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Julie, Judy, and Joan had been Quaker since before kindergarten. When their mother car pooled for schoolhouse consequence, etc, they spoke of `` picking up The trio J's. '' Teachers, and almost of the community soon started referring to them as `` The Three J's. '' In the fourth degree, Sara 's mother went to ferment for Julie 's mother as a Captain James Cook and housekeeper, and since her mom lived in an apartment over the garage, Sara was added to the mix. After that, they became known to their parents, teachers and to the highest degree of the residential district as `` The Three J 's and an S. ''

To a great 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 generations of refinement and tradition. Sara was `` working course '' who cleaned up well, but remained slightly an outsider. Partly Sara was the odd one out because of forcible differences. The Three J's were from northern European stock with pale skin, weak hair, and blue eye. Sara was always slightly brusque, more than slightly less pale, and had dark haircloth and deep brown eye. But primarily, Sara was the tag along because of the dispute in personality.

From their time in pre-school together, The Three J's were all alpha-females with inviolable personalities and always somewhat of a handful for their parents and their instructor. Sara, on the other paw, was more than of a beta, gamma, or even delta personality and tended to defer to whatever The leash J's said or did. Sara was always the quiet lilliputian girl in the corner who never caused any job in year. Still, The Three 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 finis as these three girls who had totally grown up together.

The troika J's and an S are now college Juniors who way together in an off-campus apartment. Sara, who has very limited financial substance, cooks, clean and jerk and keeps the apartment as her share of the tear, utilities and nutrient. conclusion January, The Three J's and an S spent Winter Break at a ski cabin time-shared by Joan 's Padre. 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 respective weeks before the end of the school year.

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CHAPTER ONE
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It was a bright, cheery, early Apr morning when Joan walked into the kitchen with her cellular telephone in hand and announced, `` I have some in effect news and some bad news show. ''

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 depend at Joan as she asked, `` What do you want first - the expert news or the bad news program ? ``

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

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

She paused a second 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 township and working some sort of summertime job, stood quietly behind the two missy. She did n't want to register her felicity that Joan would not be away from her at all during the summer.

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

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

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

'' Our parents evidently got together last week and discussed the fact that we 'needed some real world experience before we graduated .'They pulled some chain and all three of us have paid internships at a local factory. I will be helping rewrite some proficient manuals ; Judy will be playing sorcerer 's apprentice in the quality control lab ; and Julie will be helping set up a new information processing system system for human resource. ``

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

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

And so on the first of all Monday of June, The leash J's and an S reported for oeuvre at `` Perfect deary industrial plant Number 7. '' Perfect pet made and sold everything that you would ever take for a cat, dog, horse, hamster or whatever you wanted. Plant number 7 was a intellectual nourishment processing plant. It was extremely clean, and the temperature and humidity were very well controlled, but the overwhelm olfactory property of drying pet food for thought permeated the orbit. Even in the sealed consolation of the situation arena, everything smelled vaguely of pork barrel, boeuf, Pisces, maize, soy and whatever else they were cooking, grinding up, mixing and compressing into `` perfect tense Pet Pellets. ``

The first few calendar week went by rather rapidly. The Three J's were obviously enjoying their new escapade into the `` real humans. '' Sara, however, began to grow Thomas More and Sir Thomas More withdrawn and quiet with each passing day. Although at number 1 she would quite willingly share what had happened in her day with Joan and the other J 's, recently she would n't even reply when asked how her day had gone. Even more strangely, Sara began to wear a nightshirt to bed that she did n't bump off even when fixing breakfast for The three 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 au naturel if she could get away with it. If Sara was hiding her eubstance, something was definitely wrong, and it had something to do with perfective dearie plant bit 7.

Finally, Joan texted Julie and Judy to meet her during their good luck so they could babble about the situation. `` Something is terribly wrong, '' began Joan, `` but Sara wo n't talk about it. She just curl up in a ball on the bed and war cry. 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 output story and take sampling several times a shift, '' offered Judy. `` I 'll see if I can incur 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 know if they realized it, but they gave me a full access password and I can get to anything on that system. It had to ingest been a misunderstanding, but I 'm not going to order them about it until the end of the summer in case something comes up that I need that a lot access. ``

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

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CHAPTER TWO
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When Judy went out into the production expanse to take the mid-afternoon samples, she intentionally changed her path through the steaming and rattling machines so that she would end up in the country 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 Spanish American woman was working as a bag makeweight on one of the elderly, fully manual machines. Normally, filling 40lb cup of tea on one of the elder machines was a two individual job. One person loaded empties onto the chute and activated the dump, the other pulled the bag through the sealer, which sewed the top of the bag shut, and stacked the bag on a pallet. This fille was doing both.

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

The 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 moment to read the cleaning woman 's ID badge and then picked up her in-plant radio and keyed it on. `` Requesting shut down of bag occupation A-43. Something does n't calculate right on with the gloss and the aroma seems a picayune off. I want to affirm mix and quality. ``

A muffle vox answered, `` Fifteen minute closedown authorized. Remember to complete the notation in the production logs when you have cleared it for restart. ``

Judy smiled up at the vernal adult female as her machine suddenly became silent. `` Maria is it ? Or do you prefer Blessed Virgin ? 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 trouble, '' answered Mary. `` She is in the supervisory program 's power, but you can not help her. Mr. Gloria Swanson is a powerful man ..., and he has many powerful friends. They do each early favors. I can say no Sir Thomas More. ``

'' Virgin Mary, '' Judy continued. `` I know that you are legal. Why does he frighten off you so badly ? What top executive does Mr. Swanson have over you ? You can distinguish me. I have to know in order to help my protagonist. ``

She lowered her head and sobbed, `` My brothers are not. He knows. He will tell apart his friends in in-migration. Before Sara came, it was me in his office. I do n't sleep with what he knows about Sara, but you can not facilitate her. He is muy poderoso jefe. ``

'' What happens in his office ? ``

Mary stared at the floor as she answered. `` Mr. Swanson is a very malefic man. He treats everyone very well and everyone thinks he is a great person, but he picks out one or two citizenry who are weak ... or have arcanum. '' She paused to sob softly. `` Then he traps them and makes them do terrible thing. ``

'' What kind of horrendous things ? ``

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

'' The outset time he called me to his situation, he told me that I was wearing too a good deal habiliment and that I should allow my underclothing 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 admirer and my brothers would be in pokey until they were deported. ``

'' I told him that I would go to the bathroom and wreak him back my underwear. He said, 'No chiquita you will strip naked right here and bridge player it to me .'I did, but before he would let me put my clothes back on, he made me stand there and flex slowly around so that he could stare at my body. Finally he let me go back to employment. Before I left his function, he said, 'Make sure there is nothing under those pants but you tomorrow. I 'm going to check .'''

'' The next day, zero happened. I thought maybe he had forgotten, but after the afternoon break - almost at quitting time - he called me into his office. He showed me pictures that he had taken from before. I was standing there naked in front of him like I was a puta. He said ,'I 'm sure your mother would like to see this, would n't she ? One dog and that depiction goes straight to the village email account. I 'm indisputable someone will show it to her .'''

'' He laughed as I stood there crying. 'What do you desire ?''' 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 well-chosen or your brothers can see your bare ass pictures when they finally get back to your gloomy ass village .'''

Judy stood silently listening to her level. Mary was now weeping heavily and choking out her words. `` I have become his esclava - slave. He uses me however he wants. The cameras in his place take videos. Each time is bad than the utmost. So that he would n't show my village the picture of me naked, I suckled his polla. So that he would n't show the television of that, I allowed him to love me. So that he would n't point the video of that to my family, I let him fuck my anus. Now he does whatever he wants. You can not help your friend. She will soon be his esclava sexual like I am. Mr. Swanson is el Diablo Senor. He is much, much too brawny. You can not help her. She is lost ... like I am. ``

'' I have top executive, too, '' answered Judy. She keyed her radio and spoke, `` Composition is slightly ignitor, but within tolerances. I recommend cutting the assembly line speed to one one-half for the eternal rest of the shift to keep powdering. ``

'' Acknowledged, '' came the reply. `` Remember to make the proper note on the production agenda. ``

Judy smiled up at Mary. `` Now you can keep up with your production quota without a job. Tomorrow, as soon as Mr Swanson calls Sara to his post, I want you to page me. Do n't call off me, foliate 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 solely one who will find out it. I also have powerful friends, Maria. You will be secure after tomorrow. ``

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CHAPTER THREE
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Judy hurried back to her lab and called Julie and Joan to let them eff what she had learned. Julie said that she would go down to IT and see if she could babble out Jeff, the in-house wonk, into pulling up the security television camera feeds from the supervisor 's billet in Sara 's area.

When she explained to Jeff that she needed to see what was going on in that position, he shrugged his shoulders and replied, `` I would be intimate to aid you, but I would need a wax approach password to open the security video communication channel, and they do n't give those out to low-altitude technical school like me. '' He then typewrite something into his keyboard and moved aside slightly to designate her a security sign-in screen that said in bluff varsity letter, `` Supervisor stage watchword Required. ``

'' Let 's try my password, '' 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 password. Never forget it ; never change it ; and never point it to anyone. ``

The screen flickered slightly and a menu appeared listing all of the certificate cameras in the total plant, including the office and security authority area. `` Wow ! '' exclaimed Jeff. `` Who do you recognise to get that kind of password ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' What do you think of ? '' asked Julie.

'' See that machine in the background ? The one just outside the billet windowpane ? ``

Julie leaned in conclude and nodded her straits yes.

'' That is one of the new automatic boxer. I program them. All the hustler has to do is put the bag on the chute. The auto fill, folds, sews and then stacks the bag on a pallet for shipping. It even rotates the pallet a fourth part turn after each bag. That machine is running continuously. It should be stopping every 40 handbag to tolerate a lift operator to commute pallets."

He squinted carefully at the screen. `` And the summit of the mint on the pallet is n't changing. ``

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

'' Is there any way to see the existent telecasting ? '' asked Julie.

'' I would involve access to the raw video feed, '' answered Jeff. `` And that ai n't gon na happen because the alone way I could do that is if I had the overthrow codification. ``

'' What 's an overthrow codification ? ``

'' It 's a sixteen digit numeral that is built into the base operating system of the computer. If you have it, you can override any and all watchword 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 master copy password, you can use the overide key. That is the first four finger of the computer code. With a master password and the nullification key, the computing device generates the rest of the code using a Fibonacci algorithm. But even with a passe-partout password, without the override key Fibonacci head start episode there is no way I could do anything. You do n't go on to acknowledge the OKFib, do you ? ``

'' 3839 '' blurted Julie.

'' What ! '' yelled Jeff.

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

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

'' The archetype video is going into various hidden booklet. There are a lot of videos stored there, including the loop that is replacing the tv camera provender. They have special watchword and look like they can be accessed only from one national and three outside linkup. ''

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

'' Yes, I do, '' answered Julie firmly. `` Sara is my protagonist and she is in some kind of very serious trouble. ``

Jeff moved away from the monitor so Julie could see the trope as the video played on the cover. 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 system of rules wo n't let me .'But with your wizard word I think anything is potential. hand me one of those small cases over there. ``

A few moments later, Julie placed the small transportation drive in her purse. Before returning to her lab, she used the phone on Jeff 's desk to shout her father. After a few calm word, she handed the phone to Jeff and said, `` He wants to mouth to you. He said you would need the master OKFIB for the companywide network to do what he wants you to do. He asked me if I thought I could believe you. I told him that I did. Do n't let down me. He said he needs to part some former watchword and addresses with you that no one else can ever make love. ``

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

Later that evening, The III J's called Sara into the TV elbow room. Joan 's computer was set up to expose on the big screen. `` There is something we have to demonstrate you, '' said Joan softly. She put her hand on Sara 's shoulder and guided her to one of the big, soft electric chair that sat in front 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 wear. She folded each piece carefully and laid it on the tabular array side by side to the door. She was not wearing any underwear, but that was not unusual for her. What was strange was that her ass cheeks were mottled with weal and old bruises.

Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson pointed to his genital organ and she walked over to his desk and knelt between his branch. Unzipping his drawers, she freed his somewhat bombastic prick, which was totally hobble and flaccid. She took it into her mouth and soon it was stiff and ready. He slapped her on the top of her top dog 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 phone, but her howler was obvious as he thrust suddenly and deeply into her ass and immediately began pumping. He did n't go long, but to Sara it must have seemed like an eternity. Finally he finished and withdrew his now limp dickhead from her ass. He reached over to his desk and pressed a button on a diminished remote control. Suddenly there was phone in the video.

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

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

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

Sara again took her plaza 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 grand `` sally ! '' echoed from the television speakers, followed by Sara 's choked and shaking voice, `` One. ``

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

'' Crack ! ``

'' trine. ``

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

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

Joan cradled Sara in her arms as she sobbed and wept for many second. When her battle cry began to lessen, Joan said softly, `` Sara, we know that he used maria 's brothers to threaten her and preserve her quiet. What is he using to operate you ? ``

'' He knows all about all of us .... everything ... our whole lives. He has access to our college records. He has access to our credit reports. He even has access to your parent 's tax record book. I do n't handle about me, but if I do n't do everything he asks, he will destroy The Three J's, and your mob. ``

Sara stood up and faced The Three J's. `` He has very powerful ally. He can transfer your schooling records. He can commute your parent 's tax phonograph recording. He can even erase any record book that you were ever born. I could n't assure you. He said that if I did, he would call his friends and it would all be over. He also said that if anything happened to him, his very sinewy admirer would retaliate against you. ``

'' The Three J's have some powerful friends, too, Sara. Tomorrow, when he calls you into his function, Maria will advise Julie and she will call Judy and me. We should be there by the meter 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 Three J's handle this. ``

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The future day, shortly after lunch, Mr. Swanson walked out onto the production floor and told Sara to come to his billet in 15 min. He continued to look on her through the office windows after he got back to his office as she stacked some extra purse alongside the motorcar so maria could take over.

What he did not bill was maria picking up the trading floor headphone. She pressed *19 for a plant-wide pageboy and throughout the full deftness, a cackly content came over the Speaker, `` admonisher to Judy that a stick with up sample is needed on A-43. ``

As Sara entered Mr. Swanson 's billet, 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 jobs. If Sara has said anything to you, then you know that I have very sinewy friends and am not to be messed with. ``

'' To use an expression of my sire 's, '' began Judy, `` You pissed up the wrong tree this clip. ``

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

Julie took a small notebook computer from her pocket. `` Dr. Henry Walcott, prof of psychology ... Dismissed for abusing female students under the pretence of research into submissive demeanour. ''

She closed the notebook. `` You were very good at detecting submissive personalities and exploiting them, Dr. Walcott. The university wanted to hold back everything hush, so you pled guilty and swallow mandate counseling and chemical group therapy. But seven month after you started therapy, suddenly all records of your crime ... and of your lifespan disappeared ... So did you. Two other members of your therapy group disappeared at the same time - two brothers who were expert hackers with a helplessness for kiddie porn. Their records also disappeared with them. ``

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

He punched respective buttons on the speech sound. nil happened.

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

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

As if to punctuate her remarks, the plant-wide folio system boomed out. `` This is Mrs Harriet Walker, the plant superintendent. All doer are to go out the plant quickly and in good order. You have sentence to stop by the changing rooms, but do not stop to shower. We have a state of affairs in the cooling organization that could become grave in a few hr and are evacuating the works before beginning repairs. All employees will be paid for the entire shift. ``

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

henry attempted to say something, but his sass merely opened and closed like a fish flopping on the dock. Julie smiled and continued, `` My founding father is CEO of the parent bay window that owns perfective Pets. ``

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

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

Julie stepped in front line of him. `` Jeff in IT back-tracked all entree to your little telecasting. Brian and truncheon got a sojourn from homeland security early this morning. They thought it was safe to entree the plant network directly rather than through all the proxies they use for hacking. They are very good hackers. They can get into anywhere, even heavily-secured government systems. It seems that the FBI and mother country Security have been trying for calendar month to figure out who was hacking into the Pentagon and IRS computer arrangement, but the transferee paths were too well concealed. However, once they had the shameful net universal resource locator and conceal IP addresses that Jeff tracked down, it all fell into home. I think billy club and Brian's new speech will be an unrevealed secure prison localisation with no Windows and no calculator access - except what the regime might want them to possess .'''

Judy reached over and turned henry 's chair so that he was facing her. `` That foreman at Plant identification number 16 in Guadalajara who was supplying data on the Hispanic American working here was arrested by Mexican authorities this morning. He made the error of trying to run. They do n't pick out that very well down there. He will probably know, but it will be a recollective time before he ever sees the sun again. ``

Joan spun his chair another quartern turning. `` And that senatorial aide-de-camp who took care of matter for you in Capital ... he lost control of his car on the beltway this dawning and died in the resulting accident. That was n't really part of dad 's plan, but you can never tell how far pol will go to avoid a really filthy dirt. ``

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

When Mr. Swanson / Walcott did n't affect, she walked over to the door and opened it. mare and two other women walked in. They were followed by eight gravid, 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 mire and sat down in his chair. She pointed at her fork and said, `` Let 's see how good a job you can do. '' She then scooted down and spread her legs to queer her pussy.

Henry looked around the room and started to tread towards the door, but it was blocked by the eight brothers. Defeated, he sank to his knees and nuzzled into Sara 's waiting cunt. After a few moments, she began to groan softly and grabbed his head to force him tighter into her fork. Soon she was using his tomentum to pull his human face across her clit. Finally, she squeezed tightly with her thigh and held his head tightly between her legs with her hands. After a few minute, he began to contend for air. A few minutes later, he began to go limp. Sara released him and he dropped to the level 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 Patrick Henry looked for possible escape, 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 squeeze forward with the strong, plastic peg. Had there been anyone left in the plant to discover him, everyone would get heard his scream. As it was, the security measure guard at the gates vaguely heard something, but they had been instructed to ignore anything and everything unless they were called into the plant by somebody with the right passing play phrase.

Eventually, Henry 's screeching and battle cry subsided and Maria stopped her onslaught on his ass.

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

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

William 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, extra freedom paperwork was filed overnight. They are all now effectual with valid super acid cards. ``

Two of the large Mexican men came over and forced William Henry 's breast onto the desk. One of the others slipped off his bash 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 flash `` fissure ! '' and a scream from Henry.

Nine Sir Thomas More cracks echoed through the room, each was followed by a retentive scream from the former base supervisor. When the outset blood brother was finished, he took the situation 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 bend with the belt. After the 4th brother, there were no more wow, just low whine. After the final blood brother was finished, the three Mexican woman and their brother left the office.

Julie lifted Joseph Henry 's head from the desk and spoke directly to him. `` You have 48 time of day to reverse yourself into the police under your own, true epithet. If you do not, we will line up you, and we will deliver you to Calophyllum longifolium 's hamlet in Mexico. I think they will be glad to see you. ``

Judy continued the instructions, `` If you attempt to evidence anyone what has happened to you here today, your records will be changed to point 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 center were wide with fear as Joan finished with, `` Your money box accounts are empty. Your car is officially listed as stolen. Your theatre has been foreclosed and cleaned out. There is no stead you can run that we can not find you. ``

Henry rolled off the desk and lay font up on the office floor. Looking down at him, Sara suddenly had a very odd smile on her look. She stood up and walked over to where Henry lay. Standing over him with one ft on either position of his face, she let light with a alluvion of piddle which she swept up and down his body by rocking her pelvis back and Forth. She then looked down and him and said in a slightly sing- song voice, `` Who pissed on who now ? ``

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

Joan looked down at him and gave one final instruction. `` You have five second to be out of the plant or the certificate guards will take you down as an armed and serious 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 vesture from the story around him, he staggered slowly out of the office.

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epilogue
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The ease 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 ego. A workweek after Mr Gloria May Josephine Svensson / 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 indisputable what was going on in the works, '' began Julie 's dad. `` But we knew that something was terribly wrongly. We arranged for Julie to have a master word in hopes that you might stumble across something and let us know. We really did n't expect you to manage 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 drawstring behind the scenes to make things find. We just dealt with Mr. Whatever-his-name- really-was. ``

'' Someday, you will have the twine tied to you, '' said her begetter. `` And Sara, you now know that you have to trust Joan and the former Js. They will facilitate you regardless of what anyone else says or threatens. With our backing, they have the power to act ... and they know how to use that power. ``

He set his mitt on Sara 's shoulder and looked directly into her eyes as he added, `` Someday people will address in awe of The ternion J's and their firm S. Just do n't let it go to your headland before you finish college. ``

Turning to face Joan, Julie and Judy, he finished with, `` You all have another twelvemonth of undergrad, and there are some hard year yet to go before you get your doctorate. I am sure you have many adventures yet to come. ``

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