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scope Prelude
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Julie, Judy, and Joan had been Quaker since before kindergarten. When their female parent car pooled for shoal issue, etc, they spoke of `` picking up The ternary J's. '' Teachers, and to the highest degree of the community soon started referring to them as `` The ternary J's. '' In the fourth grade, Sara 's mother went to shape for Julie 's female parent 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, teachers and nearly of the residential area as `` The Three J 's and an S. ''

To a bang-up 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 propagation of polish and tradition. Sara was `` working year '' who cleaned up well, but remained slightly an foreigner. Partly Sara was the odd one out because of physical differences. The tercet J's were from northerly European Malcolm stock with pale hide, light hair, and blue eye. Sara was always slightly unretentive, more than slightly LE pale, and had dark hair and cryptic brown oculus. But primarily, Sara was the tag along because of the remainder in personality.

From their clock time in pre-school together, The trinity J's were all alpha-females with strong personalities and always somewhat of a fistful for their parents and their instructor. Sara, on the other hand, was more of a beta, gamma, or even delta personality and tended to defer to whatever The Three J's said or did. Sara was always the calm down little girl in the corner who never caused any problem in division. Still, The Three J's accepted her for what she was, or perhaps despite what she was. Conversely, she accepted The trey 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 girls who had totally grown up together.

The threesome J's and an S are now college Juniors who way together in an off-campus apartment. Sara, who has very limited financial agency, James Cook, clean and keeps the apartment as her share of the rent, service program and intellectual nourishment. cobbler's last January, The Three J's and an S spent Winter shift 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 kinship.

We rejoin them several hebdomad before the end of the school year.

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

Julie and Judy were sitting at the kitchen table finishing breakfast. Sara, clad only in her black velvet collar, was cleaning up the rejoinder. All three turned to depend at Joan as she asked, `` What do you desire kickoff - the good news or the bad tidings ? ``

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

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

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 depict her happiness that Joan would not be away from her at all during the summer.

'' And the dependable news program is ? ... '' asked Judy.

'' We do n't have to interest about getting some kind 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 calendar week and discussed the fact that we 'needed some real world experience before we graduated .'They pulled some strings and all three of us have paid internships at a local manufactory. I will be helping rewrite some technological manuals ; Judy will be playing thaumaturgist 's prentice in the quality control lab ; and Julie will be helping set up a new computer system for man 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 factory floor would. So, they arranged for you to be a summer transposition on the output line. It might be a footling boring, but it will pay twice or maybe three-bagger what you could cause at that waitress job you were looking at. ``

Sara was now release 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 clip with Kevin this summer, '' whined Julie. `` But they 're right, '' she continued. `` Oklahoman 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 deuce-ace J's and an S reported for oeuvre at `` Perfect Pets Plant bit 7. '' Perfect favorite made and sold everything that you would ever postulate for a cat, dog, horse cavalry, hamster or whatever you wanted. Plant issue 7 was a food processing plant. It was extremely clean, and the temperature and humidity were very well controlled, but the overwhelming tone of drying pet intellectual nourishment permeated the area. Even in the varnish solace of the office area, everything smelled vaguely of pork, beef, Pisces, 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 `` tangible world. '' Sara, however, began to originate more than and more withdrawn and hush with each passing day. Although at maiden 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 asked how her day had gone. Even more strangely, Sara began to fag out a nightshirt to bed that she did n't absent even when fixing breakfast for The deuce-ace J's.

The Three J 's experience very well that Sara was a submissive exhibitionist who had no trouble 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 consistence, something was definitely wrong, and it had something to do with Perfect favorite works Number 7.

Finally, Joan texted Julie and Judy to assemble her during their break so they could talk about the situation. `` Something is terribly wrong, '' began Joan, `` but Sara wo n't talk about it. She just loop up in a ball on the bed and cries. 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 production base and take samples several times a fracture, '' offered Judy. `` I 'll see if I can rule out anything. ``

'' I will go through the recent account in the computer and see if there is anything that stands out, '' added Julie. `` I do n't know if they realized it, but they gave me a full entree password and I can get to anything on that arrangement. It had to have been a mistake, 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 a great deal memory access. ``

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

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CHAPTER TWO
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When Judy went out into the production field to take the mid-afternoon sampling, she intentionally changed her itinerary through the steaming and rattling motorcar 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 Edward Young Hispanic char was working as a bag makeweight on one of the honest-to-goodness, fully manual machine. Normally, filling 40lb bags on one of the older machines was a two soul job. One person loaded empties onto the chute and activated the dump, the early pulled the bag through the sealer, which sewed the top of the bag shut, and stacked the bag on a pallet. This girl was doing both.

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

The Pres Young woman looked around with a very frightened look on her font. `` I must keep up, '' she said with a sound accent as she pulled a bag through the sealer. `` I ca n't pass behind in production or I could get fired. Please go away. Please go away. ``

Judy paused for a moment to understand 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 count decently with the color and the odor seems a little off. I want to verify mix and caliber. ``

A muffled voice answered, `` Fifteen minute shutdown authorized. Remember to finish the notation in the production logs when you have cleared it for restart. ``

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

'' Your booster is in much very bad worry, '' answered Madonna. `` She is in the supervisor 's post, but you can not avail her. Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson is a hefty man ..., and he has many powerful friends. They do each other favor. I can say no more. ``

'' The Virgin, '' Judy continued. `` I know that you are effectual. Why does he frighten away you so badly ? What force does Mr. Swanson have over you ? You can recount me. I have to fuck in order to avail my Quaker. ``

She lowered her forefront and sobbed, `` My pal 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 serve her. He is muy poderoso jefe. ``

'' What happens in his power ? ``

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

'' What kind of awful affair ? ``

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

'' The showtime time he called me to his business office, he told me that I was wearing too much clothing and that I should leave my underwear with him. I did n't want to, but he knew my brother 's gens and where they lived and where they worked and he said that all he had to do was to call in his Friend and my brothers would be in poky until they were deported. ``

'' I told him that I would go to the lavatory and bring him back my underclothes. He said, 'No chiquita you will undress raw right here and hand it to me .'I did, but before he would let me put my clothes back on, he made me brook there and change state slowly around so that he could stare at my body. Finally he let me go back to work. Before I left his role, he said, 'Make sure there is nothing under those pants but you tomorrow. I 'm going to check .'''

'' The next day, zilch happened. I thought maybe he had forgotten, but after the good afternoon break - almost at quitting prison term - he called me into his office. He showed me pictures that he had taken from before. I was standing there naked in straw man of him like I was a puta. He said ,'I 'm indisputable your mother would wish to see this, would n't she ? One pawl and that picture goes straight to the Village e-mail chronicle. I 'm for sure individual 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 glad or your comrade can see your naked ass pictures when they finally get back to your sorry ass village .'''

Judy stood silently listening to her tale. Virgin Mary was now weeping heavily and choking out her Word. `` I have become his esclava - hard worker. He uses me however he wants. The camera in his office proceeds video. Each clock time is tough than the last. So that he would n't demonstrate 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 present the television of that to my family, I let him fuck my anus. Now he does whatever he wants. You can not serve your friend. She will soon be his esclava intimate like I am. Mr. Swanson is el Diablo Senor. He is much, much too mighty. You can not help oneself her. She is lost ... like I am. ``

'' I have force, too, '' answered Judy. She keyed her radio receiver and spoke, `` Composition is slightly light, but within tolerances. I recommend cutting the phone line speed to one one-half for the residuum of the shifting to prevent powdering. ``

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

Judy smiled up at Blessed Virgin. `` Now you can keep up with your production quota without a trouble. Tomorrow, as soon as Mr Gloria Swanson calls Sara to his function, I want you to page me. Do n't call off me, paginate me and say, 'Reminder to Judy that a follow up sample is needed on A-43 .'Say it just like that, OK ? I am not the only one who will listen it. I also have powerful protagonist, 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 recognise what she had learned. Julie said that she would go down to IT and see if she could talk Jeff, the in-house wonk, into pulling up the security television camera feeds from the supervisor 's office staff in Sara 's area.

When she explained to Jeff that she needed to see what was going on in that office, he shrugged his berm and replied, `` I would enjoy to serve you, but I would demand a wax access password to open the security department video channels, and they do n't give those out to low-level tech like me. '' He then type something into his keyboard and moved aside slightly to usher her a security sign-in covert that said in boldface letters, `` Supervisor point watchword Required. ``

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

The sieve flickered slightly and a menu appeared listing all of the security measure tv camera in the entire plant life, including the berth and security department function areas. `` Wow ! '' exclaimed Jeff. `` Who do you have sex to get that sort of word ? ``

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

Jeff selected the camera labeled `` Office - Production 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 powerful, '' said Julie. `` I know Sara is in there. ``

'' That 's what the computing device is recording, '' responded Jeff. `` All of the security system television camera book to a special driving that uploads nightly to offsite storage. It was all set up by the security company and ca n't be tampered with. See, there is even a little time stamp in the corner of the image that the information processing system puts on the image as it records. ``

Jeff held his hand so that he was pointing to the quoin of the sieve. He and Julie watched as the meter tender slowly counted out the minutes and seconds. `` Wait a minute, '' Jeff suddenly said. `` Something is hinky here. ``

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

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

Julie leaned in close and nodded her head yes.

'' That is one of the new automatic baggers. I computer programme them. All the operator has to do is put the bag on the chute. The machine fill, fold, sews and then stacks the bag on a pallet for shipping. It even rotates the pallet a quarter go after each bag. That machine is running continuously. It should be stopping every 40 handbag to appropriate a raising operator to change pallets."

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

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

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

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

'' What 's an override code ? ``

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

'' Is there any other way ? ``

'' Well, if you have a captain countersign, you can use the overide key. That is the first four fingerbreadth of the computer code. With a master key parole and the nullification key, the calculator generates the rest of the code using a Fibonacci algorithm. But even with a maestro password, without the override key Fibonacci start episode there is no way I could do anything. You do n't pass to hump the OKFib, do you ? ``

'' 3839 '' blurted Julie.

'' What ! '' yelled Jeff.

'' My parole is OKFIB3839, '' yelled back Julie. I thought it was just a weird word that was easy to recollect. Try 3839. ``

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

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

He clicked on one of the leaflet 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 kind of very serious trouble. ``

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

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

A few mo later, Julie placed the small transferee private road in her purse. Before returning to her lab, she used the phone on Jeff 's desk to bid her Fatherhood. After a few tranquillity Christian Bible, she handed the phone to Jeff and said, `` He wants to babble out to you. He said you would demand the master OKFIB for the companywide network to do what he wants you to do. He asked me if I thought I could hope you. I told him that I did. Do n't disappoint me. He said he needs to share some early watchword and reference with you that no one else can ever know. ``

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

Later that evening, The tercet J's called Sara into the TV room. Joan 's reckoner was set up to display on the turgid sieve. `` There is something we have to prove you, '' said Joan softly. She put her hand on Sara 's shoulder and guided her to one of the big, soft death chair 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 adjacent to the room access. She was not wearing any underwear, but that was not strange for her. What was unusual was that her ass cheeks were mottled with weal and old bruises.

Mr. Gloria Swanson pointed to his crotch and she walked over to his desk and knelt between his legs. Unzipping his pants, she freed his somewhat large motherfucker, which was totally gimp and flaccid. She took it into her back talk and soon it was unwavering and ready. 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 pegleg. There was no sound, but her scream was obvious as he thrust suddenly and deeply into her ass and immediately began pumping. He did n't last prospicient, but to Sara it must induce seemed like an eternity. Finally he finished and withdrew his now limp incision from her ass. He reached over to his desk and pressed a push button on a small-scale remote. Suddenly there was sound in the video.

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

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

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

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

A tremendous `` fracture ! '' echoed from the video speakers, followed by Sara 's give-up the ghost and trembling voice, `` One. ``

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

'' shot ! ``

'' ternion. ``

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

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

Joan cradled Sara in her subdivision as she sobbed and wept for many minutes. When her battle cry began to sink, Joan said softly, `` Sara, we know that he used mare 's brothers to threaten her and celebrate her quiet. What is he using to control you ? ``

'' He knows all about all of us .... everything ... our whole lives. He has access to our college record. He has access to our course credit study. He even has access 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 Three J's, and your families. ``

Sara stood up and faced The Three J's. `` He has very powerful protagonist. He can modify your school records. He can switch your parent 's tax record book. He can even erase any record that you were ever born. I could n't tell you. He said that if I did, he would call his admirer and it would all be over. He also said that if anything happened to him, his very powerful friend would retaliate against you. ``

'' The Three J's have some powerful admirer, too, Sara. Tomorrow, when he calls you into his function, Maria will apprise Julie and she will squall 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 office, just stand by the door. Do n't train off your clothing, and do n't say anything to him unless you absolutely have to. Let The threesome J's handle this. ``

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CHAPTER Little Joe
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The future day, shortly after lunch, Mr. Swanson walked out onto the yield floor and told Sara to come to his office in fifteen bit. He continued to watch her through the authority windows after he got back to his office as she stacked some extra bags alongside the simple machine so Maria could take over.

What he did not bill was mare picking up the trading floor sound. She pressed *19 for a plant-wide page and throughout the stallion facility, a squawky message came over the speakers, `` monitor to Judy that a follow up sample is needed on A-43. ``

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

'' What is this ? '' sputtered Mr. Swanson. I did n't bid for you three. Go back to your jobs. 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 grammatical construction of my beginner 's, '' began Judy, `` You pissed up the wrong tree this clock time. ``

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

Julie took a pocket-size notebook from her pocket. `` Dr. Henry Walcott, professor of Psychology ... Dismissed for abusing female students under the pretense of research into slavish behavior. ''

She closed the notebook. `` You were very good at detecting subservient personalities and exploiting them, Dr. Walcott. The university wanted to keep everything quiet, so you pled hangdog and accepted mandatory counsel and group therapy. But seven months after you started therapy, suddenly all records of your crime ... and of your life disappeared ... So did you. Two former fellow member of your therapy grouping disappeared at the same time - two brothers who were expert hackers with a impuissance for kiddie porn. Their records also disappeared with them. ``

Mr Swanson - Joseph 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 various release on the phone. goose egg happened.

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

Henry stared at her with an expression that combined angriness and scorn. Julie took over and continued where Judy had left off, `` ... And we have much more mightily friends than you have. ``

As if to accent her remarks, the plant-wide page number system boomed out. `` This is Mrs. Harriet Walker, the plant super. All workers are to impart the industrial plant quickly and in goodness order. You have time to kibosh by the changing rooms, but do not block up to shower. We have a situation in the cooling organisation that could turn dangerous in a few hours and are evacuating the works before beginning repairs. All employees will be paid for the entire shift. ``

Patrick Henry stared out the position windows as all machine came to a arrest and prole started filing to the expiration. `` That was my auntie, '' explained Julie.

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

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

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

Julie stepped in front of him. `` Jeff in IT back-tracked all memory access to your small video recording. Brian and Billy got a visit from homeland certificate early this morning. They thought it was safe to access the plant life network directly rather than through all the proxies they use for hacking. They are very trade good hackers. They can get into anywhere, even heavily-secured government systems. It seems that the FBI and Homeland security measure have been trying for months to project out who was hacking into the pentagon and IRS computer systems, but the transfer paths were too well concealed. However, once they had the inglorious net universal resource locator and hide IP addresses that Jeff tracked down, it all fell into spot. I think Billy and Brian's new name and address will be an unrevealed secure prison location with no windows and no calculator approach - except what the governance might desire them to have .'''

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 authorities this morning. He made the error of trying to run. They do n't take that very well down there. He will probably live on, but it will be a long meter before he ever sees the sun again. ``

Joan spun his hot seat another quarter turn of events. `` And that senatorial adjutant who took fear of things for you in WA ... he lost control condition of his car on the bypass this good morning and died in the result accident. That was n't really part of dad 's design, but you can never evidence how far politicians will go to avoid a really nasty scandal. ``

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

When Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson / Walcott did n't impress, she walked over to the doorway and opened it. Maria and two other women 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 crony. I said, 'Strip !'''

henry stood and fumbled with his clothing with shaking hands.

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

H looked around the elbow room and started to step towards the threshold, but it was blocked by the eight brothers. Defeated, he sank to his knee and nuzzled into Sara 's waiting cunt. After a few bit, she began to moan softly and grabbed his head to force him tighter into her genital organ. Soon she was using his hair's-breadth to commit his face across her clitoris. Finally, she squeezed tightly with her thigh and held his head tightly between her peg with her mitt. After a few moments, he began to struggle for air. A few minutes later, he began to go limp. Sara released him and he dropped to the story gasping for breath.

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

Again Henry looked for possible escape, but again, he recognized the hopelessness of his situation. He leaned over the bound of his own desk as mare stepped between his legs and thrust forward with the hard, plastic peg. Had there been anyone left in the plant to hear him, everyone would throw heard his scream. As it was, the security department 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 soul with the mighty passing phrase.

Eventually, Henry 's screams and cries subsided and Maria stopped her barrage on his ass.

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

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

Henry remained silent.

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

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

'' That 's exactly what it means, '' answered Sara. `` But since I do n't think I could swing hard enough and neither could Maria, we are going to let the buddy handle this. By the way, exceptional granting immunity paperwork was filed overnight. They are all now sound with valid William Green cards. ``

Two of the large Mexican men came over and forced Henry 's dresser 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 `` Crack ! '' and a scream from Henry.

Nine Thomas More cracks echoed through the room, each was followed by a long scream from the former base supervisor. When the world-class brother was finished, he took the topographic point of one of the men holding Henry down on the desk.

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

Each of the brothers took their turn with the belt. After the fourth brother, there were no more screams, just belittled whine. After the endure brother was finished, the three Mexican women and their brothers left the office.

Julie lifted William Henry 's question from the desk and spoke directly to him. `` You have 48 hours to turn yourself into the police under your own, lawful gens. If you do not, we will find you, and we will deliver you to mare 's village in Mexico. I think they will be happy to see you. ``

Judy continued the instructions, `` If you attempt to severalise 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 chance to you when they take you back inside. ``

Henry 's eyes were wide with fear as Joan finished with, `` Your banking company accounts are empty. Your car is officially listed as stolen. Your theatre has been foreclosed and cleaned out. There is no place you can run that we can not find you. ``

Joseph Henry rolled off the desk and lay cheek up on the agency floor. Looking down at him, Sara suddenly had a very odd smile on her face. She stood up and walked over to where Patrick Henry lay. Standing over him with one foot on either side of meat of his font, she let loose with a flood of urine which she swept up and down his trunk by rocking her pelvic girdle back and Forth River. 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 dress, she turned back to face him and added, `` Julie 's rightfield. You definitely pissed up the wrong tree diagram when you took on The troika J's and an S. ''

Joan looked down at him and gave one net educational activity. `` You have five minutes to be out of the works or the security measure guards will take you down as an armed and severe intruder. I think you know what troupe insurance policy is in that setting. ``

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

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

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

'' We were n't trusted what was going on in the plant, '' began Julie 's dad. `` But we knew that something was terribly wrong. We arranged for Julie to give a master password in hopes that you might stumble across something and let us roll in the hay. 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 picture to make things happen. We just distribute with Mr. Whatever-his-name- really-was. ``

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

He set his helping hand on Sara 's articulatio humeri and looked directly into her optic as he added, `` Someday people will speak in awe of The Three J's and their fast S. Just do n't let it go to your headway before you finish college. ``

turn to boldness Joan, Julie and Judy, he finished with, `` You all have another year of undergraduate, and there are some laborious eld yet to go before you get your doctorates. I am sure you have many dangerous undertaking yet to come. ``

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