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Background Prelude
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Julie, Judy, and Joan had been friends since before kindergarten. When their female parent car pooled for schooltime events, etc, they spoke of `` picking up The Three J's. '' instructor, and virtually of the community soon started referring to them as `` The Three J's. '' In the fourth grade, Sara 's mother went to work for Julie 's mother as a 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, teacher and most of the residential area as `` The threesome J 's and an S. ''

To a great extent, Sara was always the `` tag along. '' Partly this was because of the difference in economic status. The Three J's were `` from money '' with generations of refinement and tradition. Sara was `` working course '' who cleaned up well, but remained slightly an outsider. Partly Sara was the odd one out because of physical deviation. The Three J's were from northern European line with pale pelt, light hairsbreadth, and dispirited middle. Sara was always slightly unretentive, More than slightly to a lesser extent pale, and had dark fuzz and deep embrown center. But primarily, Sara was the tag along because of the difference in personality.

From their clock 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 instructor. Sara, on the other hand, was Sir Thomas More of a Beta, gamma, or even delta personality and tended to defer to whatever The 3 J's said or did. Sara was always the quiet fiddling girlfriend in the nook who never caused any problems in class. Still, The tierce 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 girls who had totally grown up together.

The Three J's and an S are now college Juniors who elbow room together in an off-campus apartment. Sara, who has very limited financial means, James Cook, clean and jerk and keeps the apartment as her share of the rip, utilities and food. final stage January, The threesome J's and an S spent winter gaolbreak 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 weeks before the end of the shoal year.

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CHAPTER ONE
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It was a bright, sunny, early Apr dayspring when Joan walked into the kitchen with her cellphone in hand and announced, `` I have some beneficial news and some bad news. ''

Julie and Judy were sitting at the kitchen board finishing breakfast. Sara, clad only in her blacken velvet collar, was cleaning up the counter. All three turned to front at Joan as she asked, `` What do you require first - the trade good newsworthiness or the bad intelligence ? ``

'' You may as well reach us the bad news 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 moment 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 townspeople and working some sort of summer job, stood quietly behind the two girls. She did n't want to show her happiness that Joan would not be away from her at all during the summer.

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

'' We do n't give to interest about getting some sort 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 week and discussed the fact that we 'needed some real world experience before we graduated .'They pulled some string and all three of us have paid internships at a local manufacturing plant. I will be helping rewrite some technical manual ; Judy will be playing wizard 's apprentice in the quality control lab ; and Julie will be helping set up a new estimator scheme for human being imagination. ``

She then looked over at Sara. `` They thought a business internship would n't really be helpful for an primary teacher, but a well-paying job on the factory trading floor would. So, they arranged for you to be a summer surrogate on the yield line. It might be a little drilling, but it will pay twice or maybe triple what you could make at that waitress job you were looking at. ``

Sara was now relieve to smile and express her happiness. Julie and Judy, however, were obviously LE than thrilled. `` I had hoped to be able to spend a lot of time with Kevin this summer, '' whined Julie. `` But they 're right, '' 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 number one Mon of June, The Three J's and an S reported for work at `` perfect tense Pets works identification number 7. '' perfective tense positron emission tomography made and sold everything that you would ever demand for a cat, dog, horse, hamster or whatever you wanted. Plant issue 7 was a intellectual nourishment processing plant. It was extremely clean, and the temperature and humidity were very well controlled, but the overwhelming odor of drying pet food permeated the area. Even in the sealed comfort of the office domain, everything smelled vaguely of pork, beef, Pisces the Fishes, corn whiskey, soy and whatever else they were cooking, grinding up, mixing and compressing into `` Perfect Pet shot. ``

The first few weeks went by rather rapidly. The Three J's were obviously enjoying their new adventure into the `` real world. '' Sara, however, began to grow more and more withdrawn and calm with each passing day. Although at 1st she would quite willingly share what had happened in her day with Joan and the early J 's, recently she would n't even reply when asked how her day had gone. Even more strangely, Sara began to wear a nightshirt to bed that she did n't remove even when fixing breakfast for The Three J's.

The Three J 's lie with very well that Sara was a submissive exhibitionist who had no job showing her body to anyone and everyone. She loved to run around the flat nude and would probably go to class bare if she could get away with it. If Sara was hiding her soundbox, something was definitely wrong, and it had something to do with Perfect Pets Plant Number 7.

Finally, Joan texted Julie and Judy to get together her during their gaolbreak so they could talk about the situation. `` Something is terribly wrongfulness, '' began Joan, `` but Sara wo n't talk about it. She just curve up in a ball on the bed and vociferation. She wo n't let me touch her or hug her or anything. I think something happened to her or is happening to her at the works. ``

'' I have to go out onto the output floors and hire samples several times a shimmy, '' offered Judy. `` I 'll see if I can notice out anything. ``

'' I will go through the recent reports in the reckoner and see if there is anything that stands out, '' added Julie. `` I do n't cognise if they realized it, but they gave me a wax access password and I can get to anything on that system of rules. It had to get been a error, but I 'm not going to tell them about it until the end of the summer in case something comes up that I need that much access. ``

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

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CHAPTER TWO
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When Judy went out into the yield orbit to take up the mid-afternoon samples, she intentionally changed her course 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 Spanish American woman was working as a bag filler on one of the honest-to-goodness, fully manual motorcar. Normally, filling 40lb bags on one of the onetime motorcar was a two person job. One soul loaded empties onto the sloping trough and activated the wasteyard, the other pulled the bag through the sealer, which sewed the top of the bag shut, and stacked the bag on a pallet. This little girl was doing both.

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

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman looked around with a very frightened look on her look. `` I must keep up, '' she said with a heavy accent as she pulled a bag through the sealant. `` I ca n't fall down behind in production or I could get fired. Please go away. Please go away. ``

Judy paused for a moment to record the woman 's ID badge and then picked up her in-plant radio and keyed it on. `` Requesting shut down of bag line of credit A-43. Something does n't front aright with the people of color and the olfactory property seems a niggling off. I want to affirm mix and lineament. ``

A muffled vocalism answered, `` fifteen instant shutdown authorized. Remember to finish the notation in the production log when you have cleared it for restart. ``

Judy smiled up at the young woman as her motorcar suddenly became mum. `` maria is it ? Or do you opt The Virgin ? We can talk now. I know you are not supposed to be running this car by yourself. Where is Sara ? She is a ally of mine. ``

'' Your supporter is in often very bad hassle, '' answered Mary. `` She is in the supervisor 's office, but you can not help her. Mr. Swanson is a powerful man ..., and he has many powerful Quaker. They do each other party favor. I can say no More. ``

'' Madonna, '' Judy continued. `` I know that you are legal. Why does he scare you so badly ? What baron does Mr. Swanson have over you ? You can distinguish me. I have to know in order to facilitate my admirer. ``

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

'' What happens in his office ? ``

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

'' What form of unspeakable things ? ``

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

'' The first time he called me to his office, 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 want to, but he knew my brother 's names and where they lived and where they worked and he said that all he had to do was to call his protagonist 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 strip au naturel right here and hand it to me .'I did, but before he would let me put my wearing apparel back on, he made me stand there and change by reversal slowly around so that he could stare at my consistency. Finally he let me go back to work. Before I left his bureau, he said, 'Make sure there is zip under those knickers but you tomorrow. I 'm going to suss out .'''

'' The next day, nothing happened. I thought maybe he had forgotten, but after the afternoon break - almost at quitting sentence - he called me into his power. He showed me pictures that he had taken from before. I was standing there naked in forepart of him like I was a puta. He said ,'I 'm sure your female parent would like to see this, would n't she ? One click and that picture goes straight to the Greenwich Village email write up. I 'm sure mortal will show 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 genitals. His fly was unzipped and his polla was hanging out. 'Strip !'he yelled. 'And make me happy or your brothers can see your naked ass pictures when they finally get back to your sorry ass hamlet .'''

Judy stood silently listening to her news report. Mary was now weeping heavily and choking out her words. `` I have become his esclava - slave. He uses me however he wants. The cameras in his government agency take telecasting. Each fourth dimension is spoiled than the last. So that he would n't testify my village the picture of me naked, I suckled his polla. So that he would n't show the telecasting of that, I allowed him to fuck me. So that he would n't evince the TV of that to my fellowship, I let him fuck my anus. Now he does whatever he wants. You can not help your friend. She will soon be his esclava intimate like I am. Mr. Swanson is el Diablo Senor. He is much, much too muscular. You can not help her. She is lost ... like I am. ``

'' I have power, too, '' answered Judy. She keyed her wireless and spoke, `` theme is slightly calorie-free, but within tolerances. I recommend cutting the line speed to one half for the rest of the switching to prevent powdering. ``

'' Acknowledged, '' came the reply. `` Remember to construct the proper notations on the production schedules. ``

Judy smiled up at Mary. `` Now you can go along up with your output quota without a problem. Tomorrow, as soon as Mr Swanson calls Sara to his office, I want you to page me. Do n't shout me, page me and say, 'Reminder to Judy that a travel along up sample is needed on A-43 .'Say it just like that, OK ? I am not the sole one who will hear it. I also have powerful ally, maria. You will be dependable after tomorrow. ``

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CHAPTER tercet
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Judy hurried back to her lab and called Julie and Joan to let them make love what she had learned. Julie said that she would go down to IT and see if she could verbalise Jeff, the in-house nerd, into pulling up the security photographic camera feeds from the supervisor 's office in Sara 's area.

When she explained to Jeff that she needed to see what was going on in that authority, he shrugged his shoulder and replied, `` I would love to help you, but I would need a total access password to open the security TV groove, and they do n't give those out to low-level techs like me. '' He then typewrite something into his keyboard and moved aside slightly to show her a security measures sign-in screenland that said in bold letters, `` Supervisor Level Password Required. ``

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

The screen flickered slightly and a card appeared listing all of the security measures television camera in the entire plant, including the power and surety position surface area. `` Wow ! '' exclaimed Jeff. `` Who do you know to get that variety of password ? ``

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

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

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

'' That 's what the calculator is recording, '' responded Jeff. `` All of the security tv camera record to a peculiar drive that uploads nightly to offsite storage. It was all set up by the surety company and ca n't be tampered with. See, there is even a petty time stamp in the recession of the figure that the computer puts on the image as it records. ``

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

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

'' See that machine in the scope ? The one just outside the role window ? ``

Julie leaned in tightlipped and nodded her headland yes.

'' That is one of the new machine rifle packer. I program them. All the operator has to do is put the bag on the chute. The machine fills, bend, sews and then stacks the bag on a pallet for shipping. It even rotates the pallet a one-fourth turn after each bag. That machine is running continuously. It should be stopping every 40 bags to allow a lift manipulator to change pallets."

He squinted carefully at the screen. `` And the summit of the good deal on the pallet is n't changing. ``

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

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

'' I would need access to the raw picture feed, '' answered Jeff. `` And that ai n't gon na pass because the only way I could do that is if I had the override code. ``

'' What 's an overturn code ? ``

'' It 's a 16 digit number that is built into the fundament operating organisation of the computing machine. If you have it, you can reverse any and all parole and limited restrictions from command prompt. But only the really big honcho even know it exists, and no one except the CEO and the chief computer programmer know it. ``

'' Is there any other way ? ``

'' Well, if you have a schoolmaster password, you can use the overide key. That is the first gear four digits of the codification. With a master copy password and the nullification key, the information processing system generates the rest of the code using a Fibonacci algorithmic program. But even with a overlord password, without the override key Fibonacci starting time succession there is no way I could do anything. You do n't fall out to get it on the OKFib, do you ? ``

'' 3839 '' blurted Julie.

'' What ! '' yelled Jeff.

'' My password is OKFIB3839, '' yelled back Julie. I thought it was just a weird Son that was loose to remember. Try 3839. ``

Jeff typed various control on his keyboard and then muttered, `` Oh my God. I 'm in at root word command level. '' He typed several command into his console table and then turned to Julie.

'' The original video is going into several hidden booklet. There are a lot of video recording stored there, including the loop that is replacing the camera feed. They have special parole and look like they can be accessed only from one internal and three extraneous connection. ''

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

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

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

'' Normally I would say'No, the scheme wo n't let me .'But with your wizardly countersign I think anything is possible. Hand me one of those small cases over there. ``

A few moments later, Julie placed the diminished transfer private road in her pocketbook. Before returning to her lab, she used the headphone on Jeff 's desk to promise her beginner. After a few quiet words, she handed the phone to Jeff and said, `` He wants to utter to you. He said you would ask the master OKFIB for the companywide mesh 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 disappoint me. He said he needs to parcel some other passwords and addresses with you that no one else can ever know. ``

Jeff 's eyes were very wide as Julie handed him the telephone and turned and left the part to take back to her lab.

Later that evening, The 3 J's called Sara into the TV room. Joan 's computer was set up to display on the large screen. `` There is something we have to express you, '' said Joan softly. She put her hand on Sara 's shoulder and guided her to one of the big, mild chairs that sat in front of the TV and then sat on the arm alongside her. Sara wept quietly as the video 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 underwear, but that was not unusual for her. What was strange was that her ass cheek were mottled with wale and old bruises.

Mr. Swanson pointed to his crotch and she walked over to his desk and knelt between his peg. Unzipping his pants, she freed his somewhat magnanimous prick, which was totally limp and flaccid. She took it into her mouth and soon it was potent and prepare. He slapped her on the top of her head 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 leg. There was no phone, but her scream was obvious as he thrust suddenly and deeply into her ass and immediately began pumping. He did n't finis recollective, but to Sara it must have seemed like an timeless existence. Finally he finished and withdrew his now limp prick 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. Swanson '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 television camera. `` You know what that means, do n't you ? ``

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

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

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

A wonderful `` Crack ! '' echoed from the television Speaker, followed by Sara 's perish and tremble representative, `` One. ``

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

'' fracture ! ``

'' Three. ``

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

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

Joan cradled Sara in her blazonry as she sobbed and wept for many minutes. When her war cry began to subside, Joan said softly, `` Sara, we know that he used Calophyllum longifolium 's brothers to threaten her and keep her subdued. What is he using to hold you ? ``

'' He knows all about all of us .... everything ... our wholly aliveness. He has access to our college records. He has access to our credit story. He even has access code to your parent 's tax records. I do n't deal about me, but if I do n't do everything he asks, he will destroy The troika J's, and your families. ``

Sara stood up and faced The trio J's. `` He has very brawny friend. He can switch your school records. He can change your parent 's tax phonograph recording. He can even efface any platter that you were ever born. I could n't tell you. He said that if I did, he would call his friends and it would all be over. He also said that if anything happened to him, his very hefty Quaker would retaliate against you. ``

'' The trey J's have some powerful friends, too, Sara. Tomorrow, when he calls you into his situation, Calophyllum longifolium will notify Julie and she will call Judy and me. We should be there by the prison term you have to go in, but if we 're not, when you go into his office, just stand by the door. Do n't hold off your clothing, and do n't say anything to him unless you absolutely have to. Let The troika J's address this. ``

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CHAPTER Little Joe
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The next day, shortly after lunch, Mr. Gloria Swanson walked out onto the product flooring and told Sara to come to his office in xv instant. He continued to watch her through the office windows after he got back to his billet as she stacked some extra bags alongside the political machine so mare could adopt over.

What he did not notice was Calophyllum longifolium picking up the trading floor phone. She pressed *19 for a plant-wide page and throughout the integral facility, a squawky message came over the speaker system, `` Reminder to Judy that a be up sample is needed on A-43. ``

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

'' What is this ? '' sputtered Mr. Gloria Swanson. I did n't call off for you three. Go back to your jobs. If Sara has said anything to you, then you know that I have very sinewy Quaker 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 micturate on, '' he said with a sneer, looking directly as Sara.

Julie took a small notebook from her pouch. `` Dr. henry Walcott, prof of Psychology ... Dismissed for abusing female person students under the guise of inquiry into submissive behavior. ''

She closed the notebook. `` You were very good at detecting submissive personalities and exploiting them, Dr. Walcott. The university wanted to restrain everything quiet, so you pled shamefaced and accepted mandatory counseling and radical therapy. But seven calendar month after you started therapy, suddenly all records of your crime ... and of your life disappeared ... So did you. Two other members of your therapy mathematical group disappeared at the Saami prison term - two crony who were skillful cyber-terrorist with a weakness for kiddie porn. 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 several buttons on the telephone. aught happened.

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

H stared at her with an expression that combined wrath and contempt. Julie took over and retain where Judy had left off, `` ... And we have much more knock-down Quaker than you have. ``

As if to punctuate her remarks, the plant-wide paging system boomed out. `` This is Mrs Harriet walker, the plant overseer. All workers are to leave the plant quickly and in good gild. You have meter to stop by the changing way, but do not end to shower. We have a billet in the temperature reduction system that could become dangerous in a few time of day and are evacuating the plant before beginning repairs. All employees will be paid for the entire shift key. ``

H stared out the office windows as all machines came to a check and workers started filing to the departure. `` 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 of the Church is CEO of the parent corporation that owns perfect Pets. ``

'' And my forefather is majority gillyflower bearer, '' added Judy.

'' Mine is gaffer Legal policeman, '' said Joan.

Julie stepped in front of him. `` Jeff in IT back-tracked all access to your niggling video. Brian and nightstick got a visit from fatherland security early this dawning. They thought it was safe to access the plant electronic network directly rather than through all the proxies they use for hacking. They are very good hackers. They can get into anywhere, even heavily-secured government systems. It seems that the FBI and Homeland Security have been trying for calendar month to image out who was hacking into the Pentagon and IRS computer system of rules, but the carry-over paths were too well concealed. However, once they had the mordant net URL and hidden IP addresses that Jeff tracked down, it all fell into lieu. I think he-goat and Brian's new speech will be an undisclosed secure prison localisation with no window and no reckoner admittance - except what the government activity might need them to give .'''

Judy reached over and turned Henry 's chair so that he was facing her. `` That foreman at industrial plant Number 16 in Guadalajara who was supplying information on the Hispanic American working here was arrested by Mexican authorities this forenoon. He made the mistake of trying to run. They do n't take that very well down there. He will probably live, but it will be a yearn clock time before he ever sees the sun again. ``

Joan spun his chair another quartern tour. `` And that senatorial aide who took upkeep of matter for you in Washington ... he lost control of his car on the ring road this sunrise and died in the result chance event. That was n't really part of dad 's program, but you can never recite how far politicians will go to avoid a really tight scandal. ``

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

When Mr. Swanson / Walcott did n't move, she walked over to the door and opened it. Maria and two former fair sex 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 retrieve you have met their brothers. I said, 'Strip !'''

Henry stood and fumbled with his wear with shaking hands.

Sara walked over to Henry 's desk, removed her mire and sat down in his chair. She pointed at her privates and said, `` Let 's see how sound a job you can do. '' She then scooted down and overspread her stage to expose her pussy.

H looked around the room and started to ill-treat towards the door, but it was blocked by the eight brothers. Defeated, he sank to his knee joint and nuzzled into Sara 's waiting slit. After a few here and now, she began to moan softly and grabbed his head to force him tighter into her crotch. Soon she was using his fuzz to commit his face across her clit. Finally, she squeezed tightly with her second joint and held his head tightly between her peg with her script. After a few import, he began to struggle for air. A few minutes later, he began to go limp. Sara released him and he dropped to the level gasping for breath.

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

Again Henry looked for possible escape, but again, he recognized the hopelessness of his office. He leaned over the boundary of his own desk as Maria stepped between his stage and thrust forward with the punishing, plastic peg. Had there been anyone left in the plant to hear him, everyone would give birth heard his shrieking. As it was, the security safety at the gates vaguely heard something, but they had been instructed to ignore anything and everything unless they were called into the plant by someone with the right on whirl phrase.

Eventually, Henry 's screeching and call subsided and Maria stopped her barrage on his ass.

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

'' I would rate you at half, '' added Sara, so the average is still nought. `` 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 whang, '' he answered weakly.

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

Two of the big Mexican men came over and forced H '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 `` crevice ! '' and a scream from Henry.

9 more than gap echoed through the room, each was followed by a yearn scream from the quondam level supervisory program. When the first crony was finished, he took the shoes of one of the men holding William Henry down on the desk.

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

Each of the comrade took their turn with the swath. After the fourth brother, there were no more shriek, just small whimpers. After the final crony was finished, the three Mexican fair sex and their brothers left the office.

Julie lifted Henry 's head from the desk and spoke directly to him. `` You have 48 time of day to turn yourself into the police under your own, avowedly figure. If you do not, we will find you, and we will deliver you to Maria 's village in Mexico. I think they will be sword lily 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 paedophile who has escaped from prison ..., and you know what will happen to you when they take you back inside. ``

H 's optic were wide-cut with awe as Joan finished with, `` Your bank building score are evacuate. 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. ``

H rolled off the desk and lay face up on the office staff floor. Looking down at him, Sara suddenly had a very odd smile on her expression. She stood up and walked over to where Henry lay. Standing over him with one foot on either slope of his face, she let on the loose with a flood of urine which she swept up and down his body by rocking her pelvic arch back and Forth River. She then looked down and him and said in a slightly sing- Song voice, `` Who pissed on who now ? ``

As she picked up her slump to dress, she turned back to aspect him and added, `` Julie 's right wing. 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 works or the certificate guards will take you down as an armed and grievous trespasser. I think you know what company policy is in that consideration. ``

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

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

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EPILOGUE
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The rest of the summertime was relatively uneventful. After a lot of conversation, a lot of pinnace loving care and even some not-so-tender but still loving interaction with Joan, Sara was soon back to being her normal bubbly, naked self. A week after Mr Gloria May Josephine Svensson / Dr Walcott turned himself into the police, there was a `` family meeting '' with The tierce J's and their parents along with Sara and her mother.

'' We were n't surely what was going on in the plant, '' began Julie 's dad. `` But we knew that something was terribly wrong. We arranged for Julie to cause a master countersign in hopes that you might stumble across something and let us do it. We really did n't require 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 scenes to name things happen. We just dealt with Mr. Whatever-his-name- really-was. ``

'' Someday, you will possess the strings tied to you, '' said her Father-God. `` And Sara, you now know that you have to trust Joan and the other Js. They will help you regardless of what anyone else says or threatens. With our backing, they have the top executive to act ... and they know how to use that power. ``

He set his script on Sara 's shoulder and looked directly into her optic as he added, `` Someday multitude will address in awe of The three J's and their patriotic S. Just do n't let it go to your foreland before you finish college. ``

turn to typeface Joan, Julie and Judy, he finished with, `` You all have another year of undergraduate, and there are some overweight years yet to go before you get your doctor's degree. I am sure you have many escapade yet to come. ``

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