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Julie, Judy, and Joan had been friends since before kindergarten. When their mother car pooled for schoolhouse event, etc, they spoke of `` picking up The Three J's. '' Teachers, and most of the community soon started referring to them as `` The leash J's. '' In the quartern grad, Sara 's mother went to ferment for Julie 's mother as a Cook and housekeeper, and since her mom lived in an apartment over the service department, Sara was added to the mix. After that, they became known to their parents, teachers and most of the biotic community as `` The ternary J 's and an S. ''

To a great extent, Sara was always the `` tag along. '' Partly this was because of the difference in economical status. The Three J's were `` from money '' with generations of finish and custom. Sara was `` working class '' who cleaned up well, but remained slightly an outsider. Partly Sara was the odd one out because of physical differences. The trio J's were from Northern European lineage with wan cutis, light hair, and downhearted centre. Sara was always slightly shorter, more than slightly less pallid, and had dark whisker and deep browned eyes. But primarily, Sara was the tag along because of the difference in personality.

From their prison term in pre-school together, The Three J's were all alpha-females with unassailable personalities and always somewhat of a handful for their parents and their instructor. Sara, on the other hand, was more of a beta, Gamma, or even delta personality and tended to accede to whatever The three J's said or did. Sara was always the serenity little girl in the corner who never caused any problems in class. Still, The III 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 close as these three girls who had totally grown up together.

The ternion J's and an S are now college Jr who room together in an off-campus apartment. Sara, who has very fix financial means, cooks, cleans and keeps the apartment as her share of the rent, utilities and food. Last Jan, The trio J's and an S spent winter open frame at a ski cabin time-shared by Joan 's Father-God. While there, Judy met Ron, Julie met Kevin, and Sara and Joan finally admitted to themselves what everyone else already screw ..., that they were strongly attracted to each former in a loving, D/s relationship.

We rejoin them several calendar week before the end of the school year.

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CHAPTER ONE
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It was a brilliantly, sunny, former Apr morning when Joan walked into the kitchen with her cellular telephone in handwriting and announced, `` I have some serious tidings and some bad news program. ''

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

'' You may as well give us the bad newsworthiness 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 voice. ``

She paused a instant 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 sort of summer job, stood quietly behind the two young woman. She did n't want to show her felicity that Joan would not be away from her at all during the summer.

'' And the adept news show is ? ... '' asked Judy.

'' We do n't have 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 mean ? ``

'' Our parents evidently got together finish hebdomad and discussed the fact that we 'needed some existent world experience before we graduated .'They pulled some string and all three of us have paid internships at a local mill. I will be helping rewrite some technical manual ; Judy will be playing sorcerer 's learner in the calibre control lab ; and Julie will be helping set up a new calculator system for human resources. ``

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

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

And so on the first Mon of June, The Three J's and an S reported for work at `` perfect Pets industrial plant bit 7. '' perfective ducky made and sold everything that you would ever take for a cat, dog, horse, hamster or whatever you wanted. Plant issue 7 was a food for thought processing plant. It was extremely clean, and the temperature and humidness were very well controlled, but the drown spirit of drying pet food permeated the area. Even in the sealed comfort of the federal agency area, everything smelled vaguely of pork, beef, fish, corn whisky, soy and whatever else they were cooking, grinding up, mixing and compressing into `` Perfect Pet Pellets. ``

The first few calendar week went by rather rapidly. The Three J's were obviously enjoying their new risky venture into the `` real earthly concern. '' Sara, however, began to maturate to a greater extent and more withdrawn and quiet with each passing day. Although at first she would quite willingly share what had happened in her day with Joan and the early J 's, recently she would n't even reply 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 III J's.

The deuce-ace J 's knew very well that Sara was a slavish exhibitionist who had no trouble showing her body to anyone and everyone. She loved to run around the apartment naked and would probably go to class naked if she could get away with it. If Sara was hiding her body, something was definitely incorrectly, and it had something to do with perfective tense Pets plant life Number 7.

Finally, Joan texted Julie and Judy to meet her during their break so they could tattle about the position. `` Something is terribly wrong, '' began Joan, `` but Sara wo n't mouth about it. She just curls up in a testis on the bed and outcry. 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 output floors and take sample several sentence a shifting, '' offered Judy. `` I 'll see if I can recover out anything. ``

'' I will go through the Recent reports in the computer and see if there is anything that stands out, '' added Julie. `` I do n't get it on if they realized it, but they gave me a broad access watchword and I can get to anything on that organization. It had to possess been a mistake, but I 'm not going to tell them about it until the end of the summer in compositor's case something comes up that I need that much access. ``

'' OK, '' answered Joan. `` We meet here again tomorrow and comparison bank note. I will try to sing to her again tonight, but I do n't desire to push 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 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 womanhood was working as a bag filler on one of the older, fully manual machines. Normally, filling 40lb bags on one of the honest-to-goodness car was a two person job. One individual loaded empties onto the chute and activated the wasteyard, the early pulled the bag through the sealer, which sewed the top of the bag shut, and stacked the bag on a palette. This young woman 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 laborious idiom 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 study the woman 's ID badge and then picked up her in-plant tuner and keyed it on. `` Requesting shut down of bag railway line A-43. Something does n't look right-hand with the color and the odor seems a little off. I want to control mix and lineament. ``

A muffled vocalism answered, `` Fifteen instant shutdown authorized. Remember to dispatch the notation in the yield logarithm when you have cleared it for restart. ``

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

'' Your friend is in much very bad difficulty, '' answered Madonna. `` She is in the executive program 's part, but you can not assist her. Mr. Swanson is a right man ..., and he has many right Quaker. They do each former party favour. I can say no more. ``

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

She lowered her head and sobbed, `` My pal are not. He knows. He will assure his admirer in in-migration. Before Sara came, it was me in his office. I do n't cognize what he knows about Sara, but you can not help her. He is muy poderoso jefe. ``

'' What happens in his berth ? ``

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

'' What kind of wicked things ? ``

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

'' The first base time he called me to his office, he told me that I was wearing too much vesture and that I should leave my underwear with him. I did n't desire to, but he knew my brother 's figure and where they lived and where they worked and he said that all he had to do was to call his champion and my brothers would be in jailhouse 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 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 release slowly around so that he could stare at my eubstance. Finally he let me go back to study. Before I left his office, he said, 'Make sure there is nix under those pants but you tomorrow. I 'm going to check .'''

'' The adjacent day, zero happened. I thought maybe he had forgotten, but after the afternoon interruption - almost at quitting clock time - he called me into his office. He showed me pictures that he had taken from before. I was standing there naked in presence of him like I was a puta. He said ,'I 'm sure as shooting your mother would like to see this, would n't she ? One detent and that picture goes straight to the village email account. I 'm for sure soul 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 private parts. His fly was unzipped and his polla was hanging out. 'Strip !'he yelled. 'And make me happy or your brothers can see your nude ass pictures when they finally get back to your grim ass hamlet .'''

Judy stood silently listening to her taradiddle. Mary was now weeping heavily and choking out her language. `` I have become his esclava - striver. He uses me however he wants. The photographic camera in his office take TV. Each time is worse than the live on. So that he would n't prove my village the picture of me naked, 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 telecasting of that to my kinsfolk, 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. Gloria Swanson is el Diablo Senor. He is much, much too powerful. You can not assist her. She is lost ... like I am. ``

'' I have king, too, '' answered Judy. She keyed her tuner and spoke, `` opus is slightly light, but within tolerance. I recommend cutting the ancestry speed to one half for the balance of the chemise to preclude powdering. ``

'' Acknowledged, '' came the reply. `` Remember to make the right notational system on the product 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 spot, I want you to page me. Do n't ring 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 brawny admirer, Calophyllum longifolium. You will be dependable after tomorrow. ``

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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 tattle Jeff, the in-house nerd, into pulling up the security camera feeds from the supervisor 's office in Sara 's area.

When she explained to Jeff that she needed to see what was going on in that power, he shrugged his articulatio humeri and replied, `` I would love to help you, but I would demand a good access password to open the security measure TV channels, and they do n't give way those out to low-level tech like me. '' He then type something into his keyboard and moved aside slightly to demonstrate her a security sign-in silver screen that said in bluff letter, `` Supervisor spirit level word 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 aunt gave me three 'nevers'when she set up my password. Never bury it ; never change it ; and never show it to anyone. ``

The concealment flickered slightly and a carte appeared listing all of the surety camera in the entire plant, including the office and security measure office areas. `` Wow ! '' exclaimed Jeff. `` Who do you have it off to get that kind of password ? ``

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

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

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

'' That 's what the computer is recording, '' responded Jeff. `` All of the security photographic camera platter to a special 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 little meter stamp in the corner of the image that the computer puts on the image as it records. ``

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

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

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

Julie leaned in close and nodded her head yes.

'' That is one of the new automatic baggers. I program them. All the operator has to do is put the bag on the chute. The automobile fills, folds, sews and then stacks the bag on a pallet for shipping. It even rotates the pallet a quarter turn after each bag. That car is running continuously. It should be stopping every 40 bags to give up a rise operator to change pallets."

He squinted carefully at the CRT screen. `` And the peak of the stack on the palette is n't changing. ``

He studied the image on his monitor for several minutes. `` 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 really video recording ? '' asked Julie.

'' I would postulate access to the raw video provender, '' answered Jeff. `` And that ai n't gon na hap because the only way I could do that is if I had the override code. ``

'' What 's an reverse computer code ? ``

'' It 's a sixteen fingerbreadth telephone number that is built into the base operating scheme of the computing machine. If you have it, you can overthrow any and all passwords and special restrictions from command command prompt. But only the really big hirer even know it exists, and no one except the CEO and the top dog programmer know it. ``

'' Is there any other way ? ``

'' Well, if you have a master key password, you can use the overide key. That is the first four digits of the code. With a master password and the override key, the computer generates the rest of the codification using a Fibonacci algorithmic rule. But even with a master countersign, without the override key Fibonacci start successiveness there is no way I could do anything. You do n't pass to screw the OKFib, do you ? ``

'' 3839 '' blurted Julie.

'' What ! '' yelled Jeff.

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

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

'' The master copy television is going into several hidden booklet. There are a lot of picture stored there, including the iteration that is replacing the tv camera feed. They have exceptional passwords and look like they can be accessed only from one internal and three outside contact. ''

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

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

Jeff moved away from the monitor so Julie could see the image as the video played on the screenland. 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 conjuration password I think anything is possible. Hand me one of those small compositor's case over there. ``

A few consequence later, Julie placed the small carry-over driving force in her purse. Before returning to her lab, she used the phone on Jeff 's desk to call her father. After a few calm down discussion, she handed the earphone to Jeff and said, `` He wants to talk to you. He said you would demand the victor OKFIB for the companywide network to do what he wants you to do. He asked me if I thought I could trust you. I told him that I did. Do n't disappoint me. He said he needs to share some other watchword and savoir-faire with you that no one else can ever know. ``

Jeff 's centre were very wide as Julie handed him the telephone set and turned and left the part to refund to her lab.

Later that evening, The troika J's called Sara into the TV room. Joan 's computing machine was set up to display on the large silver screen. `` There is something we have to show you, '' said Joan softly. She put her hand on Sara 's shoulder and guided her to one of the big, gentle chairs that sat in figurehead of the TV and then sat on the arm alongside her. Sara wept quietly as the video began with her entering Mr. Swanson 's billet and removing her wear. She folded each firearm carefully and laid it on the mesa next to the door. She was not wearing any underwear, but that was not strange for her. What was unusual was that her ass cheeks were mottled with weal and old bruises.

Mr. Swanson pointed to his crotch and she walked over to his desk and knelt between his legs. Unzipping his trouser, she freed his somewhat enceinte prick, which was totally limp and flaccid. She took it into her mouth and soon it was stiff and ready. He slapped her on the top of her head and she got up and leaned over the desk and presented her ass to him.

Mr. Swanson stood up and moved between her stage. There was no sound, but her screaming was obvious as he thrust suddenly and deeply into her ass and immediately began pumping. He did n't stopping point long, but to Sara it must have seemed like an eternity. Finally he finished and withdrew his now limp tool from her ass. He reached over to his desk and pressed a clit on a small remote. Suddenly there was auditory sensation 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. Gloria May Josephine Svensson, '' answered Sara. `` It means three with your swath. ``

'' Maybe you will eventually work 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 billet leaning over the desk. Mr. Swanson removed the whang from his pants and doubled it in his hands. `` reckoning them ! '' he barked as he brought his arm up above his head.

A tremendous `` crack ! '' echoed from the tv set speakers, followed by Sara 's choked and trembling voice, `` One. ``

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

'' Crack ! ``

'' Three. ``

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

Sara slowly picked up her clothes from the table and dressed herself. Then moving carefully as if in annoyance, she left the office. The telecasting ended shortly thereafter.

Joan cradled Sara in her arms as she sobbed and wept for many mo. When her crying began to subside, Joan said softly, `` Sara, we know that he used Calophyllum longifolium 's brothers to threaten her and keep her tranquillity. What is he using to control you ? ``

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

Sara stood up and faced The tierce J's. `` He has very mighty admirer. He can interchange your schoolhouse book. He can change your parent 's tax track record. He can even erase any record that you were ever born. I could n't tell you. He said that if I did, he would call his Friend and it would all be over. He also said that if anything happened to him, his very powerful friends would revenge against you. ``

'' The Three J's have some powerful friends, too, Sara. Tomorrow, when he calls you into his office, Maria will send word Julie and she will cry 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 billet, just stand by the room access. 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 following day, shortly after lunch, Mr. Swanson walked out onto the product level and told Sara to come up to his office in fifteen minutes. He continued to watch over her through the agency windows after he got back to his office as she stacked some extra suitcase alongside the machine so Calophyllum longifolium could lead over.

What he did not poster was Maria picking up the floor headphone. She pressed *19 for a plant-wide page and throughout the full facility, a squawky message came over the speaker unit, `` Reminder to Judy that a follow 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 name for you three. Go back to your job. 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 's, '' began Judy, `` You pissed up the incorrect 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 small notebook from her pouch. `` Dr. H Walcott, prof of Psychology ... Dismissed for abusing female scholarly person under the pretence of research into submissive conduct. ''

She closed the notebook. `` You were very good at detecting submissive personalities and exploiting them, Dr. Walcott. The university wanted to stay fresh everything quiet, so you pled guilty and accepted mandate counseling and group therapy. But seven months after you started therapy, suddenly all records of your crime ... and of your life disappeared ... So did you. Two early members of your therapy grouping disappeared at the same meter - two brothers who were expert hackers with a weakness for kiddie porn. Their records also disappeared with them. ``

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

He punched various buttons on the phone. Nothing happened.

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

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

As if to punctuate her remarks, the plant-wide paging system boomed out. `` This is Mrs Harriet Walker, the flora superintendent. All doer are to leave the plant quickly and in dependable order. You have clock time to stop by the changing suite, but do not stop to shower. We have a spot in the cooling organisation that could go dangerous in a few time of day and are evacuating the works before beginning repairs. All employees will be paid for the total shift. ``

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

Henry attempted to say something, but his mouth merely opened and closed like a Pisces flopping on the dock. Julie smiled and continued, `` My father is CEO of the parent corporation that owns perfective tense favorite. ``

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

'' Mine is tribal chief Legal Officer, '' said Joan.

Julie stepped in strawman of him. `` Jeff in IT back-tracked all accession to your little TV. Brian and Billy got a visit from native land security early this morning. They thought it was safe to approach the plant network directly rather than through all the placeholder they use for hacking. They are very practiced hackers. They can get into anywhere, even heavily-secured government systems. It seems that the FBI and Homeland security measures have been trying for month to envision out who was hacking into the Pentagon and IRS computer systems, but the transfer of training paths were too well concealed. However, once they had the black net URLS and enshroud IP addresses that Jeff tracked down, it all fell into place. I think truncheon and Brian's new reference will be an undisclosed secure prison locating with no windows and no computer accession - except what the Government might want them to let .'''

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

Joan spun his electric chair another quarter turn. `` And that senatorial aide-de-camp who took care of matter for you in Washington ... he lost control of his car on the beltway this cockcrow and died in the ensue accident. That was n't really office of dad 's plan, but you can never tell how far politician will go to debar a really nasty scandal. ``

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

When Mr. Swanson / Walcott did n't 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 mare and Sofie and Carmen. I do n't mean you have met their brothers. I said, 'Strip !'''

H stood and fumbled with his habiliment with shaking hands.

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

henry looked around the way and started to maltreat towards the door, but it was blocked by the eight brothers. Defeated, he sank to his genu and nuzzled into Sara 's waiting bitch. After a few moments, she began to groan softly and grabbed his chief to force him tighter into her genital organ. Soon she was using his hair to draw out his cheek across her clit. Finally, she squeezed tightly with her thighs and held his pass tightly between her legs with her script. After a few second, he began to struggle 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 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 situation. He leaned over the border of his own desk as maria stepped between his branch and thrust forward with the concentrated, plastic peg. Had there been anyone left in the plant to hear him, everyone would have heard his scream. As it was, the certificate 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 someone with the right strait phrase.

Eventually, Patrick Henry 's shriek and rallying cry subsided and Maria stopped her bombardment on his ass.

'' I give you a nought 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 whang, '' he answered weakly.

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

Two of the declamatory Mexican men came over and forced Joseph Henry 's chest onto the desk. One of the others slipped off his knock 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 cheap `` Crack ! '' and a thigh-slapper from Henry.

Nine more than cracks echoed through the elbow room, each was followed by a tenacious scream from the former floor supervisor. When the 1st brother was finished, he took the place of one of the men holding henry down on the desk.

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

Each of the blood brother took their bit with the belt. After the fourth sidekick, there were no more shriek, just diminished whimpers. After the end brother was finished, the three Mexican women and their blood brother left the office.

Julie lifted William Henry 's head from the desk and spoke directly to him. `` You have 48 hours to change state yourself into the police under your own, reliable name. If you do not, we will find you, and we will drive home you to Maria 's village in Mexico. I think they will be glad to see you. ``

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

henry 's eyes were spacious with fear as Joan finished with, `` Your cant business relationship are abandon. Your car is officially listed as stolen. Your house has been foreclosed and cleaned out. There is no place you can run that we can not find you. ``

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

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

Joan looked down at him and gave one concluding educational activity. `` You have five instant to be out of the plant or the security safeguard will convey you down as an armed and grave intruder. I think you know what company policy is in that setting. ``

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 rest of the summer was relatively uneventful. After a lot of conversation, a lot of tender loving charge and even some not-so-tender but still loving interaction with Joan, Sara was soon back to being her rule bubbly, naked self. A week after Mr Swanson / Dr Walcott turned himself into the police, there was a `` family get together '' with The Three J's and their parents along with Sara and her mother.

'' We were n't sure what was going on in the plant, '' began Julie 's dad. `` But we knew that something was terribly wrong. We arranged for Julie to have a skipper password in hopes that you might hit across something and let us eff. We really did n't require you to cover it so well more or less on your own. ``

'' It was n't exactly on our own, '' answered Joan. `` After we contacted you, you pulled a lot of twine behind the scenes to earn affair pass. We just cope with Mr. Whatever-his-name- really-was. ``

'' Someday, you will have the strings tied to you, '' said her Father-God. `` And Sara, you now know that you have to trust Joan and the other Js. They will help 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 top executive. ``

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

Turning to look Joan, Julie and Judy, he finished with, `` You all have another year of undergrad, and there are some intemperate years yet to go before you get your doctor's degree. I am sure you have many dangerous undertaking yet to come. ``

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