. ''

She closed the notebook. `` You were very good at detecting subservient personalities and exploiting them, Dr. Walcott. The university wanted to restrain everything hushed, so you pled guilty and take over mandatory counsel and group therapy. But seven months after you started therapy, suddenly all disc of your offense ... and of your life history disappeared ... So did you. Two other penis of your therapy chemical group disappeared at the same metre - two brothers who were expert cyberpunk with a weakness for kiddie pornography. Their records also disappeared with them. ``

Mr Swanson - Henry Walcott - picked up his phone. `` I warned you not to try anything. I guess I have to let my admirer know what is happening. ``

He punched respective push on the phone. Nothing happened.

'' You are correct, Dr. Walcott, '' said Judy softly. `` Sara is a very submissive personality. '' Her voice became harsher and louder as she added, `` But she is our submissive ... The deuce-ace J's and an S. She is our submissive ! She trusts us, and we protect her ! And The Three J's are NOT subservient ! ! ! ``

H stared at her with an expression that combined anger and contempt. Julie took over and uphold where Judy had left off, `` ... And we have much more sinewy ally than you have. ``

As if to punctuate her remarks, the plant-wide paging organization boomed out. `` This is Mrs. Harriet baby-walker, the plant super. All doer are to leave the industrial plant quickly and in good guild. You have time to stop by the changing rooms, but do not arrest to shower down. We have a office in the cooling system of rules that could become dangerous in a few 60 minutes and are evacuating the plant before beginning resort. All employees will be paid for the integral shift key. ``

Henry stared out the office windows as all machines came to a halt and proletarian started filing to the loss. `` That was my aunt, '' explained Julie.

Henry attempted to say something, but his mouth merely opened and closed like a fish flopping on the dock. Julie smiled and continued, `` My father is CEO of the parent tummy that owns perfect favorite. ``

'' And my father is majority inventory holder, '' added Judy.

'' Mine is Chief Legal military officer, '' said Joan.

Julie stepped in figurehead of him. `` Jeff in IT back-tracked all access code to your picayune videos. Brian and billy goat got a visit from homeland security early this morning. They thought it was good to access the plant network directly rather than through all the placeholder they use for hacking. They are very near cyberpunk. They can get into anywhere, even heavily-secured government activity systems. It seems that the FBI and mother country Security have been trying for calendar month to reckon out who was hacking into the Pentagon and IRS computer arrangement, but the transport way were too well concealed. However, once they had the black net URLS and hidden IP addresses that Jeff tracked down, it all fell into place. I think Billy and Brian's new address will be an undisclosed secure prison fix with no windowpane and no computer entree - except what the government activity might want them to experience .'''

Judy reached over and turned Patrick Henry 's chairperson so that he was facing her. `` That chief at Plant turn 16 in Guadalajara who was supplying selective information on the Hispanic working here was arrested by Mexican dominance this forenoon. He made the mistake of trying to run. They do n't charter that very well down there. He will probably populate, but it will be a long sentence before he ever sees the sun again. ``

Joan spun his chair another quarter tour. `` And that senatorial aide-de-camp who took care of things for you in Washington ... he lost control of his car on the ringway this morning and died in the ensue accident. That was n't really theatrical role of dad 's architectural plan, but you can never tell how far politicians will go to avoid a really nasty scandal. ``

Sara turned his chair back so that he was facing her. `` Strip ! '' she said.

When Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson / Walcott did n't move, she walked over to the doorway and opened it. maria and two former womanhood walked in. They were followed by eight magnanimous, angry-looking Mexican men.

Sara spoke again, `` You know mare and Sofie and Carmen. I do n't recollect you have met their pal. I said, 'Strip !'''

Henry stood and fumbled with his habiliment with shaking hands.

Sara walked over to henry 's desk, removed her slacks and sat down in his chair. She pointed at her crotch and said, `` Let 's see how honorable a job you can do. '' She then scooted down and spread her legs to expose her pussy.

H looked around the room and started to step towards the door, but it was blocked by the eight brothers. Defeated, he sank to his human knee and nuzzled into Sara 's waiting slit. After a few here and now, she began to moan softly and grabbed his head to pull him tighter into her fork. Soon she was using his hair's-breadth to rip his fount across her clit. Finally, she squeezed tightly with her second joint and held his head tightly between her legs with her hands. After a few minute, he began to sputter for air. A few minutes later, he began to go limp. Sara released him and he dropped to the floor gasping for breath.

maria stepped forward. She was still fully clothed, but now had a strap-on suspension in battlefront of her. `` I think you know the position, '' she said in her heavily accented English.

Again henry looked for possible escape, but again, he recognized the hopelessness of his place. He leaned over the sharpness of his own desk as Calophyllum longifolium stepped between his peg and thrust forward with the hard, charge plate peg. Had there been anyone left in the plant to hear him, everyone would ingest heard his scream. As it was, the security guards at the gates vaguely heard something, but they had been instructed to brush aside anything and everything unless they were called into the plant by someone with the right offer phrase.

Eventually, Henry 's screaming and cries subsided and Maria stopped her onslaught on his ass.

'' I give you a cypher for that, '' muttered Maria and she spat on his back.

'' I would pace you at one-half, '' added Sara, so the average is still cypher. `` You know what that means, do n't you, Mr. Whatever-your-name-is ? ``

H remained silent.

'' I said, 'You know what that means, do n't you ?''' yelled Sara.

'' It means ten swats with the bash, '' he answered weakly.

'' That 's exactly what it means, '' answered Sara. `` But since I do n't think I could swing hard enough and neither could Maria, we are going to let the brothers handle this. By the way, special exemption paperwork was filed overnight. They are all now effectual with valid light-green cards. ``

Two of the expectant Mexican men came over and forced Henry 's chest onto the desk. One of the others slipped off his knock and doubled it up in his hand.

'' They 've seen the videos, '' said Joan, `` so they know how it is supposed to be done. ``

There was a loud `` Crack ! '' and a sidesplitter from Henry.

Nine More whirl echoed through the room, each was followed by a long scream from the former base supervisor. When the first brother was finished, he took the shoes of one of the men holding henry down on the desk.

Ten more snap echoed through the room. Again, each was followed by screams.

Each of the buddy took their turn with the bash. After the quartern brother, there were no more screams, just humble whimpers. After the last sidekick was finished, the three Mexican women and their chum left the office.

Julie lifted Henry 's head from the desk and spoke directly to him. `` You have 48 hours to reverse yourself into the constabulary under your own, dependable name. If you do not, we will chance you, and we will deliver you to Calophyllum longifolium 's Greenwich Village in Mexico. I think they will be gladiolus to see you. ``

Judy continued the instructions, `` If you attempt to tell anyone what has happened to you here today, your records will be changed to indicate that you are a convicted pedophile who has escaped from prison ..., and you know what will materialize to you when they take you back inside. ``

Henry 's centre were wide with fearfulness as Joan finished with, `` Your bank score are empty. Your car is officially listed as stolen. Your house has been foreclosed and cleaned out. There is no place you can run that we can not find you. ``

Henry rolled off the desk and lay face up on the office floor. Looking down at him, Sara suddenly had a very odd smile on her nerve. She stood up and walked over to where Henry lay. Standing over him with one foot on either position of his face, she let unloose with a flowage of urine which she swept up and down his body by rocking her pelvis back and forth. She then looked down and him and said in a slightly sing- Sung vocalization, `` Who pissed on who now ? ``

As she picked up her slacks to dress, she turned back to grimace him and added, `` Julie 's rightfield. You definitely pissed up the wrong Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree when you took on The Three J's and an S. ''

Joan looked down at him and gave one concluding instruction. `` You have five second to be out of the plant life or the security guards will call for you down as an armed and dangerous interloper. I think you know what company policy is in that circumstance. ``

Julie and Judy then said together, `` Leave ! Now ! While you still can ! ``

Grabbing his clothing from the floor around him, he staggered slowly out of the office.

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The residuum of the summer was relatively uneventful. After a lot of conversation, a lot of attender loving care and even some not-so-tender but still loving fundamental interaction with Joan, Sara was soon back to being her rule bubbly, naked self. A week after Mr Swanson / Dr Walcott turned himself into the law, there was a `` family meeting '' with The Three J's and their parents along with Sara and her mother.

'' We were n't surely what was going on in the industrial plant, '' began Julie 's dad. `` But we knew that something was terribly wrong. We arranged for Julie to have a master word in hopes that you might stumble across something and let us know. We really did n't expect you to plow it so well more or less on your own. ``

'' It was n't exactly on our own, '' answered Joan. `` After we contacted you, you pulled a lot of strings behind the panorama to make affair bump. We just dealt with Mr. Whatever-his-name- really-was. ``

'' Someday, you will accept the strings tied to you, '' said her father. `` And Sara, you now know that you have to entrust Joan and the other Js. They will help you regardless of what anyone else says or threatens. With our funding, they have the power to act ... and they know how to use that power. ``

He set his paw on Sara 's shoulder and looked directly into her eyes as he added, `` Someday people will mouth in awe of The Three J's and their loyal S. Just do n't let it go to your head before you finish college. ``

Turning to face Joan, Julie and Judy, he finished with, `` You all have another yr of undergraduate, and there are some punishing years yet to go before you get your doctorate. I am sure you have many adventure yet to get along. ``

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