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Three J's and an S Take a Summer Job
by The Technician (technician666@gmail.com)
***
Four college girls get summer jobs together in the same
factory. One of the shift supervisors is a pervert who
has abused other female employees and tries to take
advantage of "S". He does at first, but then and gets a
big surprise from The Three J's. This is the complete
story in four chapters. (Mf, forced, work, oral, anal,
spank, ws, bd)
***
Author Note: All of my writing is intended for adults
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even extreme sexual content. All people and events
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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 work 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, teachers
and most of the community as "The Three 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 Three J's were "from money" with generations
of refinement and tradition. Sara was "working class"
who cleaned up well, but remained slightly an outsider.
Partly Sara was the odd one out because of physical
differences. The Three J's were from northern European
stock 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 eyes. But
primarily, Sara was the tag along because of the
difference in personality.
From their time in pre-school together, The Three J's
were all alpha-females with strong personalities and
always somewhat of a handful for their parents and their
teachers. Sara, on the other hand, was more of a beta,
gamma, or even delta personality and tended to defer to
whatever The Three J's said or did. Sara was always the
quiet little girl in the corner who never caused any
problems in class. Still, The Three J's accepted her for
what she was, or perhaps despite what she was.
Conversely, she accepted The Three J's for what they
were and accepted that she wasn't quite their equal 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 Juniors who room
together in an off-campus apartment. Sara, who has very
limited financial means, cooks, cleans and keeps the
apartment as her share of the rent, utilities and food.
Last January, The Three J's and an S spent Winter 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 knew..., 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.
***
-= CHAPTER ONE =-
It was a bright, sunny, early April morning when Joan
walked into the kitchen with her cellphone in hand and
announced, "I have some good news and some bad news."
Julie and Judy were sitting at the kitchen table
finishing breakfast. Sara, clad only in her black velvet
collar, was cleaning up the counter. All three turned to
look at Joan as she asked, "What do you want first - the
good news or the bad news?"
"You may as well give 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
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 didn't want to
show her happiness that Joan would not be away from her
at all during the summer.
"And the good news is?" asked Judy.
"We don't have 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 mean?"
"Our parents evidently got together last week and
discussed the fact that we 'needed some real world
experience before we graduated.' They pulled some
strings and all three of us have paid internships at a
local factory. I will be helping rewrite some technical
manuals; 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 resources."
She then looked over at Sara. "They thought a business
internship wouldn't really be helpful for an elementary
teacher, but a well-paying job on the factory floor
would. So, they arranged for you to be a summer
replacement on the production line. It might be a little
boring, but it will pay twice or maybe triple what you
could make at that waitress job you were looking at."
Sara was now free to smile and show her happiness. Julie
and Judy, however, were obviously less than thrilled. "I
had hoped to be able to spend a lot of time with Kevin
this summer," whined Julie. "But they're right," 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 Three J's and an
S reported for work at "Perfect Pets Plant Number 7."
Perfect Pets made and sold everything that you would
ever need for a cat, dog, horse, hamster or whatever you
wanted. Plant number 7 was a food processing plant. It
was extremely clean, and the temperature and humidity
were very well controlled, but the overwhelming smell of
drying pet food permeated the area. 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 first few weeks went by rather rapidly. The Three
J's were obviously enjoying their new adventure into the
"real world." Sara, however, began to grow more and more
withdrawn and quiet with each passing day. Although at
first she would quite willingly share what had happened
in her day with Joan and the other J's, recently she
wouldn't even reply when asked how her day had gone.
Even more strangely, Sara began to wear a nightshirt to
bed that she didn't remove even when fixing breakfast
for The Three J's .
The Three J's knew 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 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 Number 7.
Finally, Joan texted Julie and Judy to meet her during
their break so they could talk about the situation.
"Something is terribly wrong," began Joan, "but Sara
won't talk about it. She just curls up in a ball on the
bed and cries. She won'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 production floors and take
samples several times a shift," offered Judy. "I'll see
if I can find out anything."
"I will go through the recent reports in the computer
and see if there is anything that stands out," added
Julie. "I don't know if they realized it, but they gave
me a full access password and I can get to anything on
that system. It had to have been a mistake, but I'm not
going to tell them about it until the end of the summer
in case something comes up that I need that much
access."
"OK," answered Joan. "We meet here again tomorrow and
compare notes. I will try to talk to her again tonight,
but I don't want to push it too far."
-= CHAPTER TWO =-
When Judy went out into the production area to take the
mid-afternoon samples, she intentionally changed her
path through the steaming and rattling machines so that
she would end up in the area where Sara was working. She
had hoped to see what Sara was doing, but when she got
there Sara was nowhere to be seen.
A young Hispanic woman was working as a bag filler on
one of the older, fully manual machines. Normally,
filling 40lb bags 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 young woman looked around with a very frightened
look on her face. "I must keep up," she said with a
heavy accent as she pulled a bag through the sealer. "I
can't fall behind in production or I could get fired.
Please go away.
Please go away."
Judy paused for a moment to read the woman's ID badge
and then picked up her in-plant radio and keyed it on.
"Requesting shut down of bag line A-43. Something
doesn't look right with the color and the odor seems a
little off. I want to verify mix and quality."
A muffled voice answered, "Fifteen minute shutdown
authorized. Remember to complete the notation 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 prefer
Mary? We can talk 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 trouble," answered
Mary. "She is in the supervisor's office, but you cannot
help her. Mr. Swanson is a powerful man..., and he has
many powerful friends. They do each other favors. I can
say no more."
"Mary," Judy continued. "I know that you are legal. Why
does he scare you so badly? What power does Mr. Swanson
have over you? You can tell me. I have to know in order
to help my friend."
She lowered her head and sobbed, "My brothers are not.
He knows. He will tell his friends in immigration.
Before Sara came, it was me in his office. I don't know
what he knows about Sara, but you cannot 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 great person, but he picks out
one or two people who are weak... or have secrets." She
paused to sob softly. "Then he traps them and makes them
do terrible things."
"What kind of terrible things?"
Maria stared silently at the floor, so Judy continued,
"I need to know what is happening to my friend.... so I
can help her... and you."
"The first time he called me to his office, he told me
that I was wearing too much clothing and that I should
leave my underwear with him. I didn't want 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 friends and my brothers would be in jail until
they were deported."
"I told him that I would go to the bathroom and bring
him back my underwear. He said, 'No chiquita you will
strip naked right here and hand it to me.' I did, but
before he would let me put my clothes back on, he made
me stand there and turn slowly around so that he could
stare at my body. Finally he let me go back to work.
Before I left his office, he said, 'Make sure there is
nothing under those pants but you tomorrow. I'm going to
check.'"
"The next day, nothing happened. I thought maybe he had
forgotten, but after the afternoon break - almost at
quitting time - he called me into his office. He showed
me pictures that he had taken from before. I was
standing there naked in front of him like I was a puta.
He said, 'I'm sure your mother would like to see this,
wouldn't she? One click and that picture goes straight
to the village email account. I'm sure someone will show
it to her.'"
"He laughed as I stood there crying. 'What do you
want?'" I asked."
"He smiled at me. 'I just want what every man wants,' he
said. Then he pointed down at his crotch. His fly was
unzipped and his polla was hanging out. 'Strip!' he
yelled. 'And make me happy or your brothers can see your
naked ass pictures when they finally get back to your
sorry ass village.'"
Judy stood silently listening to her story. Mary was now
weeping heavily and choking out her words. "I have
become his esclava - slave. He uses me however he wants.
The cameras in his office take videos. Each time is
worse than the last. So that he wouldn't show my village
the picture of me naked, I suckled his polla. So that he
wouldn't show the video of that, I allowed him to fuck
me. So that he wouldn't show the video of that to my
family, I let him fuck my anus. Now he does whatever he
wants. You cannot help your friend. She will soon be his
esclava sexual like I am. Mr. Swanson is el Diablo
Senor. He is much, much too powerful. You cannot help
her. She is lost... like I am."
"I have power, too," answered Judy. She keyed her radio
and spoke, "Composition is slightly light, but within
tolerances. I recommend cutting the line speed to one
half for the rest of the shift to prevent powdering."
"Acknowledged," came the reply. "Remember to make the
proper notations on the production schedules."
Judy smiled up at Mary. "Now you can keep up with your
production quota without a problem. Tomorrow, as soon as
Mr Swanson calls Sara to his office, I want you to page
me. Don'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."
-= CHAPTER THREE =-
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 camera
feeds from the supervisor's office in Sara's area.
When she explained to Jeff that she needed to see what
was going on in that office, he shrugged his shoulders
and replied, "I would love to help you, but I would need
a full access password to open the security video
channels, and they don't give those out to low-level
techs like me." He then type something into his keyboard
and moved aside slightly to show her a security sign-in
screen that said in bold letters, "Supervisor Level
Password Required."
"Let's try my password," answered Julie as she moved
Jeff over slightly so that she could enter 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 show it to anyone."
The screen flickered slightly and a menu appeared
listing all of the security cameras in the entire plant,
including the office and security 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
Area A," and an image appeared on the screen. It was Mr.
Swanson working at his desk. No one else was in the
office.
"That can't be right," 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 company and can't be tampered with.
See, there is even a little time stamp in the corner of
the image that the computer puts on the image 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 minutes and seconds. "Wait a
minute," Jeff suddenly said. "Something is hinky here."
"What do you mean?" asked Julie.
"See that machine in the background? The one just
outside the office window?"
Julie leaned in 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
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 machine is
running continuously. It should be stopping every 40
bags to allow a lift operator to change pallets."
He squinted carefully at the screen. "And the height of
the stack on the pallet isn't changing."
He studied the image on his monitor for several minutes.
"This is a looped image!" he suddenly shouted. See how
that bag suddenly disappears and reappears about every
four minutes?"
"Is there any way to see the real video?" asked Julie.
"I would need access to the raw video feed," answered
Jeff. "And that ain't gonna happen because the only way
I could do that is if I had the override code."
"What's an override code?"
"It's a sixteen digit number that is built into the base
operating system of the computer. If you have it, you
can override any and all passwords and special
restrictions from command prompt. But only the really
big bosses 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 first four digits of the code.
With a master password and the override key, the
computer generates the rest of the code using a
Fibonacci algorithm. But even with a master password,
without the override key Fibonacci start sequence there
is no way I could do anything. You don'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 word that was easy to remember. Try
3839."
Jeff typed several commands on his keyboard and then
muttered, "Oh my God. I'm in at base command level." He
typed several commands into his console and then turned
to Julie.
"The original video is going into several hidden
folders. There are a lot of videos stored there,
including the loop that is replacing the camera feed.
They have special passwords and look like they can be
accessed only from one internal and three external
links."
He clicked on one of the folders and then turned to
Julie with a shocked expression on his face. "I don'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 kind of very serious trouble."
Jeff moved away from the monitor so Julie could see the
image as the video played on the screen. Sara was naked
and lying across Mr. Swanson's desk as he thrust into
her upturned ass. "That's enough," said Julie. Can you
copy those files off onto something for me?"
"Normally I would say ' No, the system won't let me.'
But with your magic password I think anything is
possible. Hand me one of those small cases over there."
A few moments later, Julie placed the small transfer
drive in her purse. Before returning to her lab, she
used the phone on Jeff's desk to call her father. After
a few quiet words, she handed the phone to Jeff and
said, "He wants to talk to you. He said you would need
the master 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. Don't disappoint me.
He said he needs to share some other passwords and
addresses with you that no one else can ever know."
Jeff's eyes were very wide as Julie handed him the phone
and turned and left the office to return to her lab.
Later that evening, The Three J's called Sara into the
TV room. Joan's computer was set up to display on the
large screen. "There is something we have to show you,"
said Joan softly. She put her hand on Sara's shoulder
and guided her to one of the big, soft chairs that sat
in front of the TV and then sat on the arm alongside
her. Sara wept quietly as the video began with her
entering Mr. Swanson's office and removing her clothing.
She folded each piece carefully and laid it on the table
next to the door. She was not wearing any underwear, but
that was not unusual for her. What was unusual was that
her ass cheeks 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
pants, she freed his somewhat large prick, which was
totally limp and flaccid. She took it into her mouth 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 legs. There
was no sound, but her scream was obvious as he thrust
suddenly and deeply into her ass and immediately began
pumping. He didn't last long, but to Sara it must have
seemed like an eternity. Finally he finished and
withdrew his now limp prick from her ass. He reached
over to his desk and pressed a button on a small remote.
Suddenly there was sound in the video.
Mr. 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, don't you?"
"Yes, Mr. Swanson," answered Sara. "It means three with
your belt."
"Maybe you will eventually work your way up to a ten and
you will be able to go back to the floor without any
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 belt from his pants and doubled it
in his hands. "Count them!" he barked as he brought his
arm up above his head.
A tremendous "Crack!" echoed from the television
speakers, followed by Sara's choked and trembling voice,
"One."
Another "Crack!" was followed shortly by "Two."
"Crack!"
"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 table and
dressed herself. Then moving carefully as if in pain,
she left the office. The video ended shortly thereafter.
Joan cradled Sara in her arms as she sobbed and wept for
many minutes. When her crying began to subside, Joan
said softly, "Sara, we know that he used Maria's
brothers to threaten 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 access to our college records. He
has access to our credit reports. He even has access to
your parent's tax records. I don't care about me, but if
I don't do everything he asks, he will destroy The Three
J's , and your families."
Sara stood up and faced The Three J's . "He has very
powerful friends. He can change your school records. He
can change your parent's tax records. He can even erase
any record that you were ever born. I couldn't tell you.
He said that if I did, he would call his friends and it
would all be over. He also said that if anything
happened to him, his very powerful friends would
retaliate against you."
"The Three 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.
Don't take off your clothing, and don't say anything to
him unless you absolutely have to. Let The Three J's
handle this."
-= CHAPTER FOUR =-
The next day, shortly after lunch, Mr. Swanson walked
out onto the production floor and told Sara to come to
his office in fifteen minutes. He continued to watch her
through the office windows after he got back to his
office as she stacked some extra bags alongside the
machine so Maria could take over.
What he did not notice was Maria picking up the floor
phone. She pressed *19 for a plant-wide page and
throughout the entire facility, a squawky message came
over the speakers, "Reminder to Judy that a follow up
sample is needed on A-43."
As Sara entered Mr. Swanson's office, Julie, Judy and
Joan followed her in.
"What is this?" sputtered Mr. Swanson. I didn't call for
you three. Go back to your jobs. If Sara has said
anything to you, then you know that I have very powerful
friends and am not to be messed with."
"To use an expression 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 small notebook from her pocket. "Dr. Henry
Walcott, professor of Psychology... Dismissed for
abusing female students under the guise of research into
submissive behavior."
She closed the notebook. "You were very good at
detecting submissive personalities and exploiting them,
Dr. Walcott. The university wanted to keep everything
quiet, so you pled guilty and accepted mandatory
counseling and group therapy. But seven months after you
started therapy, suddenly all records of your crime...
and of your life disappeared... So did you. Two other
members of your therapy group disappeared at the same
time - two brothers who were expert hackers 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
friends know what is happening."
He punched several buttons on the phone. Nothing
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 submissive...
The Three J's and an S. She is our submissive! She
trusts us, and we protect her! And The Three J's are NOT
submissive!!!"
Henry stared at her with an expression that combined
anger and contempt. Julie took over and continued where
Judy had left off, "... And we have much more powerful
friends than you have."
As if to punctuate her remarks, the plant-wide paging
system boomed out. "This is Mrs. Harriet Walker, the
plant superintendent. All workers are to leave the plant
quickly and in good order. You have time to stop by the
changing rooms, but do not stop to shower. We have a
situation in the cooling system that could become
dangerous in a few hours and are evacuating the plant
before beginning repairs. All employees will be paid for
the entire shift."
Henry stared out the office windows as all machines came
to a halt and workers started filing to the exits. "That
was my aunt," explained Julie.
Henry attempted to say something, but his mouth merely
opened and closed like a fish flopping on the dock.
Julie smiled and continued, "My father is CEO of the
parent corporation that owns Perfect Pets."
"And my father is majority stock 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 little videos. Brian and Billy 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 government systems. It
seems that the FBI and Homeland Security have been
trying for months to figure 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 hidden IP addresses that Jeff
tracked down, it all fell into place. I think Billy and
Brian's new address will be an undisclosed secure prison
location with no windows and no computer access - except
what the Government might want them to have.'"
Judy reached over and turned Henry's chair so that he
was facing her. "That foreman at Plant Number 16 in
Guadalajara who was supplying information on the
Hispanics working here was arrested by Mexican
authorities this morning. He made the mistake of trying
to run. They don't take that very well down there. He
will probably live, but it will be a long time before he
ever sees the sun again."
Joan spun his 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 beltway
this morning and died in the resulting accident. That
wasn't really part of dad's plan, but you can never tell
how far politicians will go to avoid a really nasty
scandal."
Sara turned his chair back so that he was facing her.
"Strip!" she said.
When Mr. Swanson / Walcott didn't move, she walked over
to the door and opened it. Maria and two other women
walked in. They were followed by eight large, angry-
looking Mexican men.
Sara spoke again, "You know Maria and Sofie and Carmen.
I don't think you have met their brothers. I said,
'Strip!'"
Henry stood and fumbled with his clothing with shaking
hands.
Sara walked over to Henry's desk, removed her slacks 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.
Henry looked around the room and started to step 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 moments, she began to moan
softly and grabbed his head to force him tighter into
her crotch. Soon she was using his hair to pull his face
across her clit. Finally, she squeezed tightly with her
thighs and held his head tightly between her legs with
her hands. After a few moments, he began to struggle for
air. A few minutes later, he began to go limp. Sara
released him and he dropped to the 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 position," she said in her heavily accented
English.
Again Henry looked for possible escape, but again, he
recognized the hopelessness of his situation. He leaned
over the edge of his own desk as Maria stepped between
his legs and thrust forward with the hard, plastic peg.
Had there been anyone left in the plant to hear him,
everyone would have heard his scream. As it was, the
security guards at the gates vaguely heard something,
but they had been instructed to ignore anything and
everything unless they were called into the plant by
someone with the right pass phrase.
Eventually, Henry's screams and cries subsided and Maria
stopped her onslaught 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, don't
you, Mr. Whatever-your-name-is?"
Henry remained silent.
"I said, 'You know what that means, don'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 don't think I could swing hard enough and
neither could Maria, we are going to let the brothers
handle this. By the way, special exemption paperwork was
filed overnight. They are all now legal with valid green
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 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 scream from Henry.
Nine more cracks echoed through the room, each was
followed by a long scream from the former floor
supervisor. When the first brother 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 turn with the belt.
After the fourth brother, there were no more screams,
just small whimpers. After the last brother was
finished, the three Mexican women and their brothers
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 police under your own, true name. If you do
not, we will find 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
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 bank accounts are empty. Your car is officially
listed as stolen. Your house has been foreclosed and
cleaned out. There is no place you can run that we
cannot find you."
Henry rolled off the desk and lay face up on the office
floor. Looking down at him, Sara suddenly had a very odd
smile on her face. She stood up and walked over to where
Henry lay. Standing over him with one foot on either
side of his face, she let loose 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 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 guards will take you down as an armed and
dangerous intruder. I think you know what company policy
is in that circumstance."
Julie and Judy then said together, "Leave! Now! While
you still can!"
Grabbing his clothing from the floor around him, he
staggered slowly out of the office.
-= EPILOGUE =-
The rest of the summer was relatively uneventful. After
a lot of conversation, a lot of tender loving care and
even some not-so-tender but still loving interaction
with Joan, Sara was soon back to being her normal
bubbly, naked self. A week after Mr Swanson / Dr Walcott
turned himself into the police, there was a "family
meeting" with The Three J's and their parents along with
Sara and her mother.
"We weren't sure what was going on in the plant," began
Julie's dad. "But we knew that something was terribly
wrong. We arranged for Julie to have a master password
in hopes that you might stumble across something and let
us know. We really didn't expect you to handle it so
well more or less on your own."
"It wasn't exactly on our own," answered Joan. "After we
contacted you, you pulled a lot of strings behind the
scenes to make things happen. We just dealt with Mr.
Whatever-his-name- really-was."
"Someday, you will have the strings tied to you," said
her father. "And Sara, you now know that you have to
trust Joan and the other Js. They will help you
regardless of what anyone else says or threatens. With
our backing, they have the power to act... and they know
how to use that power."
He set his hand on Sara's shoulder and looked directly
into her eyes as he added, "Someday people will speak in
awe of The Three J's and their loyal S. Just don't let
it go to your head 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 heavy years yet to go before you get your
doctorates. I am sure you have many adventures yet to
come."
END OF STORY
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The
author does not condone the described behavior in
real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted
to act out any of the scenarios in this story should
seriously consider seeking professional help.
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