= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

WARNING ! All of my writing is intended for grownup over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain warm or even extreme sexual content. All people and consequence depicted are fictitious and any resemblance to person living or dead is purely co-occurrent. Actions, spot, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the departure between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territorial dominion that prohibits the indication of deed depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and travel to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.

Archiving and reposting of this fib is permitted, but only if quotation of copyright and statement of restriction of use is included with the article. This account is copyright ( c ) 2013 by The Technician ( Technician666 @ Gmail.Com. )

soul reviewer may archive and/or print single copies of this news report for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copy of this floor on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden.

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
* * * * * * * * * * * *

= = = = = = =
desktop Prelude
= = = = = = =

Julie, Judy, and Joan had been admirer since before kindergarten. When their mother car pooled for schooling events, etc, they spoke of `` picking up The deuce-ace J's. '' instructor, and well-nigh of the community soon started referring to them as `` The Three J's. '' In the quaternary grade, Sara 's mother went to work for Julie 's female parent as a Captain James Cook and housekeeper, and since her mom lived in an flat over the garage, Sara was added to the mix. After that, they became known to their parents, instructor and most of the community as `` The triplet J 's and an S. ''

To a great extent, Sara was always the `` tag along. '' Partly this was because of the conflict in economical status. The trinity J's were `` from money '' with generation of refinement and tradition. Sara was `` working class '' who cleaned up well, but remained slightly an outsider. Partly Sara was the odd one out because of physical differences. The triplet J's were from northern European blood with pale skin, light hair, and patrician middle. Sara was always slightly scant, more than slightly LE blanch, and had dark hair and recondite brown eyes. But primarily, Sara was the tag along because of the deviation in personality.

From their time in pre-school together, The Three J's were all alpha-females with strong personalities and always somewhat of a handful for their parents and their teacher. Sara, on the other hand, was more of a beta, da Gamma, or even delta personality and tended to give in to whatever The three J's said or did. Sara was always the repose minuscule lady friend in the corner who never caused any problems in course. 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 secretive as these three missy who had totally grown up together.

The Three J's and an S are now college Jnr who room together in an off-campus apartment. Sara, who has very limited financial agency, James Cook, cleans and keeps the apartment as her share of the rent, utilities and food. cobbler's last January, The tercet J's and an S spent Winter pause 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 early in a loving, D/s kinship.

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

= = = = = = = =
End Background overture
= = = = = = = =

= = = = = = = = = =
CHAPTER ONE
= = = = = = = = = =

It was a bright, sunny, other Apr morning when Joan walked into the kitchen with her cellphone in hand and announced, `` I have some secure news and some bad word. ''

Julie and Judy were sitting at the kitchen mesa finishing breakfast. Sara, clad only in her black velvet arrest, was cleaning up the counter. All three turned to look at Joan as she asked, `` What do you want world-class - the good news 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 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 sort of summer job, stood quietly behind the two girls. She did n't need to show 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 let to concern about getting some variety of internship onto our resume 's. '' answered Joan.

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

'' Our parents evidently got together final stage calendar week and discussed the fact that we 'needed some material world experience before we graduated .'They pulled some bowed stringed instrument and all three of us have paid internships at a local factory. I will be helping rewrite some proficient manuals ; Judy will be playing sorcerer 's apprentice in the lineament ascendance lab ; and Julie will be helping set up a new computer organisation for human being resource. ``

She then looked over at Sara. `` They thought a business internship would n't really be helpful for an simple teacher, but a well-paying job on the manufactory storey would. So, they arranged for you to be a summertime replacing on the production short letter. It might be a petty boring, but it will pay twice or maybe three-bagger what you could make at that wait job you were looking at. ``

Sara was now relinquish to smile and depict her happiness. Julie and Judy, however, were obviously LE than thrilled. `` I had hoped to be capable to expend a lot of sentence with Kevin this summertime, '' whined Julie. `` But they 're rightfield, '' she continued. `` Sooner or later we have to do some sorting of internship. We might as well get it out of the way this summer. ``

And so on the beginning Monday of June, The trey J's and an S reported for work at `` Perfect ducky Plant turn 7. '' perfect tense Pets made and sold everything that you would ever need for a cat, dog, horse, hamster or whatever you wanted. Plant issue 7 was a food processing plant. It was extremely fresh, and the temperature and humidity were very well controlled, but the drown smell of drying pet food for thought permeated the area. Even in the sealed comfort of the agency area, everything smelled vaguely of pork, squawk, fish, corn, soy and whatever else they were cooking, grinding up, mixing and compressing into `` Perfect Pet shot. ``

The first few weeks went by rather rapidly. The Three J's were obviously enjoying their new adventure into the `` rattling public. '' Sara, however, began to grow more and more withdrawn and quiet with each expiration day. Although at initiative she would quite willingly share what had happened in her day with Joan and the other J 's, recently she would n't even answer when asked 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 triad J's.

The threesome J 's knew very well that Sara was a slavish show-off 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 wrong, and it had something to do with Perfect Pets Plant act 7.

Finally, Joan texted Julie and Judy to fulfill her during their break so they could talk about the situation. `` Something is terribly wrong, '' began Joan, `` but Sara wo n't talk about it. She just curve up in a orb on the bed and call. She wo n't let me affect 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 subscribe to samples several times a shift, '' offered Judy. `` I 'll see if I can retrieve out anything. ``

'' I will go through the recent study in the computer and see if there is anything that stands out, '' added Julie. `` I do n't bonk if they realized it, but they gave me a full access password and I can get to anything on that system of rules. It had to hold been a fault, but I 'm not going to tell them about it until the end of the summer in vitrine something comes up that I need that much access. ``

'' OK, '' answered Joan. `` We meet here again tomorrow and compare notes. I will try to babble to her again tonight, but I do n't want to labor it too far. ``

= = = = = = = = = =
END OF CHAPTER ONE
= = = = = = = = = =

= = = = = = = = = =
CHAPTER TWO
= = = = = = = = = =

When Judy went out into the production area to take the mid-afternoon sampling, she intentionally changed her path through the steaming and rattling machine 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 Hispanic woman was working as a bag filler on one of the older, fully manual machines. Normally, filling 40lb bags on one of the sr. motorcar was a two person job. One person loaded empties onto the chute and activated the dump, the former pulled the bag through the sealer, 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 Danton True Young cleaning woman looked around with a very frightened aspect on her face. `` I must hold back up, '' she said with a heavy accent as she pulled a bag through the sealer. `` I ca n't decrease behind in production or I could get fired. Please go away. Please go away. ``

Judy paused for a import to read the woman '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 seem right with the semblance and the odor seems a footling off. I want to verify mix and quality. ``

A tone down voice answered, `` 15 minute closing authorized. Remember to dispatch the notation in the output logs when you have cleared it for restart. ``

Judy smiled up at the young cleaning woman as her simple machine suddenly became silent. `` maria is it ? Or do you prefer Blessed Virgin ? We can let the cat out of the bag 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 bother, '' answered Mary. `` She is in the supervisor 's position, but you can not help her. Mr. Swanson is a right man ..., and he has many mighty friends. They do each other favors. I can say no Thomas More. ``

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

She lowered her headland and sobbed, `` My buddy are not. He knows. He will tell his friends in immigration. Before Sara came, it was me in his role. I do n't do it what he knows about Sara, but you can not help her. He is muy poderoso jefe. ``

'' What happens in his place ? ``

Mary stared at the flooring as she answered. `` Mr. Swanson is a very evilness man. He treats everyone very well and everyone thinks he is a not bad individual, but he picks out one or two mass who are weak ... or have secrets. '' She paused to sob softly. `` Then he traps them and makes them do terrible things. ``

'' What kind of terrible thing ? ``

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

'' The low gear prison term he called me to his office, he told me that I was wearing too much clothing and that I should leave my underwear with him. I did n't require to, but he knew my brother 's epithet and where they lived and where they worked and he said that all he had to do was to call his Friend and my brother would be in poky until they were deported. ``

'' I told him that I would go to the lav and bring him back my underclothing. He said, 'No chiquita you will peel naked right here and hand it to me .'I did, but before he would let me put my apparel back on, he made me remain firm there and twist slowly around so that he could stare at my body. Finally he let me go back to employment. Before I left his office, he said, 'Make sure there is nothing under those trouser but you tomorrow. I 'm going to check .'''

'' The next day, nothing happened. I thought maybe he had forgotten, but after the afternoon break - almost at quitting time - he called me into his office. He showed me pictures that he had taken from before. I was standing there naked in front of him like I was a puta. He said ,'I 'm indisputable your mother would care to see this, would n't she ? One mouse click and that picture goes straight to the settlement email account. I 'm surely someone will designate it to her .'''

'' He laughed as I stood there crying. 'What do you desire ?''' I asked. ``

'' He smiled at me .'I just want what every man wants ,'he said. Then he pointed down at his crotch. His fly was unzipped and his polla was hanging out. 'Strip !'he yelled. 'And make me well-chosen or your buddy can see your au naturel ass pictures when they finally get back to your no-account ass settlement .'''

Judy stood silently listening to her storey. The Virgin was now weeping heavily and choking out her words. `` I have become his esclava - striver. He uses me however he wants. The cameras in his office take videos. Each time is unsound than the shoemaker's last. So that he would n't demo my Greenwich 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 fuck me. So that he would n't render the video recording of that to my menage, I let him be intimate my anus. Now he does whatever he wants. You can not aid your supporter. She will soon be his esclava sexual like I am. Mr. Swanson is el Diablo Senor. He is much, much too knock-down. You can not aid her. She is lost ... like I am. ``

'' I have power, too, '' answered Judy. She keyed her radio and spoke, `` composing is slightly sparkle, but within tolerances. I recommend cutting the credit line amphetamine to one half for the residuum of the shift to keep powdering. ``

'' Acknowledged, '' came the reply. `` Remember to earn the proper notations on the product schedules. ``

Judy smiled up at Blessed Virgin. `` Now you can keep open up with your production quota without a problem. Tomorrow, as soon as Mr Gloria May Josephine Svensson calls Sara to his office, I want you to paginate me. Do n't shout out me, page me and say, 'Reminder to Judy that a keep up up sample is needed on A-43 .'Say it just like that, OK ? I am not the lone one who will hear it. I also have brawny friend, mare. You will be safe after tomorrow. ``

= = = = = = = = = =
END OF CHAPTER TWO
= = = = = = = = = =

= = = = = = = = = =
CHAPTER triplet
= = = = = = = = = =

Judy hurried back to her lab and called Julie and Joan to let them lie with what she had learned. Julie said that she would go down to IT and see if she could sing Jeff, the in-house wonk, into pulling up the protection camera feeds from the supervisor 's power 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 sleep together to avail you, but I would need a entire admission password to open the security video distribution channel, and they do n't give those out to low-level technical school like me. '' He then type something into his keyboard and moved aside slightly to demonstrate her a protection sign-in screenland that said in bold varsity letter, `` Supervisor storey Password Required. ``

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

The sieve flickered slightly and a computer menu appeared listing all of the protection camera in the entire plant, including the spot and security system spot areas. `` Wow ! '' exclaimed Jeff. `` Who do you know to get that variety of password ? ``

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

Jeff selected the camera labeled `` spot - output country A, '' and an image appeared on the screen. It was Mr. Swanson working at his desk. No one else was in the office.

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

'' That 's what the computer is recording, '' responded Jeff. `` All of the security camera record to a special driveway 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 petty prison term stamp in the niche of the image that the electronic computer puts on the icon as it records. ``

Jeff held his bridge player so that he was pointing to the corner of the screen. He and Julie watched as the metre stamp slowly counted out the minutes and seconds. `` Wait a minute, '' Jeff suddenly said. `` Something is hinky here. ``

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

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

Julie leaned in airless and nodded her head word yes.

'' That is one of the new automatonlike baggers. I course of study them. All the operator has to do is put the bag on the slideway. The machine fills, sheep pen, sews and then stacks the bag on a pallet for shipping. It even rotates the palette a tail crook after each bag. That machine is running continuously. It should be stopping every 40 bags to admit a lift operator to interchange pallets."

He squinted carefully at the concealment. `` And the height of the deal on the pallet is n't changing. ``

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

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

'' I would ask approach to the raw TV provender, '' answered Jeff. `` And that ai n't gon na happen because the alone way I could do that is if I had the override code. ``

'' What 's an nullification codification ? ``

'' It 's a sixteen finger's breadth phone number that is built into the base operating system of the computing device. If you have it, you can override any and all parole and limited restriction from bid prompt. But only the really big bosses even know it exists, and no one except the CEO and the main 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 digits of the computer code. With a captain watchword and the override key, the reckoner generates the rest of the code using a Fibonacci algorithm. But even with a headmaster parole, without the override key Fibonacci start chronological sequence there is no way I could do anything. You do n't happen to be intimate the OKFib, do you ? ``

'' 3839 '' blurted Julie.

'' What ! '' yelled Jeff.

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

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

'' The original video is going into several obscure folders. There are a lot of picture stored there, including the loop topology that is replacing the camera feed. They have limited passwords and look like they can be accessed only from one intimate and three external links. ''

He clicked on one of the booklet and then turned to Julie with a dismayed look on his face. `` I do n't mean you really want to see this, '' he said softly.

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

Jeff moved away from the reminder so Julie could see the look-alike as the video played on the covert. Sara was naked and lying across Mr. Swanson 's desk as he thrust into her retrousse ass. `` That 's decent, '' said Julie. Can you copy those Indian file off onto something for me ? ``

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

A few moment later, Julie placed the pocket-sized transfer crusade in her pocketbook. Before returning to her lab, she used the speech sound on Jeff 's desk to holler her founder. After a few quiet Scripture, she handed the phone to Jeff and said, `` He wants to talk to you. He said you would need the schoolmaster 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 part some other countersign and addresses with you that no one else can ever know. ``

Jeff 's centre were very widely as Julie handed him the phone and turned and left the role to return to her lab.

Later that evening, The Three J's called Sara into the TV room. Joan 's figurer was set up to display on the large sieve. `` There is something we have to shew you, '' said Joan softly. She put her bridge player on Sara 's shoulder and guided her to one of the big, soft chairman that sat in front man of the TV and then sat on the arm alongside her. Sara wept quietly as the TV began with her entering Mr. Swanson 's office and removing her article of clothing. She folded each piece carefully and laid it on the mesa following to the threshold. She was not wearing any underclothing, but that was not strange for her. What was unusual was that her ass cheeks were mottled with welt and old bruises.

Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson pointed to his crotch and she walked over to his desk and knelt between his legs. Unzipping his pants, she freed his somewhat great tool, which was totally limp and flaccid. She took it into her mouthpiece and soon it was stiff and ready. He slapped her on the top of her promontory and she got up and leaned over the desk and presented her ass to him.

Mr. Swanson stood up and moved between her legs. There was no audio, but her wow was obvious as he thrust suddenly and deeply into her ass and immediately began pumping. He did n't finish long, but to Sara it must have seemed like an timeless existence. 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-scale remote control. Suddenly there was sound in the video.

Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson 's voiced boomed out of the television. `` I 'll charge per unit you a seven for today, twat. '' 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 run your way up to a ten and you will be capable to go back to the story without any punishment .... '' He smiled again and added with a sneer, `` ... but I doubt that. ``

Sara again took her lieu leaning over the desk. Mr. Gloria Swanson removed the whang from his bloomers and doubled it in his hired man. `` Count them ! '' he barked as he brought his arm up above his head.

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

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

'' Crack ! ``

'' deuce-ace. ``

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

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

Joan cradled Sara in her arm as she sobbed and wept for many minutes. When her cry began to settle, Joan said softly, `` Sara, we know that he used mare 's comrade to threaten her and hold back her quiet. What is he using to moderate you ? ``

'' He knows all about all of us .... everything ... our whole life story. He has admission to our college criminal record. He has access to our mention write up. He even has access 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 home. ``

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

'' The terzetto J's have some brawny booster, too, Sara. Tomorrow, when he calls you into his office, Maria will give notice Julie and she will telephone 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 role, 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 trey J's handle this. ``

= = = = = = = = = =
END OF CHAPTER trine
= = = = = = = = = =

= = = = = = = = = =
CHAPTER IV
= = = = = = = = = =

The next day, shortly after lunch, Mr. Swanson walked out onto the production floor and told Sara to issue forth to his bureau in fifteen second. He continued to follow her through the office windows after he got back to his office as she stacked some surplus bags alongside the machine so Maria could take over.

What he did not bill was Maria picking up the floor phone. She pressed *19 for a plant-wide page and throughout the entire installation, a cackly message came over the speakers, `` Reminder to Judy that a travel along up sample is needed on A-43. ``

As Sara entered Mr. Gloria Swanson 's authority, 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 Book of Job. 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 Father-God 's, '' began Judy, `` You pissed up the wrong tree this prison term. ``

'' You 're the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree I will piss on, '' he said with a sneer, looking directly as Sara.

Julie took a low notebook computer from her pocket. `` Dr. Henry Walcott, professor of Psychology ... Dismissed for abusing female student under the guise of research into submissive behaviour. ''

She closed the notebook. `` You were very soundly at detecting subservient personalities and exploiting them, Dr. Walcott. The university wanted to continue everything quiet, so you pled guilty and take on mandate counseling and chemical group therapy. But seven calendar month after you started therapy, suddenly all records of your offense ... and of your lifespan disappeared ... So did you. Two other members of your therapy grouping disappeared at the same time - two brothers who were expert hack with a weakness for kiddie pornography. Their records also disappeared with them. ``

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

He punched several buttons on the telephone. naught happened.

'' You are aright, 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 triad J's and an S. She is our submissive ! She trusts us, and we protect her ! And The Three J's are NOT slavish ! ! ! ``

William Henry stared at her with an expression that combined anger and despite. Julie took over and continued where Judy had left off, `` ... And we have much more brawny acquaintance than you have. ``

As if to punctuate her remarks, the plant-wide paging scheme boomed out. `` This is Mrs. Harriet Alice Walker, the plant superintendent. All workers are to leave the plant quickly and in good ordination. You have time to break by the changing rooms, but do not stop to shower down. We have a situation in the cooling system of rules that could become dangerous in a few minute and are evacuating the plant before beginning mending. All employees will be paid for the entire shift. ``

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

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

'' And my Fatherhood is majority neckcloth holder, '' added Judy.

'' Mine is Chief Legal military officer, '' 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 fatherland security measures early this aurora. They thought it was condom to memory access the flora network directly rather than through all the proxies they use for hacking. They are very honest hackers. They can get into anywhere, even heavily-secured political science systems. It seems that the FBI and motherland Security have been trying for calendar month to reckon out who was hacking into the pentagon and IRS estimator systems, but the transfer course were too well concealed. However, once they had the black net URLS and hide IP addresses that Jeff tracked down, it all fell into stead. I think billy goat and Brian's new address will be an undisclosed secure prison location with no windowpane and no computer access - except what the Government might need them to have .'''

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

Joan spun his chair another quarter turning. `` And that senatorial auxiliary who took attention of things for you in Washington ... he lost ascendance of his car on the ring road this morning time and died in the resulting stroke. That was n't really persona of dad 's plan, but you can never tell how far politicians will go to invalidate a really nasty scandal. ``

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

When Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson / Walcott did n't move, she walked over to the threshold and opened it. Maria and two other adult female walked in. They were followed by eight orotund, angry-looking Mexican men.

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

William Henry stood and fumbled with his clothing with shaking hands.

Sara walked over to Patrick Henry 's desk, removed her falling off and sat down in his chair. She pointed at her fork and said, `` Let 's see how good a job you can do. '' She then scooted down and circularise her legs to expose her pussy.

Patrick Henry looked around the way and started to step towards the doorway, but it was blocked by the eight Brother. Defeated, he sank to his knees and nuzzled into Sara 's waiting cunt. After a few import, she began to moan softly and grabbed his head to pressure him tighter into her crotch. Soon she was using his whisker to commit his cheek across her clit. Finally, she squeezed tightly with her thigh and held his head tightly between her legs with her hands. After a few mo, he began to shin for air. A few transactions later, he began to go limp. Sara released him and he dropped to the floor gasping for breath.

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

Again H looked for possible outflow, but again, he recognized the hopelessness of his situation. He leaned over the bound of his own desk as Calophyllum longifolium stepped between his legs and drive forward with the hard, credit card peg. Had there been anyone left in the plant to get wind him, everyone would have heard his scream. 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 flora by mortal with the right-hand pass phrase.

Eventually, H 's thigh-slapper and shout subsided and Maria stopped her onslaught on his ass.

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

'' I would rate you at one-half, '' added Sara, so the average is still 0. `` 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 Calophyllum longifolium, we are going to let the brothers handle this. By the way, peculiar immunity paperwork was filed overnight. They are all now legal with valid green cards. ``

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

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

There was a loud `` fissure ! '' and a screaming from Henry.

Nine more cracks echoed through the room, each was followed by a long screaming from the former floor executive program. When the low brother was finished, he took the space of one of the men holding William Henry down on the desk.

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

Each of the chum took their play with the belt. After the fourth brother, there were no more screams, just belittled whimpers. After the last brother was finished, the three Mexican fair sex and their brothers left the office.

Julie lifted William Henry 's school principal from the desk and spoke directly to him. `` You have 48 time of day to turn yourself into the constabulary under your own, genuine public figure. If you do not, we will encounter 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 enjoin anyone what has happened to you here today, your book 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. ``

William Henry 's eyes were wide with fear as Joan finished with, `` Your coin bank accounts are vacuous. Your car is officially listed as stolen. Your house has been foreclosed and cleaned out. There is no blank space you can run that we can not find you. ``

henry rolled off the desk and lay human face up on the function story. Looking down at him, Sara suddenly had a very odd smile on her face. She stood up and walked over to where Henry lay. Standing over him with one invertebrate foot on either side of his face, she let loose with a deluge 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 slacks to dress, she turned back to face him and added, `` Julie 's rightfulness. You definitely pissed up the wrong tree when you took on The trey J's and an S. ''

Joan looked down at him and gave one terminal command. `` You have five proceedings to be out of the plant or the security guards will rent you down as an armed and dangerous intruder. I think you know what company policy is in that circumstance. ``

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

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

= = = = = = = = = =
END OF CHAPTER tetrad
= = = = = = = = = =

= = = = = = = = = =
EPILOGUE
= = = = = = = = = =

The rest of the summer was relatively uneventful. After a lot of conversation, a lot of supply ship loving care and even some not-so-tender but still loving interaction with Joan, Sara was soon back to being her normal bubbly, naked self. A week after Mr Gloria May Josephine Svensson / Dr Walcott turned himself into the police, there was a `` menage coming together '' with The deuce-ace 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 give a passe-partout password in hopes that you might stumble across something and let us know. We really did n't wait you to palm 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 setting to build thing occur. We just dealt with Mr. Whatever-his-name- really-was. ``

'' Someday, you will make the drawstring tied to you, '' said her Father of the Church. `` And Sara, you now know that you have to swear Joan and the early 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 power. ``

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

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

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
END OF narrative
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =