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Background prelude
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Julie, Judy, and Joan had been admirer since before kindergarten. When their mothers car pooled for school effect, etc, they spoke of `` picking up The ternion J's. '' instructor, and most of the biotic community soon started referring to them as `` The Three J's. '' In the one-fourth score, Sara 's female parent went to forge for Julie 's mother as a Cook and housekeeper, and since her mom lived in an flat over the service department, Sara was added to the mix. After that, they became known to their parents, instructor and almost of the community as `` The Three J 's and an S. ''

To a outstanding 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 genesis of subtlety and custom. Sara was `` working class '' 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 northerly European stock with pale pelt, light hair's-breadth, and dispirited middle. Sara was always slightly myopic, More than slightly lupus erythematosus pale, and had dark hair's-breadth and deep brownness eyes. But primarily, Sara was the tag along because of the conflict in personality.

From their fourth dimension in pre-school together, The terzetto 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 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 recess who never caused any trouble in form. Still, The Three J's accepted her for what she was, or perhaps despite what she was. Conversely, she accepted The triplet J's for what they were and accepted that she was n't quite their equal and would never be as fill up as these three girls who had totally grown up together.

The Three J's and an S are now college Jr who way together in an off-campus flat. Sara, who has very circumscribed financial means, cooks, clean and keeps the apartment as her share of the economic rent, public utility and nutrient. Last January, The troika J's and an S spent wintertime Break at a ski cabin time-shared by Joan 's male parent. While there, Judy met Ron, Julie met Kevin, and Sara and Joan finally admitted to themselves what everyone else already eff ..., 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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CHAPTER ONE
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It was a hopeful, sunny, early April sunrise when Joan walked into the kitchen with her cellphone in helping hand and announced, `` I have some adept news and some bad tidings. ''

Julie and Judy were sitting at the kitchen table finishing breakfast. Sara, clad only in her black velvet choker, was cleaning up the counter. All three turned to look at Joan as she asked, `` What do you desire first - the unspoilt newsworthiness or the bad word ? ``

'' You may as well give 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 spokesperson. ``

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

'' And the just newsworthiness is ? ... '' asked Judy.

'' We do n't sustain to concern about getting some sort of internship onto our resume 's. '' answered Joan.

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

'' Our parents evidently got together finale week and discussed the fact that we 'needed some real world experience before we graduated .'They pulled some cosmic string and all three of us have paid internships at a local factory. I will be helping rewrite some proficient manual of arms ; Judy will be playing sorcerer 's learner in the quality ascendancy lab ; and Julie will be helping set up a new calculator system for human resources. ``

She then looked over at Sara. `` They thought a business enterprise internship would n't really be helpful for an elemental teacher, but a well-paying job on the factory level would. So, they arranged for you to be a summer replacing on the production line of products. It might be a minuscule drilling, but it will pay twice or maybe triple what you could ready at that waitress job you were looking at. ``

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

And so on the firstly Monday of June, The leash J's and an S reported for piece of work at `` Perfect Pets plant life turn 7. '' perfective tense ducky made and sold everything that you would ever need for a cat, dog, cavalry, hamster or whatever you wanted. flora number 7 was a food processing plant life. It was extremely clean, and the temperature and humidness were very well controlled, but the whelm smell of drying pet food for thought permeated the arena. Even in the sealed comfort of the office area, everything smelled vaguely of porc, beef, fish, corn, soy and whatever else they were cooking, grinding up, mixing and compressing into `` Perfect Pet shot. ``

The maiden few calendar week went by rather rapidly. The deuce-ace J's were obviously enjoying their new risky venture into the `` very cosmos. '' Sara, however, began to grow Thomas More and More withdrawn and quiet with each going 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 demand how her day had gone. Even more strangely, Sara began to break a nightshirt to bed that she did n't remove even when fixing breakfast for The threesome J's.

The terzetto J 's knew very well that Sara was a submissive exhibitionist who had no problem showing her body to anyone and everyone. She loved to run around the apartment naked and would probably go to social class defenseless if she could get away with it. If Sara was hiding her body, something was definitely haywire, and it had something to do with perfect Pets Plant Number 7.

Finally, Joan texted Julie and Judy to forgather her during their break so they could talk about the situation. `` Something is terribly wrong, '' began Joan, `` but Sara wo n't mouth about it. She just curls 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 works. ``

'' I have to go out onto the production floors and take samples several times a shift, '' offered Judy. `` I 'll see if I can find out anything. ``

'' I will go through the recent paper 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 entire admission word and I can get to anything on that system. It had to cause been a mistake, but I 'm not going to enjoin them about it until the end of the summer in case something comes up that I need that much access. ``

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

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CHAPTER TWO
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When Judy went out into the production sphere to ask the mid-afternoon sample, she intentionally changed her way of life through the steaming and rattling simple machine 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 Brigham Young Hispanic American woman was working as a bag filler on one of the older, fully manual automobile. Normally, filling 40lb bags on one of the sure-enough machines was a two person job. One person loaded empties onto the chute and activated the dump, the other pulled the bag through the sealant, which sewed the top of the bag shut, and stacked the bag on a pallet. This fille was doing both.

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

The new cleaning woman looked around with a very frighten looking on her typeface. `` I must hold open up, '' she said with a arduous accent as she pulled a bag through the sealer. `` I ca n't fall behind in production or I could get fired. Please go away. Please go away. ``

Judy paused for a bit to read the fair sex 's ID badge and then picked up her in-plant radio and keyed it on. `` Requesting shut down of bag course A-43. Something does n't look right with the color and the olfactory sensation seems a little off. I want to verify mix and lineament. ``

A dull voice answered, `` Fifteen minute of arc shutdown authorized. Remember to nail the notational system in the product logs when you have cleared it for restart. ``

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

'' Your Friend is in a good deal very bad problem, '' answered Mary. `` She is in the supervisor 's office, but you can not assist her. Mr. Swanson is a powerful man ..., and he has many sinewy Quaker. They do each other favors. I can say no more than. ``

'' Madonna, '' Judy continued. `` I know that you are legal. Why does he pall you so badly ? What power does Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson have over you ? You can tell me. I have to know in order of magnitude to help my protagonist. ``

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

'' What happens in his office staff ? ``

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

'' What kind of terrible things ? ``

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

'' The start time he called me to his office, he told me that I was wearing too a great deal clothing and that I should leave my underwear with him. I did n't want to, but he knew my brother 's figure and where they lived and where they worked and he said that all he had to do was to prognosticate his friends and my brothers would be in gaol until they were deported. ``

'' I told him that I would go to the bathroom and get him back my underwear. He said, 'No chiquita you will leach bare right here and hired man it to me .'I did, but before he would let me put my clothes back on, he made me stand there and sprain slowly around so that he could gaze at my consistency. Finally he let me go back to study. Before I left his office staff, he said, 'Make sure there is nothing under those pants but you tomorrow. I 'm going to train .'''

'' The next day, zilch happened. I thought maybe he had forgotten, but after the afternoon break - almost at quitting time - he called me into his part. He showed me pictures that he had taken from before. I was standing there naked in front of him like I was a puta. He said ,'I 'm sure as shooting your mother would like to see this, would n't she ? One suction stop and that picture goes straight to the village email write up. I 'm surely someone will demonstrate 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 brothers can see your naked ass pictures when they finally get back to your sorry ass village .'''

Judy stood silently listening to her story. Mary was now weeping heavily and choking out her words. `` I have become his esclava - striver. He uses me however he wants. The cameras in his position yield TV. Each time is risky than the last. So that he would n't prove my village the characterisation of me nude, I suckled his polla. So that he would n't show the video of that, I allowed him to screw me. So that he would n't picture the video recording of that to my family, I let him fuck my anus. Now he does whatever he wants. You can not facilitate your friend. She will soon be his esclava intimate like I am. Mr. Swanson is el Diablo Senor. He is much, much too powerful. You can not serve her. She is lost ... like I am. ``

'' I have exponent, too, '' answered Judy. She keyed her tuner and spoke, `` writing is slightly light, but within tolerance. I recommend cutting the line pep pill to one half for the eternal sleep of the transmutation to forestall powdering. ``

'' Acknowledged, '' came the response. `` Remember to micturate the proper notations on the output docket. ``

Judy smiled up at Mary. `` Now you can keep on up with your production quota without a problem. Tomorrow, as soon as Mr Swanson calls Sara to his position, I want you to page me. Do n't call me, page me and say, 'Reminder to Judy that a adopt up sampling is needed on A-43 .'Say it just like that, OK ? I am not the solely one who will pick up it. I also have mighty friends, Calophyllum longifolium. You will be safe after tomorrow. ``

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Judy hurried back to her lab and called Julie and Joan to let them get it on what she had learned. Julie said that she would go down to IT and see if she could talk Jeff, the in-house nerd, into pulling up the security department photographic camera feeds from the supervisory program 's office staff in Sara 's area.

When she explained to Jeff that she needed to see what was going on in that federal agency, he shrugged his articulatio humeri and replied, `` I would love to serve you, but I would need a full moon access parole to open the security telecasting channels, and they do n't apply those out to low-level tech like me. '' He then type something into his keyboard and moved aside slightly to show her a security sign-in projection screen that said in bluff letters, `` supervisor Level countersign Required. ``

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

The screen flickered slightly and a menu appeared listing all of the protection television camera in the stallion flora, including the office and security post arena. `` Wow ! '' exclaimed Jeff. `` Who do you know to get that form of countersign ? ``

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

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

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

'' That 's what the computing device is recording, '' responded Jeff. `` All of the protection cameras record to a especial drive that uploads nightly to offsite storehouse. It was all set up by the security company and ca n't be tampered with. See, there is even a fiddling time stamp in the corner of the image that the computer puts on the simulacrum as it records. ``

Jeff held his hired man so that he was pointing to the corner of the concealment. He and Julie watched as the time stamp slowly counted out the min and seconds. `` Wait a minute, '' Jeff suddenly said. `` Something is hinky here. ``

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

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

Julie leaned in unaired and nodded her head yes.

'' That is one of the new reflexive boxer. I program them. All the manipulator has to do is put the bag on the parachute. The machine fills, folds, sews and then stacks the bag on a pallet for shipping. It even rotates the palette a quarter good turn after each bag. That motorcar is running continuously. It should be stopping every 40 bags to allow a lift operator to modify pallets."

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

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

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

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

'' What 's an override code ? ``

'' It 's a sixteen digit turn that is built into the home operating organisation of the reckoner. If you have it, you can overrule any and all passwords and special restrictions from command prompt. But only the really big bosses even know it exists, and no one except the CEO and the chief programmer know it. ``

'' Is there any other way ? ``

'' Well, if you have a passkey password, you can use the overide key. That is the first four finger's breadth of the code. With a master password and the override key, the computer generates the repose of the code using a Fibonacci algorithm. 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 find to do it the OKFib, do you ? ``

'' 3839 '' blurted Julie.

'' What ! '' yelled Jeff.

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, I do, '' answered Julie firmly. `` Sara is my Quaker and she is in some kind of very grievous worry. ``

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

'' Normally I would say'No, the organisation wo n't let me .'But with your magic password I think anything is potential. Hand me one of those modest instance over there. ``

A few bit later, Julie placed the small transfer drive in her purse. Before returning to her lab, she used the phone on Jeff 's desk to call her father. After a few repose password, she handed the phone to Jeff and said, `` He wants to spill to you. He said you would necessitate the professional OKFIB for the companywide network to do what he wants you to do. He asked me if I thought I could trust you. I told him that I did. Do n't let down me. He said he needs to share some other watchword and addresses with you that no one else can ever jazz. ``

Jeff 's optic were very spacious as Julie handed him the phone and turned and left the office to retrovert to her lab.

Later that evening, The leash J's called Sara into the TV elbow room. Joan 's computer was set up to expose on the large screen. `` There is something we have to show you, '' said Joan softly. She put her hand on Sara 's shoulder and guided her to one of the big, gentle chairs that sat in front of the TV and then sat on the arm alongside her. Sara wept quietly as the TV began with her entering Mr. Swanson 's spot and removing her clothing. She folded each small-arm carefully and laid it on the table following to the door. She was not wearing any underclothing, but that was not strange for her. What was unusual was that her ass face were mottled with weal and old bruises.

Mr. Gloria Swanson pointed to his fork and she walked over to his desk and knelt between his branch. Unzipping his bloomers, she freed his somewhat with child pecker, which was totally hobble and flaccid. She took it into her mouth and soon it was unshakable and quick. 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 stage. There was no sound, but her shrieking was obvious as he thrust suddenly and deeply into her ass and immediately began pumping. He did n't go tenacious, but to Sara it must have seemed like an eternity. Finally he finished and withdrew his now limp prick from her ass. He reached over to his desk and pressed a clit on a small remote. Suddenly there was audio in the video.

Mr. Swanson 's voiced boomed out of the television. `` I 'll rate you a seven for today, puss. '' 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 sour 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 place leaning over the desk. Mr. Gloria Swanson removed the belt from his gasp and doubled it in his hands. `` counting them ! '' he barked as he brought his arm up above his head.

A tremendous `` fissure ! '' echoed from the boob tube speakers, followed by Sara 's pop off and trembling voice, `` One. ``

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

'' go ! ``

'' Three. ``

'' You can go back to the trading floor now. commemorate 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 video ended shortly thereafter.

Joan cradled Sara in her arms as she sobbed and wept for many minutes. When her crying began to subside, Joan said softly, `` Sara, we know that he used Maria 's brothers to jeopardize her and keep her quieten. What is he using to ensure you ? ``

'' He knows all about all of us .... everything ... our unharmed lives. He has memory access to our college phonograph record. He has access to our course credit story. 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 ruin The trinity J's, and your category. ``

Sara stood up and faced The Three J's. `` He has very powerful Friend. He can change your shoal records. He can interchange your parent 's tax disc. He can even wipe out any platter that you were ever born. I could n't assure you. He said that if I did, he would forebode his supporter and it would all be over. He also said that if anything happened to him, his very powerful supporter would retaliate against you. ``

'' The Three J's have some powerful booster, too, Sara. Tomorrow, when he calls you into his office, Maria will give notice Julie and she will call off 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 government agency, just stand by the door. Do n't take off your vesture, and do n't say anything to him unless you absolutely have to. Let The troika J's palm this. ``

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The future day, shortly after luncheon, Mr. Gloria Swanson walked out onto the yield trading floor and told Sara to come to his situation in fifteen minute. He continued to find out her through the position windows after he got back to his office as she stacked some supernumerary bags alongside the machine so Maria could ask over.

What he did not observance was Maria picking up the floor phone. She pressed *19 for a plant-wide Thomas Nelson Page and throughout the entire facility, a squawky message came over the verbaliser, `` Reminder to Judy that a travel along up sampling is needed on A-43. ``

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

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

'' To use an manifestation of my begetter 's, '' began Judy, `` You pissed up the damage tree this clock time. ``

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

Julie took a minuscule notebook from her sack. `` Dr. Henry Walcott, prof of psychology ... Dismissed for abusing female scholarly person under the pretext of research into submissive deportment. ''

She closed the notebook. `` You were very near at detecting submissive personalities and exploiting them, Dr. Walcott. The university wanted to keep everything quiet, so you pled guilty and accepted mandatory guidance and chemical group therapy. But seven months after you started therapy, suddenly all records of your crime ... and of your life disappeared ... So did you. Two early members of your therapy group disappeared at the Same time - two crony who were skillful drudge with a weakness for kiddie porn. Their track record also disappeared with them. ``

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

He punched respective buttons on the headphone. zippo happened.

'' You are right, Dr. Walcott, '' said Judy softly. `` Sara is a very subservient personality. '' Her phonation 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 trey J's are NOT submissive ! ! ! ``

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

As if to emphasise her comment, the plant-wide paging system boomed out. `` This is Mrs. Harriet Walker, the plant superintendent. All proletarian are to will the works quickly and in practiced order. You have sentence to arrest by the changing rooms, but do not hold back to lavish. We have a situation in the cooling scheme that could go dangerous in a few 60 minutes and are evacuating the flora before beginning repairs. All employees will be paid for the entire shifting. ``

Henry stared out the billet windows as all machines came to a halt and doer started filing to the exits. `` That was my auntie, '' explained Julie.

H attempted to say something, but his oral fissure merely opened and closed like a fish flopping on the dock. Julie smiled and continued, `` My father is CEO of the parent corporation that owns Perfect Pets. ``

'' And my founder is absolute majority stock bearer, '' added Judy.

'' Mine is chieftain Legal Officer, '' said Joan.

Julie stepped in front of him. `` Jeff in IT back-tracked all access to your short picture. Brian and Billy got a visit from homeland security measures early this morning. They thought it was safe to approach the industrial plant network directly rather than through all the proxy they use for hacking. They are very effective hackers. They can get into anywhere, even heavily-secured government systems. It seems that the FBI and Homeland security have been trying for months to figure out who was hacking into the pentagon and IRS computer arrangement, but the carry-over way of life were too well concealed. However, once they had the black net URLS and hide IP addresses that Jeff tracked down, it all fell into place. I think Billy and Brian's new speech will be an undisclosed secure prison house location with no windows and no computer memory access - except what the governance might want them to have .'''

Judy reached over and turned Henry 's chairman so that he was facing her. `` That gaffer at Plant numeral 16 in Guadalajara who was supplying information on the Spanish American working here was arrested by Mexican agency this morning. He made the mistake of trying to run. They do n't consider that very well down there. He will probably populate, but it will be a long prison term before he ever sees the sun again. ``

Joan spun his chair another after part turn. `` And that senatorial aide who took care of matter for you in American capital ... he lost ascendency of his car on the bypass this morning and died in the result chance event. That was n't really part of dad 's programme, but you can never tell how far politicians will go to avoid a really nasty scandal. ``

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

When Mr. Swanson / Walcott did n't run, she walked over to the door and opened it. Calophyllum longifolium and two early cleaning lady 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 call up you have met their comrade. I said, 'Strip !'''

Henry stood and fumbled with his habiliment with shaking hands.

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

Henry looked around the room and started to maltreat towards the door, but it was blocked by the eight sidekick. Defeated, he sank to his knee and nuzzled into Sara 's waiting cunt. After a few moments, she began to groan softly and grabbed his forefront to force him tighter into her genital organ. Soon she was using his fuzz to pull his grimace across her button. Finally, she squeezed tightly with her second joint and held his head tightly between her legs with her hands. After a few moments, he began to clamber for air. A few minutes later, he began to go limp. Sara released him and he dropped to the floor gasping for breath.

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

Again H looked for possible escape cock, but again, he recognized the hopelessness of his situation. He leaned over the edge of his own desk as Maria stepped between his peg and thrust forward with the grueling, plastic peg. Had there been anyone left in the plant life to learn him, everyone would possess heard his scream. As it was, the protection guards at the gates vaguely heard something, but they had been instructed to discount anything and everything unless they were called into the plant by person with the correct pass phrase.

Eventually, William Henry 's screeching and battle cry 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 rate you at one-half, '' added Sara, so the average is still naught. `` 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 bang, '' he answered weakly.

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

Two of the large Mexican men came over and forced Joseph Henry 's pectus 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 loud `` Crack ! '' and a belly laugh from Henry.

Nine More cracks echoed through the way, each was followed by a long sidesplitter from the sometime floor supervisor. When the first brother was finished, he took the place of one of the men holding William Henry down on the desk.

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

Each of the brothers took their number with the knock. After the fourth pal, there were no more shrieking, just pocket-sized whimpers. After the final brother was finished, the three Mexican women and their brothers left the office.

Julie lifted Henry 's read/write head from the desk and spoke directly to him. `` You have 48 hr to ferment yourself into the police force under your own, true name. If you do not, we will chance you, and we will redeem you to Maria 's hamlet in United Mexican States. I think they will be happy to see you. ``

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

Henry 's centre were wide with fear as Joan finished with, `` Your bank accounts are hollow. Your car is officially listed as stolen. Your house has been foreclosed and cleaned out. There is no piazza you can run that we can not retrieve you. ``

Henry rolled off the desk and lay case up on the office level. Looking down at him, Sara suddenly had a very odd smiling on her face. She stood up and walked over to where William Henry lay. Standing over him with one invertebrate foot on either side of his look, she let loose with a flood of urine which she swept up and down his body by rocking her pelvis back and Forth River. She then looked down and him and said in a slightly sing- song articulation, `` Who pissed on who now ? ``

As she picked up her slacks to dress, she turned back to nerve him and added, `` Julie 's right field. You definitely pissed up the incorrectly tree when you took on The three J's and an S. ''

Joan looked down at him and gave one final didactics. `` You have five instant to be out of the plant or the security guard duty will take you down as an armed and dangerous intruder. I think you know what company policy is in that circumstance. ``

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

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

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The rest of the summer was relatively uneventful. After a lot of conversation, a lot of bid loving care and even some not-so-tender but still loving interaction with Joan, Sara was soon back to being her normal bubbly, naked self. A workweek after Mr Gloria Swanson / Dr Walcott turned himself into the police, there was a `` phratry 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 flora, '' began Julie 's dad. `` But we knew that something was terribly wrong. We arranged for Julie to have a master watchword in hopes that you might bumble across something and let us know. We really did n't bear you to deal it so well more or less on your own. ``

'' It was n't exactly on our own, '' answered Joan. `` After we contacted you, you pulled a lot of twine behind the vista to make things find. We just dealt with Mr. Whatever-his-name- really-was. ``

'' Someday, you will have the string 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 oneself you regardless of what anyone else says or threatens. With our financial backing, they have the power to act ... and they know how to use that power. ``

He set his hand on Sara 's shoulder joint and looked directly into her eyes as he added, `` Someday people will talk in awe of The 3 J's and their loyal S. Just do n't let it go to your head before you finish college. ``

Turning to expression Joan, Julie and Judy, he finished with, `` You all have another class of undergrad, and there are some heavy years yet to go before you get your doctorate. I am sure you have many adventures yet to descend. ``

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