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Julie, Judy, and Joan had been friends since before kindergarten. When their mother car pooled for school events, etc, they spoke of `` picking up The trey J's. '' Teachers, and most of the community soon started referring to them as `` The ternary J's. '' In the fourth part grade, Sara 's female parent went to knead for Julie 's female parent as a cook and housekeeper, and since her mom lived in an flat over the garage, Sara was added to the mix. After that, they became known to their parents, teachers and nigh of the community as `` The Three J 's and an S. ''

To a cracking extent, Sara was always the `` tag along. '' Partly this was because of the departure in economic status. The leash J's were `` from money '' with propagation of refinement and tradition. Sara was `` working class '' who cleaned up well, but remained slightly an outsider. Partly Sara was the odd one out because of physical divergence. The Three J's were from Northern European livestock with pale skin, light hair, and blue oculus. Sara was always slightly shorter, more than slightly less pale, and had dark tomentum and deep brown oculus. But primarily, Sara was the tag along because of the difference in personality.

From their time in pre-school together, The Three J's were all alpha-females with strong personalities and always somewhat of a handful for their parents and their instructor. Sara, on the other handwriting, was Sir Thomas More of a beta, gamma, or even delta personality and tended to prorogue to whatever The tercet J's said or did. Sara was always the quiet little girl in the niche who never caused any problems in class. Still, The trey J's accepted her for what she was, or perhaps despite what she was. Conversely, she accepted The Three J's for what they were and accepted that she was n't quite their equal and would never be as close as these three young woman who had totally grown up together.

The Three J's and an S are now college Juniors who room together in an off-campus apartment. Sara, who has very limited financial way, cooks, cleans and keeps the apartment as her share of the rent, utilities and food. Last January, The Three J's and an S spent wintertime happy chance 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 former in a loving, D/s relationship.

We rejoin them various weeks before the end of the schoolhouse year.

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CHAPTER ONE
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It was a bright, sunny, early April morning when Joan walked into the kitchen with her cell 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 counter. All three turned to look at Joan as she asked, `` What do you require first - the proficient news or the bad news ? ``

'' You may as well give way us the bad word 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 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 sorting of summer job, stood quietly behind the two girls. She did n't require to point her happiness that Joan would not be away from her at all during the summer.

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

'' We do n't make to worry about getting some variety 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 world experience before we graduated .'They pulled some strings and all three of us have paid internships at a local factory. I will be helping rewrite some proficient manual ; Judy will be playing thaumaturgist 's learner in the timbre control lab ; and Julie will be helping set up a new calculator system of rules for human imagination. ``

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

Sara was now loose to smile and show her felicity. Julie and Judy, however, were obviously LE than thrilled. `` I had hoped to be able to spend a lot of time with Kevin this summer, '' whined Julie. `` But they 're 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 piece of work at `` Perfect deary plant life Number 7. '' Perfect PET made and sold everything that you would ever need for a cat, dog, horse, hamster or whatever you wanted. flora figure 7 was a food processing industrial plant. It was extremely sportsmanlike, and the temperature and humidity were very well controlled, but the overwhelming feel of drying pet food for thought permeated the area. Even in the plastered quilt of the office expanse, everything smelled vaguely of pork, beef, Pisces the Fishes, corn, soy and whatever else they were cooking, grinding up, mixing and compressing into `` Perfect Pet Pellets. ``

The first few calendar week went by rather rapidly. The Three J's were obviously enjoying their new adventure into the `` real humans. '' Sara, however, began to maturate Thomas More and Thomas More withdrawn and quiet with each passing day. Although at first 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 take how her day had gone. Even more strangely, Sara began to wear out a nightshirt to bed that she did n't remove even when fixing breakfast for The Three J's.

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

Finally, Joan texted Julie and Judy to meet her during their break so they could talk about the situation. `` Something is terribly wrong, '' began Joan, `` but Sara wo n't talk about it. She just draw in up in a Lucille Ball on the bed and cries. She wo n't let me impact 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 floors and take sample distribution respective times a shift, '' offered Judy. `` I 'll see if I can find out anything. ``

'' I will go through the Recent reports in the estimator and see if there is anything that stands out, '' added Julie. `` I do n't cognise if they realized it, but they gave me a full access parole and I can get to anything on that system. It had to have been a mistake, but I 'm not going to evidence them about it until the end of the summer in event something comes up that I need that a good deal access. ``

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

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CHAPTER TWO
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When Judy went out into the production arena to take the mid-afternoon samples, she intentionally changed her path through the steaming and rattling car so that she would end up in the surface area where Sara was working. She had hoped to see what Sara was doing, but when she got there Sara was nowhere to be seen.

A young Hispanic woman was working as a bag makeweight on one of the older, fully manual of arms machines. Normally, filling 40lb bags on one of the quondam machines was a two someone job. One person loaded empties onto the sloping trough and activated the dumpsite, the early pulled the bag through the sealant, 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 Lester Willis Young woman looked around with a very frightened look on her face. `` I must keep up, '' she said with a heavy accent as she pulled a bag through the sealer. `` I ca n't settle behind in production or I could get fired. Please go away. Please go away. ``

Judy paused for a bit to scan the fair sex '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 calculate right with the color and the olfactory perception seems a little off. I want to assert mix and calibre. ``

A dampen representative answered, `` Fifteen minute shutdown authorized. Remember to complete the notation in the production logarithm when you have cleared it for restart. ``

Judy smiled up at the young woman as her machine suddenly became dumb. `` Maria is it ? Or do you opt 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 friend is in much very bad worry, '' answered Mary. `` She is in the supervisor 's office, but you can not help her. Mr. Swanson is a muscular man ..., and he has many powerful friends. They do each other favor. I can say no more. ``

'' Mary, '' Judy continued. `` I know that you are legal. Why does he scare away you so badly ? What king does Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson have over you ? You can tell me. I have to live in rules of order to help oneself my friend. ``

She lowered her head and sobbed, `` My brothers are not. He knows. He will order his friends in immigration. Before Sara came, it was me in his function. I do n't know what he knows about Sara, but you can not facilitate her. He is muy poderoso jefe. ``

'' What happens in his post ? ``

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

'' What variety of dreaded thing ? ``

Calophyllum longifolium stared silently at the floor, so Judy continued,"I need to know what is happening to my acquaintance .... so I can help her ... and you. ``

'' The first meter he called me to his office, he told me that I was wearing too much clothing and that I should will my underclothes with him. I did n't want to, but he knew my sidekick 's figure and where they lived and where they worked and he said that all he had to do was to call his friends and my brothers would be in jail until they were deported. ``

'' I told him that I would go to the bathroom and convey him back my underwear. He said, 'No chiquita you will strip naked right here and script it to me .'I did, but before he would let me put my clothes back on, he made me fend there and turn slowly around so that he could stare at my body. Finally he let me go back to study. Before I left his place, he said, 'Make sure there is null under those pants but you tomorrow. I 'm going to check .'''

'' The side by side day, naught happened. I thought maybe he had forgotten, but after the afternoon break - almost at quitting time - he called me into his bureau. He showed me pictures that he had taken from before. I was standing there naked in battlefront of him like I was a puta. He said ,'I 'm for certain your mother would like to see this, would n't she ? One clink and that scene goes straight to the village e-mail account. I 'm for certain someone will present 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 crotch. His fly was unzipped and his polla was hanging out. 'Strip !'he yelled. 'And make me happy or your brothers can see your nude ass scene when they finally get back to your sorry ass settlement .'''

Judy stood silently listening to her tale. Blessed Virgin was now weeping heavily and choking out her Word of God. `` I have become his esclava - slave. He uses me however he wants. The camera in his government agency take video. Each time is worse than the last. So that he would n't evidence my Greenwich Village the picture of me defenseless, I suckled his polla. So that he would n't show the TV of that, I allowed him to fuck me. So that he would n't show the telecasting of that to my fellowship, I let him fuck my anus. Now he does whatever he wants. You can not help your friend. She will soon be his esclava intimate like I am. Mr. Gloria Swanson is el Diablo Senor. He is much, much too powerful. You can not help her. She is lost ... like I am. ``

'' I have powerfulness, too, '' answered Judy. She keyed her wireless and spoke, `` piece is slightly light, but within allowance. I recommend cutting the line speed to one half for the rest of the transmutation to preclude powdering. ``

'' Acknowledged, '' came the reply. `` Remember to draw the proper notation on the production schedules. ``

Judy smiled up at Mary. `` Now you can keep up with your production quota without a problem. Tomorrow, as soon as Mr Swanson calls Sara to his authority, I want you to paginate me. Do n't ring 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 take heed it. I also have mighty friends, Maria. You will be safe after tomorrow. ``

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CHAPTER III
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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 mouth Jeff, the in-house grind, into pulling up the security department tv camera feeds from the supervisor 's part in Sara 's area.

When she explained to Jeff that she needed to see what was going on in that office, he shrugged his shoulder and replied, `` I would love to help you, but I would ask a wide-cut access word to open the security TV channels, and they do n't give those out to low-level tech like me. '' He then typecast something into his keyboard and moved aside slightly to show her a security sign-in screen that said in bluff letter of the alphabet, `` Supervisor degree Password Required. ``

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

The covert flickered slightly and a carte appeared listing all of the surety television camera in the total plant, including the office and certificate post areas. `` Wow ! '' exclaimed Jeff. `` Who do you have sex to get that form of word ? ``

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

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

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

'' That 's what the figurer is recording, '' responded Jeff. `` All of the surety photographic camera criminal record to a special crusade that uploads nightly to offsite repositing. It was all set up by the security measure company and ca n't be tampered with. See, there is even a little time stamp in the quoin of the image that the computing machine puts on the epitome as it records. ``

Jeff held his handwriting so that he was pointing to the corner of the screen. He and Julie watched as the time boss slowly counted out the minutes and irregular. `` Wait a instant, '' Jeff suddenly said. `` Something is hinky here. ``

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

'' See that machine in the backcloth ? The one just outside the agency windowpane ? ``

Julie leaned in ending and nodded her oral sex yes.

'' That is one of the new automatic boxer. I program them. All the operator has to do is put the bag on the chute. The machine fills, plication, sews and then stacks the bag on a pallet for shipping. It even rotates the palette a quarter spell after each bag. That machine is running continuously. It should be stopping every 40 bagful to grant a lift operator to shift pallets."

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

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

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

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

'' What 's an override code ? ``

'' It 's a sixteen digit figure that is built into the base operating system of the computer. If you have it, you can override any and all word and exceptional restrictions from command prompting. But only the really big bosses even know it exists, and no one except the CEO and the headman programmer know it. ``

'' Is there any other way ? ``

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

'' 3839 '' blurted Julie.

'' What ! '' yelled Jeff.

'' My parole is OKFIB3839, '' yelled back Julie. I thought it was just a unearthly word that was loose to call back. Try 3839. ``

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

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

He clicked on one of the brochure and then turned to Julie with a scandalize expression on his fount. `` I do n't recollect 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 lizard so Julie could see the image as the video recording played on the screen. Sara was naked and lying across Mr. Swanson 's desk as he thrust into her upturned ass. `` That 's plenty, '' said Julie. Can you copy those file cabinet off onto something for me ? ``

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

A few minute later, Julie placed the small transfer cause in her purse. Before returning to her lab, she used the phone on Jeff 's desk to call her father. After a few tranquillity words, she handed the earpiece to Jeff and said, `` He wants to talk to you. He said you would call for the captain OKFIB for the companywide net to do what he wants you to do. He asked me if I thought I could trust you. I told him that I did. Do n't disappoint me. He said he needs to share some early passwords and addresses with you that no one else can ever hump. ``

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

Later that evening, The Three J's called Sara into the TV room. Joan 's figurer was set up to display on the enceinte covert. `` There is something we have to usher you, '' said Joan softly. She put her hired hand on Sara 's shoulder joint and guided her to one of the big, lenient death chair that sat in figurehead of the TV and then sat on the arm alongside her. Sara wept quietly as the video recording began with her entering Mr. Swanson 's office and removing her clothing. She folded each piece carefully and laid it on the table next to the door. She was not wearing any underwear, but that was not strange for her. What was unusual was that her ass cheeks were mottled with weal and old bruises.

Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson pointed to his crotch and she walked over to his desk and knelt between his legs. Unzipping his pants, she freed his somewhat large putz, which was totally hitch and flaccid. She took it into her mouth and soon it was stiff 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. Swanson stood up and moved between her legs. 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 in conclusion farsighted, 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 clitoris on a minor remote. Suddenly there was speech sound in the video.

Mr. Gloria Swanson 's voiced boomed out of the tv. `` I 'll rate you a seven for today, slit. '' 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 belt. ``

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

Sara again took her seat leaning over the desk. Mr. Swanson removed the swath from his pants and doubled it in his hired man. `` enumeration them ! '' he barked as he brought his arm up above his head.

A tremendous `` cracking ! '' echoed from the television loudspeaker system, followed by Sara 's croak and shaking voice, `` One. ``

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

'' Crack ! ``

'' tercet. ``

'' You can go back to the floor now. retrieve 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 pain, she left the federal agency. The video recording ended shortly thereafter.

Joan cradled Sara in her weaponry as she sobbed and wept for many minutes. When her call began to sink, Joan said softly, `` Sara, we know that he used Maria 's brothers to threaten her and proceed her serenity. What is he using to control you ? ``

'' He knows all about all of us .... everything ... our whole living. He has entree to our college records. He has admittance to our credit reports. He even has admittance to your parent 's tax criminal record. I do n't care about me, but if I do n't do everything he asks, he will put down The 3 J's, and your phratry. ``

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

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

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The next day, shortly after dejeuner, Mr. Swanson walked out onto the production floor and told Sara to come to his office in xv mo. He continued to find out her through the office windows after he got back to his office as she stacked some extra suitcase alongside the political machine so Maria could carry over.

What he did not notice was Maria picking up the base phone. She pressed *19 for a plant-wide page and throughout the full facility, a squawky subject matter came over the speakers, `` admonisher to Judy that a trace up sample is needed on A-43. ``

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

'' What is this ? '' sputtered Mr. Swanson. I did n't forebode 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 expression of my father 's, '' began Judy, `` You pissed up the awry tree this clip. ``

'' You 're the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree I will piss on, '' he said with a sneer, looking directly as Sara.

Julie took a small notebook from her pocket. `` Dr. Henry Walcott, prof of Psychology ... Dismissed for abusing female students under the pretense of research into slavish behaviour. ''

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 guilty and assume mandatory counseling and group therapy. But seven calendar month after you started therapy, suddenly all record book of your crime ... and of your lifetime disappeared ... So did you. Two former members of your therapy group disappeared at the same clip - two brothers who were expert drudge with a weakness for kiddie porn. Their track record also disappeared with them. ``

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

He punched several button on the earphone. Nothing happened.

'' You are properly, 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 trio J's are NOT submissive ! ! ! ``

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

As if to punctuate her input, the plant-wide page number system boomed out. `` This is Mrs Harriet Walker, the plant superintendent. All proletarian are to leave the plant quickly and in good guild. You have time to stop by the changing rooms, but do not stop to lavish. We have a situation in the cooling system that could turn dangerous in a few 60 minutes and are evacuating the plant before beginning repairs. All employees will be paid for the full work shift. ``

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

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

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

'' Mine is top dog Legal Officer, '' said Joan.

Julie stepped in front of him. `` Jeff in IT back-tracked all accession to your little videos. Brian and Billy got a visit from homeland security measure early this sunup. They thought it was safe to entree the plant life network directly rather than through all the proxies they use for hacking. They are very respectable hackers. They can get into anywhere, even heavily-secured government systems. It seems that the FBI and motherland Security have been trying for month to figure out who was hacking into the Pentagon and IRS computer system, but the transfer paths were too well concealed. However, once they had the black net URL and enshroud IP addresses that Jeff tracked down, it all fell into billet. I think billy goat and Brian's new address will be an undisclosed secure prison localization with no Windows and no computer admittance - except what the Government might want them to experience .'''

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

Joan spun his president another stern act. `` And that senatorial aide who took care of matter for you in Booker Taliaferro Washington ... he lost mastery of his car on the bypass this forenoon and died in the lead accident. That was n't really part of dad 's plan, but you can never tell how far politicians will go to nullify a really smutty scandal. ``

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

When Mr. Swanson / Walcott did n't move, 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 maria and Sofie and Carmen. I do n't guess you have met their brothers. I said, 'Strip !'''

H stood and fumbled with his clothing with shaking hands.

Sara walked over to William Henry 's desk, removed her slacks and sat down in his death chair. She pointed at her private parts and said, `` Let 's see how expert a job you can do. '' She then scooted down and spread her legs to expose her pussy.

Henry looked around the room and started to pace towards the door, but it was blocked by the eight brothers. Defeated, he sank to his genu and nuzzled into Sara 's waiting cunt. After a few moments, she began to groan softly and grabbed his chief to force him tighter into her private parts. Soon she was using his hair to pull his cheek across her clit. Finally, she squeezed tightly with her second joint and held his head tightly between her legs with her deal. After a few moments, he began to fight for air. A few minutes later, he began to go limp. Sara released him and he dropped to the trading floor gasping for breath.

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

Again Henry looked for potential escape, but again, he recognized the hopelessness of his position. He leaned over the border of his own desk as Maria stepped between his legs and throw forward with the punishing, shaping peg. Had there been anyone left in the plant to learn him, everyone would have heard his scream. As it was, the security guards at the Bill Gates vaguely heard something, but they had been instructed to ignore anything and everything unless they were called into the plant by someone with the right pass phrase.

Eventually, henry 's screams and rallying cry subsided and Calophyllum longifolium stopped her onset on his ass.

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

'' I would rate you at one-half, '' added Sara, so the norm is still zero. `` 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 rap, '' he answered weakly.

'' That 's exactly what it means, '' answered Sara. `` But since I do n't reckon I could swing hard enough and neither could Maria, we are going to let the brothers handle this. By the way, special granting immunity paperwork was filed overnight. They are all now legal with valid fleeceable identity card. ``

Two of the vauntingly Mexican men came over and forced H 's chest onto the desk. One of the others slipped off his smash 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 gimcrack `` crack cocaine ! '' and a screeching from Henry.

Nine more cracks echoed through the room, each was followed by a long sidesplitter from the former floor supervisor. When the first pal was finished, he took the office of one of the men holding henry down on the desk.

Ten more crack echoed through the room. 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 small whine. After the last Brother was finished, the three Mexican women and their crony left the office.

Julie lifted Patrick Henry 's foreland from the desk and spoke directly to him. `` You have 48 60 minutes to bend yourself into the police under your own, true name. If you do not, we will witness you, and we will deliver you to Maria 's village in United Mexican States. I think they will be gladiola to see you. ``

Judy continued the educational activity, `` If you attempt to tell anyone what has happened to you here today, your records will be changed to suggest 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. ``

Henry 's eyes were astray with fear as Joan finished with, `` Your depository financial institution news report are empty. Your car is officially listed as stolen. Your sign has been foreclosed and cleaned out. There is no seat you can run that we can not find you. ``

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

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

Joan looked down at him and gave one final exam instruction. `` You have five moment to be out of the plant or the protection guards will shoot you down as an armed and unsafe intruder. I think you know what ship's company insurance policy is in that circumstance. ``

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

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

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

'' We were n't sure enough what was going on in the works, '' began Julie 's dad. `` But we knew that something was terribly wrong. We arranged for Julie to have a master password in Bob Hope that you might stumble across something and let us do it. We really did n't carry you to palm it so well more or less on your own. ``

'' It was n't exactly on our own, '' answered Joan. `` After we contacted you, you pulled a lot of strings behind the scenes to arrive at things happen. We just apportion with Mr. Whatever-his-name- really-was. ``

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

He set his hand on Sara 's berm and looked directly into her heart as he added, `` Someday people will speak in awe of The triplet J's and their loyal S. Just do n't let it go to your principal before you finish college. ``

Turning to case 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 doctorate. I am sure you have many escapade yet to issue forth. ``

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