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Julie, Judy, and Joan had been admirer since before kindergarten. When their mother car pooled for school issue, etc, they spoke of `` picking up The three J's. '' teacher, and most of the community soon started referring to them as `` The three J's. '' In the fourthly form, Sara 's mother went to work for Julie 's mother as a cook and housekeeper, and since her mom lived in an apartment over the garage, Sara was added to the mix. After that, they became known to their parents, instructor and most of the community of interests as `` The Three J 's and an S. ''

To a great extent, Sara was always the `` tag along. '' Partly this was because of the dispute in economical status. The triplet J's were `` from money '' with generations of elaboration and tradition. Sara was `` working division '' who cleaned up well, but remained slightly an outsider. Partly Sara was the odd one out because of physical differences. The Three J's were from northern European stock with blench skin, light fuzz, and blue eyes. Sara was always slightly forgetful, Thomas More than slightly LE pale, and had dark hair and deep brown eyes. But primarily, Sara was the tag along because of the remainder 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 teachers. Sara, on the other paw, was more of a genus Beta, da Gamma, or even delta personality and tended to accede to whatever The troika J's said or did. Sara was always the quiet little girl in the corner who never caused any problems in category. 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 girls who had totally grown up together.

The Three J's and an S are now college Jr who elbow room together in an off-campus apartment. Sara, who has very restrict financial means, cooks, cleans and keeps the apartment as her share of the rent, utilities and solid food. Last January, The trio J's and an S spent Winter Break at a ski cabin time-shared by Joan 's father. While there, Judy met Ron, Julie met Kevin, and Sara and Joan finally admitted to themselves what everyone else already knew ..., that they were strongly attracted to each other in a loving, D/s relationship.

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

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It was a shiny, sunny, former April first light when Joan walked into the kitchen with her cellphone in mitt and announced, `` I have some good news program and some bad news. ''

Julie and Judy were sitting at the kitchen table finishing breakfast. Sara, clad only in her black velvet dog collar, was cleaning up the counter. All three turned to count at Joan as she asked, `` What do you want first - the soundly news or the bad intelligence ? ``

'' You may as well give us the bad news 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 present moment before continuing. Then she said, `` The bad word is that we are not going anywhere over the summertime. ``

Julie and Judy both groaned. Sara, who had been planning on staying in Ithiel Town and working some kind of summer job, stood quietly behind the two girl. She did n't want to show her happiness that Joan would not be away from her at all during the summer.

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

'' We do n't deliver to worry about getting some sort of internship onto our sketch 's. '' answered Joan.

Julie, Judy and Sara all looked at her as Julie asked, `` And what does that mean ? ``

'' Our parents evidently got together hold out week and discussed the fact that we 'needed some rattling humans experience before we graduated .'They pulled some drawstring and all three of us have paid internships at a local manufactory. I will be helping rewrite some proficient manuals ; Judy will be playing sorcerer 's apprentice in the quality command lab ; and Julie will be helping set up a new computer arrangement for human resources. ``

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

Sara was now relieve to smile and usher her happiness. Julie and Judy, however, were obviously less than thrilled. `` I had hoped to be able to spend a lot of clock time with Kevin this summer, '' whined Julie. `` But they 're right, '' she continued. `` Sooner or later we have to do some sort of internship. We might as well get it out of the way this summer. ``

And so on the initiatory Monday of June, The tierce J's and an S reported for work at `` perfect tense pet Plant Number 7. '' Perfect Pets made and sold everything that you would ever require for a cat, dog, horse, hamster or whatever you wanted. Plant number 7 was a food processing plant. It was extremely fairly, and the temperature and humidity were very well controlled, but the overwhelming smell of drying pet food permeated the field. Even in the seal off quilt of the part expanse, everything smelled vaguely of pork, beef cattle, fish, corn whisky, soy and whatever else they were cooking, grinding up, mixing and compressing into `` perfective Pet pellet. ``

The low few workweek went by rather rapidly. The triad J's were obviously enjoying their new adventure into the `` real number world. '' Sara, however, began to spring up more and Thomas More withdrawn and quiet with each passing day. Although at first she would quite willingly portion 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 wear a nightshirt to bed that she did n't bump off even when fixing breakfast for The Three J's.

The ternary J 's knew very well that Sara was a slavish exhibitionist who had no job showing her eubstance to anyone and everyone. She loved to run around the apartment nude and would probably go to class au naturel 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 tense deary plant routine 7.

Finally, Joan texted Julie and Judy to meet her during their geological fault so they could talk about the situation. `` Something is terribly wrong, '' began Joan, `` but Sara wo n't blab about it. She just coil up in a testicle on the bed and cries. She wo n't let me tint 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 product base and take sample several times a switching, '' offered Judy. `` I 'll see if I can find out anything. ``

'' I will go through the late reports in the computer and see if there is anything that stands out, '' added Julie. `` I do n't live if they realized it, but they gave me a wide-cut access countersign and I can get to anything on that organization. It had to throw been a mistake, but I 'm not going to tell them about it until the end of the summer in subject something comes up that I need that much access. ``

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

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

A Edward Young Hispanic womanhood was working as a bag filler on one of the quondam, fully manual political machine. Normally, filling 40lb bags on one of the older car was a two mortal job. One person loaded empties onto the chute and activated the dumpsite, the former 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 immature woman looked around with a very frightened facial expression on her case. `` I must keep up, '' she said with a heavy stress as she pulled a bag through the sealer. `` I ca n't fall behind in output or I could get fired. Please go away. Please go away. ``

Judy paused for a bit 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 wait aright with the color and the aroma seems a footling off. I want to swear mix and tone. ``

A muffled vocalization answered, `` Fifteen minute closure authorized. Remember to complete the notation in the product logs when you have cleared it for restart. ``

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

'' Your champion is in a lot very bad difficulty, '' answered Blessed Virgin. `` She is in the executive program 's office, but you can not help oneself her. Mr. Swanson is a sinewy man ..., and he has many powerful champion. They do each other party favor. I can say no more than. ``

'' Mary, '' Judy continued. `` I know that you are sound. Why does he scare you so badly ? What power does Mr. Swanson have over you ? You can state me. I have to have it away in order to facilitate my admirer. ``

She lowered her head and sobbed, `` My brothers are not. He knows. He will differentiate his admirer in immigration. Before Sara came, it was me in his berth. 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 office ? ``

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

'' What variety of terrible things ? ``

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

'' The start meter he called me to his authority, he told me that I was wearing too much clothing and that I should impart my underwear with him. I did n't want to, but he knew my brother 's names and where they lived and where they worked and he said that all he had to do was to call his friends and my brothers would be in pokey until they were deported. ``

'' I told him that I would go to the lav and bring him back my underclothes. He said, 'No chiquita you will strip naked right hand here and hand it to me .'I did, but before he would let me put my clothes back on, he made me digest there and turn slowly around so that he could stare at my body. Finally he let me go back to work. Before I left his authority, he said, 'Make sure there is nothing under those drawers but you tomorrow. I 'm going to insure .'''

'' The next day, nothing happened. I thought maybe he had forgotten, but after the afternoon break - almost at quitting prison term - he called me into his government agency. He showed me pictures that he had taken from before. I was standing there naked in forepart of him like I was a puta. He said ,'I 'm for certain your mother would like to see this, would n't she ? One dog and that film goes straight to the village email business relationship. I 'm sure person will show it to her .'''

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

'' He smiled at me .'I just want what every man wants ,'he said. Then he pointed down at his genital organ. His fly was unzipped and his polla was hanging out. 'Strip !'he yelled. 'And make me happy or your sidekick can see your naked ass icon when they finally get back to your sorry ass village .'''

Judy stood silently listening to her story. Virgin Mary was now weeping heavily and choking out her speech. `` I have become his esclava - hard worker. He uses me however he wants. The television camera in his situation return videos. Each time is uncollectible than the final stage. So that he would n't show my village the picture of me naked, I suckled his polla. So that he would n't bear witness the video of that, I allowed him to fuck me. So that he would n't show the video of that to my kin, I let him fuck my anus. Now he does whatever he wants. You can not help oneself your protagonist. 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, `` paper is slightly get off, but within tolerances. I recommend cutting the line speed to one one-half for the rest of the shift to prevent powdering. ``

'' Acknowledged, '' came the response. `` Remember to have the right annotation on the output schedules. ``

Judy smiled up at Blessed Virgin. `` Now you can sustain up with your output quota without a trouble. Tomorrow, as soon as Mr Swanson calls Sara to his office, I want you to page me. Do n't scream me, page me and say, 'Reminder to Judy that a be up sample is needed on A-43 .'Say it just like that, OK ? I am not the only when one who will discover it. I also have powerful admirer, Maria. You will be safe after tomorrow. ``

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Judy hurried back to her lab and called Julie and Joan to let them have it away what she had learned. Julie said that she would go down to IT and see if she could talk Jeff, the in-house swot, into pulling up the certificate tv camera feeds from the supervisor 's role in Sara 's area.

When she explained to Jeff that she needed to see what was going on in that office, he shrugged his shoulders and replied, `` I would fuck to help you, but I would necessitate a full access countersign to open the security system video epithelial duct, and they do n't give those out to low-level technical school like me. '' He then type something into his keyboard and moved aside slightly to show her a security measure sign-in screen that said in bold letters, `` supervisory program point Password Required. ``

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

The concealment flickered slightly and a carte du jour appeared listing all of the surety cameras in the entire flora, including the office and security office staff area. `` Wow ! '' exclaimed Jeff. `` Who do you be intimate to get that kind of password ? ``

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

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

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

'' That 's what the data processor is recording, '' responded Jeff. `` All of the security television camera record to a special thrust 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 footling fourth dimension mold in the corner of the image that the computer puts on the image as it records. ``

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

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

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

Julie leaned in close and nodded her head yes.

'' That is one of the new machinelike boxer. I platform them. All the hustler has to do is put the bag on the chute. The machine fills, crimp, sews and then stacks the bag on a pallet for shipping. It even rotates the pallet a quarter routine after each bag. That machine is running continuously. It should be stopping every 40 bags to allow a lift operator to change pallets."

He squinted carefully at the screen. `` And the superlative of the push-down stack on the pallet is n't changing. ``

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

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

'' I would need memory access to the raw TV provender, '' 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 computer code. ``

'' What 's an reverse codification ? ``

'' It 's a XVI digit bit that is built into the base operating arrangement of the computer. If you have it, you can overthrow any and all countersign and exceptional restrictions from command command prompt. But only the really big party boss even know it exists, and no one except the CEO and the gaffer programmer know it. ``

'' Is there any other way ? ``

'' Well, if you have a master parole, you can use the overide key. That is the first four digits of the code. With a master key parole and the override key, the computer generates the repose of the computer code using a Fibonacci algorithm. But even with a master password, without the override key Fibonacci start succession there is no way I could do anything. You do n't fall out to make love the OKFib, do you ? ``

'' 3839 '' blurted Julie.

'' What ! '' yelled Jeff.

'' My password is OKFIB3839, '' yelled back Julie. I thought it was just a weird Scripture that was well-off to remember. Try 3839. ``

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

'' The master television is going into respective hidden booklet. There are a lot of telecasting stored there, including the grommet that is replacing the camera provender. They have special word and look like they can be accessed only from one national and three international links. ''

He clicked on one of the folder and then turned to Julie with a shocked expression on his look. `` I do n't believe 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 fuss. ``

Jeff moved away from the varan so Julie could see the image as the video played on the screen. Sara was naked and lying across Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson 's desk as he thrust into her upturned ass. `` That 's enough, '' said Julie. Can you copy those files off onto something for me ? ``

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

A few moments later, Julie placed the pocket-sized transference private road in her purse. Before returning to her lab, she used the phone on Jeff 's desk to call her sire. After a few repose words, she handed the earpiece to Jeff and said, `` He wants to talk to you. He said you would postulate the master OKFIB for the companywide network to do what he wants you to do. He asked me if I thought I could rely you. I told him that I did. Do n't disappoint me. He said he needs to share some other passwords and addresses with you that no one else can ever know. ``

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

Later that evening, The Three J's called Sara into the TV room. Joan 's computer was set up to display on the large screen. `` There is something we have to establish you, '' said Joan softly. She put her handwriting on Sara 's shoulder and guided her to one of the big, soft chairs that sat in front of the TV and then sat on the arm alongside her. Sara wept quietly as the video began with her entering Mr. Swanson 's office and removing her clothing. She folded each bit carefully and laid it on the table next to the door. She was not wearing any underwear, but that was not unusual for her. What was unusual was that her ass brass were mottled with welt and old bruises.

Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson pointed to his genital organ and she walked over to his desk and knelt between his legs. Unzipping his pants, she freed his somewhat large prick, which was totally limp and flaccid. She took it into her mouth and soon it was besotted and ready. He slapped her on the top of her head teacher and she got up and leaned over the desk and presented her ass to him.

Mr. Swanson stood up and moved between her branch. There was no strait, but her howler was obvious as he thrust suddenly and deeply into her ass and immediately began pumping. He did n't last long, 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 button on a small remote. Suddenly there was sound in the video.

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

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

'' Maybe you will eventually mould your way up to a ten and you will be able to go back to the base 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 pants and doubled it in his hands. `` count them ! '' he barked as he brought his arm up above his head.

A frightful `` Crack ! '' echoed from the television verbaliser, followed by Sara 's pop off and trembling representative, `` One. ``

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

'' crack ! ``

'' Three. ``

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

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

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

'' He knows all about all of us .... everything ... our solid spirit. He has access to our college records. He has admittance to our credit reports. He even has accession 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 trio J's, and your families. ``

Sara stood up and faced The Three J's. `` He has very powerful friends. He can change your school record. He can alter your parent 's tax records. He can even wipe off any record that you were ever born. I could n't tell 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 friends would strike back against you. ``

'' The tercet J's have some powerful friends, too, Sara. Tomorrow, when he calls you into his billet, maria will apprize Julie and she will call Judy and me. We should be there by the time you have to go in, but if we 're not, when you go into his function, 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 Three J's cover this. ``

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The future day, shortly after lunch, Mr. Swanson walked out onto the output flooring and told Sara to come to his government agency in fifteen minutes. He continued to observe her through the agency windows after he got back to his office as she stacked some special bags alongside the automobile so Maria could take on over.

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

As Sara entered Mr. Gloria Swanson 's function, 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 business. If Sara has said anything to you, then you know that I have very brawny protagonist and am not to be messed with. ``

'' To use an verbalism of my Padre 's, '' began Judy, `` You pissed up the wrong tree this metre. ``

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

Julie took a small notebook from her pocket. `` Dr. Joseph Henry Walcott, professor of Psychology ... Dismissed for abusing female students under the pretence of inquiry into submissive behaviour. ''

She closed the notebook computer. `` You were very estimable at detecting slavish personalities and exploiting them, Dr. Walcott. The university wanted to retain everything quiet, so you pled guilty and accepted mandate counseling and grouping therapy. But seven months after you started therapy, suddenly all phonograph record of your crime ... and of your life disappeared ... So did you. Two other members of your therapy grouping disappeared at the same time - two comrade who were skillful hackers with a helplessness for kiddie smut. Their disc also disappeared with them. ``

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

He punched several buttons on the phone. aught happened.

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

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

As if to mark her comment, the plant-wide paging system boomed out. `` This is Mrs. Harriet Walker, the plant superintendent. All prole are to give the flora quickly and in unspoiled order. You have sentence to give up by the changing suite, but do not stop to lavish. We have a situation in the chilling organisation that could become serious in a few hours and are evacuating the plant life before beginning repairs. All employees will be paid for the entire switching. ``

H stared out the function windows as all machines came to a arrest and workers started filing to the expiration. `` That was my auntie, '' explained Julie.

henry attempted to say something, but his backtalk merely opened and closed like a fish flopping on the bobtail. Julie smiled and continued, `` My father is CEO of the parent corporation that owns Perfect favourite. ``

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

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

Julie stepped in front of him. `` Jeff in IT back-tracked all access to your trivial videos. Brian and he-goat got a visit from homeland security early this dawn. They thought it was safe to access the plant electronic network directly rather than through all the proxy they use for hacking. They are very good drudge. They can get into anywhere, even heavily-secured government systems. It seems that the FBI and Homeland security system have been trying for months to figure out who was hacking into the Pentagon and IRS figurer system of rules, but the carry-over course were too well concealed. However, once they had the bootleg net universal resource locator and hide IP addresses that Jeff tracked down, it all fell into place. I think billy goat and Brian's new address will be an undisclosed secure prison placement with no windows and no computing device access - except what the governance might require them to have .'''

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

Joan spun his chair another quarter turn. `` And that senatorial auxiliary who took care of things for you in Washington ... he lost control condition of his car on the ringway this morning and died in the resulting accident. That was n't really part of dad 's plan, but you can never tell how far politico will go to avoid a really nasty scandal. ``

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

When Mr. Swanson / Walcott did n't move, she walked over to the threshold and opened it. Maria and two early 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 think you have met their brothers. I said, 'Strip !'''

Henry stood and fumbled with his clothing with shaking hands.

Sara walked over to Henry 's desk, removed her slack water and sat down in his chair. She pointed at her genitals and said, `` Let 's see how good a job you can do. '' She then scooted down and unfold her legs to scupper her pussy.

H looked around the way and started to ill-use towards the doorway, but it was blocked by the eight brothers. Defeated, he sank to his articulatio genus and nuzzled into Sara 's waiting cunt. After a few minute, she began to groan softly and grabbed his head to squeeze him tighter into her crotch. Soon she was using his hair to pull his look across her clit. Finally, she squeezed tightly with her thighs and held his nous tightly between her legs with her hands. After a few moments, he began to clamber for air. A few hour 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 position, '' she said in her heavily accented English.

Again Henry looked for possible escape, but again, he recognized the hopelessness of his site. He leaned over the edge of his own desk as Calophyllum longifolium stepped between his legs and squeeze forward with the hard, pliant peg. Had there been anyone left in the works to get a line him, everyone would induce heard his shrieking. As it was, the security guard at the gates vaguely heard something, but they had been instructed to brush off anything and everything unless they were called into the works by someone with the decent straits phrase.

Eventually, Henry 's shrieking and watchword subsided and Maria stopped her onslaught on his ass.

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

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

Patrick Henry remained silent.

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

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

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

Two of the large Mexican men came over and forced Henry 's chest onto the desk. One of the others slipped off his belt and doubled it up in his hand.

'' They 've seen the videos, '' said Joan, `` so they know how it is supposed to be done. ``

There was a tatty `` offer ! '' and a scream from Henry.

nine-spot Thomas More cracks echoed through the room, each was followed by a long screeching from the former story supervisory program. When the get-go brother was finished, he took the place 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 routine with the belt ammunition. After the quartern brother, there were no more screams, just small-scale whimpers. After the last crony was finished, the three Mexican charwoman and their buddy left the office.

Julie lifted H 's head from the desk and spoke directly to him. `` You have 48 hours to turn yourself into the police under your own, honest public figure. If you do not, we will incur you, and we will deliver you to Maria 's village in United Mexican States. I think they will be glad to see you. ``

Judy continued the instructions, `` If you attempt to tell anyone what has happened to you here today, your disk will be changed to indicate 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. ``

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

Henry rolled off the desk and lay grimace up on the office storey. 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 side of his face, she let loose with a outpouring of pee which she swept up and down his consistency by rocking her pelvic arch back and forth. She then looked down and him and said in a slightly sing- birdcall phonation, `` Who pissed on who now ? ``

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

Joan looked down at him and gave one final program line. `` You have five instant to be out of the plant or the security safety will lead you down as an armed and dangerous intruder. I think you know what companionship insurance is in that context. ``

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 eternal rest of the summer was relatively uneventful. After a lot of conversation, a lot of tender loving guardianship and even some not-so-tender but still loving interaction with Joan, Sara was soon back to being her pattern bubbly, naked self. A week 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 captain parole in Bob Hope that you might falter across something and let us know. 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 string section behind the scenes to draw things materialise. We just dealt with Mr. Whatever-his-name- really-was. ``

'' Someday, you will have the cosmic string tied to you, '' said her Father of the Church. `` 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 patronage, they have the power to act ... and they know how to use that ability. ``

He set his hand 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 question before you finish college. ``

turning to face Joan, Julie and Judy, he finished with, `` You all have another year of undergrad, and there are some heavy years yet to go before you get your doctorate. I am sure you have many adventure yet to amount. ``

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