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Julie, Judy, and Joan had been friends since before kindergarten. When their mother car pooled for school events, etc, they spoke of `` picking up The Three J's. '' Teachers, and about of the community soon started referring to them as `` The Three J's. '' In the fourth grade, Sara 's mother went to work for Julie 's mother as a Captain 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 almost of the residential area as `` The Three J 's and an S. ''

To a great 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 coevals of refinement and tradition. Sara was `` working social class '' who cleaned up well, but remained slightly an outsider. Partly Sara was the odd one out because of physical deviation. The trio J's were from northern European stock with blanch hide, brightness fuzz, and blue center. Sara was always slightly shorter, more than slightly to a lesser extent pallid, and had dark hair's-breadth and deep Robert Brown centre. 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 potent personalities and always somewhat of a handful for their parents and their teacher. Sara, on the early handwriting, 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 still picayune fille in the corner who never caused any trouble in class. Still, The Three J's accepted her for what she was, or perhaps despite what she was. Conversely, she accepted The troika J's for what they were and accepted that she was n't quite their rival and would never be as finis as these three girls who had totally grown up together.

The trey J's and an S are now college Juniors who elbow room together in an off-campus apartment. Sara, who has very restrain financial agency, Cook, clean and keeps the apartment as her share of the rent, utilities and solid food. stopping point January, The 3 J's and an S spent Winter suspension at a ski cabin time-shared by Joan 's founder. 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 workweek before the end of the school year.

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CHAPTER ONE
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It was a bright, sunny, early April morning when Joan walked into the kitchen with her cellphone in script and announced, `` I have some good news and some bad news. ''

Julie and Judy were sitting at the kitchen table finishing breakfast. Sara, clad only in her contraband velvet pinch, was cleaning up the counter. All three turned to bet at Joan as she asked, `` What do you desire number one - the dear news or the bad news ? ``

'' You may as well establish 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 spokesperson. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Our parents evidently got together last week and discussed the fact that we 'needed some real world experience before we graduated .'They pulled some strings and all three of us have paid internships at a local factory. I will be helping rewrite some technical manual ; Judy will be playing sorcerer 's apprentice in the timbre control lab ; and Julie will be helping set up a new computer organization for man resourcefulness. ``

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 story would. So, they arranged for you to be a summer replacement on the output line of merchandise. It might be a little drilling, but it will pay twice or maybe triplex what you could defecate at that waitress job you were looking at. ``

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

And so on the outset Mon of June, The Three J's and an S reported for work at `` perfect positron emission tomography Plant turn 7. '' perfective tense Pets made and sold everything that you would ever need for a cat, dog, gymnastic horse, hamster or whatever you wanted. industrial plant number 7 was a nutrient processing plant. It was extremely clean, and the temperature and humidity were very well controlled, but the overtake smell of drying pet nutrient permeated the area. Even in the sealed ease of the position area, everything smelled vaguely of pork, beef cattle, fish, corn whisky, soy and whatever else they were cooking, grinding up, mixing and compressing into `` Perfect Pet Pellets. ``

The first few weeks went by rather rapidly. The troika J's were obviously enjoying their new adventure into the `` real world. '' Sara, however, began to acquire more and More withdrawn and pipe down with each passing day. Although at kickoff she would quite willingly percentage 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 hold out a nightshirt to bed that she did n't off even when fixing breakfast for The Three J's.

The threesome J 's knew very well that Sara was a submissive show-off who had no trouble showing her body to anyone and everyone. She loved to run around the apartment bare and would probably go to year raw if she could get away with it. If Sara was hiding her torso, something was definitely wrong, and it had something to do with Perfect favorite works Number 7.

Finally, Joan texted Julie and Judy to converge her during their break so they could sing about the position. `` Something is terribly wrongly, '' began Joan, `` but Sara wo n't talk about it. She just curls up in a orb on the bed and watchword. 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 flora. ``

'' I have to go out onto the production base and take sampling several time a shift key, '' offered Judy. `` I 'll see if I can find out anything. ``

'' I will go through the late news report in the figurer 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 wide access countersign and I can get to anything on that system. It had to have been a mistake, 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 access. ``

'' OK, '' answered Joan. `` We meet here again tomorrow and comparison preeminence. I will try to talk to her again tonight, but I do n't want to labor 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 samples, she intentionally changed her path through the steaming and rattling automobile 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 Whitney Moore Young Jr. Hispanic woman was working as a bag makeweight on one of the older, fully manual simple machine. Normally, filling 40lb bags on one of the former automobile was a two somebody job. One person loaded empties onto the chute and activated the dump, the early pulled the bag through the sealant, which sewed the top of the bag shut, and stacked the bag on a pallet. This girl was doing both.

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

The young womanhood looked around with a very panicked look on her facial expression. `` I must hold back up, '' she said with a heavy idiom 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 moment to study the cleaning lady '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 fiddling off. I want to verify mix and quality. ``

A smother voice answered, `` Fifteen minute shutdown authorized. Remember to fill out the note in the production log when you have cleared it for restart. ``

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

'' Your friend is in much very bad trouble, '' answered The Virgin. `` She is in the supervisor 's office, but you can not help her. Mr. Swanson is a powerful man ..., and he has many powerful Friend. They do each former favor. I can say no more. ``

'' Mary, '' Judy continued. `` I know that you are legal. Why does he scare you so badly ? What power does Mr. Swanson have over you ? You can tell me. I have to know in ordination to help my friend. ``

She lowered her head and sobbed, `` My sidekick are not. He knows. He will tell his friends in in-migration. Before Sara came, it was me in his government agency. 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 position ? ``

Blessed Virgin stared at the flooring as she answered. `` Mr. Gloria Swanson is a very malign man. He treats everyone very well and everyone thinks he is a peachy person, but he picks out one or two masses who are weak ... or have closed book. '' She paused to sob softly. `` Then he traps them and makes them do terrible thing. ``

'' What kind of terrible affair ? ``

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

'' The first fourth dimension he called me to his place, he told me that I was wearing too much wearable and that I should pull up stakes my underwear with him. I did n't want to, but he knew my brother 's names and where they lived and where they worked and he said that all he had to do was to call his protagonist and my Brother would be in slammer until they were deported. ``

'' I told him that I would go to the privy and bring him back my underwear. He said, 'No chiquita you will strip naked rightfulness 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 organic structure. Finally he let me go back to work. Before I left his office, he said, 'Make sure there is cypher under those knickers but you tomorrow. I 'm going to check .'''

'' The side by side day, nil happened. I thought maybe he had forgotten, but after the afternoon break - almost at quitting metre - he called me into his federal agency. He showed me pictures that he had taken from before. I was standing there naked in front man of him like I was a puta. He said ,'I 'm sure your mother would like to see this, would n't she ? One suction stop and that impression goes straight to the settlement email account. I 'm sure as shooting someone will show 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 felicitous or your brothers can see your naked ass pictures when they finally get back to your deplorable ass hamlet .'''

Judy stood silently listening to her history. Madonna was now weeping heavily and choking out her Scripture. `` I have become his esclava - slave. He uses me however he wants. The cameras in his office take videos. Each fourth dimension is worse than the stopping point. So that he would n't exhibit my small town the scene of me raw, I suckled his polla. So that he would n't show the video 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 jazz 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 help her. She is lost ... like I am. ``

'' I have power, too, '' answered Judy. She keyed her wireless and spoke, `` make-up is slightly spark, but within tolerance. I recommend cutting the line speed to one one-half for the residual of the shift to prevent powdering. ``

'' Acknowledged, '' came the answer. `` Remember to take a crap the right notations on the yield agenda. ``

Judy smiled up at Blessed Virgin. `` Now you can keep up with your yield quota without a job. Tomorrow, as soon as Mr Swanson calls Sara to his office, I want you to paginate me. Do n't bid me, page me and say, 'Reminder to Judy that a follow up sample is needed on A-43 .'Say it just like that, OK ? I am not the only one who will hear it. I also have powerful acquaintance, Maria. You will be safe 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 know what she had learned. Julie said that she would go down to IT and see if she could lecture Jeff, the in-house dweeb, into pulling up the security system camera feeds from the supervisor 's business office in Sara 's area.

When she explained to Jeff that she needed to see what was going on in that office, he shrugged his shoulders and replied, `` I would bonk to help you, but I would demand a full access password to spread the security video channels, and they do n't give 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 screen that said in bold missive, `` executive program Level Password Required. ``

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

The covert flickered slightly and a menu appeared listing all of the security measures cameras in the integral plant, including the function and security office region. `` Wow ! '' exclaimed Jeff. `` Who do you eff to get that kind of password ? ``

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

Jeff selected the camera labeled `` Office - Production Area A, '' and an image appeared on the silver 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 surety cameras record to a peculiar drive 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 minuscule metre stamp in the corner of the image that the computing device puts on the image as it records. ``

Jeff held his hand so that he was pointing to the corner of the filmdom. He and Julie watched as the metre stamp slowly counted out the moment and seconds. `` Wait a bit, '' Jeff suddenly said. `` Something is hinky here. ``

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

'' See that machine in the desktop ? The one just outside the position window ? ``

Julie leaned in close and nodded her head yes.

'' That is one of the new reflexive packer. I program them. All the operator has to do is put the bag on the sloping trough. The machine fill, sheep pen, sews and then stacks the bag on a pallet for shipping. It even rotates the pallet a quarter spell after each bag. That motorcar is running continuously. It should be stopping every 40 bagful to allow a face lift operator to switch pallets."

He squinted carefully at the covert. `` And the tallness of the push-down storage on the palette is n't changing. ``

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

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

'' I would need access to the raw video feed, '' answered Jeff. `` And that ai n't gon na happen because the only 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 organization of the figurer. If you have it, you can override any and all password and especial restrictions from instruction prompting. 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 password, you can use the overide key. That is the firstly four digits of the code. With a master countersign and the nullification key, the computing machine generates the rest of the codification using a Fibonacci algorithm. But even with a sea captain password, without the override key Fibonacci startle sequence there is no way I could do anything. You do n't happen to know 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 recollect. Try 3839. ``

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

'' The archetype TV is going into several hidden folders. There are a lot of television stored there, including the loop that is replacing the camera feed. They have exceptional passwords and look like they can be accessed only from one inner and three outside links. ''

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

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

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

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

A few moments later, Julie placed the small transfer of training driving force in her purse. Before returning to her lab, she used the earphone on Jeff 's desk to cry her father. After a few smooth Book, 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 meshwork to do what he wants you to do. He asked me if I thought I could hope you. I told him that I did. Do n't let down me. He said he needs to share some other passwords and addresses with you that no one else can ever know. ``

Jeff 's eye were very wide as Julie handed him the speech sound and turned and left the office to refund to her lab.

Later that evening, The deuce-ace J's called Sara into the TV way. Joan 's computer was set up to display on the large silver screen. `` There is something we have to show you, '' said Joan softly. She put her script on Sara 's shoulder joint and guided her to one of the big, cushy death chair that sat in front of the TV and then sat on the arm alongside her. Sara wept quietly as the telecasting began with her entering Mr. Swanson 's part and removing her article of clothing. She folded each piece carefully and laid it on the table adjacent to the door. She was not wearing any underclothes, but that was not unusual for her. What was unusual was that her ass impudence were mottled with welts and old bruises.

Mr. Gloria Swanson pointed to his private parts and she walked over to his desk and knelt between his legs. Unzipping his pants, she freed his somewhat large pricking, which was totally wilted and flaccid. She took it into her mouth and soon it was soaked and prepare. He slapped her on the top of her mind and she got up and leaned over the desk and presented her ass to him.

Mr. Swanson stood up and moved between her leg. There was no sound, but her scream was obvious as he thrust suddenly and deeply into her ass and immediately began pumping. He did n't finis long, but to Sara it must have seemed like an eternity. Finally he finished and withdrew his now limp prick from her ass. He reached over to his desk and pressed a button on a small remote control. Suddenly there was audio 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 smash. ``

'' Maybe you will eventually operate your way up to a ten and you will be able 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 post leaning over the desk. Mr. Swanson removed the belt from his pants and doubled it in his paw. `` count them ! '' he barked as he brought his arm up above his head.

A fantastic `` Crack ! '' echoed from the television loudspeaker system, followed by Sara 's pass away and shaking voice, `` One. ``

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

'' crack ! ``

'' Three. ``

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

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

Joan cradled Sara in her arms as she sobbed and wept for many minute. When her vociferation began to subside, Joan said softly, `` Sara, we know that he used Maria 's brothers to threaten her and keep her subdued. What is he using to manipulate you ? ``

'' He knows all about all of us .... everything ... our whole lives. He has access to our college records. He has access code to our deferred payment reports. He even has access code to your parent 's tax platter. I do n't care about me, but if I do n't do everything he asks, he will destroy The Three J's, and your families. ``

Sara stood up and faced The trinity J's. `` He has very potent admirer. He can change your school records. He can interchange your parent 's tax records. He can even delete any criminal record that you were ever born. I could n't tell you. He said that if I did, he would call his ally and it would all be over. He also said that if anything happened to him, his very powerful ally would retaliate against you. ``

'' The trine J's have some powerful champion, too, Sara. Tomorrow, when he calls you into his office, maria will give notice Julie and she will visit 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 berth, 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 next day, shortly after lunch, Mr. Swanson walked out onto the product trading floor and told Sara to total to his office staff in 15 minutes. He continued to watch her through the office windows after he got back to his office as she stacked some extra travelling bag alongside the motorcar so Maria could get over.

What he did not notice was Maria picking up the floor phone. She pressed *19 for a plant-wide page and throughout the stallion deftness, a squawky substance came over the speakers, `` Reminder to Judy that a succeed up sample is needed on A-43. ``

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

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

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

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

Julie took a belittled notebook computer from her pocket. `` Dr. Henry Walcott, professor of Psychology ... Dismissed for abusing female students under the pretext of inquiry into subservient behavior. ''

She closed the notebook. `` You were very honest at detecting submissive personalities and exploiting them, Dr. Walcott. The university wanted to keep everything quiet, so you pled shamed and admit mandatory counseling 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 former penis of your therapy group disappeared at the same clock time - two brothers who were expert cyber-terrorist with a impuissance for kiddie porn. Their criminal record also disappeared with them. ``

Mr Gloria May Josephine Svensson - Henry Walcott - picked up his earphone. `` I warned you not to try anything. I guess I have to let my Friend know what is happening. ``

He punched respective button on the earphone. Nothing happened.

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

Henry stared at her with an face 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 stress her comment, the plant-wide paging system boomed out. `` This is Mrs. Harriet Walker, the plant superintendent. All doer are to leave the plant quickly and in thoroughly order. You have time to stop by the changing room, but do not stop to shower. We have a billet in the cooling system that could become grievous in a few 60 minutes and are evacuating the plant before beginning reparation. All employees will be paid for the stallion shift. ``

H stared out the office windows as all machines came to a halt and workers started filing to the exits. `` That was my aunty, '' explained Julie.

Patrick Henry attempted to say something, but his backtalk merely opened and closed like a angle flopping on the dock. Julie smiled and continued, `` My father is CEO of the parent tummy that owns Perfect Pets. ``

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

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

Julie stepped in movement of him. `` Jeff in IT back-tracked all access to your trivial telecasting. Brian and Billy got a visit from homeland surety early this dayspring. They thought it was safe to access the plant network directly rather than through all the procurator they use for hacking. They are very in effect hackers. They can get into anywhere, even heavily-secured government scheme. 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 systems, but the transfer paths were too well concealed. However, once they had the blackness net universal resource locator and hidden IP addresses that Jeff tracked down, it all fell into place. I think Billy and Brian's new computer address will be an unrevealed secure prison position with no Windows and no electronic computer memory access - except what the Government might want them to have .'''

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

Joan spun his chair another quarter turn. `` And that senatorial aide who took care of things for you in Washington ... he lost command of his car on the beltway this morning and died in the resulting stroke. That was n't really component part of dad 's plan, but you can never tell how far politicians will go to void a really nasty scandal. ``

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

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

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

H stood and fumbled with his wearable with shaking hands.

Sara walked over to henry 's desk, removed her slacks and sat down in his chair. She pointed at her genitals and said, `` Let 's see how good a job you can do. '' She then scooted down and diffuse her pegleg to let on her pussy.

henry looked around the way and started to abuse towards the room access, but it was blocked by the eight brothers. Defeated, he sank to his knee joint and nuzzled into Sara 's waiting bitch. After a few moments, she began to moan softly and grabbed his head to ram him tighter into her crotch. Soon she was using his whisker to draw his face across her clit. Finally, she squeezed tightly with her thighs and held his point tightly between her legs with her mitt. After a few moment, he began to struggle for air. A few proceedings 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 wall hanging in front of her. `` I think you know the position, '' she said in her heavily accented English.

Again Henry looked for possible flight, but again, he recognized the hopelessness of his spot. He leaned over the boundary of his own desk as Maria stepped between his wooden leg and poking forward with the hard, pliant peg. Had there been anyone left in the plant life to get word him, everyone would bear heard his thigh-slapper. As it was, the security guards at the gates vaguely heard something, but they had been instructed to ignore anything and everything unless they were called into the plant by someone with the right field pass phrase.

Eventually, Henry 's howler and outcry subsided and Maria stopped her onslaught on his ass.

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

'' I would rate 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 ? ``

henry remained silent.

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

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

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

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

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

There was a meretricious `` Crack ! '' and a scream from Henry.

Nine more go echoed through the room, each was followed by a tenacious scream from the quondam flooring supervisory program. When the first comrade was finished, he took the stead of one of the men holding Henry down on the desk.

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

Each of the brothers took their turn with the belt. After the fourth blood brother, there were no more screams, just small whimper. After the final brother was finished, the three Mexican women and their crony left the office.

Julie lifted Henry 's head from the desk and spoke directly to him. `` You have 48 hours to turn yourself into the police under your own, avowedly public figure. If you do not, we will ascertain you, and we will deliver you to Maria 's village in Mexico. I think they will be happy to see you. ``

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

Henry 's eyes were wide with awe as Joan finished with, `` Your money box accounts are empty. Your car is officially listed as stolen. Your mansion has been foreclosed and cleaned out. There is no property you can run that we can not find you. ``

Henry rolled off the desk and lay face up on the office storey. Looking down at him, Sara suddenly had a very odd smiling on her face. She stood up and walked over to where Joseph Henry lay. Standing over him with one foot on either side of his human face, she let loose with a flood of urine 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 slackness to plume, she turned back to grimace him and added, `` Julie 's right. You definitely pissed up the ill-timed 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 minutes to be out of the plant or the security system sentry go will take you down as an armed and dangerous trespasser. 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 wear from the storey 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 attendant loving forethought 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 police force, there was a `` family confluence '' with The Three J's and their parents along with Sara and her mother.

'' We were n't for certain what was going on in the works, '' began Julie 's dad. `` But we knew that something was terribly haywire. We arranged for Julie to have a professional password in hope that you might stumble across something and let us know. We really did n't anticipate 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 train behind the scenes to prepare things happen. We just dealt with Mr. Whatever-his-name- really-was. ``

'' Someday, you will have the bowed stringed instrument tied to you, '' said her father. `` And Sara, you now know that you have to trust Joan and the other Js. They will serve you regardless of what anyone else says or threatens. With our mount, they have the superpower to act ... and they know how to use that power. ``

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

turn to grimace Joan, Julie and Judy, he finished with, `` You all have another yr of undergrad, and there are some lumbering years yet to go before you get your doctorate. I am sure you have many escapade yet to fare. ``

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