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Brenda at Big Company Dot Com (Mdom-F, bd)
by Anonymous Author (c) 1997

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Brenda was in her mid-twenties. Her best features were her huge 
hazel eyes. Together with dark, silky hair, full lips, high 
cheekbones, and a delight-fully round, firm chin, she looked like 
a slightly softer version of Sela Ward. Her body was softly 
rounded in all the best places.

One day as Brenda was on her way to work, she noticed a grey 
Mercedes driven by a chauffer tailgating her. Wanting to avoid a 
possible accident, she sped up, but the Mercedes remained a few 
feet behind her. She moved into the right lane to let it pass, but 
it followed her over, and actually creased her rear bumper as she 
slowed down. At this point Brenda pulled over to the shoulder and 
motioned to the chauffer to stop and inspect the damage. 

On emerging from his car, the chauffer proved to be much bigger 
than Brenda has realized: at least 6 feet 6 inches tall, and 
powerfully muscled. He sounded like Arnold Schwarzenegger without 
the accent as he said "How clumsy of me, miss. My master would 
like to apologize." He motioned toward the passenger door.

Brenda still hadn't entirely recovered from the shock of having 
her car hit. She swallowed once, and then, taking care not to 
speak in a shaky voice, said "You agree than, that this was your 
fault?"

"Indeed, Miss."

"Do you have insurance?"

"My master can answer that, Miss." Again, he gestured toward the 
door.

The passenger compartment was enclosed in smoked glass, so Brenda 
couldn't see its occupant. She went to her car to get her purse, 
and then walked to the rear door of the Mercedes. The chauffer 
opened the door for her.

Inside was an ordinary-looking middle-aged businessman. He smiled 
sheepishly at Brenda as he motioned for her to sit down. "I'm 
sorry, Miss. I was in a hurry to get to a meeting, so I told Otto 
to step on it. Are you all right?"

"I seem to be OK, but my car isn't."

He smiled. "Well, the car can be fixed like new. I'd never forgive 
myself if my impatience hurt a pretty young girl like you, 
Miss...?"

"Brenda. Brenda Simms."

"Miss Simms. I am fully insured, so you have nothing to worry 
about.

Let's see, where did I put my insurance card. Otto?"

"Yes, master?"

"Now!"

With that, Otto slammed the passenger door shut. Before Brenda 
could recover from the shock, Otto had jumped into the driver's 
seat, and the Mercedes sped off. Brenda tried to open her door, 
but it wouldn't budge, nor would the window roll down. The 
automatic seatbelts had been modified to be more complete 
passenger restraints than Mercedes-Benz had intended, and Brenda 
was soon unable to move her arms or legs.

'So, Brenda, we meet at last!" The passenger smiled widely, as he 
began to unbutton Brenda's blouse. "You have no idea how I've 
looked forward to this. When I first began to plan what will 
happen today, I had no idea how lovely you were. This will be 
truly glorious."

"Who are you? What do you want with me? Please, if you let me go 
now I won't tell anyone about this!"

"You are brenda@bigcompany.com, aren't you?"

"What?"

"Your internet address. Is it brenda@bigcompany.com?" By now, he 
had removed Brenda's blouse and bra. As he spoke, he opened a 
small porthole leading to the driver's compartment, and pushed an 
electric cord with a round connecter through it. Otto plugged the 
wire into the cigarette lighter. The passenger attached alliagator 
clips to the wires on his ends of the cord. Experimentally, he 
brought the clips near each other, and a large spark crackled 
across the gap.

"Y-yes, it is."

"You have posted four articles about NAMBLA and six about date 
rape to alt.sex.stories in the the past week, haven't you?"

"N-no! It wasn't me! I went on vacation and left my terminal 
logged on! Honestly, I ..."

"Don't lie to me. Don't tell me that big company doesn't receive 
alt.sex.stories.d, either. I've heard all of the lies." He began 
to attach the clips to Brenda's nipples. "Now you will suffer as 
you have made others suffer."