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Subject: {ASSM} To Catch Rhianna   Part 5  (BDSM)
Date: Mon, 24 Jul 2000 09:10:02 -0400
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To Catch Rhianna   Part 5


Rhianna Summer knocked on the hospital room door before walking in.  She was
now in Nassau, having been flown in by Townsend's pilot.  Here, she hoped to
interview the surviving members of the tragedy she was investigating.

Townsend had called ahead, so she knew she was expected, so she was a little
surprised to see only two people instead of three.

In bed was, she presumed, Don Piper, a tall but thin looking man in a
hospital gown.  His black hair and dark complexion gave him a very
Mediterranean look, a look that contrasted sharply with the bright white
bandage wound around his head.

With him was his wife, Laura Piper, a striking blonde about Rhianna's
height.  Rhianna looked at the mass of long blonde hair that fell past the
woman's waist, and wished she had a hat to cover her own short do.  Fire had
been the cause of her latest hairstyle, after a year and a half of trying to
recover from being shaved completely bald by Hiro Atamo.

Rhianna was very sensitive about her hair.

The couple appeared to be talking seriously about something when Rhianna
entered, but stopped immediately.  They both turned to look at her with
worried, but curious expressions on their faces.

"Hi, I'm Special Agent Rhianna Summer from the FBI," Rhianna said, taking
out her identification and showing it to them.  "How are you doing?" she
asked Don, concerned about his injuries.  She knew what it was like to be
shot.

"A little out of your way, isn't this?" Don Piper said to her, taking her ID
and giving it a close look.  "I didn't think the FBI operated out of the
country."

"Amy Nelson was an American citizen and the incident took place on an
American registered vessel.  We're covered," Rhianna lied.

Don looked suspicious, but nodded and handed back the ID.

Laura looked a little more grateful that someone was taking the
disappearance of her friend seriously.  She gave Rhianna a smile.  "It's
good to have you here."

"I'm glad you feel that way, Mrs. Piper; I want to help, and with your
cooperation, we may have a good chance of succeeding!"

Laura gave her a bigger smile; Rhianna smiled back and opened her briefcase.
"You're Donald and Laura Piper?" she asked in confirmation.

The couple nodded, and Laura took her husband's hand and held it.

"I thought that Ben Lane was also supposed to be here," Rhianna said.

Don and Laura glanced at each other for a second before Laura spoke.  "Ben
had to leave this morning for England.  He said it was something to do with
his business."

"He did know I was coming, didn't he?"

"Yeah, but he said it was something he couldn't avoid."

Rhianna didn't like this.  There were questions only Lane could answer.  But
she could still follow through with Don.

"Alright, then let's get started."

"I already went through this once already with the cops," Don told her.

"Sometimes it's necessary to go through something like this several times,"
Rhianna replied, wondering what was bothering the man.  He seemed a little
more confrontational than she had expected, and she wondered if it was due
to his injuries.  "You never know if you'll remember something that you
overlooked, telling the story before."

"Are you the investigator Ben told us about, the one who specializes in BDSM
cases?" Don asked.

Rhianna felt herself flush a little.  It unnerved her to carry such a
reputation.  "Yes, that's me."

Don studied her, liking what he saw.  Rhianna wasn't a soft beauty; her
looks were backed up with a strong personality that kept her head up, and
gave her mannerisms a feline grace.

And yet, there was something very fragile about her, although he had no idea
what.  He wondered how she got into this line of work.  "Okay then, shoot!"
he said, relaxing a little and letting some warmth come through.

Rhianna began by taking him through their relationship with Ben and Amy, and
how they ended up on a boat together.  At first, Don was reluctant to talk
about their BDSM relationship, and would exchange looks with his wife quite
often.  But Rhianna was able to reassure them both that nothing they said
would shock or repulse her, and that she, in her own way, had a great deal
of experience in this field as well.  Soon, she had Don talking casually,
and Laura, tired of standing for so long, went and sat down.

She sat carefully, always aware of the chastity belt she now wore, a belt
Ben Lane had locked on her a few days before.  As Don talked to Rhianna,
Laura went over in her mind the events that led up to her wearing this belt.


---***---


The first night after Don was shot had been terrible, especially the flight
back.  As a nurse, she knew very well what the effects of such a massive
blood loss could be, and she knew that her husband had already gone into
shock.  She had been able to replace her makeshift bandages with proper ones
from the medical kit aboard the small plane, and with help from Ben, she had
managed to stop the external bleeding from the gunshot wound in Don's hip,
and the other on the side of his head.  She wished she was on a proper
medical rescue helicopter, with all its lifesaving devices, but she had to
make do with what she had.  Through it all, she tried to maintain a
professional detachment toward her husband's injuries; acting like a wife
right then would be more dangerous to him than helpful.  She also had to
fight the affects of the beating she'd taken from Ben; her entire body still
burned from the nettles he had whipped her with.  Instead of a nice quiet
recovery in the small cave he had prepared, she was now doing emergency
first-aid at five thousand feet.

It was only when they were on final approach that Ben finally convinced her
to get dressed in some coveralls the pilot had brought.  She had flown the
whole way naked, her only clothing given up as bandages.

On the ground, they were all taken to the hospital, and Don was separated
from her.  She allowed herself to be examined and treated for the nettle
stings, avoiding the probing questions about how she got that way, and
managed to hold onto her steel calm for a little while longer.

Inside, she was worried about whether or not she would see her husband again
alive, and also grieved by the loss of her friend Amy.  She didn't quite
understand what was going on, or how Don had been shot, but she knew enough
not to like it.

She took comfort in Ben, who stayed with her except when they examined her.
Ben appeared on top of things, although she could see a great strain in his
face.  She knew that, like her, he was barely hanging on.

Eventually someone came to tell her that Don was out of danger, and Ben and
Laura both were able to spend five minutes with him before being ushered
away by his doctors.

Philip Townsend showed up, and told them he had made arrangements for a
place for them to stay near the hospital, and for clothes and other
necessities to be sent to them.

Ben and Laura allowed themselves to be guided out of the hospital by the
Englishman, too stunned and too tired to think for themselves anymore.  They
ended up at a nearby hotel in separate, yet adjoining rooms.

Each day, Laura spent as much time with Don as she was allowed, holding his
hand and monitoring his fluid replacement.  Once the other nurses found out
she was also a nurse, they gave her a little more leeway, and even allowed
her to help when they changed his dressings and turned him, although the
doctors still asked her to leave when they checked on him.

They were concerned about the bullet wound on his skull, but as time went
on, they felt better and better about it.  What could have been a major head
trauma was downgraded to a concussion.

When she wasn't with Don, she was with Ben, helping him cope with the loss
of Amy.  The day after they flew to Nassau, Ben and Townsend flew back to
the island, just in case Amy had made it off the boat like Don had, but
there was no sign of her.

A diver told them she wasn't on the boat, but that was no guarantee of
anything.

Ben feared the worse.

He began to collapse.

Laura found herself baby-sitting the man in the evenings, until she crawled
into her lonely bed to face her own demons.  Alone, she cried for her lost
friend.

Her second night alone was a restless one.  Cascading thoughts rushing
through her head refused to let her sleep, and acute loneliness wasn't
helping.  Eventually, she climbed out of bed and headed for the
communicating door to Ben's room.

Ben wasn't sleeping either, he just lay staring at the ceiling, thinking of
things he had never said to Amy, things he always thought he had time for.
With Don still unconscious, there was no way of knowing what happened to
her, and the not knowing was tearing him apart.

He almost didn't hear the door open, his thoughts were so loud, but he
couldn't miss Laura stepping into the room.

She was nude, as she usually was when sleeping, and never thought of putting
something on before coming over.  Ben had seen her body in such intimate
detail that she thought it fruitless to pretend modesty now.

Besides, she had other worries on her mind.

"I can't sleep," she said as she walked over to Ben's bed.

"Neither can I," he growled, looking away from her.

Laura sat on the edge of the bed, and the two of them remained silent for a
short while, busy with their thoughts.

"Ben...Sir...Can I ask a favor?" Laura eventually said, breaking the
silence.

"What?" asked Ben, not really in the mood to talk or socialize, yet
sensitive enough to the woman's plight not to dismiss her.  Laura was a
friend, even if her husband had probably killed the one person he loved in
the world.

"Sir...could you...tie my hands behind me?  I...just can't seem to get
comfortable being free like this."

Ben was surprised.  With all that was happening, bondage was the last thing
on his mind.  "Go to bed, Laura," he said.

"Please, Sir.  I need this!"

Ben looked over at Laura and saw in her the same expression of want that he
sometimes saw in Amy when she was forced to take a break from their games.
There were times when Ben was forced to take trips to places where it wasn't
advisable to bring Amy, and on his return, there was always this look.

Laura had it now, and Ben began to realize that only a couple of days
before, he and Don were doing everything in their power to intensify Laura's
submissive nature.  She was being trained to be Don's loving slave, and her
conditioning was not something that could be turned off.  Like Amy, Laura
needed the security of the Master/slave relationship; it was now a part of
her mental stability.

He nodded, slowly, and Laura gave him a grateful smile.

"In the bag there's rope," he said.

Silently, Laura fetched the rope, and sat quietly as Ben bound her hands.
Laura had slept with her hands tied behind her for over a year now; she
wasn't used to anything else.

When Ben was done, Laura stood up and tested her bonds, tugging at the very
snug ropes.  They held, and Laura smiled softly, feeling a little better.
In an odd way, she felt comforted by this position, she felt a little more
secure.

"Thank you," she said to Ben, who nodded in return.

Laura's smile faded a little, Ben looked so stern, so angry, so...lonely.
"Ben," she said, glancing over at her room momentarily, "it's lonely over
there, and tonight I don't want to be alone.  Do you?"

Ben watched her with heavy eyes for a moment, seeing not the blonde haired
Laura but his own dark haired Amy, and he felt an ache in his heart.  Then
it was Laura again, standing patiently, her hands held behind her.

He couldn't bear the thought of being alone either, not this night.  He
gestured to the other side of the bed, and Laura padded over.  Ben lifted
the covers for her and she slid in, lying on her side, her back to him.

After a second, Ben covered her and they lay together in the darkness.

Laura was glad to be in Ben's bed; she could feel the warmth of his body,
and his nearness comforted her.  She knew that others might think it
scandalous for her to be sleeping in the bed of another man while her
husband lay near death's door, but she knew that her relationship with Ben
wasn't like that.  She needed the comfort and he needed the comfort, it was
as simple as that.

After a time, she felt Ben roll over, and he passed an arm over her body.
Pressed against her spoon fashion, he held her to him, and eventually began
to cry.

Laura had tears of her own to shed, and the couple lay as one, mourning once
more their losses and near losses, until exhausted, they finally drifted to
sleep.

The next day, the first ray of hope shone down on them as Don woke for a few
moments.  Laura was with him, but couldn't make herself known to him before
he drifted away again.  The doctors were excited by this, and said that it
looked very good for Don to make a full recovery, it just needed time.

That night, Laura slipped into Ben's bed without asking, and Ben tied her
hands for her, before the two of them once again fell asleep with Laura
helpless in Ben's arms.

The next day, Don again woke for a moment, this time focusing on Laura's
face, who again happened to be there.  He still said nothing, but his
obvious improvement buoyed Laura's spirits, and she was much happier that
night at bed time.

Her mood was infectious, and Ben found himself smiling as he tied Laura's
hands for the night.  There was still no word about what happened to Amy,
but if Laura were right, he wouldn't have much longer to wait.

He was therefore much more relaxed and aware of what was going on around him
when he slipped under the covers with Laura, an improvement in mood that
Laura sensed as soon as he snuggled up to her.  Despite the nights they had
spent together so far, this was the first time he had come to her with an
erection.

Laura sighed a pleasant sigh, and her bound hands took him and began
manipulating him as she often did with her husband when they slept this way.
She figured it was why Don had begun tying her up like this at nights, and
she wasn't far wrong.

"What the...?" Ben said, feeling her nimble fingers begin their work.

"I'm sorry!" Laura said, stopping immediately.  "I guess I...sorry."

"It's okay," Ben answered, "no harm done."  He chuckled.  "Felt pretty good,
actually."

Laura's panic abated.  There was a part of her that fully realized that
despite all that was going on, he was still a Master and she was still a
submissive, and he was still in charge.

"Did you...want me to continue?" she asked him quietly.

Ben held his breath for a moment.  "Yes."

Trembling a little at the sudden change in dynamics, Laura began once more
to massage Ben's penis and balls.  Up until this point, they had just been
two friends engaging in mutual comfort, but now she felt a return to old
values, to her place as his submissive, and to the sexual tensions such a
position often involved.  In spite of the misgivings she felt at thinking of
such things while her husband lay in hospital, Laura's body responded as it
had been conditioned to respond over the last couple of years; it began to
prepare for sex.

Ben, too, was having mixed feelings about what was going on.  A part of him
felt like he was betraying the memory of Amy by indulging in such a base and
intimate pleasure with her best friend, and yet Laura was not the only one
responding to conditioning.  Dominants who have been in the lifestyle for a
while are just as conditioned as the submissives they train, and in the
heavily sexed atmosphere of Ben and Amy's life, Ben was just as trained as
she was.  Ironically, for a man in control of everything in his life, what
he had least control over was his own sexual urges.  Up until now, Amy had
always been there for him, but she had been gone a relatively long time now.

As Laura massaged him with her bound hands, Ben reached around and cupped a
breast, gently squeezing it and caressing it.

Laura felt his large hand on her and closed her eyes, relishing his touch.

Ben's fingers found her nipple and began to tease it, rubbing it between his
fingers and pulling it erect.

Laura moaned, shifting her body slightly and straightening her legs a
little.

They continued on like this for a while, their fingers providing pleasures
for each other, before Ben let his hand drift down between her thighs.  What
he found was moist and soft, her sex already well lubricated despite the
short foreplay.  Laura's conditioning wasted no time in preparing her for
sex.

Ben manipulated her clit with a thumb while his fingers rubbed just inside
her slit.  With each stroke of his middle finger, he could feel Laura's hips
move, and he smiled.  He thought back to how she looked on the island,
receiving his whips of stinging nettles, and his blood began to boil with
passion.

Laura, for her part, was thinking of little else but those fingers toying
with her intimate places; each time Ben moved them, it sent shocks up and
down her body.  She parted her legs instinctively to give him more access,
and she never let her fingers stop moving as they rubbed the solid shaft at
her back.

Ben pulled back slightly, taking his penis away from her hands.  He was as
hard as he had ever been, and there was a danger of him cumming before he
was ready.  Besides, her continuous rubbing was starting to get painful on
his unlubricated cock.  He rolled back and pulled Laura with him, forcing
her to lie on her back, partially on top of him.  In this position, she
could spread her legs farther, and he could use both his hands on her.

Laura's voice began to change as Ben continued to stimulate her, her moans
of ecstasy that had been bass and guttural took on a singsong quality, a
sure sign of her arousal and impending release.  Her hands useless behind
her, Laura could only lie there and take what Ben was giving her.

Ben lifted her into a slight sitting position, and eased himself into her,
sliding smoothly into her moist tunnel.  Just the act of entering her almost
made him cum, but he was holding back; it would be so much sweeter if he
waited.

Laura did start to cum, minor orgasms began to make her shake and shudder,
but Ben sensed them and backed off.  Laura groaned in frustration as he
stopped stimulating her.  She wasn't gagged, but the power of speech had
been taken away from her anyway.

After a moment, Ben began to thrust, his large member stroking slowly and
easily while Laura massaged him with her talented vaginal muscles.

Ben tried not to cum, and thought of Don lying in his hospital bed.  Don,
who had taken away his Amy.  Don, whose wife he was in bed with now, who was
willingly giving herself to him.

It might have been madness, it might have been a sudden outpouring of the
anger and frustration of the last couple of days, but a part of Ben needed
revenge, needed to punish Don for what he thought Don had done, and here was
his wife, helpless and vulnerable.

Without another thought, Ben pulled completely out of Laura and shifted her
slightly before plunging back in.

Laura screamed, because Ben had entered her other hole, her virgin ass;
virgin, that is, to any real flesh, although many toys over the years had
been up there.

The only lubrication she had there was from whatever had coated Ben's penis
while it was in her pussy, and his large member in her tight hole was
extremely painful.

She tried to pull away, but Ben held her tightly, thrusting himself in and
out.  One of his hands found her clit, and the momentary loss of passion she
felt was now gone as he began stimulating her again.

Together, Man and Woman orgasmed, both screaming in passion as wave after
wave thundered over them.  Ben ended first, exhausted, followed quickly by
Laura, who collapsed on his lap, still impaled on him.

Ben saw that she had passed out, and rolled her off him, his penis pulling
out of her with a plop.

There was no blood, but her anus looked stretched and raw, and the anger
that had flooded Ben's brain suddenly faded.

"Shit," he said, suddenly concerned for the woman who had stood by him the
past few days.

Laura lay silently, her hands still bound behind her.  Ben looked at her for
a moment, admiring the way her golden hair lay everywhere.  He felt sick at
what he had just done; he felt like he had just raped her.

Quietly, he got out of bed and headed for the bathroom to clean himself up.
When he came out with a cold, damp washcloth for Laura, he saw she was no
longer on the bed.  Instead she knelt on the floor, head bowed.

"What are you doing there?" Ben asked her, puzzled.

Laura didn't answer; she didn't look up at him.

Ben crouched next to her.  "Laura, I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to take
you...like that.  You must hurt.  Why don't I untie you, and you can go
clean up."

"No...Sir."  Laura whispered.

"Well, you need to be cleaned up, will you let me?"

"It's your wish, Sir."  Laura said.

Ben sighed.  He had seen this before and didn't like it.  He expected Laura
to be angry with him; after all, he had just violated her in a way that she
and her husband didn't practice.  Instead, she had retreated into a deeper
slave state.  Rather than becoming the indignant victim, Laura had become
the accepting slave, one for whom anything goes as long as her Master wishes
it.  Amy had behaved like this a few times herself, usually when he had
pushed a limit farther than he had planned, or tried something very new with
violent results.  The submissive nature of these women was such that rather
than protest, they hid behind their slavery, resigned to believing that they
truly had no say in their lives anymore.  In this state, they were prepared
to do anything, to endure anything, rather than suffer the anger of their
Master.

To Ben, this was a dangerous state for them to be in, for they would never
admit that he was going too far.  It was a side of submission he didn't want
to see.

Ben carefully guided Laura back on the bed and had her lie flat on her
stomach.  He washed out her anus as best he could, being careful not to
cause her any more pain, and then covered her with the blankets.

A few years ago, he might have attempted to talk her out of this state, but
he knew it was fruitless.  Laura would give the right responses, but
wouldn't really listen to him.  All that really worked was time.  He would
try talking in the morning.

Not touching her again, he lay next to her and eventually fell asleep.

The next day they got up, and Ben untied Laura's hands before she went back
to her own room to clean up and dress.

Hardly a word was spoken, but Ben could see that Laura was out of her slave
state.

Both of them were embarrassed by what had happened.

Laura didn't see Ben again until that afternoon, when he said he'd sit with
Don while she got something to eat, something he did each day for her.  When
she got back, she found him agitated and a little shocked.  He told her that
Don had woken up again long enough to tell him that Amy was alive.

Laura was so happy that Don had spoken that she didn't notice at first what
he had said, and then it hit her, and she hugged Ben with happiness.

Unexpectedly, Ben pulled away from her and said he was leaving, so Laura
spent the remainder of the day hopefully waiting for Don to wake again.

That night, Laura, as usual, walked into Ben's room to be bound and to
sleep, and found Ben still dressed.

"Laura, come here," Ben said, and Laura felt a familiar thrill at the sound
of Ben's command voice.  She was still unsure of what happened the night
before, but she couldn't help herself feeling good that Ben was commanding
her.

She padded over and stood in front of him.

Ben walked around her and bound her hands as usual, and then he pulled
something from a bag that Laura instantly recognized.

A chastity belt.

"What...?" she asked.

"Shut up!" Ben answered, glaring at her.

Ben placed the belt around her waist and tested the fit, making adjustments
to sliding surfaces until the belt hugged her groin completely.  Then he
locked it with a weird looking round key.

"What happened last night," he said to her, "shouldn't have happened, and it
won't again.  You'll keep that belt on from now on.  It's built for long
term use, so you shouldn't have any real problems with it."

"But..." Laura tried to say.

"SHUT UP!"

Laura clamped her mouth closed.  For some reason, Ben was very angry, and
she didn't want to test his anger.  She still had vivid memories of when he
had caned her.

Ben moved closer to her, his face only inches away from hers, and to her
horror, she smelled liquor on his breath.  Ben was a recovering alcoholic,
committed to being sober, and keeping Amy the same; for him to fall off the
wagon was extremely serious.  Suddenly Laura was really afraid.

"You won't be getting out of that belt any time soon," he whispered to her.
Then he took her shoulders and walked her back into her own room.  Using a
short chain, he locked her ankle to her bed and left her alone to sleep.

Crying, Laura slept alone.

It was where she slept each night until Ben left.


---***---


Now he was gone, and with him, the key to the belt.  He had been right;
Laura found herself able to function in it quite well, only her tremendous
sex drive was being denied, that and Don's ability to help her.

As Rhianna Summer finished talking with her husband, Laura thought about Ben
and how her husband had driven him to drink.  Surely there must have been
SOMETHING he could have done to prevent Amy from being taken.

With a soft moan of frustration, Laura Piper dragged her attention back to
the present.



End of Part 5




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