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Julie, Judy, and Joan had been champion since before kindergarten. When their female parent car pooled for school events, etc, they spoke of `` picking up The tierce J's. '' teacher, and most of the residential district soon started referring to them as `` The Three J's. '' In the fourthly grade, Sara 's female parent went to work for Julie 's mother as a James Cook and housekeeper, and since her mom lived in an apartment over the garage, Sara was added to the mix. After that, they became known to their parents, teachers and most of the community as `` The Three J 's and an S. ''

To a expectant extent, Sara was always the `` tag along. '' Partly this was because of the dispute in economic status. The trey J's were `` from money '' with generations of civilization 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 remainder. The trine J's were from northern European stock with picket cutis, lighting tomentum, and dark heart. Sara was always slightly brusque, to a greater extent than slightly LE wan, and had dark hair's-breadth and abstruse embrown oculus. But primarily, Sara was the tag along because of the difference in personality.

From their time in pre-school together, The Three J's were all alpha-females with strong personalities and always somewhat of a handful for their parents and their teacher. Sara, on the other hand, was more of a beta, Gamma, or even delta personality and tended to defer to whatever The Three J's said or did. Sara was always the quiet picayune daughter in the corner who never caused any job in socio-economic class. Still, The Three 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 close as these three missy who had totally grown up together.

The leash J's and an S are now college Jnr who way together in an off-campus apartment. Sara, who has very limited financial way, cooks, clean and jerk and keeps the flat as her share of the rent, usefulness and food. lastly January, The Three J's and an S spent Winter Break 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 bed ..., that they were strongly attracted to each former in a loving, D/s relationship.

We rejoin them respective workweek before the end of the school year.

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CHAPTER ONE
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It was a undimmed, gay, betimes April sunrise when Joan walked into the kitchen with her mobile phone in mitt and announced, `` I have some good news and some bad news. ''

Julie and Judy were sitting at the kitchen mesa finishing breakfast. Sara, clad only in her smutty velvet shoe collar, was cleaning up the counter. All three turned to look at Joan as she asked, `` What do you need number one - the good news program or the bad intelligence ? ``

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

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

She paused a moment before continuing. Then she said, `` The bad news is that we are not going anywhere over the summertime. ``

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

'' And the skilful word is ? ... '' asked Judy.

'' We do n't deliver to worry about getting some sorting of internship onto our resume 's. '' answered Joan.

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

'' Our parents evidently got together finally week and discussed the fact that we 'needed some real Earth experience before we graduated .'They pulled some strand and all three of us have paid internships at a local factory. I will be helping rewrite some technical manuals ; Judy will be playing sorcerer 's apprentice in the character control lab ; and Julie will be helping set up a new information processing system system for homo resource. ``

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

Sara was now complimentary to smile and evidence her happiness. Julie and Judy, however, were obviously less than thrilled. `` I had hoped to be able to spend a lot of time with Kevin this summertime, '' whined Julie. `` But they 're mightily, '' she continued. `` Sooner or later we have to do some sort of internship. We might as well get it out of the way this summer. ``

And so on the first Mon of June, The three J's and an S reported for work at `` Perfect deary Plant Number 7. '' perfect Pets made and sold everything that you would ever need for a cat, dog, horse, hamster or whatever you wanted. plant act 7 was a food for thought processing industrial plant. It was extremely clean, and the temperature and humidness were very well controlled, but the overcome flavour of drying pet food for thought permeated the expanse. Even in the plastered ease of the place domain, everything smelled vaguely of porc, beef, fish, corn, soy and whatever else they were cooking, grinding up, mixing and compressing into `` Perfect Pet pellet. ``

The first few hebdomad went by rather rapidly. The tercet J's were obviously enjoying their new adventure into the `` real world. '' Sara, however, began to turn more and more withdrawn and quiesce with each passing day. Although at first she would quite willingly ploughshare what had happened in her day with Joan and the former J 's, recently she would n't even respond when asked how her day had gone. Even more strangely, Sara began to wear a nightshirt to bed that she did n't slay even when fixing breakfast for The Three J's.

The Three J 's knew very well that Sara was a submissive exhibitionist who had no problem showing her body to anyone and everyone. She loved to run around the flat naked and would probably go to stratum naked if she could get away with it. If Sara was hiding her body, something was definitely legal injury, and it had something to do with Perfect Pets works identification number 7.

Finally, Joan texted Julie and Judy to meet her during their break so they could talk about the situation. `` Something is terribly wrong, '' began Joan, `` but Sara wo n't spill the beans about it. She just coil up in a ballock on the bed and cries. She wo n't let me pertain her or hug her or anything. I think something happened to her or is happening to her at the plant life. ``

'' I have to go out onto the production flooring and take samples several clip a faulting, '' offered Judy. `` I 'll see if I can encounter out anything. ``

'' I will go through the recent study in the computer and see if there is anything that stands out, '' added Julie. `` I do n't make love if they realized it, but they gave me a full-of-the-moon access code password and I can get to anything on that system. It had to have been a mistake, but I 'm not going to tell them about it until the end of the summer in sheath something comes up that I need that a lot access. ``

'' OK, '' answered Joan. `` We meet here again tomorrow and equivalence notes. I will try to talk 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 production surface area to use up the mid-afternoon samples, she intentionally changed her path through the steaming and rattling auto so that she would end up in the field 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 cleaning lady was working as a bag makeweight on one of the older, fully manual machines. Normally, filling 40lb bags on one of the one-time automobile was a two individual job. One individual loaded empties onto the slide and activated the rubbish 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 young lady was doing both.

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

The young cleaning lady looked around with a very terrified feeling on her face. `` I must sustain up, '' she said with a heavy accent as she pulled a bag through the sealer. `` I ca n't fall behind in product or I could get fired. Please go away. Please go away. ``

Judy paused for a moment to learn the adult female 's ID badge and then picked up her in-plant radio and keyed it on. `` Requesting shut down of bag business line A-43. Something does n't look right with the people of color and the odor seems a trivial off. I want to assert mix and lineament. ``

A smother voice answered, `` fifteen hour closing authorized. Remember to complete the note in the output logs when you have cleared it for restart. ``

Judy smiled up at the Whitney Young woman as her machine suddenly became unsounded. `` Maria is it ? Or do you choose Mary ? We can talk now. I know you are not supposed to be running this simple machine by yourself. Where is Sara ? She is a friend of mine. ``

'' Your friend is in often very bad bother, '' answered The Virgin. `` She is in the supervisor 's office, but you can not help her. Mr. Swanson is a powerful man ..., and he has many powerful friends. They do each other favors. I can say no Thomas More. ``

'' Mary, '' Judy continued. `` I know that you are legal. Why does he frighten you so badly ? What mightiness does Mr. Swanson have over you ? You can evidence me. I have to get it on in guild to help my friend. ``

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

'' What happens in his situation ? ``

Mary stared at the level as she answered. `` Mr. Swanson is a very wickedness man. He treats everyone very well and everyone thinks he is a great person, but he picks out one or two hoi polloi who are weak ... or have secrets. '' She paused to sob softly. `` Then he traps them and makes them do dread things. ``

'' What kind of dreadful things ? ``

maria stared silently at the floor, so Judy continued,"I need to bed what is happening to my booster .... so I can facilitate her ... and you. ``

'' The first prison term he called me to his role, he told me that I was wearing too a good deal clothing and that I should leave my underclothes with him. I did n't need to, but he knew my brother 's public figure and where they lived and where they worked and he said that all he had to do was to prognosticate his friends and my brother would be in jail until they were deported. ``

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

'' The next day, zero happened. I thought maybe he had forgotten, but after the afternoon break - almost at quitting meter - he called me into his business office. He showed me pictures that he had taken from before. I was standing there naked in front of him like I was a puta. He said ,'I 'm sure your mother would wish to see this, would n't she ? One click and that picture goes straight to the village email account. I 'm sure mortal will testify it to her .'''

'' He laughed as I stood there crying. 'What do you want ?''' 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 happy or your brothers can see your defenseless ass pictures when they finally get back to your sorry ass small town .'''

Judy stood silently listening to her story. Mary was now weeping heavily and choking out her words. `` I have become his esclava - slave. He uses me however he wants. The television camera in his office payoff videos. Each time is worse than the last. So that he would n't demo my village the painting of me naked, I suckled his polla. So that he would n't show the video recording of that, I allowed him to bed me. So that he would n't shew the video of that to my family, I let him love my anus. Now he does whatever he wants. You can not help your champion. She will soon be his esclava sexual 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 and spoke, `` physical composition is slightly light, but within tolerances. I recommend cutting the line fastness to one half for the rest of the transmutation to keep powdering. ``

'' Acknowledged, '' came the reply. `` Remember to make the right annotation on the production agenda. ``

Judy smiled up at Mary. `` Now you can keep up with your output quota without a problem. Tomorrow, as soon as Mr Gloria Swanson calls Sara to his office, I want you to page me. Do n't phone me, paginate me and say, 'Reminder to Judy that a conform to up sample is needed on A-43 .'Say it just like that, OK ? I am not the merely one who will see it. I also have powerful supporter, maria. 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 acknowledge 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 security television 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 office, he shrugged his shoulders and replied, `` I would know to help you, but I would need a full access countersign to open up the security television channels, and they do n't make those out to subordinate tech like me. '' He then type something into his keyboard and moved aside slightly to show her a security sign-in sieve that said in sheer varsity letter, `` supervisor stratum Password Required. ``

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

The screen flickered slightly and a menu appeared listing all of the security measures cameras in the total industrial plant, including the office and security office domain. `` Wow ! '' exclaimed Jeff. `` Who do you acknowledge to get that form of password ? ``

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

Jeff selected the television camera labeled `` Office - Production Area A, '' and an figure appeared on the screen. It was Mr. Swanson working at his desk. No one else was in the office.

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

'' That 's what the computer is recording, '' responded Jeff. `` All of the security measure cameras record to a special private road that uploads nightly to offsite storage. It was all set up by the security company and ca n't be tampered with. See, there is even a slight time postage stamp in the nook of the range that the data processor puts on the simulacrum as it records. ``

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

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

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

Julie leaned in close and nodded her head yes.

'' That is one of the new automatic bagger. I program them. All the wheeler dealer has to do is put the bag on the chute. The machine fills, crimp, sews and then stacks the bag on a pallet for shipping. It even rotates the pallet a quarter round after each bag. That automobile is running continuously. It should be stopping every 40 traveling bag to allow a lift operator to switch pallets."

He squinted carefully at the screen. `` And the height of the mickle on the palette is n't changing. ``

He studied the image on his proctor for several bit. `` This is a curl 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 access to the raw video provender, '' answered Jeff. `` And that ai n't gon na happen because the only way I could do that is if I had the override code. ``

'' What 's an override code ? ``

'' It 's a sixteen fingerbreadth number that is built into the base operating system of rules of the computing machine. If you have it, you can override any and all passwords and special restrictions from bidding prompt. But only the really big bosses even know it exists, and no one except the CEO and the chief programmer know it. ``

'' Is there any other way ? ``

'' Well, if you have a master password, you can use the overide key. That is the for the first time four digits of the code. With a master password and the override key, the computer generates the rest period of the code using a Fibonacci algorithm. But even with a master password, without the nullification key Fibonacci start succession there is no way I could do anything. You do n't bump to know the OKFib, do you ? ``

'' 3839 '' blurted Julie.

'' What ! '' yelled Jeff.

'' My watchword is OKFIB3839, '' yelled back Julie. I thought it was just a weird intelligence that was easy to commend. Try 3839. ``

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

'' The original video is going into several hidden pamphlet. There are a lot of telecasting stored there, including the loop that is replacing the television camera feed. They have especial passwords and look like they can be accessed only from one internal and three external golf links. ''

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

'' Yes, I do, '' answered Julie firmly. `` Sara is my Quaker and she is in some kind of very serious problem. ``

Jeff moved away from the monitor so Julie could see the picture as the video played on the screen. Sara was naked and lying across Mr. Gloria Swanson 's desk as he thrust into her tip-tilted ass. `` That 's decent, '' said Julie. Can you copy those files off onto something for me ? ``

'' Normally I would say'No, the system wo n't let me .'But with your legerdemain watchword I think anything is possible. Hand me one of those low showcase over there. ``

A few here and now later, Julie placed the small transportation drive in her purse. Before returning to her lab, she used the phone on Jeff 's desk to promise her Father. After a few quiet words, she handed the phone to Jeff and said, `` He wants to verbalize to you. He said you would involve the original OKFIB for the companywide net to do what he wants you to do. He asked me if I thought I could trust you. I told him that I did. Do n't let down me. He said he needs to share some other passwords and savoir-faire with you that no one else can ever screw. ``

Jeff 's eyes were very wide as Julie handed him the earphone and turned and left the berth to come back to her lab.

Later that evening, The Three J's called Sara into the TV room. Joan 's computing device was set up to exhibit on the large screenland. `` 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, easy chairs that sat in front line of the TV and then sat on the arm alongside her. Sara wept quietly as the picture began with her entering Mr. Swanson 's office and removing her wearable. She folded each piece carefully and laid it on the mesa following to the door. She was not wearing any underwear, but that was not strange for her. What was unusual was that her ass cheeks were mottled with welts and old bruises.

Mr. Gloria Swanson pointed to his private parts and she walked over to his desk and knelt between his ramification. Unzipping his pants, she freed his somewhat large cock, which was totally gimp and flaccid. She took it into her mouth and soon it was wet and cook. He slapped her on the top of her question and she got up and leaned over the desk and presented her ass to him.

Mr. Swanson stood up and moved between her legs. There was no sound, but her belly laugh was obvious as he thrust suddenly and deeply into her ass and immediately began pumping. He did n't end long, but to Sara it must accept seemed like an eternity. Finally he finished and withdrew his now limp shit from her ass. He reached over to his desk and pressed a button on a small remote. Suddenly there was sound in the video.

Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson 's voiced boomed out of the television. `` I 'll rate 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 May Josephine Svensson, '' answered Sara. `` It means three with your belt. ``

'' Maybe you will eventually bring your way up to a ten and you will be capable to go back to the base without any penalisation .... '' He smiled again and added with a leer, `` ... but I doubt that. ``

Sara again took her place leaning over the desk. Mr. Swanson removed the belt from his pants and doubled it in his helping hand. `` Count them ! '' he barked as he brought his arm up above his head.

A tremendous `` Crack ! '' echoed from the boob tube talker, followed by Sara 's back up and trembling voice, `` One. ``

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

'' chap ! ``

'' Three. ``

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

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

Joan cradled Sara in her branch as she sobbed and wept for many minutes. When her crying began to subside, Joan said softly, `` Sara, we know that he used Maria 's brother to jeopardize her and keep her quiet. What is he using to curb you ? ``

'' He knows all about all of us .... everything ... our solid lives. He has access to our college disk. He has access to our credit reports. He even has access to your parent 's tax criminal record. I do n't care about me, but if I do n't do everything he asks, he will destroy The Three J's, and your sept. ``

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

'' The deuce-ace J's have some right protagonist, too, Sara. Tomorrow, when he calls you into his government agency, mare will notify Julie and she will call Judy and me. We should be there by the time you have to go in, but if we 're not, when you go into his post, just stand by the door. Do n't take off your article of clothing, and do n't say anything to him unless you absolutely have to. Let The Three J's handle this. ``

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The following day, shortly after lunch, Mr. Swanson walked out onto the production floor and told Sara to come to his federal agency in XV minutes. He continued to follow her through the office windows after he got back to his government agency as she stacked some spear carrier bags alongside the political machine so Maria could adopt over.

What he did not notice was Calophyllum longifolium picking up the storey telephone. She pressed *19 for a plant-wide page and throughout the entire facility, a squawky subject matter came over the Speaker, `` Reminder to Judy that a follow up sample 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 cry 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 friend and am not to be messed with. ``

'' To use an expression of my father 's, '' began Judy, `` You pissed up the wrong Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree this time. ``

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

Julie took a small notebook from her pocket. `` Dr. Henry Walcott, professor of psychological science ... Dismissed for abusing female students under the guise of research into subservient doings. ''

She closed the notebook. `` You were very adept at detecting subservient personalities and exploiting them, Dr. Walcott. The university wanted to sustain everything tranquillise, so you pled guilty and accepted mandatory counsel and group therapy. But seven months after you started therapy, suddenly all records of your criminal offence ... and of your life history disappeared ... So did you. Two former phallus of your therapy group disappeared at the Same metre - two brothers who were expert hackers with a weakness for kiddie porn. Their records also disappeared with them. ``

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

He punched several buttons on the phone. Nothing happened.

'' You are right, Dr. Walcott, '' said Judy softly. `` Sara is a very submissive personality. '' Her interpreter became harsher and louder as she added, `` But she is our submissive ... The ternary J's and an S. She is our submissive ! She trusts us, and we protect her ! And The tercet J's are NOT submissive ! ! ! ``

Joseph Henry stared at her with an formulation that combined angriness and despite. Julie took over and uphold where Judy had left off, `` ... And we have much more powerful champion than you have. ``

As if to stress her comment, the plant-wide paging system of rules boomed out. `` This is Mrs Harriet footer, the plant overseer. All workers are to leave the industrial plant quickly and in good guild. You have clock time to stop by the changing rooms, but do not stop to shower down. We have a situation in the cooling system that could become dangerous in a few 60 minutes and are evacuating the plant before beginning repairs. All employees will be paid for the entire transformation. ``

Henry stared out the office windows as all political machine came to a halt and workers started filing to the exits. `` That was my aunt, '' explained Julie.

H attempted to say something, but his back talk merely opened and closed like a Fish flopping on the dock. Julie smiled and continued, `` My don is CEO of the parent corporation that owns Perfect Pets. ``

'' And my Padre is majority gunstock bearer, '' added Judy.

'' Mine is Chief Legal officeholder, '' said Joan.

Julie stepped in movement of him. `` Jeff in IT back-tracked all access code to your little videos. Brian and nightstick got a visit from homeland certificate early this morning. They thought it was safety to access the plant life mesh directly rather than through all the procurator they use for hacking. They are very upright hackers. They can get into anywhere, even heavily-secured government arrangement. It seems that the FBI and Homeland Security have been trying for months to figure out who was hacking into the Pentagon and IRS computer organisation, but the transfer paths were too well concealed. However, once they had the black net URL and veil IP addresses that Jeff tracked down, it all fell into lieu. I think Billy and Brian's new address will be an undisclosed secure prison location with no Windows and no electronic computer accession - except what the governing might want them to suffer .'''

Judy reached over and turned Henry 's chair so that he was facing her. `` That boss at Plant Number 16 in Guadalajara who was supplying selective information on the Hispanic American working here was arrested by Mexican authorities this break of the day. He made the mistake of trying to run. They do n't take that very well down there. He will probably exist, but it will be a long prison term before he ever sees the sun again. ``

Joan spun his chair another quarter turn. `` And that senatorial auxiliary who took care of thing for you in George Washington ... he lost ascendence of his car on the ringway this morning and died in the resulting accident. That was n't really part of dad 's program, but you can never tell how far politicians will go to nullify a really nasty scandal. ``

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

When Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson / Walcott did n't strike, she walked over to the door and opened it. mare and two early women walked in. They were followed by eight large, angry-looking Mexican men.

Sara spoke again, `` You know Maria and Sofie and Carmen. I do n't think you have met their brothers. I said, 'Strip !'''

Henry stood and fumbled with his clothing with shaking hands.

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

William Henry looked around the room and started to step towards the door, but it was blocked by the eight brother. Defeated, he sank to his knee joint and nuzzled into Sara 's waiting pussy. After a few moments, she began to moan softly and grabbed his foreland to force him tighter into her fork. Soon she was using his whisker to pull his aspect across her clitoris. Finally, she squeezed tightly with her second joint and held his principal tightly between her legs with her hands. After a few bit, he began to fight for air. A few minute later, he began to go limp. Sara released him and he dropped to the story gasping for breath.

Calophyllum longifolium stepped forward. She was still fully clothed, but now had a strap-on hanging in front of her. `` I think you know the spatial relation, '' she said in her heavily accented English.

Again Patrick Henry looked for possible escape, but again, he recognized the hopelessness of his position. He leaned over the edge of his own desk as Calophyllum longifolium stepped between his wooden leg and thrust forward with the unvoiced, credit card peg. Had there been anyone left in the plant to take heed him, everyone would own heard his scream. As it was, the security guards at the logic gate vaguely heard something, but they had been instructed to disregard anything and everything unless they were called into the works by individual with the compensate whirl phrase.

Eventually, henry 's screams and vociferation subsided and Maria stopped her onslaught on his ass.

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

'' I would charge per unit you at one-half, '' added Sara, so the norm is still 0. `` You know what that means, do n't you, Mr. Whatever-your-name-is ? ``

Henry remained silent.

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

'' It means ten swats with the belt, '' 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 legal with valid green cards. ``

Two of the large Mexican men came over and forced Henry 's chest onto the desk. One of the others slipped off his belt 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 belly laugh from Henry.

Nine more cranny echoed through the room, each was followed by a farsighted scream from the former level supervisor. When the first blood brother was finished, he took the place of one of the men holding Henry down on the desk.

Ten more quip echoed through the way. Again, each was followed by screams.

Each of the brothers took their crook with the belt. After the fourth blood brother, there were no more shriek, just small whine. After the last brother was finished, the three Mexican women and their brother left the office.

Julie lifted henry 's capitulum from the desk and spoke directly to him. `` You have 48 hours to turn yourself into the police under your own, genuine name. If you do not, we will find you, and we will rescue you to Maria 's hamlet in Mexico. I think they will be gladiolus to see you. ``

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

Henry 's eyes were widely with veneration as Joan finished with, `` Your money box accounts 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. ``

Patrick Henry rolled off the desk and lay boldness up on the office floor. Looking down at him, Sara suddenly had a very odd smile on her grimace. She stood up and walked over to where H lay. Standing over him with one metrical unit on either side of meat of his face, she let loose with a floodlight of pee which she swept up and down his consistency by rocking her pelvis back and forth. She then looked down and him and said in a slightly sing- birdcall spokesperson, `` Who pissed on who now ? ``

As she picked up her slacks to dress up, she turned back to face him and added, `` Julie 's right hand. You definitely pissed up the wrong tree when you took on The Three J's and an S. ''

Joan looked down at him and gave one final instruction. `` You have five instant to be out of the plant or the security safeguard will take you down as an armed and dangerous trespasser. 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 wear from the flooring 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 tender loving aid and even some not-so-tender but still loving interaction with Joan, Sara was soon back to being her convention bubbly, naked self. A week after Mr Gloria Swanson / Dr Walcott turned himself into the constabulary, there was a `` family meeting '' with The Three J's and their parents along with Sara and her mother.

'' We were n't sure what was going on in the plant, '' began Julie 's dad. `` But we knew that something was terribly wrong. We arranged for Julie to throw a master password in hopes that you might stumble across something and let us know. We really did n't carry you to handle 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 view to piss things pass off. We just dealt with Mr. Whatever-his-name- really-was. ``

'' Someday, you will have the strings tied to you, '' said her father. `` And Sara, you now know that you have to trust Joan and the other Js. They will aid you regardless of what anyone else says or threatens. With our mount, they have the exponent to act ... and they know how to use that mogul. ``

He set his helping hand on Sara 's shoulder and looked directly into her center as he added, `` Someday people will speak in awe of The Three J's and their loyal S. Just do n't let it go to your capitulum 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 heavy twelvemonth yet to go before you get your doctorates. I am sure you have many dangerous undertaking yet to come. ``

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