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Background preliminary
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Julie, Judy, and Joan had been friends since before kindergarten. When their mothers car pooled for school events, 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 fourth mark, 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, teachers and most of the community as `` The trey J 's and an S. ''

To a not bad extent, Sara was always the `` tag along. '' Partly this was because of the conflict in economic status. The Three J's were `` from money '' with generations of refinement and tradition. Sara was `` working class '' who cleaned up well, but remained slightly an outsider. Partly Sara was the odd one out because of physical differences. The Three J's were from northern European stock with pale skin, light whisker, and down in the mouth centre. Sara was always slightly shorter, More than slightly less pale, and had dark haircloth and deep dark-brown eyes. But primarily, Sara was the tag along because of the difference in personality.

From their time in pre-school together, The Three J's were all alpha-females with strong personalities and always somewhat of a handful for their parents and their teachers. Sara, on the former hand, was more of a genus Beta, gamma, or even delta personality and tended to set back to whatever The Three J's said or did. Sara was always the unruffled piffling female child in the nook who never caused any problems in socio-economic class. Still, The troika J's accepted her for what she was, or perhaps despite what she was. Conversely, she accepted The tierce J's for what they were and accepted that she was n't quite their peer and would never be as close as these three girls who had totally grown up together.

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

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

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CHAPTER ONE
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It was a bright, sunny, betimes April morning when Joan walked into the kitchen with her cell in hand and announced, `` I have some honest news program and some bad news show. ''

Julie and Judy were sitting at the kitchen tabular array finishing breakfast. Sara, clad only in her grim velvet catch, was cleaning up the tabulator. All three turned to attend at Joan as she asked, `` What do you want for the first time - the good news or the bad tidings ? ``

'' You may as well fall in us the bad word 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 representative. ``

She paused a moment before continuing. Then she said, `` The bad news is that we are not going anywhere over the summertime. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Our parents evidently got together hold out week and discussed the fact that we 'needed some real man experience before we graduated .'They pulled some strings and all three of us have paid internships at a local factory. I will be helping rewrite some technical manual of arms ; Judy will be playing necromancer 's learner in the quality restraint lab ; and Julie will be helping set up a new computer system for man resource. ``

She then looked over at Sara. `` They thought a business internship would n't really be helpful for an unproblematic teacher, but a well-paying job on the factory story would. So, they arranged for you to be a summer substitution on the production descent. It might be a niggling boring, but it will pay twice or maybe three-bagger what you could hit at that waitress job you were looking at. ``

Sara was now relinquish to smile and show her happiness. Julie and Judy, however, were obviously LE than thrilled. `` I had hoped to be capable to expend a lot of sentence with Kevin this summertime, '' 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 world-class Monday of June, The Three J's and an S reported for body of work at `` perfective Pets plant numeral 7. '' Perfect Pets made and sold everything that you would ever need for a cat, dog, horse, hamster or whatever you wanted. Plant routine 7 was a food for thought processing plant. It was extremely clean, and the temperature and humidity were very well controlled, but the overmaster smell of drying pet solid food permeated the country. Even in the sealed solace of the authority expanse, everything smelled vaguely of pork, bitch, Pisces the Fishes, corn, soy and whatever else they were cooking, grinding up, mixing and compressing into `` perfective Pet pellet. ``

The 1st few weeks went by rather rapidly. The tierce J's were obviously enjoying their new adventure into the `` very world. '' Sara, however, began to spring up Thomas More and More withdrawn and hush with each passage day. Although at first-class honours degree she would quite willingly plowshare what had happened in her day with Joan and the other J 's, recently she would n't even respond when involve how her day had gone. Even more strangely, Sara began to wear a nightshirt to bed that she did n't remove even when fixing breakfast for The ternary J's.

The ternion J 's knew very well that Sara was a subservient exhibitionist who had no problem showing her body to anyone and everyone. She loved to run around the apartment au naturel and would probably go to social class nude if she could get away with it. If Sara was hiding her body, something was definitely wrong, and it had something to do with Perfect favourite plant Number 7.

Finally, Joan texted Julie and Judy to cope with her during their break so they could talk about the place. `` Something is terribly legal injury, '' began Joan, `` but Sara wo n't spill the beans about it. She just loop up in a orchis on the bed and cries. She wo n't let me touch her or hug her or anything. I think something happened to her or is happening to her at the plant. ``

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

'' I will go through the Holocene account in the computer and see if there is anything that stands out, '' added Julie. `` I do n't know if they realized it, but they gave me a good approach word and I can get to anything on that scheme. It had to give birth been a fault, but I 'm not going to tell them about it until the end of the summer in case something comes up that I need that often admission. ``

'' OK, '' answered Joan. `` We meet here again tomorrow and comparison bank note. I will try to mouth to her again tonight, but I do n't want to press it too far. ``

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CHAPTER TWO
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When Judy went out into the production area to take the mid-afternoon sample distribution, she intentionally changed her path through the steaming and rattling machines so that she would end up in the orbit 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 Cy Young Hispanic woman was working as a bag filler on one of the Old, fully manual auto. Normally, filling 40lb grip on one of the one-time auto was a two someone job. One person loaded empties onto the chute and activated the trash 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 girl was doing both.

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

The young woman looked around with a very fright facial expression on her face. `` I must keep up, '' she said with a heavy emphasis as she pulled a bag through the sealer. `` I ca n't fall behind in yield or I could get fired. Please go away. Please go away. ``

Judy paused for a moment to translate the char '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 look right with the color and the odor seems a footling off. I want to verify mix and quality. ``

A mute vocalisation answered, `` Fifteen minute closedown authorized. Remember to dispatch the notation in the production logs when you have cleared it for restart. ``

Judy smiled up at the young adult female as her auto suddenly became mute. `` maria is it ? Or do you opt Madonna ? 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 admirer is in a good deal very bad trouble, '' answered Mary. `` She is in the executive program 's office, but you can not avail her. Mr. Swanson is a powerful man ..., and he has many brawny friends. They do each early party favor. I can say no more. ``

'' Virgin 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 narrate me. I have to know in order to help my acquaintance. ``

She lowered her head and sobbed, `` My brothers are not. He knows. He will tell his champion in in-migration. Before Sara came, it was me in his billet. I do n't have a go at it what he knows about Sara, but you can not facilitate her. He is muy poderoso jefe. ``

'' What happens in his business office ? ``

Mary stared at the floor as she answered. `` Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson 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 people who are watery ... or have arcanum. '' She paused to sob softly. `` Then he traps them and makes them do terrible things. ``

'' What kind of terrible matter ? ``

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

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

'' I told him that I would go to the bathroom and bring him back my underwear. He said, 'No chiquita you will despoil raw right here and hand it to me .'I did, but before he would let me put my clothes back on, he made me stand 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 indisputable there is null under those trouser but you tomorrow. I 'm going to check .'''

'' The next day, null 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 care to see this, would n't she ? One chink and that video goes straight to the village email account. I 'm sure soul 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 genitals. His fly was unzipped and his polla was hanging out. 'Strip !'he yelled. 'And make me happy or your brothers can see your naked ass motion-picture show when they finally get back to your sad ass settlement .'''

Judy stood silently listening to her story. 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 government agency take video. Each time is tough than the endure. So that he would n't show my Village the flick of me naked, I suckled his polla. So that he would n't show the video recording of that, I allowed him to fuck me. So that he would n't show the picture of that to my family, I let him sleep together 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. Gloria May Josephine Svensson is el Diablo Senor. He is much, much too powerful. You can not assist her. She is lost ... like I am. ``

'' I have world power, too, '' answered Judy. She keyed her radio and spoke, `` Composition is slightly light-colored, 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 micturate the proper notational system on the product schedules. ``

Judy smiled up at The Virgin. `` Now you can restrain up with your production quota without a job. Tomorrow, as soon as Mr Swanson calls Sara to his business office, I want you to paginate me. Do n't scream me, page me and say, 'Reminder to Judy that a follow up sampling is needed on A-43 .'Say it just like that, OK ? I am not the only one who will get word 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 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 dweeb, into pulling up the security camera feeds from the supervisor 's agency in Sara 's area.

When she explained to Jeff that she needed to see what was going on in that place, he shrugged his shoulder joint and replied, `` I would love to help you, but I would need a full moon access password to open the security TV channels, and they do n't founder those out to low-level techs like me. '' He then typecast something into his keyboard and moved aside slightly to evince her a security system sign-in sieve that said in bold face letters, `` Supervisor Level Password Required. ``

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

The projection screen flickered slightly and a menu appeared listing all of the security cameras in the full flora, including the office and security office expanse. `` Wow ! '' exclaimed Jeff. `` Who do you know 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 `` Office - yield orbit A, '' and an image appeared on the screen. It was Mr. Swanson working at his desk. No one else was in the office.

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

'' That 's what the computer is recording, '' responded Jeff. `` All of the security television camera phonograph record to a special campaign that uploads nightly to offsite storage. It was all set up by the security company and ca n't be tampered with. See, there is even a little clip pestle in the corner of the image that the computer puts on the prototype as it records. ``

Jeff held his hand so that he was pointing to the corner of the screen. He and Julie watched as the clip pigeonhole slowly counted out the instant and seconds. `` Wait a mo, '' Jeff suddenly said. `` Something is hinky here. ``

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

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

Julie leaned in cheeseparing and nodded her nous yes.

'' That is one of the new machinelike baggers. I program them. All the hustler has to do is put the bag on the chute. The car fill, folds, sews and then stacks the bag on a pallet for shipping. It even rotates the pallet a quarter number after each bag. That machine is running continuously. It should be stopping every 40 bags to allow a lift wheeler dealer to commute pallets."

He squinted carefully at the screen door. `` And the height of the pot on the palette is n't changing. ``

He studied the image on his varan for several minutes. `` This is a coil look-alike ! '' he suddenly shouted. See how that bag suddenly disappears and reappears about every four minutes ? ``

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

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

'' What 's an override code ? ``

'' It 's a sixteen digit number that is built into the base operating system of the calculator. If you have it, you can overturn any and all parole and extra restrictions from command prompt. But only the really big honcho even know it exists, and no one except the CEO and the chief computer programmer know it. ``

'' Is there any other way ? ``

'' Well, if you have a master password, you can use the overide key. That is the start four digits of the code. With a victor countersign and the override key, the computer generates the relaxation 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 take place to know the OKFib, do you ? ``

'' 3839 '' blurted Julie.

'' What ! '' yelled Jeff.

'' My watchword is OKFIB3839, '' yelled back Julie. I thought it was just a eldritch word that was easy to retrieve. Try 3839. ``

Jeff typed several bidding on his keyboard and then muttered, `` Oh my God. I 'm in at base control storey. '' He typed various commands into his console table and then turned to Julie.

'' The archetype video recording is going into several secret booklet. There are a lot of picture stored there, including the loop that is replacing the camera feed. They have limited countersign and look like they can be accessed only from one intimate and three outside link. ''

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

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

Jeff moved away from the monitor so Julie could see the image as the video played on the 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 system wo n't let me .'But with your sorcerous password I think anything is possible. Hand me one of those diminished cases over there. ``

A few mo later, Julie placed the small transportation drive in her purse. Before returning to her lab, she used the sound on Jeff 's desk to call her Padre. After a few tranquillity words, she handed the phone to Jeff and said, `` He wants to mouth 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 entrust you. I told him that I did. Do n't disappoint me. He said he needs to share some other parole and destination with you that no one else can ever hump. ``

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

Later that evening, The terzetto J's called Sara into the TV elbow room. Joan 's computer was set up to display on the with child covert. `` 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, sonant chair 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 function and removing her wear. She folded each slice 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 cheeks were mottled with welt and old bruises.

Mr. Gloria Swanson pointed to his genital organ and she walked over to his desk and knelt between his legs. Unzipping his pants, she freed his somewhat great prick, which was totally hitch and flaccid. She took it into her mouth and soon it was stiff and quick. He slapped her on the top of her principal and she got up and leaned over the desk and presented her ass to him.

Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson stood up and moved between her legs. There was no sound, but her screech was obvious as he thrust suddenly and deeply into her ass and immediately began pumping. He did n't last farseeing, but to Sara it must cause 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 clitoris on a small remote. Suddenly there was sound in the video.

Mr. Swanson 's voiced boomed out of the television. `` 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. ``

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

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

A awful `` Crack ! '' echoed from the goggle box speakers, followed by Sara 's pass away and trembling voice, `` One. ``

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

'' snap ! ``

'' trine. ``

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

Sara slowly picked up her dress from the table and dressed herself. Then moving carefully as if in nuisance, she left the office. The video recording ended shortly thereafter.

Joan cradled Sara in her weapons system as she sobbed and wept for many minutes. When her outcry began to settle, Joan said softly, `` Sara, we know that he used Calophyllum longifolium 's brothers to threaten her and keep her pipe down. What is he using to control you ? ``

'' He knows all about all of us .... everything ... our all lives. He has admission to our college records. He has accession to our credit reports. He even has access to your parent 's tax record book. I do n't care about me, but if I do n't do everything he asks, he will demolish The ternary J's, and your family. ``

Sara stood up and faced The Three J's. `` He has very knock-down acquaintance. He can vary your schooltime records. He can change your parent 's tax records. He can even erase any phonograph 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 Friend would revenge against you. ``

'' The Three J's have some powerful friends, too, Sara. Tomorrow, when he calls you into his office, Maria will apprize Julie and she will call Judy and me. We should be there by the sentence you have to go in, but if we 're not, when you go into his berth, just stand by the doorway. Do n't engage 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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CHAPTER FOUR
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The adjacent day, shortly after lunch, Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson walked out onto the product base and told Sara to come to his office in 15 minutes. He continued to watch her through the spot windows after he got back to his berth as she stacked some supererogatory bags alongside the machine so Maria could take over.

What he did not notice was Calophyllum longifolium picking up the level phone. She pressed *19 for a plant-wide page and throughout the entire facility, a squawky substance came over the talker, `` admonisher to Judy that a keep up up sample is needed on A-43. ``

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

'' What is this ? '' sputtered Mr. Swanson. I did n't address for you three. Go back to your jobs. If Sara has said anything to you, then you know that I have very powerful booster and am not to be messed with. ``

'' To use an expression of my Father of the Church 's, '' began Judy, `` You pissed up the wrong tree this fourth dimension. ``

'' You 're the tree I will spend a penny on, '' he said with a leer, looking directly as Sara.

Julie took a diminished notebook computer from her pocket. `` Dr. Henry Walcott, prof of Psychology ... Dismissed for abusing female person bookman under the pretense of research into submissive behavior. ''

She closed the notebook. `` You were very good at detecting submissive personalities and exploiting them, Dr. Walcott. The university wanted to restrain everything quiet, so you pled hangdog and accepted mandatory counseling and group therapy. But seven month after you started therapy, suddenly all phonograph record of your crime ... and of your life disappeared ... So did you. Two early member of your therapy group disappeared at the Lapplander clip - two sidekick who were expert hackers with a weakness for kiddie porn. Their phonograph recording also disappeared with them. ``

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

He punched several button on the phone. Nothing happened.

'' You are right, Dr. Walcott, '' said Judy softly. `` Sara is a very submissive personality. '' Her articulation became harsher and louder as she added, `` But she is our submissive ... The Three J's and an S. She is our slavish ! 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 anger and contempt. Julie took over and stay where Judy had left off, `` ... And we have much more brawny admirer than you have. ``

As if to accent her input, the plant-wide paging system boomed out. `` This is Mrs. Harriet go-cart, the plant superintendent. All actor are to leave the plant life quickly and in honest decree. You have fourth dimension to break off by the changing rooms, but do not stop to shower. We have a situation in the cooling system organization that could become dangerous in a few hours and are evacuating the industrial plant before beginning repairs. All employees will be paid for the stallion fracture. ``

Henry stared out the function windows as all machines came to a freeze and doer started filing to the expiration. `` That was my aunty, '' explained Julie.

H attempted to say something, but his lip merely opened and closed like a Fish flopping on the dock. Julie smiled and continued, `` My father is CEO of the parent potbelly that owns Perfect PET. ``

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

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

Julie stepped in movement of him. `` Jeff in IT back-tracked all access to your little television. Brian and Billy got a visit from homeland protection early this morning. They thought it was rubber to access the plant network directly rather than through all the procurator they use for hacking. They are very ripe hackers. They can get into anywhere, even heavily-secured government systems. It seems that the FBI and homeland surety have been trying for month to see out who was hacking into the Pentagon and IRS computer systems, but the transfer itinerary were too well concealed. However, once they had the blackened net URL and hidden IP addresses that Jeff tracked down, it all fell into place. I think billy club and Brian's new address will be an unrevealed secure prison location with no windowpane and no computer approach - except what the regime might want them to have .'''

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

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

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

When Mr. Swanson / Walcott did n't move, she walked over to the door and opened it. Maria and two early women walked in. They were followed by eight magnanimous, angry-looking Mexican men.

Sara spoke again, `` You know maria and Sofie and Carmen. I do n't think you have met their blood brother. I said, 'Strip !'''

Henry stood and fumbled with his wear with shaking hands.

Sara walked over to Henry 's desk, removed her slack and sat down in his chair. She pointed at her crotch and said, `` Let 's see how safe a job you can do. '' She then scooted down and circulate her wooden leg to expose her pussy.

Henry looked around the room and started to tread towards the door, but it was blocked by the eight pal. Defeated, he sank to his knees and nuzzled into Sara 's waiting cunt. After a few second, she began to moan softly and grabbed his headspring to force him tighter into her fork. Soon she was using his hair to pull his face across her clit. Finally, she squeezed tightly with her thighs and held his head tightly between her legs with her hands. After a few moments, he began to struggle for air. A few minutes later, he began to go limp. Sara released him and he dropped to the flooring gasping for breath.

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

Again Henry looked for potential flight, but again, he recognized the hopelessness of his situation. He leaned over the sharpness of his own desk as Maria stepped between his legs and thrust forward with the concentrated, pliant peg. Had there been anyone left in the plant to hear him, everyone would have heard his scream. As it was, the protection guards at the gates vaguely heard something, but they had been instructed to brush off anything and everything unless they were called into the plant by someone with the right crack phrase.

Eventually, Henry 's screams and yell subsided and Maria stopped her onrush on his ass.

'' I give you a nought for that, '' muttered Calophyllum longifolium and she spat on his back.

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

Henry remained silent.

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

'' It means ten swats with the 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, peculiar exemption paperwork was filed overnight. They are all now legal with valid green cards. ``

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

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

There was a loud `` Crack ! '' and a screech from Henry.

Nina from Carolina more cracking echoed through the room, each was followed by a foresighted screaming from the early story supervisory program. When the first brother was finished, he took the property of one of the men holding William Henry down on the desk.

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

Each of the brothers took their turn with the belt. After the fourth brother, there were no more screams, just small whine. After the last brother was finished, the three Mexican adult female and their comrade left the office.

Julie lifted Henry 's heading from the desk and spoke directly to him. `` You have 48 hours to deform yourself into the police under your own, true name. If you do not, we will find you, and we will deliver you to Calophyllum longifolium 's hamlet in Mexico. I think they will be sword lily to see you. ``

Judy continued the instructions, `` If you attempt to tell apart anyone what has happened to you here today, your platter will be changed to indicate that you are a convicted paedophile who has escaped from prison ..., and you know what will happen to you when they take you back inside. ``

Henry 's eyes were wide of the mark with care as Joan finished with, `` Your banking company report are empty. Your car is officially listed as stolen. Your sign of the zodiac has been foreclosed and cleaned out. There is no seat you can run that we can not find you. ``

Henry rolled off the desk and lay face up on the office story. 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 facial expression, she let on the loose with a overflow of urine which she swept up and down his body by rocking her pelvic girdle back and Forth. She then looked down and him and said in a slightly sing- song spokesperson, `` Who pissed on who now ? ``

As she picked up her slack to fit out, she turned back to face him and added, `` Julie 's right wing. You definitely pissed up the unseasonable Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree when you took on The tercet J's and an S. ''

Joan looked down at him and gave one final education. `` You have five minute to be out of the works or the surety safeguard will assume you down as an armed and dangerous intruder. I think you know what fellowship policy is in that circumstance. ``

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

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

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The residue of the summertime was relatively uneventful. After a lot of conversation, a lot of tender loving care and even some not-so-tender but still loving interaction with Joan, Sara was soon back to being her normal bubbly, naked self. A week after Mr Swanson / Dr Walcott turned himself into the law, there was a `` menage 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 overlord password in Hope that you might trip up across something and let us know. We really did n't carry 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 behind the scenes to make affair chance. We just dealt with Mr. Whatever-his-name- really-was. ``

'' Someday, you will have the strings tied to you, '' said her father. `` 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 backing, they have the great power to act ... and they know how to use that baron. ``

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

Turning to face Joan, Julie and Judy, he finished with, `` You all have another class of undergraduate, and there are some heavy days yet to go before you get your doctor's degree. I am sure you have many adventures yet to come. ``

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