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Background Prelude
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Julie, Judy, and Joan had been Friend since before kindergarten. When their mothers car pooled for school events, etc, they spoke of `` picking up The Three J's. '' teacher, and most of the residential area soon started referring to them as `` The Three J's. '' In the fourthly grade, Sara 's mother went to run for Julie 's mother as a Captain James Cook and housekeeper, and since her mom lived in an flat over the service department, Sara was added to the mix. After that, they became known to their parents, teachers and most of the community as `` The deuce-ace J 's and an S. ''

To a bang-up extent, Sara was always the `` tag along. '' Partly this was because of the dispute in economical status. The trinity J's were `` from money '' with generations of purification and custom. Sara was `` working class '' who cleaned up well, but remained slightly an foreigner. Partly Sara was the odd one out because of strong-arm differences. The deuce-ace J's were from Northern European neckcloth with blench skin, illuminate fuzz, and blue center. Sara was always slightly shorter, more than slightly LE pale, and had dark haircloth and deep browned optic. 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 instructor. Sara, on the former hand, was Thomas More of a Beta, gamma, or even delta personality and tended to defer to whatever The deuce-ace J's said or did. Sara was always the quiet little girl in the turning point who never caused any problems in year. Still, The troika 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 match and would never be as close as these three little girl who had totally grown up together.

The Three J's and an S are now college Junior who room together in an off-campus apartment. Sara, who has very limited fiscal means, cooks, clean and keeps the apartment as her parcel of the rent, utilities and food. Last Jan, The ternary J's and an S spent winter breakage at a ski cabin time-shared by Joan 's father. While there, Judy met Ron, Julie met Kevin, and Sara and Joan finally admitted to themselves what everyone else already know ..., that they were strongly attracted to each other in a loving, D/s kinship.

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

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CHAPTER ONE
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It was a vivid, sunny, early April morning when Joan walked into the kitchen with her cellphone in hand and announced, `` I have some right news and some bad word. ''

Julie and Judy were sitting at the kitchen table finishing breakfast. Sara, clad only in her opprobrious velvet neckband, was cleaning up the rejoinder. All three turned to face at Joan as she asked, `` What do you want first - the good intelligence or the bad news ? ``

'' You may as well chip in 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 form of summer job, stood quietly behind the two little girl. She did n't require to show her felicity that Joan would not be away from her at all during the summer.

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

'' We do n't sustain 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 end week and discussed the fact that we 'needed some real populace experience before we graduated .'They pulled some strings and all three of us have paid internships at a topical anesthetic factory. I will be helping rewrite some proficient manuals ; Judy will be playing magician 's apprentice in the quality mastery lab ; and Julie will be helping set up a new computing device system for human being resources. ``

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

Sara was now unfreeze to smile and show up her happiness. Julie and Judy, however, were obviously less than thrilled. `` I had hoped to be able-bodied to spend a lot of sentence 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 summertime. ``

And so on the first Monday of June, The trine J's and an S reported for piece of work at `` perfect tense Pets plant life bit 7. '' Perfect deary made and sold everything that you would ever need for a cat, dog, horse, hamster or whatever you wanted. plant life figure 7 was a food processing works. It was extremely clean, and the temperature and humidity were very well controlled, but the overwhelming smell of drying pet food permeated the orbit. Even in the sealed comforter of the part area, everything smelled vaguely of pork barrel, beef, fish, corn, soy and whatever else they were cooking, grinding up, mixing and compressing into `` perfect Pet shot. ``

The initiatory few hebdomad went by rather rapidly. The three J's were obviously enjoying their new adventure into the `` literal cosmos. '' Sara, however, began to spring up Sir Thomas More and more withdrawn and quiet with each passing day. Although at number one she would quite willingly share what had happened in her day with Joan and the other J 's, recently she would n't even reply when asked how her day had gone. Even more strangely, Sara began to fatigue a nightshirt to bed that she did n't move out even when fixing breakfast for The three J's.

The threesome J 's knew very well that Sara was a subservient exhibitionist who had no job showing her body to anyone and everyone. She loved to run around the apartment nude and would probably go to class nude if she could get away with it. If Sara was hiding her body, something was definitely faulty, and it had something to do with Perfect ducky Plant turn 7.

Finally, Joan texted Julie and Judy to come across her during their break so they could sing about the spot. `` Something is terribly wrong, '' began Joan, `` but Sara wo n't talk about it. She just wave up in a bollock on the bed and cries. She wo n't let me reach 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 output flooring and contain samples several fourth dimension a fault, '' offered Judy. `` I 'll see if I can regain out anything. ``

'' I will go through the recent reports in the computer and see if there is anything that stands out, '' added Julie. `` I do n't know if they realized it, but they gave me a full access password and I can get to anything on that organization. It had to have been a mistake, but I 'm not going to secern them about it until the end of the summertime in case something comes up that I need that lots approach. ``

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

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CHAPTER TWO
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When Judy went out into the product field to claim the mid-afternoon samples, she intentionally changed her path through the steaming and rattling machines 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 untried Hispanic American woman was working as a bag filler on one of the sure-enough, fully manual machines. Normally, filling 40lb bags on one of the honest-to-god machines was a two person job. One person loaded empties onto the chute and activated the dump, the other pulled the bag through the sealer, which sewed the top of the bag shut, and stacked the bag on a palette. This girl was doing both.

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

The untested char looked around with a very frightened look on her case. `` I must go along up, '' she said with a heavy accent 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 instant to read the woman 's ID badge and then picked up her in-plant radio and keyed it on. `` Requesting shut down of bag line A-43. Something does n't look right with the color and the odor seems a little off. I want to assert mix and quality. ``

A softened phonation answered, `` fifteen minute shutdown authorized. Remember to complete the notation in the production log when you have cleared it for restart. ``

Judy smiled up at the young fair sex as her car suddenly became silent. `` Maria is it ? Or do you prefer 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 Quaker of mine. ``

'' Your friend is in much very bad bother, '' answered Virgin Mary. `` She is in the supervisor 's authority, but you can not help her. Mr. Swanson is a potent man ..., and he has many muscular friends. They do each other favors. I can say no more. ``

'' Blessed Virgin, '' Judy continued. `` I know that you are legal. Why does he pall you so badly ? What power does Mr. Swanson have over you ? You can severalize me. I have to bed in gild to help my admirer. ``

She lowered her brain and sobbed, `` My chum are not. He knows. He will tell his friends in immigration. Before Sara came, it was me in his 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 position ? ``

The Virgin 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 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 terrible affair. ``

'' What sort of dreadful things ? ``

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

'' The first metre he called me to his role, he told me that I was wearing too a great deal clothing and that I should provide my underclothes with him. I did n't want to, but he knew my brother 's epithet and where they lived and where they worked and he said that all he had to do was to call in his friends and my brothers would be in slammer until they were deported. ``

'' I told him that I would go to the bathroom and bring in him back my underclothes. He said, 'No chiquita you will strip naked rightfield here and handwriting it to me .'I did, but before he would let me put my dress back on, he made me resist there and turn slowly around so that he could stare at my eubstance. Finally he let me go back to work. Before I left his place, he said, 'Make sure there is nothing under those trouser but you tomorrow. I 'm going to check .'''

'' The next day, nothing happened. I thought maybe he had forgotten, but after the afternoon faulting - almost at quitting time - he called me into his function. 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 impression goes straight to the village electronic mail account. I 'm for certain someone 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 crotch. His fly was unzipped and his polla was hanging out. 'Strip !'he yelled. 'And make me happy or your buddy can see your naked ass pictures when they finally get back to your grim ass small town .'''

Judy stood silently listening to her story. Blessed Virgin was now weeping heavily and choking out her Logos. `` I have become his esclava - slave. He uses me however he wants. The camera in his office take videos. Each time is worse than the final stage. So that he would n't present my Greenwich Village the pictorial matter of me naked, I suckled his polla. So that he would n't exhibit the video of that, I allowed him to have intercourse me. So that he would n't show the telecasting of that to my family, I let him screw my anus. Now he does whatever he wants. You can not assist your acquaintance. 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, `` typography is slightly clear, but within tolerances. I recommend cutting the assembly line swiftness to one half for the relaxation of the shift to prevent powdering. ``

'' Acknowledged, '' came the response. `` Remember to make the proper notations on the yield schedule. ``

Judy smiled up at Mary. `` Now you can keep up with your production 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 promise me, page me and say, 'Reminder to Judy that a postdate up sample is needed on A-43 .'Say it just like that, OK ? I am not the only one who will get wind it. I also have powerful friends, 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 know what she had learned. Julie said that she would go down to IT and see if she could lecture Jeff, the in-house nerd, into pulling up the certificate camera feeds from the supervisor 's place in Sara 's area.

When she explained to Jeff that she needed to see what was going on in that situation, he shrugged his articulatio humeri and replied, `` I would lie with to help you, but I would need a wide admittance password to spread out the security video transmission channel, and they do n't open those out to low-level tech like me. '' He then type something into his keyboard and moved aside slightly to show her a certificate sign-in screen that said in bluff alphabetic character, `` Supervisor floor watchword Required. ``

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

The screen door flickered slightly and a menu appeared listing all of the security cameras in the entire works, including the place and security measures place region. `` Wow ! '' exclaimed Jeff. `` Who do you get laid to get that kind of watchword ? ``

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

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

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

'' That 's what the computer is recording, '' responded Jeff. `` All of the certificate television camera record to a special drive that uploads nightly to offsite storage. It was all set up by the security fellowship and ca n't be tampered with. See, there is even a little time legal tender in the recession of the image that the computer puts on the mental image as it records. ``

Jeff held his hired man so that he was pointing to the nook of the silver screen. He and Julie watched as the time stamp slowly counted out the minutes and secondment. `` Wait a bit, '' Jeff suddenly said. `` Something is hinky here. ``

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

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

Julie leaned in close and nodded her head word yes.

'' That is one of the new machinelike bagger. I computer programme them. All the wheeler dealer has to do is put the bag on the chute. The auto fills, sheepcote, sews and then stacks the bag on a pallet for shipping. It even rotates the pallet a quarter play after each bag. That motorcar is running continuously. It should be stopping every 40 pocketbook to tolerate a lift operator to change pallets."

He squinted carefully at the concealment. `` And the altitude of the deal on the pallet is n't changing. ``

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

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

'' I would need admission to the raw video provender, '' answered Jeff. `` And that ai n't gon na pass off because the just way I could do that is if I had the overthrow code. ``

'' What 's an reverse code ? ``

'' It 's a sixteen digit number that is built into the base operating organization of the computer. If you have it, you can override any and all passwords and exceptional limitation from command prompt. But only the really big boss even know it exists, and no one except the CEO and the headman computer programmer know it. ``

'' Is there any former way ? ``

'' Well, if you have a master password, you can use the overide key. That is the showtime four digit of the code. With a original password and the override key, the electronic computer generates the rest of the code using a Fibonacci algorithmic program. But even with a master password, without the nullification key Fibonacci start sequence there is no way I could do anything. You do n't hap to cognize the OKFib, do you ? ``

'' 3839 '' blurted Julie.

'' What ! '' yelled Jeff.

'' My word is OKFIB3839, '' yelled back Julie. I thought it was just a eldritch parole that was soft to remember. Try 3839. ``

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

'' The original video is going into several hidden folder. There are a lot of videos stored there, including the loop that is replacing the photographic camera provender. They have special passwords and look like they can be accessed only from one internal and three external links. ''

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

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

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

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

A few moments later, Julie placed the humble transfer drive in her handbag. Before returning to her lab, she used the sound on Jeff 's desk to telephone her father. After a few quiet words, she handed the phone to Jeff and said, `` He wants to talk to you. He said you would want the master OKFIB for the companywide net to do what he wants you to do. He asked me if I thought I could commit you. I told him that I did. Do n't disappoint me. He said he needs to parcel some other word and name and address with you that no one else can ever eff. ``

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

Later that evening, The Three J's called Sara into the TV room. Joan 's calculator was set up to display on the large screenland. `` There is something we have to establish you, '' said Joan softly. She put her hand on Sara 's shoulder and guided her to one of the big, cushy chairs that sat in straw man of the TV and then sat on the arm alongside her. Sara wept quietly as the video recording began with her entering Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson 's office and removing her wearable. She folded each composition carefully and laid it on the tabular array next to the doorway. She was not wearing any underclothing, but that was not strange for her. What was unusual was that her ass buttock 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 drawers, she freed his somewhat heavy tool, which was totally wilted and flaccid. She took it into her oral cavity and soon it was stiff and cook. He slapped her on the top of her heading 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 audio, but her scream was obvious as he thrust suddenly and deeply into her ass and immediately began pumping. He did n't death long, but to Sara it must consume seemed like an timeless existence. Finally he finished and withdrew his now limp cocksucker from her ass. He reached over to his desk and pressed a button on a minuscule remote. Suddenly there was sound in the video.

Mr. Swanson 's voiced boomed out of the television. `` I 'll charge per unit you a seven for today, cunt. '' He smiled coldly at her and then looked up and smiled at the 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 mold your way up to a ten and you will be able to go back to the story without any punishment .... '' 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 pant and doubled it in his hands. `` enumeration them ! '' he barked as he brought his arm up above his head.

A terrible `` fracture ! '' echoed from the tv speaker system, followed by Sara 's choked and quiver interpreter, `` One. ``

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

'' tornado ! ``

'' trey. ``

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

Sara slowly picked up her apparel from the table and dressed herself. Then moving carefully as if in botheration, she left the bureau. The picture ended shortly thereafter.

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

'' He knows all about all of us .... everything ... our completely lives. He has access code to our college track record. He has entree to our credit entry paper. He even has approach to your parent 's tax records. I do n't care about me, but if I do n't do everything he asks, he will destroy The trinity J's, and your families. ``

Sara stood up and faced The terzetto J's. `` He has very powerful friends. He can change your shoal records. He can change your parent 's tax records. He can even score out any record that you were ever born. I could n't tell you. He said that if I did, he would send for his champion and it would all be over. He also said that if anything happened to him, his very powerful friends would retaliate against you. ``

'' The troika J's have some powerful protagonist, too, Sara. Tomorrow, when he calls you into his part, Maria will notify Julie and she will call Judy and me. We should be there by the clip you have to go in, but if we 're not, when you go into his office, just stand by the threshold. Do n't take off your 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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CHAPTER foursome
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The succeeding day, shortly after tiffin, Mr. Swanson walked out onto the production trading floor and told Sara to do to his office in xv minutes. He continued to watch her through the berth windows after he got back to his office as she stacked some extra suitcase alongside the automobile so Maria could take over.

What he did not notice was Maria picking up the base telephone. She pressed *19 for a plant-wide page and throughout the entire installation, a cackly message came over the verbaliser, `` Reminder to Judy that a postdate up sampling is needed on A-43. ``

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

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

'' To use an expression of my Father-God 's, '' began Judy, `` You pissed up the wrong tree this time. ``

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

Julie took a pocket-size notebook from her scoop. `` Dr. Henry Walcott, professor of psychological science ... Dismissed for abusing distaff students under the guise of inquiry into submissive doings. ''

She closed the notebook. `` You were very good at detecting submissive personalities and exploiting them, Dr. Walcott. The university wanted to keep everything quiet, so you pled shamefaced and accepted mandatary counseling and group therapy. But seven month after you started therapy, suddenly all records of your criminal offense ... and of your life disappeared ... So did you. Two other appendage of your therapy mathematical group disappeared at the same time - two brothers who were expert cyberpunk with a weakness for kiddie porn. Their record also disappeared with them. ``

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

He punched several buttons on the phone. zero happened.

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

Joseph Henry stared at her with an expression that combined angriness and contempt. Julie took over and keep where Judy had left off, `` ... And we have much more powerful friend than you have. ``

As if to punctuate her remark, the plant-wide paging system of rules boomed out. `` This is Mrs. Harriet baby-walker, the plant superintendent. All workers are to lead the plant life quickly and in good order. You have time to stop by the changing rooms, but do not stop to shower. We have a billet in the cooling system system that could become dangerous in a few hours and are evacuating the industrial plant before beginning repairs. All employees will be paid for the integral sack. ``

Joseph Henry stared out the office windows as all motorcar came to a hitch and prole started filing to the expiration. `` That was my auntie, '' explained Julie.

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

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

'' Mine is main Legal police officer, '' said Joan.

Julie stepped in front of him. `` Jeff in IT back-tracked all memory access to your little television. Brian and Billy got a visit from homeland surety early this good morning. They thought it was safe to access code the plant network directly rather than through all the placeholder they use for hacking. They are very beneficial hackers. They can get into anywhere, even heavily-secured government activity systems. It seems that the FBI and fatherland security measure have been trying for months to figure out who was hacking into the Pentagon and IRS figurer organization, but the transfer paths were too well concealed. However, once they had the black net uniform resource locator and hidden IP addresses that Jeff tracked down, it all fell into place. I think Billy and Brian's new savoir-faire will be an unrevealed secure prison fix with no windows and no figurer access - except what the authorities might need them to make .'''

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

Joan spun his chair another quarter round. `` And that senatorial aide-de-camp who took care of things for you in Washington ... he lost control of his car on the beltway this sunup and died in the resulting fortuity. That was n't really piece of dad 's plan, but you can never state how far politicians will go to avoid a really foul scandal. ``

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

When Mr. Swanson / Walcott did n't move, she walked over to the room access and opened it. Maria and two other cleaning woman 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 pal. I said, 'Strip !'''

Henry stood and fumbled with his clothing with shaking hands.

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

Patrick Henry looked around the way and started to step towards the room access, but it was blocked by the eight chum. Defeated, he sank to his knees and nuzzled into Sara 's waiting cunt. After a few mo, she began to moan softly and grabbed his top dog to force him tighter into her crotch. Soon she was using his hair to pull his face across her clit. Finally, she squeezed tightly with her thigh and held his head tightly between her legs with her deal. After a few mo, he began to scramble 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 hanging in front of her. `` I think you know the side, '' she said in her heavily accented English.

Again Henry looked for possible escape cock, but again, he recognized the hopelessness of his situation. He leaned over the edge of his own desk as Maria stepped between his legs and thrust forward with the heavily, plastic peg. Had there been anyone left in the flora to discover him, everyone would deliver heard his scream. As it was, the security system guards 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 aright head phrase.

Eventually, Henry 's howler and cries subsided and mare stopped her onslaught on his ass.

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

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

Joseph Henry remained silent.

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

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

'' That 's exactly what it means, '' answered Sara. `` But since I do n't opine 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 calling card. ``

Two of the large Mexican men came over and forced Henry 's chest 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 loud `` whirl ! '' and a thigh-slapper from Henry.

niner more chap echoed through the room, each was followed by a long thigh-slapper from the late floor supervisor. When the showtime sidekick was finished, he took the place 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 comrade took their turn with the smash. After the fourth brother, there were no more screams, just pocket-sized whimpers. After the finis blood brother was finished, the three Mexican women and their brothers left the office.

Julie lifted henry 's head from the desk and spoke directly to him. `` You have 48 hour to turn yourself into the police force under your own, true name. If you do not, we will find you, and we will deliver you to Maria 's village in Mexico. I think they will be gladiolus to see you. ``

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

Joseph Henry 's eyes were encompassing with fear as Joan finished with, `` Your bank accounts are void. Your car is officially listed as stolen. Your firm has been foreclosed and cleaned out. There is no place you can run that we can not find oneself you. ``

Henry rolled off the desk and lay nerve up on the office flooring. Looking down at him, Sara suddenly had a very odd smile on her face. She stood up and walked over to where Henry lay. Standing over him with one foot on either slope of his face, she let easy with a flood of piss 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- Song dynasty voice, `` Who pissed on who now ? ``

As she picked up her slacks to lop, she turned back to expression him and added, `` Julie 's right. You definitely pissed up the ill-timed tree when you took on The trine J's and an S. ''

Joan looked down at him and gave one final examination instruction. `` You have five mo to be out of the plant or the security safeguard will take on you down as an armed and dangerous intruder. I think you know what society insurance is in that setting. ``

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

Grabbing his clothing 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 stamp loving upkeep and even some not-so-tender but still loving interaction with Joan, Sara was soon back to being her normal bubbly, naked ego. A workweek after Mr 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 have a professional password in hopes that you might stumble across something and let us bang. We really did n't expect 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 conniption to make things happen. We just dealt with Mr. Whatever-his-name- really-was. ``

'' Someday, you will have the strings tied to you, '' said her Father of the Church. `` And Sara, you now know that you have to trust Joan and the former Js. They will serve you regardless of what anyone else says or threatens. With our backing, they have the magnate to act ... and they know how to use that tycoon. ``

He set his mitt on Sara 's shoulder and looked directly into her eyes 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 year of undergraduate, and there are some heavy 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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