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Julie, Judy, and Joan had been friends since before kindergarten. When their mothers car pooled for school events, etc, they spoke of `` picking up The Three J's. '' Teachers, and most of the community soon started referring to them as `` The Three J's. '' In the fourth grade, Sara 's mother went to bring for Julie 's mother as a Captain Cook and housekeeper, and since her mom lived in an apartment over the garage, Sara was added to the mix. After that, they became known to their parents, teachers and most of the biotic community as `` The ternion 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 3 J's were `` from money '' with generations of refinement and tradition. Sara was `` working year '' who cleaned up well, but remained slightly an outsider. Partly Sara was the odd one out because of physical differences. The ternary J's were from northern European origin with pale skin, light hair, and blue eyes. Sara was always slightly shorter, more than slightly less pale, and had dark hair and deep Brown center. But primarily, Sara was the tag along because of the difference in personality.

From their clip in pre-school together, The Three J's were all alpha-females with stiff personalities and always somewhat of a smattering for their parents and their teachers. Sara, on the other hand, was more of a beta, gamma, or even delta personality and tended to put over to whatever The triad J's said or did. Sara was always the calm fiddling girl in the corner who never caused any trouble in class. Still, The Three J's accepted her for what she was, or perhaps despite what she was. Conversely, she accepted The III 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 female child who had totally grown up together.

The terzetto J's and an S are now college junior who room together in an off-campus apartment. Sara, who has very modified financial mean, cooks, cleans and keeps the apartment as her share of the rent, utility program and intellectual nourishment. Last January, The Three J's and an S spent wintertime Break 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 hump ..., that they were strongly attracted to each other in a loving, D/s relationship.

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

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CHAPTER ONE
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It was a promising, sunny, early April morning when Joan walked into the kitchen with her cellphone in hand and announced, `` I have some safe word and some bad news program. ''

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

'' You may as well afford us the bad news first, '' answered Julie. `` Since you just got off the sound with your dad, I assume this comes from him. ``

'' And from your parents, '' said Joan. `` My dad is just the interpreter. ``

She paused a moment before continuing. Then she said, `` The bad tidings 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 want to exhibit her felicity that Joan would not be away from her at all during the summer.

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

'' We do n't birth to worry about getting some sort of internship onto our curriculum vitae '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 material humans experience before we graduated .'They pulled some strings and all three of us have paid internships at a local anaesthetic manufactory. I will be helping rewrite some technical foul manuals ; Judy will be playing necromancer 's apprentice in the quality control lab ; and Julie will be helping set up a new computer system for human being resourcefulness. ``

She then looked over at Sara. `` They thought a business organization internship would n't really be helpful for an elemental teacher, but a well-paying job on the mill floor would. So, they arranged for you to be a summer successor on the product seam. It might be a small boring, but it will pay twice or maybe triple what you could ca-ca at that wait job you were looking at. ``

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

And so on the first Monday of June, The Three J's and an S reported for work at `` perfective tense Pets flora telephone number 7. '' Perfect Pets made and sold everything that you would ever need for a cat, dog, sawhorse, hamster or whatever you wanted. Plant number 7 was a food processing industrial plant. It was extremely clean, and the temperature and humidity were very well controlled, but the overwhelm smell of drying pet food permeated the domain. Even in the sealed comfort of the office area, everything smelled vaguely of pork, beef, fish, corn, soy and whatever else they were cooking, grinding up, mixing and compressing into `` Perfect Pet Pellets. ``

The commencement few week went by rather rapidly. The Three J's were obviously enjoying their new adventure into the `` real earthly concern. '' Sara, however, began to develop to a greater extent and Sir Thomas More withdrawn and placidity with each passing day. Although at first she would quite willingly share what had happened in her day with Joan and the former J 's, recently she would n't even reply when necessitate 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 troika J's.

The Three J 's knew very well that Sara was a slavish exhibitionist who had no job showing her body to anyone and everyone. She loved to run around the apartment naked and would probably go to social 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 life act 7.

Finally, Joan texted Julie and Judy to encounter her during their jailbreak so they could talk about the site. `` Something is terribly wrong, '' began Joan, `` but Sara wo n't utter about it. She just coil up in a ballock on the bed and cries. She wo n't let me meet her or hug her or anything. I think something happened to her or is happening to her at the industrial plant. ``

'' I have to go out onto the production floors and take samples several times a displacement, '' offered Judy. `` I 'll see if I can regain out anything. ``

'' I will go through the Holocene epoch story in the information processing system and see if there is anything that stands out, '' added Julie. `` I do n't know if they realized it, but they gave me a full entree parole and I can get to anything on that system. It had to have been a fault, but I 'm not going to tell apart them about it until the end of the summer in example something comes up that I need that a good deal admission. ``

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

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CHAPTER TWO
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When Judy went out into the production area to get the mid-afternoon samples, she intentionally changed her way through the steaming and rattling machine so that she would end up in the field 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 untested Hispanic woman was working as a bag filler on one of the older, fully manual machines. Normally, filling 40lb handbag on one of the older machines was a two person job. One person loaded empties onto the chute and activated the dump, the early pulled the bag through the sealer, which sewed the top of the bag shut, and stacked the bag on a palette. This female child was doing both.

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

The new woman looked around with a very scare look on her face. `` I must observe up, '' she said with a heavy accent as she pulled a bag through the sealer. `` I ca n't devolve behind in production or I could get fired. Please go away. Please go away. ``

Judy paused for a moment to read the cleaning woman 's ID badge and then picked up her in-plant radiocommunication and keyed it on. `` Requesting shut down of bag subscriber line A-43. Something does n't look right with the color and the olfactory perception seems a fiddling off. I want to verify mix and character. ``

A muffled phonation answered, `` fifteen min shutdown authorized. Remember to complete the notation in the output logs when you have cleared it for restart. ``

Judy smiled up at the young womanhood as her machine suddenly became tacit. `` Calophyllum longifolium is it ? Or do you prefer Mary ? We can utter now. I know you are not supposed to be running this machine by yourself. Where is Sara ? She is a friend of mine. ``

'' Your protagonist is in a good deal very bad trouble, '' answered The Virgin. `` She is in the supervisor 's spot, but you can not help her. Mr. Swanson is a right man ..., and he has many powerful friends. They do each other party favor. I can say no more. ``

'' Mary, '' Judy continued. `` I know that you are legal. Why does he scare you so badly ? What superpower does Mr. Swanson have over you ? You can enjoin me. I have to know in gild to help oneself my ally. ``

She lowered her top dog and sobbed, `` My crony are not. He knows. He will differentiate his friends in immigration. Before Sara came, it was me in his office. 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 office ? ``

Mary 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 keen individual, but he picks out one or two citizenry who are imperfect ... or have arcanum. '' She paused to sob softly. `` Then he traps them and makes them do dreadful things. ``

'' What kind of awful matter ? ``

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

'' The firstly clock time he called me to his office, he told me that I was wearing too much habiliment and that I should go forth my underclothes with him. I did n't require to, but he knew my brother 's names and where they lived and where they worked and he said that all he had to do was to call his protagonist and my brothers would be in jail until they were deported. ``

'' I told him that I would go to the bathroom and lend him back my underclothing. He said, 'No chiquita you will strip defenseless right here and hand it to me .'I did, but before he would let me put my clothes back on, he made me stand there and turn slowly around so that he could stare at my soundbox. Finally he let me go back to piece of work. Before I left his post, he said, 'Make certainly there is nothing under those pants but you tomorrow. I 'm going to learn .'''

'' The following day, nothing happened. I thought maybe he had forgotten, but after the good afternoon rupture - almost at quitting sentence - he called me into his office. He showed me pictures that he had taken from before. I was standing there naked in front of him like I was a puta. He said ,'I 'm sure your female parent would like to see this, would n't she ? One click and that photograph goes straight to the Village electronic mail account. I 'm sure someone will shew it to her .'''

'' He laughed as I stood there crying. 'What do you require ?''' 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 happy or your brothers can see your nude ass picture show when they finally get back to your distressing ass Greenwich Village .'''

Judy stood silently listening to her story. Mary was now weeping heavily and choking out her Christian Bible. `` I have become his esclava - slave. He uses me however he wants. The television camera in his office take picture. Each time is worse than the last. So that he would n't indicate my village the picture of me naked, I suckled his polla. So that he would n't usher the video of that, I allowed him to love me. So that he would n't establish the telecasting of that to my family, 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 May Josephine Svensson is el Diablo Senor. He is much, much too hefty. You can not aid her. She is lost ... like I am. ``

'' I have power, too, '' answered Judy. She keyed her radio and spoke, `` report is slightly light, but within tolerances. I recommend cutting the line speed to one half for the repose of the work shift to prevent powdering. ``

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

Judy smiled up at The Virgin. `` Now you can keep 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 call me, page me and say, 'Reminder to Judy that a accompany up sample is needed on A-43 .'Say it just like that, OK ? I am not the only one who will get a line it. I also have mightily friends, maria. You will be safe after tomorrow. ``

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CHAPTER III
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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 talk Jeff, the in-house nerd, into pulling up the security photographic camera feeds from the supervisory program 's role 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 make out to facilitate you, but I would need a full memory access password to give the security measures TV channels, and they do n't give those out to low-level techs like me. '' He then typewrite something into his keyboard and moved aside slightly to read her a protection sign-in screen that said in bold letters, `` Supervisor story Password Required. ``

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

The screen flickered slightly and a carte du jour appeared listing all of the security cameras in the intact plant, including the office and security function areas. `` Wow ! '' exclaimed Jeff. `` Who do you know to get that kind of password ? ``

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

Jeff selected the tv camera labeled `` position - yield Area A, '' and an effigy appeared on the screen door. It was Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson working at his desk. No one else was in the office.

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

'' That 's what the computer is recording, '' responded Jeff. `` All of the security television camera record to a peculiar effort that uploads nightly to offsite warehousing. It was all set up by the surety company and ca n't be tampered with. See, there is even a little metre stamp in the turning point of the trope that the data processor puts on the image as it records. ``

Jeff held his paw so that he was pointing to the corner of the filmdom. He and Julie watched as the time postage stamp slowly counted out the minutes and second base. `` Wait a arcminute, '' Jeff suddenly said. `` Something is hinky here. ``

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

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

Julie leaned in close and nodded her headspring yes.

'' That is one of the new reflex packer. I computer program them. All the manipulator has to do is put the bag on the parachute. The political machine fills, folds, sews and then stacks the bag on a pallet for shipping. It even rotates the pallet a poop turn after each bag. That car is running continuously. It should be stopping every 40 bags to allow a elevation hustler to change pallets."

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

He studied the range of a function on his monitoring device for respective hour. `` This is a looped image ! '' he suddenly shouted. See how that bag suddenly disappears and reappears about every four hour ? ``

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

'' I would necessitate access to the raw picture feed, '' answered Jeff. `` And that ai n't gon na come about because the simply way I could do that is if I had the overturn code. ``

'' What 's an override code ? ``

'' It 's a sixteen digit number that is built into the stem operating system of rules of the reckoner. If you have it, you can overturn any and all parole and special limitation from control prompt. But only the really big boss even know it exists, and no one except the CEO and the chief software engineer know it. ``

'' Is there any early way ? ``

'' Well, if you have a master password, you can use the overide key. That is the beginning four digits of the codification. With a original password and the override key, the computer generates the eternal rest of the code using a Fibonacci algorithm. But even with a master password, without the nullification key Fibonacci outset sequence there is no way I could do anything. You do n't happen to know the OKFib, do you ? ``

'' 3839 '' blurted Julie.

'' What ! '' yelled Jeff.

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

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

'' The archetype telecasting is going into several enshroud brochure. There are a lot of TV stored there, including the iteration that is replacing the camera provender. They have especial countersign and look like they can be accessed only from one internal and three extraneous links. ''

He clicked on one of the pamphlet 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 form of very life-threatening trouble. ``

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

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

A few moments later, Julie placed the small-scale transferral drive in her purse. Before returning to her lab, she used the headphone on Jeff 's desk to hollo her father. After a few quietly Holy Scripture, she handed the phone to Jeff and said, `` He wants to talk to you. He said you would ask the master OKFIB for the companywide web 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 former passwords and reference with you that no one else can ever cognize. ``

Jeff 's centre were very all-encompassing as Julie handed him the phone and turned and left the office to come back to her lab.

Later that evening, The threesome J's called Sara into the TV elbow room. Joan 's computing device was set up to display on the big screenland. `` There is something we have to show you, '' said Joan softly. She put her hand on Sara 's shoulder joint and guided her to one of the big, flaccid chair that sat in strawman of the TV and then sat on the arm alongside her. Sara wept quietly as the video began with her entering Mr. Gloria Swanson 's office and removing her habiliment. She folded each man carefully and laid it on the table succeeding to the door. She was not wearing any underwear, but that was not unusual for her. What was unusual was that her ass face were mottled with wheal and old bruises.

Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson pointed to his privates and she walked over to his desk and knelt between his legs. Unzipping his gasp, she freed his somewhat large son of a bitch, which was totally limp and flaccid. She took it into her mouth and soon it was stiff and set up. 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 wooden leg. There was no sound, but her scream was obvious as he thrust suddenly and deeply into her ass and immediately began pumping. He did n't live long, but to Sara it must have seemed like an eternity. Finally he finished and withdrew his now limp putz from her ass. He reached over to his desk and pressed a clitoris on a small remote. Suddenly there was sound in the video.

Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson 's voiced boomed out of the telecasting. `` I 'll rate you a seven for today, cunt. '' He smiled coldly at her and then looked up and smiled at the television camera. `` You know what that means, do n't you ? ``

'' Yes, Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson, '' answered Sara. `` It means three with your knock. ``

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

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

A wondrous `` crevice ! '' echoed from the television receiver speakers, followed by Sara 's choked and trembling voice, `` One. ``

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

'' fissure ! ``

'' trine. ``

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

Sara slowly picked up her wearing apparel from the table and dressed herself. Then moving carefully as if in pain, she left the post. The picture ended shortly thereafter.

Joan cradled Sara in her weapon as she sobbed and wept for many minutes. When her battle cry began to settle, Joan said softly, `` Sara, we know that he used Maria 's sidekick to jeopardise her and keep her lull. What is he using to control you ? ``

'' He knows all about all of us .... everything ... our whole lives. He has access to our college records. He has admittance to our credit reports. 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 deuce-ace J's, and your families. ``

Sara stood up and faced The terzetto J's. `` He has very sinewy friends. He can change your schoolhouse track record. He can alter your parent 's tax records. He can even erase any platter that you were ever born. I could n't separate you. He said that if I did, he would call his Quaker and it would all be over. He also said that if anything happened to him, his very powerful friends would retaliate against you. ``

'' The triplet J's have some powerful friends, too, Sara. Tomorrow, when he calls you into his office, Maria will notify Julie and she will call 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 office, just stand by the door. Do n't consider off your habiliment, 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 succeeding day, shortly after lunch, Mr. Swanson walked out onto the production story and told Sara to derive to his office in XV transactions. He continued to watch her through the position windows after he got back to his function as she stacked some extra grip alongside the machine so Maria could rent over.

What he did not notice was Calophyllum longifolium picking up the floor headphone. She pressed *19 for a plant-wide page and throughout the intact deftness, a cackly subject matter came over the speakers, `` admonisher to Judy that a comply up sampling is needed on A-43. ``

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

'' What is this ? '' sputtered Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson. I did n't call for you three. Go back to your problem. 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 saying of my father 's, '' began Judy, `` You pissed up the wrong Tree this time. ``

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

Julie took a pocket-sized notebook from her pocket. `` Dr. Patrick Henry Walcott, professor of Psychology ... Dismissed for abusing female educatee under the guise of enquiry into submissive doings. ''

She closed the notebook. `` You were very respectable at detecting submissive personalities and exploiting them, Dr. Walcott. The university wanted to keep back everything subdued, so you pled guilty and accepted mandatary counseling and chemical group therapy. But seven calendar month after you started therapy, suddenly all records of your offence ... and of your life disappeared ... So did you. Two other members of your therapy chemical group disappeared at the Lapplander fourth dimension - two brothers who were skilful drudge with a weakness for kiddie porn. Their records 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 booster know what is happening. ``

He punched several push button on the phone. null happened.

'' You are right field, Dr. Walcott, '' said Judy softly. `` Sara is a very submissive personality. '' Her voice became harsher and louder as she added, `` But she is our submissive ... The leash J's and an S. She is our 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 contempt. Julie took over and continued where Judy had left off, `` ... And we have much more hefty friends than you have. ``

As if to punctuate her remark, the plant-wide paging scheme boomed out. `` This is Mrs. Harriet walker, the industrial plant overseer. All actor are to leave the plant quickly and in trade good order. You have time to check by the changing rooms, but do not stop to shower down. We have a situation in the chilling arrangement that could become dangerous in a few hours and are evacuating the plant before beginning repairs. All employees will be paid for the intact shift. ``

Henry stared out the authority windows as all motorcar came to a stay and doer started filing to the issue. `` That was my aunt, '' explained Julie.

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

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

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

Julie stepped in front of him. `` Jeff in IT back-tracked all access to your minuscule videos. Brian and he-goat got a visit from homeland security early this morning. They thought it was safe to access the plant network directly rather than through all the proxies they use for hacking. They are very good hackers. They can get into anywhere, even heavily-secured politics system of rules. It seems that the FBI and motherland Security have been trying for month to figure out who was hacking into the Pentagon and IRS computer organization, but the transfer path were too well concealed. However, once they had the black net URLS and hidden IP addresses that Jeff tracked down, it all fell into spot. I think Billy and Brian's new speech will be an undisclosed secure prison location with no windows and no information processing system access - except what the Government might want them to ingest .'''

Judy reached over and turned Henry 's chairperson so that he was facing her. `` That foreman at plant life identification number 16 in Guadalajara who was supplying information on the Hispanics working here was arrested by Mexican authority this morning. He made the mistake of trying to run. They do n't make that very well down there. He will probably inhabit, but it will be a hanker clip before he ever sees the sun again. ``

Joan spun his chairman another quarter twist. `` And that senatorial aide-de-camp who took fear of things for you in Washington ... he lost ascendence of his car on the ringway this morning and died in the resulting accident. That was n't really voice of dad 's plan, but you can never tell how far politicians will go to stave off a really nasty scandal. ``

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

When Mr. Swanson / Walcott did n't move, she walked over to the doorway and opened it. mare and two other cleaning lady walked in. They were followed by eight gravid, angry-looking Mexican men.

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

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

Sara walked over to Henry 's desk, removed her falling off and sat down in his chair. 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 expose her pussy.

H looked around the room and started to tread towards the doorway, but it was blocked by the eight sidekick. Defeated, he sank to his knee joint and nuzzled into Sara 's waiting cunt. After a few present moment, she began to groan softly and grabbed his head to force him tighter into her genitals. Soon she was using his haircloth to pull his nerve across her button. Finally, she squeezed tightly with her second joint and held his head tightly between her stage with her hands. After a few import, 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.

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

Again Henry looked for possible safety valve, but again, he recognized the hopelessness of his situation. He leaned over the border of his own desk as Calophyllum longifolium stepped between his legs and force forward with the difficult, shaping peg. Had there been anyone left in the plant to hear him, everyone would have got 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 works by someone with the good pass phrase.

Eventually, Henry 's screams and shout subsided and Maria stopped her onset on his ass.

'' I give you a zero 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 ? ``

H 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 intend 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 fleeceable visiting card. ``

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

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

There was a loud `` offer ! '' and a screeching from Henry.

Nina from Carolina more cracks echoed through the elbow room, each was followed by a long scream from the former level supervisor. When the outset brother was finished, he took the plaza of one of the men holding Henry down on the desk.

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

Each of the brothers took their turning with the whack. After the fourth brother, there were no more screams, just minor whimper. After the finale crony was finished, the three Mexican women and their brother left the office.

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

Judy continued the pedagogy, `` If you attempt to tell apart anyone what has happened to you here today, your records will be changed to suggest 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 wide with fear as Joan finished with, `` Your camber invoice 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 case up on the situation floor. Looking down at him, Sara suddenly had a very odd smile on her typeface. She stood up and walked over to where Henry lay. Standing over him with one groundwork on either English of his face, she let loosen with a flood of urine which she swept up and down his body by rocking her renal pelvis back and forth. She then looked down and him and said in a slightly sing- song interpreter, `` Who pissed on who now ? ``

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

Joan looked down at him and gave one final instruction. `` You have five minutes to be out of the plant or the security measure guards will take you down as an armed and grave 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 wearable from the flooring 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 attender loving care and even some not-so-tender but still loving interaction with Joan, Sara was soon back to being her convention bubbly, naked ego. A week after Mr Swanson / Dr Walcott turned himself into the police force, there was a `` family meeting '' with The threesome 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 haywire. We arranged for Julie to have a master password in hopes that you might trip up across something and let us have intercourse. We really did n't anticipate you to wield 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 scenes to work things happen. We just dealt with Mr. Whatever-his-name- really-was. ``

'' Someday, you will own the strings tied to you, '' said her father. `` And Sara, you now know that you have to trust Joan and the former Js. They will avail you regardless of what anyone else says or threatens. With our patronage, they have the superpower to act ... and they know how to use that exponent. ``

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

Turning to face Joan, Julie and Judy, he finished with, `` You all have another year of undergraduate, and there are some grievous years yet to go before you get your doctorates. I am sure you have many dangerous undertaking yet to fare. ``

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