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                           Raping Brenda-Part Four
   
   
        Over  the  next several days I fed Brenda a steady and unrelenting 
   diet  of  sexual  stimulation  and  fulfilment.  It pleased me that not 
   once  during  that  time  did she tire of it or complain in any way.  I 
   had  brought  a  good  supply  of  written  material,  primarily sexual 
   fantasies,  which  I required her to read while I manipulated her body.  
   I  learned  alot  about her in the process and was increasingly able to 
   know just what would push her over the edge submissively.
        As  I  had  anticipated,  Brenda  became  more and more excited by 
   humiliation  and  exposure  and  grew more and more tolerant of some of 
   the  milder forms of pain.  She became extremely sensitive with respect 
   to  nipple  and cunt lip manipulation and began coming just from having 
   clips  and clamps attached to those places.  The feel of leather straps 
   flicking  across  her  ass, thighs, tits and even her cunt began making 
   her extremely hot as well.
        By  the  end  of  the  week  Brenda had made an excellent start at 
   becoming  the  kind  of  slut I always knew she could be.  Her  orgasms 
   grew  in  intensity  and  regularity,  yet  they  seemed to become less 
   important   to   her  than  simply  being  used  and  being  given  the 
   opportunity  to  submit  herself  fully to her Master.  From having the 
   opportunity  to  use  her  over  and  over again I began to develop the 
   necessary  feel  for  "who"  she  was and was able to "play" her like a 
   musical  instrument,  helping  her  reach  higher  and higher levels of 
   sexual passion as the days passed.
        On  Friday,  although  her  training  was  certainly  not  totally 
   complete,  I  determined  that  she  was sufficiently acclimated to the 
   role  of  my  slave  that  we  could  resume  a more normal life-style.  
   Sitting  her  down  beside  me  on  the  bed,  I spoke to her about the 
   changes that had taken place during our time together.
        "Brenda,  prior to our coming to this room together you lived life 
   much  differently  than  you will from this point on.  In some ways you 
   were  a  slut  without a Master...fucking and teasing at random with no 
   real  purpose  or  goal.   There  were things that deep down inside you 
   wanted  very  much  to do and to be able to do, but you were unaware of 
   how  to  go  about  doing those things, and I think, were frightened of 
   actually  doing some of them.   Now you have learned that by having the 
   goal  of  obeying your Master and dedicating yourself to that goal that 
   you  have been freed to have all your needs met without the aimlessness 
   and  lack of direction you have experienced in the past.  Now, when you 
   lay  on  your  back  and take dick after dick into your holes you don't 
   have  to  feel selfish, because you know that you will be pleasing your 
   Master,  not  simply  just  fulfilling your own desires.  Now, when you 
   fantasize  about  taking  thick  man  meat  up  your  ass  it  will  be 
   accompanied  by  the  knowledge  that  your asshole has been trained to 
   accept  them  and the realization that you not only are physically able 
   to do it, but that you both mentally and physically enjoy it."
        "I   know   that  this  week  has  been  physically  and  mentally 
   exhausting  for you, and that you have been super-stimulated constantly 
   for  so long that you are weak-kneed and in need of sleep and rest, but 
   I  hope  that as I allow you to re-enter the "real" world that you will 
   remember  this  time  as  one of great growth for you.  If you re-enter 
   society  successfully  you  will  find  that  this  feeling  of  super-
   stimulation  and  constant  arousal  will  continue  to  accompany  you 
   wherever  you go and whatever you do, but that you will have an element 
   of  control  now  which  will  make it comfortable for you to feel that 
   way.   You  need  not fear the feelings that you will have...the thirst 
   for  cum  and  cunt  juice  that  you  will feel when you look at other 
   people,  the hunger to let large groups of men use you that you will be 
   so  aware  of  when  you  are around large groups of the other sex, the 
   great  emptiness  that  you will experience at times because your holes 
   are  not  being  filled  and fucked...all these feelings will be strong 
   yet  will be acceptable to you because you know you can trust me to not 
   let   them  become  unbearable.   Never  worry  that  you  will  hunger 
   excessively  without  being  fed,  for  nothing will please your Master 
   more  than seing that your needs are met sufficiently.  When you have a 
   need  you  must  vocalize  that  need to me, without fear of reprimand.  
   When  there  is a man you wish to fuck or suck, you must simply tell me 
   so.   When  there  is a woman whose juice you need to taste or whom you 
   would  like  to kiss deeply on the mouth, or whom you would like to see 
   your  Master  fuck, you must simply tell me your wishes.  When you need 
   to  be  spanked, tell me.  When you need to be exposed to other people, 
   tell me.  When you need to be tied, gagged, gang-banged, tell me."
        "As  our  training  continues  you  will learn many of the signals 
   that  will enable you to communicate your needs and desires to me under 
   any  and  all circumstances, and you will learn the signals that I will 
   use  to direct your actions in acceptable ways.  Learn them well and be 
   alert  constantly  for  them and you will seldom find yourself with the 
   problem of having a dry cunt."
        After  our  talk I watched Brenda pack up the things I had used on 
   her  during  the  week.   It pleased me to see her obvious fondness for 
   the  dildo's,  vibrators,  whips and clamps as she packed them tenderly 
   away.   Just  handling  them  was  exciting  her,  and  I could sense a 
   reluctance for her motel-training to end.
        For  her "going-away" attire I had chosen a simple red dress and a 
   matching  pair  of  high  heels, with no underclothes of any kind under 
   it.   It was the first time she had ever gone out in public without any 
   underclothes  under  her  clothing,  but  it would certainly not be the 
   last time.
        When  she  had  completed  packing  and  dressing  I had her stand 
   before  me  with  her feet apart and pull the dress up in front of her, 
   exposing  her  body  to me.  As I had expected, her lips were moist and 
   she  jumped slightly as I touched her clit with my finger.  I rubbed it 
   lightly  with just the tip of my finger as she stood there, rubbing her 
   until  the  goose-bumps covered the insides of her thighs and until her 
   knees  began  bending  slightly  and  her  hips  began  moving in small 
   circles.   When  I removed my finger from her now hard clit she lowered 
   the dress.
        "No,  pull  it  back  up, Brenda.  Put it down when I tell you to, 
   not  before."   I  sat  motionless  as she pulled the dress back up and 
   just  looked  at her legs and shaved cunt.  I knew she was expecting me 
   to  touch her again and I waited, letting her anticipate the resumption 
   of  my  manipulation of her pussy.  It was an awkward time, accompanied 
   by  that  feeling  that  something  which  was supposed to be happening 
   wasn't  happening,  but  the  awkwardness  of  it added to the moisture 
   between the little slut's legs.
        I  reached  out and touched her clit once more, sensing the relief 
   that  Brenda  felt  as  I did so.  I touched it for perhaps ten seconds 
   and then stopped again.  She began to lower the dress once more.
        "No,  Brenda.   I'll  tell  you  when I don't want you to show off 
   your   little  whore  cunt  to  me.   Keep  the  dress  up!",  I  said, 
   forcefully.  She pulled the dress back up once more, sighing deeply.
        "Stand  there  just  as  you are and don't move a muscle", I said, 
   getting  up from the chair.  I loaded the suitcase full of clothing and 
   sex  toys  into the car, leaving Brenda standing there with her back to 
   the  open  door of the room holding her dress up in front of her.  When 
   I  came  back  into the room I left the door open and instructed her to 
   turn around to face me and the door.
        She  did  as  she was told, red-faced by the knowledge that anyone 
   who  walked  by  the  room and perhaps even some of the cars passing on 
   the  highway could see her standing there in her red dress exposing her 
   naked bottom.
        "Now  move  your  hips, Brenda.  Move them in a fucking motion for 
   me.  Move them as you would if you had a huge dick inside your cunt."
        Brenda  began  breathing  hard  now,  but did as I requested.  Her 
   dress  hid  her  face from the outside world...all that was visible was 
   the  upraised  red  dress  and  her  totally  naked body from the waist 
   down.   She moved her hips back and forth and in small circles, fucking 
   on  the imaginary cock inside her.  A car drove through the parking lot 
   of  the  motel  and the drive honked it's horn when he passed the room.  
   Brenda gasped and began lowering the dress.
        "No,  little  slut!!   Keep  fucking  for me!  Let them see what a 
   slut you are, how hot you are, how wet your little fuck hole is!!"
        Brenda  pulled  the  dress  back  up  in  front of her face, still 
   hunching,  still exposing her legs and wet cunt lips.  I knelt in front 
   of  her  and  let just the tip of my tongue flick against her throbbing 
   clit.   I  teased it, pulling away from time to time, waiting, and then 
   pushing  it back against her once more.  She began to moan audibly, too 
   hot  now  to  care  whether  people  outside the open door heard her or 
   not.   When  the  movement  of her hips indicated to me that she was in 
   great  need  of  a  climax  I stopped licking her pussy and told her to 
   lower the dress.
        "But  Master!  I need to come so bad!! Fuck me...please fuck me!", 
   she said, hotly.
        "No,  Brenda,  we're  ready  to  go now.  Come along."  I took her 
   hand  and led the reluctant little slut out to the car, holding her car 
   door open for her.
        I  noticed  as  I  walked  back  around to my side of the car that 
   Brenda  had  pulled her dress back up to her waist and was now plunging 
   two fingers deeply into her sopping wet cunt.
        Getting  in  and  shutting the door I let her finger herself for a 
   moment  and  then  said,  "No, Brenda, don't finger-fuck your slut cunt 
   now.   Keep  the  dress  up  and your pussy exposed, and keep your legs 
   opened  wide,  but  don't  touch  it.   If you just have to touch a sex 
   organ  you   can  rub  my  dick  through my pants, but don't touch your 
   cunt."
        Totally  frustrated  and  in  great  need  of something inside her 
   pussy,  Brenda complied with my demands and took her fingers out of her 
   cunt,  licking them off as she reached over to my crotch with her other 
   hand.   She  stroked my cock with the touch of a woman in heat, wanting 
   to  make  me  so  hard  and hot that I would stop the car alongside the 
   road and fuck her there in the car.
        Driving  along  the highway I spotted a large truck ahead and sped 
   up  until  we  were  alongside it, giving the driver the chance to look 
   inside  at  the  pretty  little brunette's naked legs and cunt.  Brenda 
   looked  over  at me when she realized I was purposely staying alongside 
   the truck.
        "He can see, you know.  He can see my pussy."
        "Yes, Brenda, I know.  I want him to see."
        "But  Master!  I'm already soooo hot...and it makes me even hotter 
   to  know  he  is  looking  at  me!   What  if he masturbates while he's 
   driving along?"
        "Oh,  I  expect he will do just that, Brenda.  He'll probably take 
   his  hard  cock  out of his pants and stroke it and think about what it 
   would  be  like to have it deep inside the juicy little slut he can see 
   exposing herself to him."
        Brenda's  hand  flew  back  to  her pussy and she began rubbing it 
   hotly once more.
        "Oh,  you  want  the  man  to  see  you finger-fucking yourself do 
   you?", I asked teasingly.  "That will make him come for sure, I bet!"
        No!...I  mean,  yes...I  mean...I  don't  know,  Master,  I'm just 
   sooooo  hot!  Is it okay?  Should I stop?  I just need something inside 
   soooo bad!!"
        "Its  okay  my  little  slut.  Just lay your head back and finger-
   fuck  yourself  while  the truck driver jerks off watching you.  I know 
   you  want to, so go ahead.  Only take my cock out and jerk me off while 
   you do it."
        Brenda  took her fingers out of her cunt only long enough to unzip 
   my  pants  and  take  my  cock out so that she could wrap her left hand 
   around  it.   Then  she  quickly  plunged  them back into her trembling 
   cunt.   She slid down slightly in the seat, laying her head back on the 
   back  of  the  seat and looked up at the driver of the truck as she ran 
   her  fingers  in  and  out  of her cunt and pumped on my rock hard dick 
   with her other hand.  I continued talking to her as she fucked.
        "Wet  pussied  slut.   Dirty  little  tramp tease.  Fingering your 
   little  fuck  hole  in front of the truck driver.  Jerking me off while 
   you  show your hole to some strange man.  Sitting there with your dress 
   pulled  up and your fingers flying in and out of your hole.  Watch him, 
   Brenda.   Watch  him stroking his huge tool while he looks down at you.  
   He  knows  what  a  slut you are.  He knows how hot you are and how bad 
   you  need  something  inside your little cunt.  Maybe I should stop the 
   car  and  both  the  driver  and I should fuck you.  He could fuck your 
   cunt  while  I  fuck  your  mouth.  Or maybe he'd rather have your tiny 
   little  asshole.   Put  another  finger  in.  Show the truck driver how 
   many  fingers  your  little  cunt  can  hold.   Fuck  yourself for him, 
   Brenda. Do it!!"
        Brenda's  hips  lifted  up  off  the car seat as she ran the third 
   finger  inside  her  trembling  cunt  and  as  her orgasm began rushing 
   through her body.
        "Yesssss!   Ohhh,  Gawwwwwwwd!!!  I'm  comm---mmmmmiiinnnnggg!!!", 
   she  cried,  her  hips  pumping up and down wildly, forcing her cunt up 
   against her hand and the intruding fingers.
        I  felt cum begin squirting out of my cock and saw huge gobs of it 
   landing  on  the  steering wheel and even the dashboard in front of me.  
   I  looked down as she continued to milk it and watched the creamy white 
   sperm  run  down  over her fingers and begin soaking into the fabric of 
   my pants.
        The  truck  driver  blew  his  horn in appreciation as I sped away 
   from  him  and as Brenda lowered her head to my lap to clean up the cum 
   she  had  coaxed  from my hard dick.  When she had licked it all up she 
   lay  quietly  with  her  head in my lap.  I pulled her dress back up to 
   her  waist  and played with her thighs and the cheeks of her ass as she 
   lay  on her side there in the car beside me.  She squeezed my thigh and 
   pressed  her  head hard against my waist in a hug.  Brenda was going to 
   work out fine.  Better than fine.
