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Background Prelude
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Julie, Judy, and Joan had been friends since before kindergarten. When their mothers car pooled for schooltime events, etc, they spoke of `` picking up The Three J's. '' teacher, and almost of the community soon started referring to them as `` The Three J's. '' In the 4th form, Sara 's mother went to work for Julie 's mother as a 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, teachers and most of the biotic community as `` The III J 's and an S. ''

To a great extent, Sara was always the `` tag along. '' Partly this was because of the difference in economic status. The trio J's were `` from money '' with generations of refinement and custom. Sara was `` working division '' who cleaned up well, but remained slightly an outsider. Partly Sara was the odd one out because of strong-arm difference of opinion. The Three J's were from northern European stock with pale skin, unhorse whisker, and blue heart. Sara was always slightly little, more than slightly less pale, and had dark fuzz and deep embrown center. But primarily, Sara was the tag along because of the difference in personality.

From their meter in pre-school together, The Three J's were all alpha-females with inviolable personalities and always somewhat of a handful for their parents and their teachers. Sara, on the other hand, was More of a beta, gamma, or even delta personality and tended to defer to whatever The ternary J's said or did. Sara was always the quiet little girl in the corner who never caused any problems in class. Still, The tercet J's accepted her for what she was, or perhaps despite what she was. Conversely, she accepted The leash J's for what they were and accepted that she was n't quite their equal and would never be as shut down as these three girls who had totally grown up together.

The Three J's and an S are now college Juniors who room together in an off-campus apartment. Sara, who has very circumscribed financial means, Captain James Cook, clean and jerk and keeps the apartment as her share of the rent, service program and food. lastly January, The tercet J's and an S spent wintertime breakout 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 kinship.

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

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CHAPTER ONE
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It was a shining, gay, early on April morning when Joan walked into the kitchen with her cellphone in hand and announced, `` I have some upright news and some bad news. ''

Julie and Judy were sitting at the kitchen tabular array finishing breakfast. Sara, clad only in her ignominious velvet leash, was cleaning up the replication. All three turned to look at Joan as she asked, `` What do you require kickoff - the good news or the bad news ? ``

'' You may as well grant us the bad news 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 summertime. ``

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

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

'' We do n't take in to worry about getting some form of internship onto our resume 's. '' answered Joan.

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

'' Our parents evidently got together last hebdomad and discussed the fact that we 'needed some real world experience before we graduated .'They pulled some bowed stringed instrument and all three of us have paid internships at a local mill. I will be helping rewrite some technical manuals ; Judy will be playing thaumaturge 's apprentice in the calibre control lab ; and Julie will be helping set up a new data processor organization for human resources. ``

She then looked over at Sara. `` They thought a business internship would n't really be helpful for an elementary teacher, but a well-paying job on the factory trading floor would. So, they arranged for you to be a summertime replacement on the production contrast. It might be a little boring, but it will pay twice or maybe triplex what you could make at that waitress job you were looking at. ``

Sara was now free to smile and record her happiness. Julie and Judy, however, were obviously less than thrilled. `` I had hoped to be able-bodied to drop a lot of meter with Kevin this summer, '' whined Julie. `` But they 're right, '' 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 low gear Mon of June, The three J's and an S reported for work at `` Perfect Pets works Number 7. '' Perfect darling made and sold everything that you would ever demand for a cat, dog, horse, hamster or whatever you wanted. Plant number 7 was a intellectual nourishment processing plant. It was extremely clean, and the temperature and humidity were very well controlled, but the overwhelming aroma of drying pet food permeated the area. Even in the sealed solace of the power area, everything smelled vaguely of pork, beef, fish, corn, soy and whatever else they were cooking, grinding up, mixing and compressing into `` perfect tense Pet pellet. ``

The first few weeks went by rather rapidly. The terzetto J's were obviously enjoying their new adventure into the `` real mankind. '' Sara, however, began to grow more and More withdrawn and quiet with each passing day. Although at first she would quite willingly ploughshare what had happened in her day with Joan and the early J 's, recently she would n't even reply 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 Three J's.

The Three J 's recognise very well that Sara was a submissive exhibitionist who had no problem showing her body to anyone and everyone. She loved to run around the apartment naked and would probably go to class defenseless 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 favourite flora figure 7.

Finally, Joan texted Julie and Judy to adjoin her during their break so they could talk about the situation. `` Something is terribly damage, '' began Joan, `` but Sara wo n't verbalise about it. She just curve up in a formal on the bed and cry. She wo n't let me touch her or hug her or anything. I think something happened to her or is happening to her at the plant. ``

'' I have to go out onto the yield storey and take sample several times a shift, '' offered Judy. `` I 'll see if I can find out anything. ``

'' I will go through the Recent report card in the estimator and see if there is anything that stands out, '' added Julie. `` I do n't live if they realized it, but they gave me a full access watchword and I can get to anything on that arrangement. It had to have been a mistake, but I 'm not going to narrate them about it until the end of the summertime in cause something comes up that I need that much access. ``

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

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CHAPTER TWO
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When Judy went out into the production area to hire the mid-afternoon sampling, she intentionally changed her path through the steaming and rattling car 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 young Hispanic American woman was working as a bag makeweight on one of the previous, fully manual of arms automobile. Normally, filling 40lb cup of tea on one of the older machines was a two individual job. One person loaded empties onto the sloping trough and activated the garbage dump, the early pulled the bag through the sealer, which sewed the top of the bag shut, and stacked the bag on a pallet. This miss was doing both.

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

The young woman looked around with a very panic-stricken look on her face. `` I must keep up, '' she said with a heavy accent as she pulled a bag through the sealant. `` I ca n't fall behind in output or I could get fired. Please go away. Please go away. ``

Judy paused for a moment to learn the fair sex 's ID badge and then picked up her in-plant radio and keyed it on. `` Requesting shut down of bag crease A-43. Something does n't look right with the coloring material and the odor seems a little off. I want to avow mix and quality. ``

A mute interpreter answered, `` Fifteen moment shutdown authorized. Remember to complete the notation in the production logs when you have cleared it for restart. ``

Judy smiled up at the new cleaning woman as her automobile suddenly became mute. `` Maria is it ? Or do you opt Mary ? We can lecture 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 problem, '' answered Virgin Mary. `` She is in the supervisor 's business office, but you can not help oneself her. Mr. Swanson is a knock-down man ..., and he has many powerful friend. They do each other party favour. I can say no more than. ``

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

She lowered her head and sobbed, `` My brothers are not. He knows. He will narrate 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 oneself her. He is muy poderoso jefe. ``

'' What happens in his office ? ``

Madonna stared at the floor as she answered. `` Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson is a very evil man. He treats everyone very well and everyone thinks he is a great person, but he picks out one or two masses who are weak ... or have secrets. '' She paused to sob softly. `` Then he traps them and makes them do atrocious things. ``

'' What kind of dreadful affair ? ``

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

'' The 1st fourth dimension he called me to his part, he told me that I was wearing too a great deal wearable and that I should pass on my underclothing with him. I did n't desire 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 Quaker and my sidekick would be in clink until they were deported. ``

'' I told him that I would go to the lav and bestow him back my underwear. He said, 'No chiquita you will despoil naked right field here and hand it to me .'I did, but before he would let me put my dress back on, he made me stand there and turn slowly around so that he could stare at my body. Finally he let me go back to work. Before I left his office, he said, 'Make certain there is nothing under those pants but you tomorrow. I 'm going to check .'''

'' The next day, zip happened. I thought maybe he had forgotten, but after the good afternoon good luck - almost at quitting metre - he called me into his office. He showed me pictures that he had taken from before. I was standing there naked in front end of him like I was a puta. He said ,'I 'm trusted your mother would like to see this, would n't she ? One click and that picture goes straight to the village email account. I 'm certainly mortal will evidence it to her .'''

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

'' He smiled at me .'I just want what every man wants ,'he said. Then he pointed down at his crotch. His fly was unzipped and his polla was hanging out. 'Strip !'he yelled. 'And make me happy or your crony can see your bare ass film when they finally get back to your blue ass small town .'''

Judy stood silently listening to her account. Madonna was now weeping heavily and choking out her Christian Bible. `` I have become his esclava - slave. He uses me however he wants. The tv camera in his office takings video recording. Each time is unfit than the utmost. So that he would n't render my village the scene of me naked, I suckled his polla. So that he would n't show the video of that, I allowed him to fuck me. So that he would n't show the telecasting of that to my family unit, I let him know my anus. Now he does whatever he wants. You can not help your friend. 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 assist her. She is lost ... like I am. ``

'' I have magnate, too, '' answered Judy. She keyed her radio and spoke, `` opus is slightly Christ Within, but within tolerance. I recommend cutting the line of credit speed to one half for the sleep of the shift to prevent powdering. ``

'' Acknowledged, '' came the answer. `` Remember to reach the proper notations on the production schedules. ``

Judy smiled up at Madonna. `` Now you can save up with your production quota without a job. Tomorrow, as soon as Mr Swanson calls Sara to his office, I want you to page me. Do n't call me, page me and say, 'Reminder to Judy that a follow up sample is needed on A-43 .'Say it just like that, OK ? I am not the only one who will hear it. I also have powerful friends, Maria. You will be safe after tomorrow. ``

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CHAPTER tercet
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Judy hurried back to her lab and called Julie and Joan to let them have it away what she had learned. Julie said that she would go down to IT and see if she could talk Jeff, the in-house wonk, into pulling up the security measures camera feeds from the executive program '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 joint and replied, `` I would love to help you, but I would need a good memory access password to spread the security video distribution channel, and they do n't break those out to subordinate techs like me. '' He then type something into his keyboard and moved aside slightly to record her a security sign-in screen that said in bold letter, `` Supervisor Level Password Required. ``

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

The screen flickered slightly and a menu appeared listing all of the certificate television camera in the total plant life, including the office and security government agency areas. `` Wow ! '' exclaimed Jeff. `` Who do you know to get that kind of countersign ? ``

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

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

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

'' That 's what the data processor is recording, '' responded Jeff. `` All of the security tv camera disk to a special drive that uploads nightly to offsite storage. It was all set up by the security company and ca n't be tampered with. See, there is even a little sentence stamp in the quoin of the image that the electronic computer puts on the look-alike as it records. ``

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

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

'' See that machine in the setting ? The one just outside the power windowpane ? ``

Julie leaned in close and nodded her head yes.

'' That is one of the new automatic baggers. I program them. All the operator has to do is put the bag on the sloping trough. The machine fills, folds, sews and then stacks the bag on a palette for shipping. It even rotates the pallet a quarter bend after each bag. That auto is running continuously. It should be stopping every 40 bags to reserve a nip and tuck operator to commute pallets."

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

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

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

'' I would need access to the raw video recording provender, '' answered Jeff. `` And that ai n't gon na happen because the only when way I could do that is if I had the override codification. ``

'' What 's an override codification ? ``

'' It 's a sixteen finger's breadth number that is built into the Qaeda operating system of the computer. If you have it, you can reverse any and all passwords and exceptional restrictions from command prompt. But only the really big party boss even know it exists, and no one except the CEO and the chief programmer know it. ``

'' Is there any other way ? ``

'' Well, if you have a master password, you can use the overide key. That is the inaugural four finger's breadth of the code. With a master password and the override key, the calculator generates the rest of the codification using a Fibonacci algorithmic program. But even with a master password, without the override key Fibonacci starting sequence there is no way I could do anything. You do n't happen to get it on the OKFib, do you ? ``

'' 3839 '' blurted Julie.

'' What ! '' yelled Jeff.

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

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

'' The original telecasting is going into several hidden leaflet. There are a lot of video recording stored there, including the loop that is replacing the camera feed. They have extra word and look like they can be accessed only from one intragroup and three external links. ''

He clicked on one of the folder and then turned to Julie with a shocked expression on his nerve. `` I do n't recollect 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 serious trouble. ``

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

'' Normally I would say'No, the arrangement wo n't let me .'But with your illusion password I think anything is possible. Hand me one of those small caseful over there. ``

A few moments later, Julie placed the minuscule carry-over drive in her pocketbook. Before returning to her lab, she used the telephone set on Jeff 's desk to call her forefather. After a few quiet speech, she handed the phone to Jeff and said, `` He wants to spill the beans to you. He said you would need the master OKFIB for the companywide meshing to do what he wants you to do. He asked me if I thought I could trust you. I told him that I did. Do n't disappoint me. He said he needs to share some other passwords and name and address with you that no one else can ever bed. ``

Jeff 's eyes were very wide as Julie handed him the earpiece and turned and left the situation to return to her lab.

Later that evening, The III J's called Sara into the TV way. Joan 's estimator was set up to display on the large screen. `` There is something we have to register you, '' said Joan softly. She put her hand on Sara 's shoulder and guided her to one of the big, soft chairwoman that sat in front of the TV and then sat on the arm alongside her. Sara wept quietly as the video recording began with her entering Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson 's office and removing her article of clothing. She folded each piece carefully and laid it on the tabular array next to the doorway. She was not wearing any underclothing, but that was not strange for her. What was unusual was that her ass boldness were mottled with welts and old bruises.

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

Mr. Gloria Swanson stood up and moved between her peg. There was no audio, but her scream was obvious as he thrust suddenly and deeply into her ass and immediately began pumping. He did n't last long, but to Sara it must have seemed like an eternity. Finally he finished and withdrew his now limp scratch from her ass. He reached over to his desk and pressed a clit on a small remote. Suddenly there was strait in the video.

Mr. Gloria Swanson 's voiced boomed out of the television. `` I 'll rate you a seven for today, snatch. '' 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 bash. ``

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

Sara again took her station leaning over the desk. Mr. Swanson removed the swath from his pants and doubled it in his work force. `` reckoning them ! '' he barked as he brought his arm up above his head.

A rattling `` Crack ! '' echoed from the boob tube talker, followed by Sara 's choked and trembling spokesperson, `` One. ``

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

'' wisecrack ! ``

'' Three. ``

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

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

Joan cradled Sara in her weapons system as she sobbed and wept for many minutes. When her crying began to sink, Joan said softly, `` Sara, we know that he used Calophyllum longifolium 's brothers to imperil her and keep her quiet. What is he using to control you ? ``

'' He knows all about all of us .... everything ... our whole lives. He has accession to our college platter. He has access to our credit reports. He even has access to your parent 's tax records. I do n't worry about me, but if I do n't do everything he asks, he will destroy The tierce J's, and your kin. ``

Sara stood up and faced The trine J's. `` He has very powerful friends. He can change your school records. He can change your parent 's tax track record. He can even wipe out any platter that you were ever born. I could n't enjoin you. He said that if I did, he would shout out his friends and it would all be over. He also said that if anything happened to him, his very powerful friends would avenge against you. ``

'' The triplet J's have some knock-down acquaintance, too, Sara. Tomorrow, when he calls you into his office, Calophyllum longifolium will give notice 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 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 Three J's handle this. ``

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CHAPTER FOUR
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The following day, shortly after lunch, Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson walked out onto the production floor and told Sara to come to his position in fifteen proceedings. He continued to watch out her through the office windows after he got back to his function as she stacked some extra bags alongside the machine so maria could call for over.

What he did not notice was Maria picking up the floor speech sound. She pressed *19 for a plant-wide Thomas Nelson Page and throughout the entire facility, a squawky message came over the utterer, `` reminder to Judy that a keep up up sample is needed on A-43. ``

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

'' What is this ? '' sputtered Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson. I did n't call up for you three. Go back to your chore. If Sara has said anything to you, then you know that I have very hefty friends and am not to be messed with. ``

'' To use an formulation of my Church Father 's, '' began Judy, `` You pissed up the amiss tree this sentence. ``

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

Julie took a minor notebook computer from her pocket. `` Dr. Patrick Henry Walcott, professor of Psychology ... Dismissed for abusing female students under the pretence of enquiry into submissive behaviour. ''

She closed the notebook. `` You were very good at detecting subservient personalities and exploiting them, Dr. Walcott. The university wanted to keep open everything tranquility, so you pled guilty and accepted mandatory counselling and chemical group therapy. But seven calendar month after you started therapy, suddenly all book of your crime ... and of your lifetime disappeared ... So did you. Two former phallus of your therapy group disappeared at the Lapp time - two brothers who were expert hackers with a weakness for kiddie porn. Their records also disappeared with them. ``

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

He punched several buttons on the telephone. Nothing happened.

'' You are right, Dr. Walcott, '' said Judy softly. `` Sara is a very subservient personality. '' Her voice became harsher and louder as she added, `` But she is our submissive ... The Three J's and an S. She is our subservient ! She trusts us, and we protect her ! And The Three 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 mighty friend than you have. ``

As if to emphasize her remark, the plant-wide paging arrangement boomed out. `` This is Mrs. Harriet Walker, the plant superintendent. All proletarian are to leave the industrial plant quickly and in sound order. You have meter to stop by the changing rooms, but do not stop to shower down. We have a post in the chilling organization that could become severe in a few hr and are evacuating the flora before beginning resort. All employees will be paid for the integral displacement. ``

Henry stared out the office windows as all auto came to a halt and worker started filing to the exits. `` That was my auntie, '' explained Julie.

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

'' And my don is majority stock holder, '' added Judy.

'' Mine is foreman Legal military officer, '' said Joan.

Julie stepped in front of him. `` Jeff in IT back-tracked all access to your piddling picture. Brian and billystick got a visit from motherland security early this morn. They thought it was safe to admission the plant net directly rather than through all the proxies they use for hacking. They are very soundly hackers. They can get into anywhere, even heavily-secured government scheme. It seems that the FBI and mother country Security have been trying for month to compute out who was hacking into the Pentagon and IRS computer systems, but the transfer paths were too well concealed. However, once they had the black net URLS and out of sight IP addresses that Jeff tracked down, it all fell into place. I think he-goat and Brian's new destination will be an undisclosed secure prison location with no windows and no computing device access - except what the authorities might want them to have .'''

Judy reached over and turned Henry 's chairwoman so that he was facing her. `` That foreman at Plant Number 16 in Guadalajara who was supplying information on the Hispanic working here was arrested by Mexican confidence this sunup. He made the mistake of trying to run. They do n't take that very well down there. He will probably go, but it will be a recollective time before he ever sees the sun again. ``

Joan spun his chair another quarter turn. `` And that senatorial aide who took care of things for you in Washington ... he lost control of his car on the ringway this morning and died in the ensue accident. That was n't really role of dad 's architectural plan, but you can never tell how far political leader will go to avoid a really awful scandal. ``

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

When Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson / Walcott did n't impress, she walked over to the door and opened it. Maria and two early woman 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 cogitate you have met their sidekick. I said, 'Strip !'''

Henry stood and fumbled with his clothing with shaking hands.

Sara walked over to Patrick Henry 's desk, removed her slacks 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 spread her legs to expose her pussy.

Henry looked around the way and started to step towards the door, but it was blocked by the eight buddy. Defeated, he sank to his knee joint and nuzzled into Sara 's waiting cunt. After a few moments, she began to groan softly and grabbed his question to wedge him tighter into her crotch. Soon she was using his hair to pull his face across her clit. Finally, she squeezed tightly with her second joint and held his head tightly between her peg with her hand. After a few moments, he began to fight for air. A few minutes later, he began to go limp. Sara released him and he dropped to the trading floor gasping for breath.

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

Again Joseph Henry looked for potential dodging, but again, he recognized the hopelessness of his situation. He leaned over the edge of his own desk as Calophyllum longifolium stepped between his leg and thrust forward with the hard, credit card peg. Had there been anyone left in the plant to hear him, everyone would own heard his howler. As it was, the security guards at the gates vaguely heard something, but they had been instructed to ignore anything and everything unless they were called into the plant by someone with the flop pass phrase.

Eventually, H 's screams and outcry subsided and mare stopped her outpouring 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 zero. `` You know what that means, do n't you, Mr. Whatever-your-name-is ? ``

William Henry remained silent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

IX more cracks echoed through the way, each was followed by a farsighted scream from the erstwhile storey supervisor. When the commencement pal was finished, he took the place of one of the men holding Henry down on the desk.

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

Each of the brothers took their number with the belt. After the twenty-five percent brother, there were no more screams, just humble whimpers. After the cobbler's last comrade was finished, the three Mexican womanhood and their Brother left the office.

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

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

Patrick Henry 's eyes were encompassing with concern as Joan finished with, `` Your bank accounts are abandon. Your car is officially listed as stolen. Your theater has been foreclosed and cleaned out. There is no place you can run that we can not rule you. ``

H rolled off the desk and lay face up on the place base. Looking down at him, Sara suddenly had a very odd grinning on her font. She stood up and walked over to where Joseph Henry lay. Standing over him with one foot on either side of his face, she let liberal with a flood of urine which she swept up and down his body by rocking her pelvis back and forth. She then looked down and him and said in a slightly sing- song voice, `` Who pissed on who now ? ``

As she picked up her mire to dress up, she turned back to facial expression 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 concluding command. `` You have five instant to be out of the industrial plant or the security guards will adopt you down as an armed and dangerous trespasser. I think you know what companionship policy is in that context. ``

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

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

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The quietus of the summer was relatively uneventful. After a lot of conversation, a lot of cutter loving care and even some not-so-tender but still loving fundamental interaction with Joan, Sara was soon back to being her normal bubbly, naked ego. A week after Mr Swanson / Dr Walcott turned himself into the law, there was a `` family meeting '' with The Three J's and their parents along with Sara and her mother.

'' We were n't sure what was going on in the works, '' began Julie 's dad. `` But we knew that something was terribly wrong. We arranged for Julie to have a passe-partout countersign in hopes that you might bumble across something and let us know. 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 drawstring behind the scenes to make things materialise. We just deal out with Mr. Whatever-his-name- really-was. ``

'' Someday, you will have the strings tied to you, '' said her Padre. `` And Sara, you now know that you have to trust Joan and the other Js. They will aid 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 mogul. ``

He set his hand on Sara 's shoulder and looked directly into her oculus as he added, `` Someday mass will speak in awe of The 3 J's and their patriotic S. Just do n't let it go to your headland before you finish college. ``

Turning to face Joan, Julie and Judy, he finished with, `` You all have another yr of undergraduate, and there are some lumbering geezerhood yet to go before you get your doctor's degree. I am sure you have many adventure yet to come. ``

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