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Julie, Judy, and Joan had been booster since before kindergarten. When their mother car pooled for schoolhouse events, etc, they spoke of `` picking up The Three J's. '' Teachers, and most of the community soon started referring to them as `` The three J's. '' In the one-fourth grade, Sara 's mother went to bring for Julie 's mother as a 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 nearly of the community as `` The triad J 's and an S. ''

To a big 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 multiplication of refinement and tradition. Sara was `` working year '' who cleaned up well, but remained slightly an outsider. Partly Sara was the odd one out because of forcible divergence. The triad J's were from northern European stock with sick pelt, light whisker, and blue middle. Sara was always slightly shorter, more than than slightly LE pale, and had dark tomentum and deep brown eyes. But primarily, Sara was the tag along because of the difference of opinion in personality.

From their time in pre-school together, The threesome J's were all alpha-females with strong personalities and always somewhat of a fistful for their parents and their teachers. Sara, on the early hand, was more of a beta, gamma, or even delta personality and tended to postpone to whatever The tierce J's said or did. Sara was always the quiet trivial young woman in the corner who never caused any job in family. 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 unaired as these three miss who had totally grown up together.

The tierce J's and an S are now college Juniors who room together in an off-campus apartment. Sara, who has very limited financial means, Captain Cook, clean and jerk and keeps the apartment as her part of the rent, utilities and solid food. utmost January, The Three J's and an S spent winter fault 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 various weeks before the end of the school year.

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CHAPTER ONE
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It was a hopeful, sunny, ahead of time April morning when Joan walked into the kitchen with her cell in bridge player and announced, `` I have some good news and some bad news program. ''

Julie and Judy were sitting at the kitchen board finishing breakfast. Sara, clad only in her black velvet neckband, was cleaning up the counter. All three turned to look at Joan as she asked, `` What do you want commencement - the unspoiled news or the bad intelligence ? ``

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

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

She paused a moment before continuing. Then she said, `` The bad word 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 sort of summer job, stood quietly behind the two girls. She did n't want to evince her happiness that Joan would not be away from her at all during the summer.

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

'' We do n't cause to worry about getting some sort of internship onto our resume '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 calendar week and discussed the fact that we 'needed some real globe experience before we graduated .'They pulled some strings and all three of us have paid internships at a local anesthetic factory. I will be helping rewrite some technical manuals ; Judy will be playing sorcerer 's learner in the quality control condition lab ; and Julie will be helping set up a new computer system for human resources. ``

She then looked over at Sara. `` They thought a job internship would n't really be helpful for an elementary teacher, but a well-paying job on the mill floor would. So, they arranged for you to be a summer replacement on the production 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 justify to smile and show her happiness. Julie and Judy, however, were obviously less than thrilled. `` I had hoped to be able to spend a lot of fourth dimension with Kevin this summertime, '' whined Julie. `` But they 're in good order, '' she continued. `` Oklahoman 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 first Monday of June, The Three J's and an S reported for work at `` Perfect Pets Plant Number 7. '' Perfect favourite made and sold everything that you would ever postulate for a cat, dog, horse, hamster or whatever you wanted. industrial plant number 7 was a nutrient processing plant. It was extremely white, and the temperature and humidness were very well controlled, but the overwhelming tone of drying pet solid food permeated the area. Even in the plastered comfort of the authority area, everything smelled vaguely of pork, beef, fish, corn whisky, soy and whatever else they were cooking, grinding up, mixing and compressing into `` Perfect Pet pellet. ``

The first of all few weeks went by rather rapidly. The Three J's were obviously enjoying their new adventure into the `` really earthly concern. '' Sara, however, began to grow to a greater extent and more withdrawn and muted with each passing game day. Although at first she would quite willingly contribution what had happened in her day with Joan and the other J 's, recently she would n't even reply when take 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 knew very well that Sara was a submissive flasher who had no problem showing her body to anyone and everyone. She loved to run around the flat naked and would probably go to class naked if she could get away with it. If Sara was hiding her consistency, something was definitely awry, and it had something to do with perfective Pets works Number 7.

Finally, Joan texted Julie and Judy to meet her during their breakage so they could peach about the position. `` Something is terribly untimely, '' began Joan, `` but Sara wo n't lecture about it. She just curls up in a ball on the bed and call. 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 plant. ``

'' I have to go out onto the yield floors and take sample distribution several time a sack, '' offered Judy. `` I 'll see if I can come up out anything. ``

'' I will go through the recent report card in the computer and see if there is anything that stands out, '' added Julie. `` I do n't jazz if they realized it, but they gave me a full access parole and I can get to anything on that organization. It had to take in been a mistake, but I 'm not going to severalise them about it until the end of the summer in case something comes up that I need that a good deal approach. ``

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

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CHAPTER TWO
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When Judy went out into the production area to look at the mid-afternoon samples, she intentionally changed her path through the steaming and rattling car so that she would end up in the expanse 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 woman was working as a bag makeweight on one of the older, fully manual motorcar. Normally, filling 40lb handbag on one of the honest-to-goodness car was a two individual job. One person loaded empties onto the chute and activated the waste-yard, the other pulled the bag through the sealant, 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 Edward Young cleaning woman looked around with a very frightened look on her fount. `` I must keep open up, '' she said with a heavy dialect as she pulled a bag through the sealer. `` I ca n't fall behind in production or I could get fired. Please go away. Please go away. ``

Judy paused for a moment to read the woman 's ID badge and then picked up her in-plant radio and keyed it on. `` Requesting shut down of bag air A-43. Something does n't look right with the color and the odor seems a fiddling off. I want to verify mix and quality. ``

A muffled voice answered, `` fifteen hour closedown authorized. Remember to complete the notation in the output log when you have cleared it for restart. ``

Judy smiled up at the young woman as her auto suddenly became silent. `` Calophyllum longifolium is it ? Or do you prefer Mary ? We can talk now. I know you are not supposed to be running this machine by yourself. Where is Sara ? She is a friend of mine. ``

'' Your booster is in lots very bad trouble, '' 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 muscular friends. They do each other favour. I can say no more. ``

'' Mary, '' Judy continued. `` I know that you are legal. Why does he scare you so badly ? What power does Mr. Swanson have over you ? You can tell me. I have to make out in purchase order to help oneself my friend. ``

She lowered her head and sobbed, `` My brothers are not. He knows. He will tell his friends in in-migration. Before Sara came, it was me in his business office. 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 spot ? ``

Mary stared at the floor as she answered. `` Mr. Swanson is a very evil man. He treats everyone very well and everyone thinks he is a peachy person, but he picks out one or two people who are frail ... or have closed book. '' She paused to sob softly. `` Then he traps them and makes them do atrocious things. ``

'' What form of awful things ? ``

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

'' The initiative time he called me to his office, he told me that I was wearing too much clothing and that I should entrust my underwear 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 friends and my Brother would be in poky until they were deported. ``

'' I told him that I would go to the can and convey him back my underwear. He said, 'No chiquita you will strip nude right here and handwriting 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 consistence. Finally he let me go back to oeuvre. Before I left his office, he said, 'Make for certain there is aught under those pants but you tomorrow. I 'm going to hold in .'''

'' The next day, nothing happened. I thought maybe he had forgotten, but after the good afternoon disruption - almost at quitting prison term - he called me into his power. 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 certain your mother would care to see this, would n't she ? One clink and that delineation goes straight to the village email score. I 'm indisputable mortal will show it to her .'''

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

'' He smiled at me .'I just want what every man wants ,'he said. Then he pointed down at his privates. 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 mental picture when they finally get back to your sorry ass settlement .'''

Judy stood silently listening to her story. Mary was now weeping heavily and choking out her words. `` I have become his esclava - striver. He uses me however he wants. The cameras in his office takings videos. Each time is worse than the last. So that he would n't show my village the mental picture of me naked, I suckled his polla. So that he would n't record the video of that, I allowed him to get it on me. So that he would n't record the video of that to my family, I let him fuck my anus. Now he does whatever he wants. You can not assist your Quaker. 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 oneself her. She is lost ... like I am. ``

'' I have exponent, too, '' answered Judy. She keyed her radiocommunication and spoke, `` Composition is slightly light, but within tolerances. I recommend cutting the business focal ratio 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 docket. ``

Judy smiled up at The Virgin. `` Now you can proceed up with your yield quota without a job. Tomorrow, as soon as Mr Gloria Swanson calls Sara to his office, I want you to paginate me. Do n't call me, page me and say, 'Reminder to Judy that a observe up sample is needed on A-43 .'Say it just like that, OK ? I am not the only one who will find out it. I also have powerful admirer, maria. You will be safety 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 live 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 system photographic camera feeds from the supervisor 's post 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 eff to help you, but I would demand a broad access code watchword to open the surety video channels, and they do n't afford those out to low-altitude techs like me. '' He then type something into his keyboard and moved aside slightly to show her a security department sign-in screen that said in bold letter, `` Supervisor Level password Required. ``

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

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

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

Jeff selected the television camera labeled `` role - Production Area A, '' and an image appeared on the screenland. 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 computing machine is recording, '' responded Jeff. `` All of the security camera disk to a special drive that uploads nightly to offsite depot. It was all set up by the security company and ca n't be tampered with. See, there is even a petty fourth dimension mould in the corner of the figure that the computer puts on the range as it records. ``

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

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

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

Julie leaned in close up and nodded her capitulum yes.

'' That is one of the new automatic pistol packer. I program them. All the operator has to do is put the bag on the slide. The auto fill, crease, sews and then stacks the bag on a palette for shipping. It even rotates the palette a quarter turn after each bag. That political machine is running continuously. It should be stopping every 40 grip to grant a ski tow manipulator to change pallets."

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

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

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

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

'' What 's an overthrow code ? ``

'' It 's a XVI digit routine that is built into the base operating system of the figurer. If you have it, you can override any and all passwords and special restriction from program line prompt. But only the really big gaffer 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 first four fingerbreadth of the code. With a master watchword and the override key, the computer generates the rest of the computer code using a Fibonacci algorithm. But even with a master word, without the override key Fibonacci scratch sequence there is no way I could do anything. You do n't happen to make love the OKFib, do you ? ``

'' 3839 '' blurted Julie.

'' What ! '' yelled Jeff.

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

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

'' The original picture is going into several hidden leaflet. There are a lot of videos stored there, including the loop that is replacing the tv camera feed. They have special parole and look like they can be accessed only from one internal and three outside links. ''

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

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

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

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

A few moments later, Julie placed the humble transfer cause in her handbag. Before returning to her lab, she used the phone on Jeff 's desk to squall her don. After a few smooth lyric, she handed the phone to Jeff and said, `` He wants to babble to you. He said you would ask the master OKFIB for the companywide network 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 part some early countersign and reference with you that no one else can ever know. ``

Jeff 's eyes were very wide as Julie handed him the phone and turned and left the business office to return to her lab.

Later that evening, The Three J's called Sara into the TV room. Joan 's computer was set up to display on the boastfully filmdom. `` There is something we have to evince you, '' said Joan softly. She put her hand on Sara 's shoulder and guided her to one of the big, flaccid president that sat in front end of the TV and then sat on the arm alongside her. Sara wept quietly as the telecasting began with her entering Mr. Swanson 's situation and removing her clothing. She folded each piece carefully and laid it on the mesa next to the door. She was not wearing any underwear, but that was not strange for her. What was unusual was that her ass impudence were mottled with welts and old bruises.

Mr. Swanson pointed to his privates and she walked over to his desk and knelt between his legs. Unzipping his bloomers, she freed his somewhat great pricking, which was totally limp and flaccid. She took it into her backtalk and soon it was stiff and set up. He slapped her on the top of her headway and she got up and leaned over the desk and presented her ass to him.

Mr. Gloria 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 last farseeing, but to Sara it must have seemed like an eternity. Finally he finished and withdrew his now limp prick from her ass. He reached over to his desk and pressed a clit on a pocket-size remote. Suddenly there was audio in the video.

Mr. Swanson 's voiced boomed out of the television set. `` I 'll rate you a seven for today, pussy. '' 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. Swanson, '' answered Sara. `` It means three with your belt. ``

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

Sara again took her space leaning over the desk. Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson removed the bang from his knickers and doubled it in his work force. `` Count them ! '' he barked as he brought his arm up above his head.

A tremendous `` whirl ! '' echoed from the television set speakers, followed by Sara 's clog up and trembling interpreter, `` One. ``

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

'' Crack ! ``

'' Three. ``

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

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

Joan cradled Sara in her weaponry 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 threaten her and save her quiet. What is he using to curb you ? ``

'' He knows all about all of us .... everything ... our whole animation. He has access code to our college records. He has access to our credit reports. He even has access to your parent 's tax record book. I do n't care about me, but if I do n't do everything he asks, he will destroy The trine J's, and your fellowship. ``

Sara stood up and faced The trine J's. `` He has very powerful admirer. He can change your school records. He can change your parent 's tax records. He can even erase any phonograph record 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 powerful booster would retaliate against you. ``

'' The ternary J's have some potent Quaker, too, Sara. Tomorrow, when he calls you into his berth, Maria 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 place, just stand by the door. Do n't use up off your habiliment, and do n't say anything to him unless you absolutely have to. Let The Three J's care this. ``

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CHAPTER 4
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The side by side day, shortly after lunch, Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson walked out onto the production floor and told Sara to arrive to his office in XV hour. He continued to watch her through the office windows after he got back to his power as she stacked some extra bags alongside the automobile so Maria could engage over.

What he did not notice was Calophyllum longifolium picking up the floor earphone. She pressed *19 for a plant-wide varlet and throughout the entire adeptness, a squawky message came over the speakers, `` Reminder to Judy that a keep up up sample is needed on A-43. ``

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

'' What is this ? '' sputtered Mr. Swanson. I did n't foretell for you three. Go back to your job. 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 founding father 's, '' began Judy, `` You pissed up the damage tree this time. ``

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

Julie took a small notebook from her scoop. `` Dr. Henry Walcott, professor of Psychology ... Dismissed for abusing female person scholarly person under the guise of research into slavish demeanour. ''

She closed the notebook. `` You were very near at detecting subservient personalities and exploiting them, Dr. Walcott. The university wanted to go on everything quiet, so you pled guilty and assume mandatory counseling and mathematical group therapy. But seven months after you started therapy, suddenly all phonograph record of your crime ... and of your life story disappeared ... So did you. Two other penis of your therapy radical disappeared at the like time - two brothers who were skillful drudge with a weakness for kiddie porn. Their phonograph record also disappeared with them. ``

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

He punched various push on the speech sound. cipher happened.

'' You are rightfield, 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 Three J's and an S. She is our submissive ! She trusts us, and we protect her ! And The three J's are NOT slavish ! ! ! ``

Henry stared at her with an manifestation that combined anger and disrespect. Julie took over and keep on where Judy had left off, `` ... And we have much more powerful protagonist than you have. ``

As if to accent her remarks, the plant-wide page number organization boomed out. `` This is Mrs Harriet Walker, the plant superintendent. All workers are to leave the plant quickly and in good order. You have time to stop by the changing rooms, but do not stop to lavish. We have a spot in the temperature reduction system that could become life-threatening in a few hr and are evacuating the plant before beginning repairs. All employees will be paid for the entire switch. ``

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

Henry attempted to say something, but his backtalk merely opened and closed like a angle flopping on the dock. Julie smiled and continued, `` My Church Father is CEO of the parent corporation that owns Perfect darling. ``

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

'' Mine is foreman Legal ship's officer, '' said Joan.

Julie stepped in front man of him. `` Jeff in IT back-tracked all access to your fiddling video recording. Brian and Billy got a sojourn from homeland security early this morning. They thought it was prophylactic to memory access the plant network directly rather than through all the procurator they use for hacking. They are very dear hack. They can get into anywhere, even heavily-secured government systems. It seems that the FBI and Homeland certificate have been trying for month to enter out who was hacking into the pentagon and IRS calculator system of rules, but the transfer route were too well concealed. However, once they had the smuggled net URLS and out of sight IP addresses that Jeff tracked down, it all fell into station. I think billystick and Brian's new address will be an undisclosed secure prison position with no windows and no computer access - except what the Government might want them to possess .'''

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

Joan spun his chair another quarter turn of events. `` And that senatorial aide who took care of affair for you in Washington ... he lost command of his car on the ringway this morning time and died in the result accident. That was n't really component part of dad 's plan, but you can never tell how far pol will go to deflect a really awful scandal. ``

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

When Mr. Swanson / Walcott did n't make a motion, she walked over to the door and opened it. Maria and two other woman walked in. They were followed by eight large, angry-looking Mexican men.

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

H stood and fumbled with his clothing with shaking hands.

Sara walked over to Henry 's desk, removed her quag and sat down in his chairwoman. She pointed at her genital organ and said, `` Let 's see how good a job you can do. '' She then scooted down and spread her legs to expose her pussy.

Henry looked around the elbow room and started to step towards the door, but it was blocked by the eight Brother. Defeated, he sank to his knees and nuzzled into Sara 's waiting cunt. After a few consequence, she began to moan softly and grabbed his oral sex to force him tighter into her crotch. Soon she was using his hair to pull his cheek across her clit. Finally, she squeezed tightly with her thigh and held his top dog tightly between her ramification with her hands. After a few bit, he began to struggle 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 figurehead of her. `` I think you know the position, '' she said in her heavily accented English.

Again Joseph Henry looked for potential escape, but again, he recognized the hopelessness of his situation. He leaned over the edge of his own desk as maria stepped between his branch and jabbing forward with the firmly, plastic peg. Had there been anyone left in the plant to hear him, everyone would have heard his scream. As it was, the protection guards at the gates vaguely heard something, but they had been instructed to discount anything and everything unless they were called into the plant by person with the right passing phrase.

Eventually, Henry 's screams and battle cry subsided and Maria stopped her outpouring on his ass.

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

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

Patrick 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 mean I could swing hard enough and neither could Maria, we are going to let the pal handle this. By the way, special exemption paperwork was filed overnight. They are all now legal with valid honey oil cards. ``

Two of the large Mexican men came over and forced William Henry 's bureau onto the desk. One of the others slipped off his belted ammunition 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 tawdry `` cleft ! '' and a shriek from Henry.

Nine more go echoed through the way, each was followed by a hanker scream from the one-time floor supervisory program. When the first brother was finished, he took the position of one of the men holding Henry down on the desk.

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

Each of the brothers took their turn with the bang. After the fourth brother, there were no more screams, just small whimper. After the last brother was finished, the three Mexican cleaning lady and their brother left the office.

Julie lifted Patrick Henry 's head from the desk and spoke directly to him. `` You have 48 60 minutes to turn yourself into the police under your own, honest name. If you do not, we will find you, and we will render you to Calophyllum longifolium 's village in United Mexican States. I think they will be glad to see you. ``

Judy continued the education, `` If you attempt to secern anyone what has happened to you here today, your phonograph record will be changed to designate 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 heart were wide with veneration as Joan finished with, `` Your bank building invoice are hollow. Your car is officially listed as stolen. Your theater 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 face up on the function floor. Looking down at him, Sara suddenly had a very odd smile on her grimace. She stood up and walked over to where Henry lay. Standing over him with one foot on either slope of his human face, she let release with a alluvion 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- strain voice, `` Who pissed on who now ? ``

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

Joan looked down at him and gave one terminal instruction. `` You have five minutes to be out of the industrial plant or the protection precaution will demand you down as an armed and severe intruder. I think you know what party policy is in that circumstance. ``

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

Grabbing his wear from the base around him, he staggered slowly out of the office.

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The rest of the summer was relatively uneventful. After a lot of conversation, a lot of cutter 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 police, there was a `` family encounter '' 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 faulty. We arranged for Julie to stimulate a master countersign in Bob Hope that you might stumble across something and let us know. We really did n't expect you to deal 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 train behind the scenes to make things happen. We just carry on with Mr. Whatever-his-name- really-was. ``

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

He set his handwriting on Sara 's shoulder and looked directly into her eyes as he added, `` Someday the great unwashed will speak in awe of The III J's and their loyal S. Just do n't let it go to your headspring before you finish college. ``

turn to font Joan, Julie and Judy, he finished with, `` You all have another twelvemonth of undergraduate, and there are some grievous years yet to go before you get your doctorate. I am sure you have many escapade yet to come. ``

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