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Julie, Judy, and Joan had been acquaintance since before kindergarten. When their mothers car pooled for school consequence, etc, they spoke of `` picking up The Three J's. '' instructor, and virtually of the community soon started referring to them as `` The ternary J's. '' In the fourth grad, Sara 's mother went to cultivate for Julie 's mother as a Captain 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 community as `` The threesome J 's and an S. ''

To a gravid extent, Sara was always the `` tag along. '' Partly this was because of the difference in economic status. The Three J's were `` from money '' with generation of refinement and tradition. Sara was `` working category '' who cleaned up well, but remained slightly an outsider. Partly Sara was the odd one out because of strong-arm differences. The Three J's were from northerly European breed with blench peel, fire up hair, and Amytal eyes. Sara was always slightly myopic, more than slightly less blench, and had dark hair and inscrutable chocolate-brown eyes. But primarily, Sara was the tag along because of the dispute in personality.

From their metre 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 other deal, was more of a beta, gamma, or even delta personality and tended to table to whatever The III J's said or did. Sara was always the quiet petty girl in the nook who never caused any problems in social class. Still, The Three J's accepted her for what she was, or perhaps despite what she was. Conversely, she accepted The Three J's for what they were and accepted that she was n't quite their equal and would never be as near as these three girls who had totally grown up together.

The triplet J's and an S are now college Junior who elbow room together in an off-campus apartment. Sara, who has very limited financial agency, cook, cleans and keeps the apartment as her plowshare of the rent, utilities and intellectual nourishment. terminal Jan, The triplet J's and an S spent wintertime time out 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 calendar week before the end of the school year.

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CHAPTER ONE
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It was a shining, cheery, early Apr morning when Joan walked into the kitchen with her cellphone in deal and announced, `` I have some good newsworthiness and some bad tidings. ''

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

'' You may as well give us the bad intelligence 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 second 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 Ithiel Town and working some sort of summer job, stood quietly behind the two girl. She did n't need to shew her happiness that Joan would not be away from her at all during the summer.

'' And the serious word is ? ... '' asked Judy.

'' We do n't consume to concern about getting some kind 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 last week and discussed the fact that we 'needed some real domain experience before we graduated .'They pulled some strings and all three of us have paid internships at a local manufactory. I will be helping rewrite some technical manuals ; Judy will be playing thaumaturgist 's apprentice in the quality control lab ; and Julie will be helping set up a new electronic computer system for human resources. ``

She then looked over at Sara. `` They thought a business enterprise internship would n't really be helpful for an primary teacher, but a well-paying job on the factory flooring would. So, they arranged for you to be a summer replacement on the production origin. It might be a little boring, but it will pay twice or maybe treble what you could make at that wait job you were looking at. ``

Sara was now costless to smile and show her happiness. Julie and Judy, however, were obviously lupus erythematosus than thrilled. `` I had hoped to be able to pass a lot of sentence with Kevin this summer, '' 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 summertime. ``

And so on the first-class honours degree Monday of June, The Three J's and an S reported for work at `` perfect tense Pets Plant Number 7. '' Perfect favourite made and sold everything that you would ever take for a cat, dog, horse, hamster or whatever you wanted. Plant number 7 was a food processing flora. It was extremely cleanse, and the temperature and humidity were very well controlled, but the overwhelming smell of drying pet food permeated the expanse. Even in the sealed comfort of the position area, everything smelled vaguely of pork, beef cattle, Fish, corn, soy and whatever else they were cooking, grinding up, mixing and compressing into `` Perfect Pet Pellets. ``

The maiden few weeks went by rather rapidly. The Three J's were obviously enjoying their new dangerous undertaking into the `` real human beings. '' Sara, however, began to maturate to a greater extent and more withdrawn and calm down with each passing day. Although at first base she would quite willingly parcel what had happened in her day with Joan and the other J 's, recently she would n't even reply when call for how her day had gone. Even more strangely, Sara began to outwear a nightshirt to bed that she did n't remove even when fixing breakfast for The Three J's.

The Three J 's knew very well that Sara was a subservient flasher who had no trouble showing her eubstance to anyone and everyone. She loved to run around the apartment bare and would probably go to form au naturel if she could get away with it. If Sara was hiding her organic structure, something was definitely wrongfulness, and it had something to do with perfect tense Pets plant life Number 7.

Finally, Joan texted Julie and Judy to meet her during their break so they could verbalise about the situation. `` Something is terribly legal injury, '' began Joan, `` but Sara wo n't let the cat out of the bag about it. She just curve up in a nut on the bed and cries. She wo n't let me tinge 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 storey and take samples respective times a shimmy, '' offered Judy. `` I 'll see if I can come up out anything. ``

'' I will go through the recent reputation in the computer and see if there is anything that stands out, '' added Julie. `` I do n't experience if they realized it, but they gave me a full access password and I can get to anything on that scheme. It had to have been a mistake, but I 'm not going to separate them about it until the end of the summer in case something comes up that I need that much access. ``

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

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CHAPTER TWO
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When Judy went out into the production domain to take away the mid-afternoon sample distribution, she intentionally changed her path through the steaming and rattling machines 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 young Spanish American woman was working as a bag filler on one of the quondam, fully manual of arms machine. Normally, filling 40lb purse on one of the aged automobile was a two person job. One mortal loaded empties onto the sloping trough and activated the waste-yard, the former pulled the bag through the sealer, which sewed the top of the bag shut, and stacked the bag on a pallet. This daughter was doing both.

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

The immature woman looked around with a very frightened look on her face. `` I must hold back up, '' she said with a with child emphasis as she pulled a bag through the sealer. `` I ca n't accrue behind in production or I could get fired. Please go away. Please go away. ``

Judy paused for a here and now to understand the charwoman 's ID badge and then picked up her in-plant tuner and keyed it on. `` Requesting shut down of bag line A-43. Something does n't bet right hand with the semblance and the odor seems a little off. I want to verify mix and tone. ``

A muffled vocalisation answered, `` XV minute shutdown authorized. Remember to complete the notational system in the production logarithm when you have cleared it for restart. ``

Judy smiled up at the young adult female as her machine suddenly became unsounded. `` Maria is it ? Or do you opt Virgin Mary ? We can peach now. I know you are not supposed to be running this motorcar by yourself. Where is Sara ? She is a Quaker of mine. ``

'' Your friend is in a lot very bad trouble, '' answered Mary. `` She is in the supervisor 's billet, but you can not help her. Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson is a sinewy man ..., and he has many powerful champion. They do each former party favor. I can say no more. ``

'' Madonna, '' Judy continued. `` I know that you are effectual. Why does he frighten off you so badly ? What power does Mr. Swanson have over you ? You can tell me. I have to know in purchase order to serve my friend. ``

She lowered her straits and sobbed, `` My buddy are not. He knows. He will separate his booster in immigration. Before Sara came, it was me in his power. 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 role ? ``

Blessed Virgin stared at the floor as she answered. `` Mr. Swanson is a very evil man. He treats everyone very well and everyone thinks he is a neat somebody, but he picks out one or two masses who are feeble ... or have secret. '' She paused to sob softly. `` Then he traps them and makes them do terrible things. ``

'' What sort of terrible thing ? ``

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

'' The 1st meter he called me to his office, he told me that I was wearing too much clothing and that I should leave my underclothing with him. I did n't need to, but he knew my chum 's epithet and where they lived and where they worked and he said that all he had to do was to call his admirer and my brothers would be in 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 discase 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 turn slowly around so that he could gaze at my body. Finally he let me go back to study. Before I left his office, he said, 'Make sure there is cypher under those pants but you tomorrow. I 'm going to check .'''

'' The future day, naught happened. I thought maybe he had forgotten, but after the afternoon break - almost at quitting time - he called me into his government agency. He showed me pictures that he had taken from before. I was standing there naked in movement of him like I was a puta. He said ,'I 'm sure your mother would wish to see this, would n't she ? One click and that picture goes straight to the village email account statement. I 'm sure enough 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 genitalia. His fly was unzipped and his polla was hanging out. 'Strip !'he yelled. 'And make me well-chosen or your buddy can see your naked ass pictures when they finally get back to your sorry ass village .'''

Judy stood silently listening to her tale. 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 federal agency take video recording. Each metre is worse than the endure. So that he would n't show my village the photo of me naked, I suckled his polla. So that he would n't show the video of that, I allowed him to eff me. So that he would n't express the video of that to my family, I let him fuck my anus. Now he does whatever he wants. You can not aid your admirer. She will soon be his esclava intimate like I am. Mr. Swanson is el Diablo Senor. He is much, much too powerful. You can not help her. She is lost ... like I am. ``

'' I have power, too, '' answered Judy. She keyed her radio and spoke, `` Composition is slightly calorie-free, but within allowance. I recommend cutting the line stop number to one one-half for the rest of the duty period to prevent powdering. ``

'' Acknowledged, '' came the reply. `` Remember to make the proper notations on the production docket. ``

Judy smiled up at Mary. `` Now you can hold up with your product quota without a problem. Tomorrow, as soon as Mr Swanson calls Sara to his office, I want you to page me. Do n't squall me, page me and say, 'Reminder to Judy that a succeed 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 muscular 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 get it on what she had learned. Julie said that she would go down to IT and see if she could talk Jeff, the in-house nerd, into pulling up the protection 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 office, he shrugged his shoulder and replied, `` I would love to help oneself you, but I would postulate a full memory access password to give the security video channels, and they do n't render those out to low-level tech like me. '' He then type something into his keyboard and moved aside slightly to usher her a surety sign-in filmdom that said in sheer letters, `` supervisory program level parole Required. ``

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

The sieve flickered slightly and a menu appeared listing all of the security photographic camera in the integral plant, including the bureau and security function sphere. `` Wow ! '' exclaimed Jeff. `` Who do you know to get that kind of parole ? ``

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

Jeff selected the television camera labeled `` Office - Production expanse A, '' and an effigy appeared on the sieve. It was Mr. Swanson working at his desk. No one else was in the office.

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

'' That 's what the calculator is recording, '' responded Jeff. `` All of the security system camera disc to a special crusade that uploads nightly to offsite storage. It was all set up by the security measures company and ca n't be tampered with. See, there is even a minuscule time stamp in the box 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 prison term emboss slowly counted out the second and seconds. `` Wait a min, '' Jeff suddenly said. `` Something is hinky here. ``

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

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

Julie leaned in close and nodded her head yes.

'' That is one of the new automatic baggers. I program them. All the hustler has to do is put the bag on the chute. The machine filling, faithful, sews and then stacks the bag on a palette for shipping. It even rotates the pallet a quarter bout after each bag. That automobile is running continuously. It should be stopping every 40 bags to set aside a lift hustler to exchange pallets."

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

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

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

'' I would need access to the raw video feed, '' answered Jeff. `` And that ai n't gon na happen 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 numeral that is built into the base operating system of the calculator. If you have it, you can reverse any and all watchword and especial limitation from control prompt. But only the really big bosses even know it exists, and no one except the CEO and the boss programmer know it. ``

'' Is there any other way ? ``

'' Well, if you have a master password, you can use the overide key. That is the first four finger's breadth of the code. With a master password and the nullification key, the computer generates the rest of the code using a Fibonacci algorithm. But even with a master word, without the override key Fibonacci start successiveness there is no way I could do anything. You do n't happen to love the OKFib, do you ? ``

'' 3839 '' blurted Julie.

'' What ! '' yelled Jeff.

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

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

'' The master copy video is going into various veil folder. There are a lot of videos stored there, including the iteration that is replacing the television camera feed. They have particular password and look like they can be accessed only from one inner and three international links. ''

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

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

Jeff moved away from the varan so Julie could see the range as the video played on the silver screen. Sara was naked and lying across Mr. Swanson 's desk as he thrust into her retrousse ass. `` That 's enough, '' said Julie. Can you copy those filing cabinet off onto something for me ? ``

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

A few moments later, Julie placed the small transportation drive in her purse. Before returning to her lab, she used the phone on Jeff 's desk to telephone her Fatherhood. After a few quiet discussion, she handed the telephone set to Jeff and said, `` He wants to talk to you. He said you would need the headmaster OKFIB for the companywide electronic network to do what he wants you to do. He asked me if I thought I could desire you. I told him that I did. Do n't let down me. He said he needs to share some other password and destination with you that no one else can ever sleep with. ``

Jeff 's middle were very across-the-board as Julie handed him the sound and turned and left the bureau to bring back to her lab.

Later that evening, The three J's called Sara into the TV room. Joan 's computer was set up to display on the large silver screen. `` There is something we have to exhibit you, '' said Joan softly. She put her hand on Sara 's shoulder and guided her to one of the big, lenient chairs that sat in front line of the TV and then sat on the arm alongside her. Sara wept quietly as the telecasting began with her entering Mr. Swanson 's place and removing her clothing. She folded each piece carefully and laid it on the mesa following to the door. She was not wearing any underwear, but that was not unusual for her. What was unusual was that her ass cheek were mottled with weal and old bruises.

Mr. Swanson pointed to his crotch and she walked over to his desk and knelt between his branch. Unzipping his pants, she freed his somewhat gravid putz, which was totally hobble and flaccid. She took it into her back talk and soon it was stiff and ready. He slapped her on the top of her brain 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 shrieking 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 possess 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 speech sound in the video.

Mr. Swanson 's voiced boomed out of the television. `` I 'll charge per unit you a seven for today, puss. '' He smiled coldly at her and then looked up and smiled at the camera. `` You know what that means, do n't you ? ``

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

'' Maybe you will eventually work 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 leer, `` ... but I doubt that. ``

Sara again took her property leaning over the desk. Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson removed the knock from his pant and doubled it in his hands. `` Count them ! '' he barked as he brought his arm up above his head.

A tremendous `` Crack ! '' echoed from the television loudspeaker, followed by Sara 's choked and trembling voice, `` One. ``

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

'' Crack ! ``

'' Three. ``

'' You can go back to the storey now. think of 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 sensation, she left the office. The television ended shortly thereafter.

Joan cradled Sara in her arms as she sobbed and wept for many minutes. When her tears began to subside, Joan said softly, `` Sara, we know that he used maria 's brothers to endanger her and keep her tranquility. What is he using to control you ? ``

'' He knows all about all of us .... everything ... our whole lives. He has access to our college disk. He has approach to our credit rating study. He even has admittance 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 put down The Three J's, and your families. ``

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

'' The trinity J's have some herculean friends, too, Sara. Tomorrow, when he calls you into his agency, Calophyllum longifolium will send word Julie and she will scream Judy and me. We should be there by the time you have to go in, but if we 're not, when you go into his part, just stand by the door. Do n't demand off your wear, and do n't say anything to him unless you absolutely have to. Let The triad J's handle this. ``

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The next day, shortly after lunch, Mr. Swanson walked out onto the product storey and told Sara to come in to his agency in fifteen minute of arc. He continued to keep an eye on her through the office windows after he got back to his office as she stacked some extra bags alongside the political machine so maria could take over.

What he did not card was Maria picking up the floor phone. She pressed *19 for a plant-wide page and throughout the full facility, a squawky message came over the speakers, `` Reminder to Judy that a stick with up sample is needed on A-43. ``

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

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

'' To use an reflection of my father 's, '' began Judy, `` You pissed up the wrong Tree this clock time. ``

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

Julie took a little notebook from her pocket. `` Dr. Henry Walcott, prof of psychological science ... Dismissed for abusing female person students under the pretense of research into submissive demeanour. ''

She closed the notebook. `` You were very goodness at detecting submissive personalities and exploiting them, Dr. Walcott. The university wanted to keep everything quiet, so you pled shamefaced and accepted mandatory guidance and group therapy. But seven calendar month after you started therapy, suddenly all records of your crime ... and of your spirit disappeared ... So did you. Two other penis of your therapy grouping disappeared at the Lapplander sentence - two comrade who were skilful hacker with a failing for kiddie porno. Their record also disappeared with them. ``

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

He punched several push button on the earphone. cipher happened.

'' You are properly, 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 submissive ! She trusts us, and we protect her ! And The Three J's are NOT submissive ! ! ! ``

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

As if to emphasise her remarks, the plant-wide pagination system boomed out. `` This is Mrs. Harriet Walker, the flora overseer. All proletarian are to leave the plant life quickly and in salutary guild. You have time to give up by the changing rooms, but do not stop to lavish. We have a spot in the chilling organisation that could turn severe in a few hour and are evacuating the plant before beginning repairs. All employees will be paid for the entire shift. ``

Henry stared out the agency windows as all machines came to a halt and workers started filing to the going. `` That was my aunt, '' explained Julie.

Henry attempted to say something, but his backtalk merely opened and closed like a fish flopping on the pier. Julie smiled and continued, `` My father is CEO of the parent bay window that owns perfect Pets. ``

'' And my male parent is legal age stock holder, '' added Judy.

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

Julie stepped in front of him. `` Jeff in IT back-tracked all access to your little videos. Brian and billy club got a visit from country of origin security early this morning. They thought it was good to access the industrial plant network directly rather than through all the placeholder they use for hacking. They are very proficient hackers. They can get into anywhere, even heavily-secured government systems. It seems that the FBI and Homeland Security have been trying for months to cypher out who was hacking into the Pentagon and IRS calculator system of rules, but the transfer course were too well concealed. However, once they had the black net uniform resource locator and hidden IP addresses that Jeff tracked down, it all fell into berth. I think Billy and Brian's new address will be an undisclosed secure prison location with no Windows and no calculator admission - except what the Government might need them to hold .'''

Judy reached over and turned Henry 's chairperson so that he was facing her. `` That foreman at works Number 16 in Guadalajara who was supplying entropy on the Hispanic American working here was arrested by Mexican authorities this morning. He made the misunderstanding of trying to run. They do n't consider 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 hot seat another quarter turn. `` And that senatorial aide who took care of thing for you in Washington ... he lost control of his car on the ring road this morning and died in the resulting accident. That was n't really voice of dad 's plan, but you can never separate how far politico will go to avoid a really nasty scandal. ``

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

When Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson / Walcott did n't travel, she walked over to the room access and opened it. Maria and two other women walked in. They were followed by eight declamatory, angry-looking Mexican men.

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

Henry stood and fumbled with his clothing with shaking hands.

Sara walked over to Henry 's desk, removed her mire and sat down in his chair. She pointed at her crotch and said, `` Let 's see how dear a job you can do. '' She then scooted down and spread her ramification to reveal her pussy.

Henry looked around the way and started to maltreat towards the doorway, but it was blocked by the eight comrade. Defeated, he sank to his knees and nuzzled into Sara 's waiting cunt. After a few moments, she began to moan softly and grabbed his question to force him tighter into her crotch. Soon she was using his fuzz to pull his grimace across her button. Finally, she squeezed tightly with her thigh and held his straits tightly between her branch with her hands. After a few moments, he began to clamber for air. A few minutes later, he began to go limp. Sara released him and he dropped to the storey 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 potential escape valve, but again, he recognized the hopelessness of his situation. He leaned over the bound of his own desk as maria stepped between his legs and thrust forward with the hard, charge plate peg. Had there been anyone left in the plant to hear him, everyone would have heard his wow. As it was, the security department 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 pass phrase.

Eventually, Patrick Henry 's thigh-slapper and cries subsided and Maria stopped her outpouring on his ass.

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

'' I would pace 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 freedom paperwork was filed overnight. They are all now sound with valid green carte du jour. ``

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

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

There was a brassy `` Crack ! '' and a shriek from Henry.

Nine more than cracking echoed through the room, each was followed by a recollective sidesplitter from the former floor supervisor. When the first brother was finished, he took the billet of one of the men holding William Henry down on the desk.

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

Each of the blood brother took their bout with the belt. After the one-quarter buddy, there were no more screams, just small whine. After the last chum was finished, the three Mexican women and their brothers left the office.

Julie lifted Henry 's forefront from the desk and spoke directly to him. `` You have 48 hours to grow yourself into the constabulary under your own, true name. If you do not, we will find you, and we will present you to Maria 's Greenwich Village in Mexico. I think they will be glad to see you. ``

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

Joseph Henry 's eyes were wide with fear as Joan finished with, `` Your cant bill are empty-bellied. 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 face up on the government agency floor. Looking down at him, Sara suddenly had a very odd smile on her face. She stood up and walked over to where Joseph Henry lay. Standing over him with one foot on either slope of his case, she let loose with a flood lamp of piss 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 vox, `` Who pissed on who now ? ``

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

Joan looked down at him and gave one final instruction. `` You have five instant to be out of the plant or the protection guards will take you down as an armed and serious interloper. I think you know what party policy is in that setting. ``

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

Grabbing his wearable 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 ship's boat loving guardianship and even some not-so-tender but still loving interaction with Joan, Sara was soon back to being her normal bubbly, naked ego. A workweek after Mr Gloria May Josephine Svensson / Dr Walcott turned himself into the constabulary, there was a `` family merging '' with The tercet 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 get a master password in hopes that you might stumble across something and let us recognise. We really did n't expect 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 strings behind the fit to make matter happen. We just cover with Mr. Whatever-his-name- really-was. ``

'' Someday, you will accept the strings tied to you, '' said her father. `` And Sara, you now know that you have to hope Joan and the former Js. They will serve you regardless of what anyone else says or threatens. With our championship, they have the power to act ... and they know how to use that power. ``

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

Turning to brass Joan, Julie and Judy, he finished with, `` You all have another year of undergraduate, and there are some heavy long time yet to go before you get your doctorates. I am sure you have many dangerous undertaking yet to come. ``

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