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Background preliminary
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Julie, Judy, and Joan had been admirer since before kindergarten. When their mothers car pooled for school issue, etc, they spoke of `` picking up The Three J's. '' Teachers, and to the highest degree of the residential district soon started referring to them as `` The Three J's. '' In the fourth grade, Sara 's mother went to mold for Julie 's mother as a 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, instructor and near of the residential district as `` The tierce J 's and an S. ''

To a enceinte extent, Sara was always the `` tag along. '' Partly this was because of the divergence in economical status. The ternary J's were `` from money '' with genesis of finish 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 III J's were from northern European store with pale tegument, light hair, and blue centre. Sara was always slightly shortsighted, to a greater extent than slightly less pallid, and had dark hair's-breadth and thick dark-brown eyes. But primarily, Sara was the tag along because of the difference in personality.

From their metre in pre-school together, The terzetto J's were all alpha-females with warm personalities and always somewhat of a handful for their parents and their teachers. Sara, on the other hand, was More of a Beta, da Gamma, or even delta personality and tended to defer to whatever The troika J's said or did. Sara was always the calm down picayune girl in the corner who never caused any trouble 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 equate and would never be as close as these three girls who had totally grown up together.

The three J's and an S are now college Jr who room together in an off-campus apartment. Sara, who has very limited fiscal means, cooks, cleans and keeps the flat as her portion of the split, utility and food. Last January, The Three J's and an S spent Winter recess at a ski cabin time-shared by Joan 's founding father. While there, Judy met Ron, Julie met Kevin, and Sara and Joan finally admitted to themselves what everyone else already sleep with ..., that they were strongly attracted to each former in a loving, D/s relationship.

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

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CHAPTER ONE
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It was a bright, sunny, early Apr morning when Joan walked into the kitchen with her cellular phone in bridge player and announced, `` I have some good tidings and some bad news. ''

Julie and Judy were sitting at the kitchen table finishing breakfast. Sara, clad only in her black velvet neckband, was cleaning up the tabulator. All three turned to look at Joan as she asked, `` What do you need first - 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 representative. ``

She paused a here and now before continuing. Then she said, `` The bad intelligence 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 summertime job, stood quietly behind the two young woman. She did n't want to show her felicity that Joan would not be away from her at all during the summer.

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

'' We do n't have got to worry about getting some sort of internship onto our resume 's. '' answered Joan.

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

'' Our parents evidently got together last week and discussed the fact that we 'needed some real existence experience before we graduated .'They pulled some strings and all three of us have paid internships at a local manufactory. I will be helping rewrite some expert manual ; Judy will be playing sorcerer 's apprentice in the quality control lab ; and Julie will be helping set up a new computer system for human resource. ``

She then looked over at Sara. `` They thought a business 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 refilling on the yield line. It might be a trivial boring, but it will pay twice or maybe triple what you could make at that waitress job you were looking at. ``

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

And so on the first Monday of June, The tierce J's and an S reported for work at `` perfect Pets Plant Number 7. '' Perfect darling made and sold everything that you would ever need for a cat, dog, horse cavalry, hamster or whatever you wanted. Plant number 7 was a food processing plant. It was extremely fairly, and the temperature and humidity were very well controlled, but the whelm smell of drying pet nutrient permeated the arena. Even in the sealed comfortableness of the federal agency domain, everything smelled vaguely of porc, beef, Fish, corn, soy and whatever else they were cooking, grinding up, mixing and compressing into `` perfect Pet Pellets. ``

The first few weeks went by rather rapidly. The ternary J's were obviously enjoying their new adventure into the `` existent creation. '' Sara, however, began to acquire more and more withdrawn and still with each passing day. Although at first off she would quite willingly percentage what had happened in her day with Joan and the other J 's, recently she would n't even reply when necessitate how her day had gone. Even more strangely, Sara began to assume a nightshirt to bed that she did n't transfer even when fixing breakfast for The 3 J's.

The III J 's knew very well that Sara was a submissive exhibitionist who had no trouble showing her consistence to anyone and everyone. She loved to run around the apartment naked and would probably go to year defenseless if she could get away with it. If Sara was hiding her physical structure, something was definitely amiss, and it had something to do with perfective PET industrial plant Number 7.

Finally, Joan texted Julie and Judy to converge her during their breaking so they could talk about the situation. `` Something is terribly amiss, '' began Joan, `` but Sara wo n't verbalise about it. She just curls up in a ball on the bed and call. She wo n't let me allude 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 base and aim sample various times a break, '' offered Judy. `` I 'll see if I can find out anything. ``

'' I will go through the Holocene epoch reports in the estimator and see if there is anything that stands out, '' added Julie. `` I do n't have a go at it if they realized it, but they gave me a full accession password and I can get to anything on that organisation. It had to have been a misapprehension, but I 'm not going to tell them about it until the end of the summertime in case something comes up that I need that much access. ``

'' 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 want to push it too far. ``

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CHAPTER TWO
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When Judy went out into the product area to rent the mid-afternoon sample distribution, she intentionally changed her course through the steaming and rattling simple machine so that she would end up in the region 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 of arms machines. Normally, filling 40lb traveling bag on one of the older machines was a two person job. One person loaded empties onto the chute and activated the dump, the other 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 youth charwoman looked around with a very scared look on her face. `` I must observe up, '' she said with a clayey accent as she pulled a bag through the sealant. `` I ca n't fall behind in yield or I could get fired. Please go away. Please go away. ``

Judy paused for a moment to read the womanhood 's ID badge and then picked up her in-plant tuner and keyed it on. `` Requesting shut down of bag line A-43. Something does n't attend good with the colouring material and the scent seems a little off. I want to control mix and character. ``

A muffled vocalism answered, `` Fifteen bit shutdown authorized. Remember to make out the note in the production logs when you have cleared it for restart. ``

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

'' Your friend is in often very bad difficulty, '' answered Virgin Mary. `` She is in the executive program 's bureau, but you can not help her. Mr. Swanson is a powerful man ..., and he has many powerful friends. They do each former favour. I can say no more. ``

'' Mary, '' Judy continued. `` I know that you are legal. Why does he scare you so badly ? What powerfulness does Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson have over you ? You can tell apart me. I have to know in order to help my protagonist. ``

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

'' What happens in his business office ? ``

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

'' What kind of terrible things ? ``

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

'' The showtime clip he called me to his post, he told me that I was wearing too a great deal wearable and that I should bequeath my underwear with him. I did n't want to, but he knew my buddy 's names and where they lived and where they worked and he said that all he had to do was to call his ally and my brothers would be in jail until they were deported. ``

'' I told him that I would go to the bathroom and wreak him back my underclothes. He said, 'No chiquita you will despoil nude rightfulness here and hired hand it to me .'I did, but before he would let me put my clothes back on, he made me put up there and ferment slowly around so that he could stare at my physical structure. Finally he let me go back to work. Before I left his part, he said, 'Make sure there is cypher under those bloomers but you tomorrow. I 'm going to determine .'''

'' The next day, aught happened. I thought maybe he had forgotten, but after the afternoon break - 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 man of him like I was a puta. He said ,'I 'm sure as shooting your mother would wish to see this, would n't she ? One click and that pic goes straight to the village email account. I 'm sure someone will usher 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 privates. His fly was unzipped and his polla was hanging out. 'Strip !'he yelled. 'And make me happy or your brothers can see your au naturel ass word picture when they finally get back to your no-account ass Greenwich Village .'''

Judy stood silently listening to her story. Mary was now weeping heavily and choking out her words. `` I have become his esclava - striver. He uses me however he wants. The tv camera in his office take videos. Each time is worse than the last. So that he would n't show my small town the scene of me au naturel, 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 video of that to my family, I let him fuck my anus. Now he does whatever he wants. You can not help your ally. She will soon be his esclava sexual like I am. Mr. Swanson is el Diablo Senor. He is much, much too powerful. You can not help her. She is lost ... like I am. ``

'' I have tycoon, too, '' answered Judy. She keyed her radio and spoke, `` Composition is slightly light, but within leeway. I recommend cutting the line focal ratio to one half for the rest of the shift to forbid powdering. ``

'' Acknowledged, '' came the reply. `` Remember to make the proper notations on the output schedules. ``

Judy smiled up at Mary. `` Now you can go on up with your production quota without a job. Tomorrow, as soon as Mr Swanson calls Sara to his office, I want you to foliate me. Do n't call me, page me and say, 'Reminder to Judy that a fall out 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 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 know what she had learned. Julie said that she would go down to IT and see if she could verbalise Jeff, the in-house nerd, into pulling up the surety camera feeds from the supervisory 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 shoulders and replied, `` I would fuck to help you, but I would need a good access password to open the security telecasting channels, and they do n't feed those out to low-level technical school like me. '' He then typecast something into his keyboard and moved aside slightly to show her a protection sign-in screen that said in bold face letter of the alphabet, `` supervisor Level parole Required. ``

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

The screen flickered slightly and a menu appeared listing all of the security department cameras in the entire works, including the office and protection office 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 mistake. ``

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

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

'' That 's what the computer is recording, '' responded Jeff. `` All of the security cameras record to a special drive that uploads nightly to offsite storage. It was all set up by the security measure troupe and ca n't be tampered with. See, there is even a little clock time revenue stamp in the box of the image that the information processing system puts on the image as it records. ``

Jeff held his script so that he was pointing to the recess of the concealment. He and Julie watched as the fourth dimension stamp slowly counted out the bit and s. `` Wait a second, '' Jeff suddenly said. `` Something is hinky here. ``

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

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

Julie leaned in close and nodded her point yes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' It 's a xvi digit figure that is built into the base operating system of the calculator. If you have it, you can override any and all countersign and special limitation from command prompting. But only the really big foreman even know it exists, and no one except the CEO and the head computer programmer know it. ``

'' Is there any other way ? ``

'' Well, if you have a skipper countersign, you can use the overide key. That is the beginning four digits of the code. With a superior password and the nullification key, the data processor generates the quietus of the code using a Fibonacci algorithm. But even with a master word, without the nullification key Fibonacci scratch line chronological succession 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 watchword is OKFIB3839, '' yelled back Julie. I thought it was just a weird word that was easy to remember. Try 3839. ``

Jeff typed respective instruction on his keyboard and then muttered, `` Oh my God. I 'm in at floor bid stratum. '' He typed various bid into his console and then turned to Julie.

'' The original video is going into various secret booklet. There are a lot of video stored there, including the loop that is replacing the tv camera feed. They have limited passwords and look like they can be accessed only from one internal and three outside links. ''

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

'' Yes, I do, '' answered Julie firmly. `` Sara is my protagonist and she is in some form of very severe difficulty. ``

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

'' Normally I would say'No, the system wo n't let me .'But with your witching password I think anything is possible. Hand me one of those diminished instance over there. ``

A few second later, Julie placed the little transfer drive in her purse. Before returning to her lab, she used the telephone on Jeff 's desk to call her father. After a few quiet words, she handed the phone to Jeff and said, `` He wants to babble out to you. He said you would need the original OKFIB for the companywide network to do what he wants you to do. He asked me if I thought I could trust you. I told him that I did. Do n't disappoint me. He said he needs to share some early passwords and addresses with you that no one else can ever acknowledge. ``

Jeff 's centre were very wide of the mark as Julie handed him the phone and turned and left the government agency to hark back to her lab.

Later that evening, The triad J's called Sara into the TV elbow room. Joan 's electronic computer was set up to display on the large concealment. `` There is something we have to evince you, '' said Joan softly. She put her hand on Sara 's shoulder and guided her to one of the big, soft death chair that sat in nominal head of the TV and then sat on the arm alongside her. Sara wept quietly as the picture began with her entering Mr. Gloria May Josephine Svensson 's office and removing her clothing. She folded each while carefully and laid it on the table next to the threshold. She was not wearing any underwear, but that was not unusual for her. What was unusual was that her ass cheeks were mottled with weal and old bruises.

Mr. Swanson pointed to his privates and she walked over to his desk and knelt between his pegleg. Unzipping his pants, she freed his somewhat large bastard, which was totally gimp and flaccid. She took it into her sass and soon it was stiff and ready. He slapped her on the top of her head and she got up and leaned over the desk and presented her ass to him.

Mr. Swanson stood up and moved between her 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 cobbler's last foresightful, but to Sara it must have seemed like an eternity. Finally he finished and withdrew his now limp motherfucker from her ass. He reached over to his desk and pressed a release on a lowly remote. Suddenly there was speech sound in the video.

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

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

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

Sara again took her place leaning over the desk. Mr. Swanson removed the bash from his knickers and doubled it in his hands. `` counting them ! '' he barked as he brought his arm up above his head.

A tremendous `` cracking ! '' echoed from the television set speakers, followed by Sara 's conk and trembling voice, `` One. ``

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

'' crack cocaine ! ``

'' Three. ``

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

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

Joan cradled Sara in her arms as she sobbed and wept for many bit. When her outcry began to subside, Joan said softly, `` Sara, we know that he used maria 's sidekick to threaten her and celebrate her quiet. What is he using to see you ? ``

'' He knows all about all of us .... everything ... our unhurt life sentence. He has access to our college track record. He has access to our credit paper. He even has access to your parent 's tax phonograph record. I do n't care about me, but if I do n't do everything he asks, he will put down The Three J's, and your category. ``

Sara stood up and faced The trey J's. `` He has very right Quaker. He can shift your school records. He can change your parent 's tax phonograph recording. He can even delete any record that you were ever born. I could n't tell you. He said that if I did, he would call his friends and it would all be over. He also said that if anything happened to him, his very brawny friends would retaliate against you. ``

'' The Three J's have some potent booster, too, Sara. Tomorrow, when he calls you into his office, mare will notify Julie and she will foretell Judy and me. We should be there by the sentence you have to go in, but if we 're not, when you go into his office, just stand by the door. Do n't make off your clothing, and do n't say anything to him unless you absolutely have to. Let The tercet J's care this. ``

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The next day, shortly after lunch, Mr. Swanson walked out onto the product floor and told Sara to do to his office in 15 minutes. He continued to watch her through the office windows after he got back to his office as she stacked some redundant handbag alongside the political machine so maria could take over.

What he did not notification was Maria picking up the trading floor speech sound. She pressed *19 for a plant-wide varlet and throughout the intact adeptness, a squawky message came over the speakers, `` monitor to Judy that a be up sample is needed on A-43. ``

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

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

'' To use an expression of my Father 's, '' began Judy, `` You pissed up the wrong tree diagram this fourth dimension. ``

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

Julie took a lowly notebook from her scoop. `` Dr. henry Walcott, professor of psychological science ... Dismissed for abusing distaff students under the pretext of research into slavish behavior. ''

She closed the notebook. `` You were very good at detecting submissive personalities and exploiting them, Dr. Walcott. The university wanted to keep everything serenity, so you pled hangdog and accepted mandate counseling and group therapy. But seven calendar month after you started therapy, suddenly all record of your criminal offence ... and of your life disappeared ... So did you. Two former appendage of your therapy group disappeared at the Lapp time - two brothers who were expert hackers with a helplessness for kiddie porno. 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 friends know what is happening. ``

He punched several buttons on the telephone. nix happened.

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

H stared at her with an expression that combined anger and contempt. Julie took over and carry on where Judy had left off, `` ... And we have much more muscular friends than you have. ``

As if to punctuate her remarks, the plant-wide page number system of rules boomed out. `` This is Mrs. Harriet Walker, the industrial plant superintendent. All prole are to leave the plant life quickly and in good order. You have time to arrest by the changing rooms, but do not kibosh to shower. We have a office in the temperature reduction scheme that could become unsafe in a few minute and are evacuating the plant before beginning repairs. All employees will be paid for the entire shimmy. ``

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

Henry attempted to say something, but his sassing merely opened and closed like a fish flopping on the wharf. Julie smiled and continued, `` My Church Father is CEO of the parent corporation that owns perfective deary. ``

'' And my father is absolute majority stock holder, '' added Judy.

'' Mine is Chief Legal police officer, '' said Joan.

Julie stepped in front man of him. `` Jeff in IT back-tracked all access to your niggling TV. Brian and Billy got a visit from country of origin security early this morning. They thought it was safe to access the flora network directly rather than through all the procurator they use for hacking. They are very good hackers. They can get into anywhere, even heavily-secured authorities systems. It seems that the FBI and native land Security have been trying for calendar month to figure out who was hacking into the Pentagon and IRS computer organization, but the transportation path were too well concealed. However, once they had the black net universal resource locator and secret IP addresses that Jeff tracked down, it all fell into billet. I think baton and Brian's new destination will be an unrevealed secure prison locating with no window and no estimator admission - except what the Government might want them to throw .'''

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

Joan spun his chair another fourth turning. `` And that senatorial aide who took care of things for you in Washington ... he lost ascendance of his car on the ringway this morning and died in the resulting chance event. That was n't really part of dad 's architectural plan, but you can never narrate how far pol will go to quash a really filthy malicious gossip. ``

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

When Mr. Swanson / Walcott did n't be active, she walked over to the door and opened it. maria and two other cleaning woman walked in. They were followed by eight large, angry-looking Mexican men.

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

H stood and fumbled with his vesture with shaking hands.

Sara walked over to H 's desk, removed her morass and sat down in his electric 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 pegleg to expose her pussy.

Henry looked around the room and started to pace towards the door, but it was blocked by the eight brothers. Defeated, he sank to his knees and nuzzled into Sara 's waiting cunt. After a few minute, she began to moan softly and grabbed his fountainhead to pressure him tighter into her crotch. Soon she was using his tomentum to pull his face across her clit. Finally, she squeezed tightly with her thigh and held his headspring tightly between her legs with her hands. After a few bit, he began to struggle for air. A few minutes later, he began to go limp. Sara released him and he dropped to the storey gasping for breath.

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

Again Patrick Henry looked for potential safety valve, but again, he recognized the hopelessness of his situation. He leaned over the border of his own desk as mare stepped between his peg and lunge forward with the hard, plastic peg. Had there been anyone left in the plant to pick up him, everyone would have heard his shrieking. As it was, the security safety at the gate vaguely heard something, but they had been instructed to ignore anything and everything unless they were called into the plant by someone with the good pass phrase.

Eventually, Henry 's sidesplitter and war cry subsided and mare stopped her onslaught on his ass.

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

'' I would rate you at half, '' added Sara, so the norm is still zero. `` You know what that means, do n't you, Mr. Whatever-your-name-is ? ``

Henry remained silent.

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

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

'' That 's exactly what it means, '' answered Sara. `` But since I do n't think I could swing hard enough and neither could Maria, we are going to let the comrade handle this. By the way, extra freedom paperwork was filed overnight. They are all now legal with valid commons cards. ``

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

There was a loud `` crack ! '' and a thigh-slapper from Henry.

baseball club more cracks echoed through the room, each was followed by a long wow from the former floor supervisor. When the number 1 buddy was finished, he took the place of one of the men holding Henry down on the desk.

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

Each of the brothers took their turn with the knock. After the fourth brother, there were no more wow, just humble whimpers. After the last brother was finished, the three Mexican women and their blood brother left the office.

Julie lifted Patrick Henry 's brain from the desk and spoke directly to him. `` You have 48 60 minutes to turn yourself into the police under your own, true name. If you do not, we will encounter you, and we will deliver you to Maria 's hamlet in United Mexican States. I think they will be gladiola to see you. ``

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

Henry 's optic were wide with fright as Joan finished with, `` Your savings bank accounts are empty. Your car is officially listed as stolen. Your firm has been foreclosed and cleaned out. There is no home you can run that we can not witness you. ``

Henry rolled off the desk and lay face up on the business office floor. Looking down at him, Sara suddenly had a very odd grin on her brass. She stood up and walked over to where H lay. Standing over him with one foot on either position of his face, she let loose with a photoflood 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 set, she turned back to face him and added, `` Julie 's right. You definitely pissed up the damage tree when you took on The Three J's and an S. ''

Joan looked down at him and gave one final didactics. `` You have five hour to be out of the plant life or the security guards will take you down as an armed and life-threatening interloper. I think you know what troupe policy is in that context. ``

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

Grabbing his vesture from the level around him, he staggered slowly out of the office.

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

'' We were n't surely what was going on in the plant, '' began Julie 's dad. `` But we knew that something was terribly wrong. We arranged for Julie to have a master password in promise that you might stumble 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 bowed stringed instrument behind the conniption to make things happen. We just dealt with Mr. Whatever-his-name- really-was. ``

'' Someday, you will have the bowed stringed instrument tied to you, '' said her father. `` 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 power. ``

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

turning to look Joan, Julie and Judy, he finished with, `` You all have another year of undergraduate, and there are some grave years yet to go before you get your doctorates. I am sure you have many adventures yet to fare. ``

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