Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: redragon@interserv.com Subject: Brenda's Story (FM, bdsm) Date: 5 Oct 1995 22:28:37 GMT Brenda's Story 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 delightfully 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 chauffeur 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 chauffeur to stop and inspect the damage. On emerging from his car, the chauffeur 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 chauffeur 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 alligator 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 bigcompany 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."