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Archive-name: Violent/brendsty.txt
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Archive-title: Brenda's Story - part 1
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Brenda was in her mid-twenties. Her best features were her huge hazel eyes.
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Together with dark, silky hair, full lips, high cheekbones, and a delightfully
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round, firm chin, she looked like a slightly softer version of Sela Ward.
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Her body was softly rounded in all the best places.
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One day as Brenda was on her way to work, she noticed a grey Mercedes
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driven by a chauffer tailgating her. Wanting to avoid a possible accident,
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she sped up, but the Mercedes remained a few feet behind her. She moved
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into the right lane to let it pass, but it followed her over, and
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actually creased her rear bumper as she slowed down. At this point
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Brenda pulled over to the shoulder and motioned to the chauffer to
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stop and inspect the damage.
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On emerging from his car, the chauffer proved to be much bigger than
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Brenda has realized: at least 6 feet 6 inches tall, and powerfully
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muscled. He sounded like Arnold Schwarzenegger without the accent as he
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said "How clumsy of me, miss. My master would like to apologize." He
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motioned toward the passenger door.
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Brenda still hadn't entirely recovered from the shock of having her car hit.
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She swallowed once, and then, taking care not to speak in a shaky voice,
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said "You agree than, that this was your fault?"
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"Indeed, Miss."
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"Do you have insurance?"
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"My master can answer that, Miss." Again, he gestured toward the door.
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The passenger compartment was enclosed in smoked glass, so Brenda couldn't
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see its occupant. She went to her car to get her purse, and then walked
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to the rear door of the Mercedes. The chauffer opened the door for her.
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Inside was an ordinary-looking middle-aged businessman. He smiled sheepishly
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at Brenda as he motioned for her to sit down. "I'm sorry, Miss. I was in a
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hurry to get to a meeting, so I told Otto to step on it. Are you all right?"
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"I seem to be OK, but my car isn't."
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He smiled. "Well, the car can be fixed like new. I'd never forgive myself
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if my impatience hurt a pretty young girl like you, Miss ...?"
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"Brenda. Brenda Simms."
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"Miss Simms. I am fully insured, so you have nothing to worry about.
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Let's see, where did I put my insurance card. Otto?"
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"Yes, master?"
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"Now!"
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With that, Otto slammed the passenger door shut. Before Brenda could
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recover from the shock, Otto had jumped into the driver's seat, and
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the Mercedes sped off. Brenda tried to open her door, but it wouldn't budge,
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nor would the window roll down. The automatic seatbelts had been modified
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to be more complete passenger restraints than Mercedes-Benz had intended, and
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Brenda was soon unable to move her arms or legs.
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'So, Brenda, we meet at last!" The passenger smiled widely, as
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he began to unbutton Brenda's blouse. "You have no idea how I've looked
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forward to this. When I first began to plan what will happen today, I had no
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idea how lovely you were. This will be truly glorious."
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"Who are you? What do you want with me? Please, if you let me go now I won't
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tell anyone about this!"
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"You are brenda@bigcompany.com, aren't you?"
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"What?"
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"Your internet address. Is it brenda@bigcompany.com?" By now, he had
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removed Brenda's blouse and bra. As he spoke, he opened
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a small porthole leading to the driver's compartment, and pushed an electric
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cord with a round connecter through it. Otto plugged the wire into the
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cigarette lighter. The passenger attached alliagator clips to the wires on
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his ends of the cord. Experimentally, he brought the clips near each other,
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and a large spark crackled across the gap.
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"Y-yes, it is."
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"You have posted four articles about NAMBLA and six about date rape
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to alt.sex.stories in the the past week, haven't you?"
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"N-no! It wasn't me! I went on vacation and left my terminal logged
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on! Honestly, I ..."
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"Don't lie to me. Don't tell me that bigcompany doesn't receive
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alt.sex.stories.d, either. I've heard all of the lies."
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He began to attach the clips to Brenda's nipples. "Now you
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will suffer as you have made others suffer."
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