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Subject: {ASSM} To Catch Rhianna   Part 4  (BDSM)
Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2000 16:10:11 -0400
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To Catch Rhianna   Part 4


Rhianna woke up and stretched, a warm feeling flowing through her body.  She
turned slightly to her left, feeling the soft silk sheets caress her naked
skin, and opened her eyes.

The light was soft, coming into the room from a low angle through the
curtained window.  But it was enough to see the man sleeping silently next
to her, his back toward her and his hair a tousled mess.

Rhianna sighed and thought about their lovemaking; how she could say without
a doubt that Nigel had the most talented tongue she had ever come across.
His technique in bed was typical of his youth, full of energy and speed, but
someone had taught this young man patience and it had turned him into a very
satisfying lover.

Rhianna was certainly satisfied.

She stretched again and pulled against the silk belt of her robe, which had
at some point during the night been tied about her wrists, fastening them to
the headboard of the bed.

At the time, she hadn't objected; in fact, once she had established that
Nigel was quite capable and knew where all her parts were, she found herself
happy enough to let him do the driving.  Indeed, she wondered if she would
have let him do some of the things he had done to her, if she hadn't been
tied down first.  She certainly wouldn't have discovered the secret of the
four pressure points.

Rhianna squirmed some more, her bound feet pulling against the ropes that
held them apart.  She needed to use the bathroom, but hesitated to wake
Nigel.  He looked so peaceful lying there.  Yet, the feeling in her bladder
began to make itself painfully annoying, so she whined through the cloth gag
he had put on her at the end, when her cries of passion began to deafen him.

After several minutes of wriggling and growling, Rhianna finally succeeded
in waking her bed companion.  He stirred slowly, and rolled over to look at
her.

Rhianna was indeed a beautiful sight that morning, her arms stretched above
her head, her body outlined by the silk sheet that covered it, one breast
partially uncovered.  Nigel chuckled and reached for her body, his hand
resting on her warm, flat stomach.

Rhianna whined again, and Nigel suspected that she wanted out, but he didn't
see any harm in playing with her a little longer.

"Good morning, Mistress.  Did you sleep well?  I slept very well myself.
Thank you for allowing me to sleep in your bed with you," he said with a
smile.

Rhianna growled, as if in her present state she could have said he couldn't
sleep with her.

Nigel let his hands drift, passing through her curls to that moist spot
where passion lay.

Rhianna shuddered at his touch, the feelings in her bladder fighting the
sudden stirring of something more pleasant.  She whined again.

"It's early yet, Mistress.  We can continue our game if you wish."  Nigel
began caressing her slit, his thumb flicking and compressing Rhianna's
suddenly hard clitoris.

Rhianna shook her head slowly.

"What's that, Mistress, you do not want to play?"

Rhianna groaned, lifting her hips in an effort to get those sliding fingers
to slide inside her.

"I think you do want to play, Mistress.  But this slave is yours to command,
what will it be?" continued Nigel.

Again, Rhianna groaned, her eyes closed.  With great effort and a lot of
reluctance, she stilled her passion and shook her head.

"I see, Mistress.  You do not wish to play.  In that case, this slave will
return to his corner."  Almost laughing, Nigel slipped out of bed and padded
to where Rhianna had discovered him many hours before.  Behind him, he could
hear Rhianna bucking on the bed in a mad attempt to get his attention.  Her
gyrations had caused her cover to slip, and he had a good view of both her
breasts shimmying as she moved about and whined.

He was just about to give in and let her go when there was a knock at the
door.  The door opened to reveal a female submissive dressed as a maid.

Obeying his training, Nigel sank to his knees.  The house slaves outranked
him.

The maid took in Rhianna's bound state and winked at Nigel.

"Mistress, breakfast is being served on the west patio.  Would you like me
to release you so you may bathe?" the maid asked.

Rhianna, shocked at being discovered, nodded furiously, and blushed as the
rest of the sheet that covered her slid away to reveal her entire body.

The maid said nothing, but Rhianna saw her take a good but subtle look at
her before moving forward to untie her.

Once the gag was out, Rhianna yelled at Nigel.  "You could have untied me
sooner.  I need to use the bathroom!"

"Sorry, Mistress," Nigel replied, wishing he had just a few more minutes
alone with her.

"And cut that Mistress crap!"  Rhianna said.

The maid untied Rhianna's legs first, then her hands, and the naked Agent
made a beeline for the bathroom.  While she was inside, the maid unlocked
the chain that had trapped Nigel in the room all night and led him out into
the hall, where she short chained him to a ring in the floor.  Another sub
would come by later to collect him.  The maid went back in.

"Does Mistress require any assistance while she bathes?"

"No thanks, just tell me where I need to go, and I'll get there myself!"

The maid gave Rhianna directions to the breakfast patio and then left the
room.


---***---


Thirty minutes later, a well-scrubbed Rhianna Summer appeared for breakfast
in khaki shorts and a cotton blouse.  This time she dressed for the climate.

Already eating were the Townsends and Joseph Booth.  Of Stacy, there was no
sign.

"Welcome, Agent Summer," Philip Townsend called out, "did you have a good
night?"

Rhianna blushed and said her night was just fine.

Townsend's expression was one of polite concern, while his wife had a small
smile on her face.  Rhianna avoided her eyes as she filled a plate from the
buffet.

"When can we talk?" Rhianna asked them.

"How about right now?" Townsend answered.

"That would be fine, but I'll need my briefcase."

Townsend signaled to a maid who moved quickly to his side, and he instructed
her to fetch Rhianna's briefcase.  Rhianna had time to get started on her
meal before it came back.  She also was able to wish a smiling Joe Booth a
good morning and inquire as to where Stacy was.

"Stacy's spending the morning with the staff," she was told.

"How many do you have?" Rhianna asked the Townsends.

"Six men, twelve women, at the moment," replied her host.

Her briefcase arrived, and she dug through it to find her notebook.

She then began to slowly take Philip Townsend through the events that led up
to Amy Nelson's kidnapping.  He confessed no personal knowledge of the
kidnapping itself, but was able to help Rhianna as far as the story of Kiri
was concerned.

"But I never saw her either!" he said.

He told her about how he had met Ben Lane and the Piper's at the party of
Desmond Kopachi, and how afterward he had received a call from Ben telling
him of the discovery of the girl called Kiri, who had stowed away on Ben's
boat.

Townsend passed on the story Ben had told him about the girl saying she had
been sold by her parents when she was four, and brought up to be a sex
slave, along with many, many other women.

Then he told her how they had arranged for a place to meet, so that Ben
could transfer the girl to him, and how when he got there, he discovered Ben
Lane and Don Piper marooned together on the island rendezvous, their boat
and their women stolen.

Finally, he detailed the means by which they had found the missing boat, and
discovered aboard the missing women, all except Kiri, of course.

"So you never actually saw her, never spoke to her?" Rhianna asked him.

"No, never!" said Townsend.

Rhianna paused, looking at her notebook.  There were many questions to be
answered.

"Why did Ben Lane want to turn this girl over to you?  Why didn't he take
her to the police?"

Townsend shifted in his seat and looked at Joseph.  It was Joseph who
answered.

"At the time of his discovery, Agent Summer, Mr. Lane had just made the
acquaintance of myself and a number of other individuals who are
all...members of the same club.  The nature of this club may have influenced
Mr. Lane's decision."

"And what nature is that?" Rhianna asked him, wanting to pin him down.

"I'm sure you already know, Agent Summer.  You've seen a portion of our
group work together once already and if it weren't for the involvement of
this group, you wouldn't be here.  But then, I told you all this in New
York!"  Joseph looked at her calmly, while Townsend acted a little agitated.
Alicia Townsend, in contrast, kept up her soft smile and watched the action
as if none of it concerned her.

"So why did Lane want to turn Kiri over to you?"

"Perhaps you should ask him that," Townsend said.

"I'd like to," Rhianna answered, "But I'm asking you."

"I think perhaps, with our contacts and experience, that we would be in a
better position to help this girl than the regular authorities," mused
Joseph.

Rhianna had to admit that it was possible.

"So you arranged a time and place to meet.  Why the delay?  The appointment
was two days later, wasn't it?"

Townsend spoke up.  "I had guests aboard my yacht I was committed to
delivering to Nassau.  I needed two days sailing time.  Besides, there was
no hurry; no one knew where she was."

"But someone did know where she was.  Her captors made it to the rendezvous
before you.  Who knew where that was going to be?"

Townsend again stirred uncomfortably in his chair.  He was unnerved by
Rhianna's attitude.  He had been told that she was a trained policewoman.
Trained, that is, in the art of not making waves among his people, and more
importantly, trained to act as a proper submissive should in front of a
Master.  But right now, she was acting like any other investigator he had
ever met, inquisitive and accusational.

He began to worry about what else they had neglected to tell him about her.

"I told the Captain of my yacht, of course.  In fact, I consulted with him
as to where a good place to meet might be.  Whom else he told, I cannot
say!"

Rhianna consulted her notes again, thoughts she had had ever since getting
the case she had jotted down so she wouldn't forget.

For the next hour, she covered different subjects, jumping from one to the
other and back again with almost a random pattern.  She asked more about the
plans that were made and also about the different ways the 'Kajira' had been
attacked.  Why would the same group use such different tactics to do the
same job?

She also asked about Desmond Kopachi, the host of the party, and his
contacts.  And the last major subject was whether or not he had heard of
this group of people who were training women to be sex slaves.

Townsend told her all he knew about Kopachi, and strenuously denied any
knowledge of the slavers.

Rhianna wasn't sure if she believed him.

These slavers would need a client base if they were to be profitable, and a
rich pervert like Townsend would be an ideal candidate.

Even though he and his wife were new to the area, they should have heard
something.

But in the end, Rhianna's interview with them gave her lots of background
but no real leads.  She had to hope she would have better luck with the
Pipers and Ben Lane.  She asked when she could be flown back to Nassau.

"Not until this afternoon, I'm afraid.  But do enjoy our island while you
wait," Townsend said, with some relief that the interview was over.

Alicia stood up.  "Yes, Dear.  ALL our facilities are at your disposal.
Just ask anyone for ANYTHING!"

Rhianna didn't look at her, understanding what she meant very well.  "Thank
you, but I may just spend some time on one of your beaches."

"What ever turns you on, Dear," replied Alicia Townsend with a sly smile.

The group broke up, and Rhianna gathered her things.  There were aspects of
the case that disturbed her, but nothing she was willing to pin down at this
time.  She had a feeling that the group that attacked the 'Kajira' the first
time was not the same group that attacked the second time, but had no proof.
Besides, she had yet to hear from the principal witnesses, and she knew
better than to draw conclusions this early in an investigation.

As she changed into a bathing suit in her room, Rhianna found herself
actually happy about this case in a perverse way.  As strange as the
circumstances were, she was doing real police work, not just helpless
heroine stuff.

Maybe her boss was right in sending her down here, she thought, what other
investigator would have the access she did?

Rhianna added a beach wrap and a large floppy hat to her ensemble, and with
a beach towel and a bottle of sun lotion in her hands, she headed out to
find some privacy.

She had walked a fair way around the island before she found a quiet spot,
well away from the house and its inhabitants.

The sand was silky smooth and already warm under the morning sun.

Rhianna laid out her towel and sat down, opening her bottle of sun lotion
and lathering on a good layer.

She lay face down on the towel in her modest one piece, and attempted to
empty her mind for a while.

Despite Joseph's reassurances, and the passionate night she had with Nigel,
Rhianna was still a little apprehensive about being on this island again.

She began to wonder where Hiro Atamo was right now.  She knew he had yet to
be apprehended by any police department in any country.  Friends would have
called to tell her that good news.  That he was still loose after all this
time did not sit well with her.  It made her nervous.

It also made her think of her partner, Cory Lincoln.  Ex-partner, that is.
Rhianna didn't even know if he was still alive, although she doubted it.
Shortly after having been discovered as cops when aboard Atamo's ocean-going
yacht, she and Cory had been separated.  She became the crew's sex toy,
while Cory simply disappeared.

She didn't think about him much anymore, time had taken away any real hope
that he would be found; instead, there were other men in her life that she
had to think about.

For a moment, she felt a little guilty about her night with Nigel, but she
rationalized it away by thinking that she hadn't made any commitment to
either Bart or Matthew, even though during a case over six months before,
she had actually married Matthew Anderson.  The marriage though, was only
real in the eyes of the people of the Compound.  Out in the real world, she
and Matthew were still single, still able to date others.  Weren't they?

Too many people wanted a piece of her, Rhianna thought: Bart; Matthew; her
boss, James Vessor; her Dad, who wanted her to settle down and get married
like her brothers and sisters!

When does Rhianna get to make a decision for Rhianna?

"You're going to get a terrible tan line with that thing on!" a male voice
said from nearby.

Rhianna jumped, and looked up.

Kneeling on the sand about ten feet away from her was the male submissive,
Nigel.  He smiled at her.  "Usually, people don't bother with swimsuits
around here."

"That doesn't mean I can't wear one if I want to, does it?" Rhianna asked
him, getting up on her elbows.

"Of course you can, Mistress.  I just wonder why you would bother."

"I told you to stop calling me 'Mistress'.  I'm nobody's Mistress," Rhianna
said, wondering about the truth in that, considering another meaning of the
word.

"I'm sorry...Rhianna.  I'm not used to calling someone who isn't a
submissive by their first name."

"That's okay, I understand.  What are you doing here, anyway?"

"You understand?  Can I ask you a question, Rhianna?"

"Okay," replied the Agent, curious herself about the man she spent the night
with.  She let her eyes roam his body, dressed in just the silk loincloth
that seemed to be the uniform of the slaves here.

"Who are you?  If you're not a Mistress, then you're a submissive.  Yet you
stay in the house and have me assigned to you, which never happens to
submissives."

"Can't I be neither?" Rhianna asked him.

Nigel gave her a long stare.  "Can you honestly ask that question?"

Rhianna said nothing.  Instead, she thought about the positions she had been
put in all through her life, the men and women she had come across, and her
relationships with them, especially the men in her life right now.

Nigel eventually got off his knees and walked over to her.  He knelt at her
side and tucked his fingers under the strap of her suit that went around her
neck.

"I believe you would be more comfortable out here in the sun without this,"
he said.  "Don't you agree?"

Rhianna said nothing, although she felt her heart begin to race again.  She
did nothing but enjoy the way his fingers felt as he fumbled behind her
neck, untying the strap.

Nigel laid the two undone straps on either side of her head, then he reached
under her arms and took hold of her suit.

"I see you have plenty of sun block left.  That's good.  You'll need it.
You look like you could do with some sun."

Rhianna agreed, especially when she compared her pale skin with the Sun God
kneeling next to her.

Silent, she didn't resist as Nigel slowly peeled her suit down her body to
her waist, exposing her breasts to her towel.

"I can see that even the short time you were out here this morning has
started a terrible tan line.  It's a good thing I came along," Nigel said.

Nigel gathered her suit in both hands and continued down her body, revealing
her buttocks to the air, and sliding it the rest of the way down the only
part of her body that showed any sign of sun exposure, her legs.  With a
deft movement, he slipped the one piece off her feet and tossed it to one
side.

He reached for the bottle of sun lotion and applied a generous amount to her
back.  Then, straddling her ankles, he began to rub it in.

Rhianna was torn between enjoying the sensuous massage, or getting up and
stopping him.  She was a Cop, an Agent for the FBI, on assignment to find a
kidnapped American citizen.  She wasn't lying on a beach in the Bahamas to
get laid.  She wasn't lying naked on a private beach in the Bahamas to get
laid.  She wasn't...Oh God...That feels so good...It's just like...

Rhianna suddenly rolled to one side, tipping over the surprised Nigel.  She
rolled back, and then away from him, jumping to her feet.  With one hand
trying to protect her modesty, she grabbed the towel and began to wrap it
around herself.

"What's the matter?" Nigel asked her.

"Go away, Nigel, just go away!  And tell your...Mistress, I want no more of
her games!"

"Games?" asked the male submissive.

"Games!  You and all you people.  This is all just a game to you!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Tell me, Nigel, how many women have you had in the past year?  How many
times has Alicia Townsend sent you to a woman's room like she did mine last
night?"

Nigel said nothing, but he had a worried look on his face.

"I can't answer that."

"Why not, Nigel?  Too many women?  Too many bedtime romps to keep track of?
Too many massages given on the beach?"

"I don't understand," Nigel said honestly.

Rhianna picked up her discarded suit and beach wrap, she still wore the hat.
"Let me give you a tip, Mr. Gigolo.  Learn a different way to massage
someone.  Your technique is exactly the same as the one I got earlier from
Monique, and about as personal!"

Angry with herself for giving in to the atmosphere, and the manipulations of
her hosts, Rhianna stormed off, leaving a dumbstruck Nigel kneeling in the
sand alone.


End of Part 4


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