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Subject: {ASSM} To Catch Rhianna   Part 7  (BDSM)
Date: Wed, 26 Jul 2000 06:10:07 -0400
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To Catch Rhianna  part 7




The house was large, with two pools and a large courtyard, and sat on
private land that pretty much covered all this end of the island.  Access to
it was either by boat or by a single road that wound in from the town on the
other side of the hills.

Desmond Kopachi was a wealthy oilman, retired, with lots of kids and a
passion for fetish items and people.

He met Rhianna and Townsend, who had come along for the ride, at the dock.
He had on some cut-off jeans and a torn T-shirt, and looked nothing like the
wealthy man he was.

As they all shook hands, Rhianna suspected something else about him.  His
eyes showed the mileage of a habitual drug user.  The Agent suddenly had
misgivings about coming here and hoped the information she sought wasn't
lost somewhere in a drug-induced haze.

Yet Kopachi seemed lucid enough at the moment, as he led his guests up to
his home, and Rhianna began to relax.

One of the swimming pools was in front of the house, and Rhianna was
surprised to see eight or nine children swimming and playing around it.
With them were a couple of young women, smiling and laughing and generally
watching over their charges which ranged in age from maybe two years old to
twelve.

"My kids," Kopachi explained with a proud smile and they all stopped to
watch for a moment.

One of the younger children, a girl in a bright yellow swimsuit, spotted her
dad and ran over to him.

"Daddyyyyy," the six-year-old yelled in that tone that told you immediately
that she wanted something, "Missy took my Malibu Barbie and won't give it
back!"

"Did you ask her nicely if you could have it back?" said her father.

The six-year-old looked at her feet; asking nicely wasn't something she did
very often.

Kopachi smiled.  "I thought so.  Go ask nicely and I'm sure you'll get it
back."

"Yes, Daddy."  The little girl ran back the way she came and Kopachi
chuckled as he led his guests inside.

"You have kids, Miss Summer?" he asked Rhianna.

Rhianna shook her head.

"You should.  They're great.  Nine kids and counting!" he said proudly.

Rhianna couldn't imagine herself with children.

Kopachi led them into a spacious living room and went to a wet bar to make
them drinks.

As he did so, a young pregnant woman in a loose sun dress padded into the
room.  She was smiling, and regarded the newcomers warmly.

"Hi, I'm Kristi," she said, taking Rhianna's hand.  Rhianna assumed that the
child this woman carried was what Kopachi meant by "and counting" although
she did seem a bit young to have been the mother of a couple of the eldest
children at the pool.

As Kopachi handed Rhianna the soda she had asked for, she began to wonder if
she was in the right place.  Up until now, the people she had encountered in
this lifestyle usually showed their kink somehow, at least in their private
homes.  Yet everything she had seen so far had been perfectly normal.

The obvious lack of physical evidence of BDSM involvement actually made
Rhianna uncomfortable as she sought a way of bringing up the subject.

In the end, she decided on a direct approach.

"I need to ask you a few questions about a party you had here a little over
a week ago..." she began.

"Yes, Miss Summer.  I know why you're here," Kopachi said, cutting her off.
He sat down on a couch with Kristi, opposite the one Rhianna and Townsend
now shared.

"Then perhaps you know what I'm looking for," Rhianna continued.

Kopachi sipped his drink and looked at Townsend, his friendly smile still
there but accompanied by a look of caution.

Rhianna caught his glance at her companion, and wondered again if it had
been a good idea to let Townsend come along.

"I know what you're looking for, but I can't say I can help you at all,"
said Kopachi with a shrug.

"Why not?" Rhianna asked.

"To be honest, I don't remember much about the party, there were a lot of
people there.  They came and went, you know?"

Kristi had been watching both Rhianna and Kopachi, and now she spoke up.
"Can I ask what you're looking for?"

"Were you at the party?"  Rhianna asked her, wondering if such a place was
good for someone as obviously pregnant as she was.

"Sure, I wouldn't miss one of Dezzy's parties for the world!  Did something
happen that I missed?"

"Kristi, I'm looking for a particular couple that were guests at the party.
Two women; one a Domme and one a Sub.  I'm told that the sub spent most of
her time in the...clothing optional area of your party, but the Domme may
have moved around more."

"Oh, well, that's okay.  I spent almost all my time in the nude area too.
Lance was here and he loves taking pictures of me for his pregnant bondage
web site!" giggled Kristi.

Rhianna tried to imagine Kristi nude and tied up, her swollen belly
completely bare, and mentally shook her head.  Just one more strange kink.

"I...er have a description of the sub, maybe you could tell us who she came
with."  Rhianna went on to describe Kiri the way Don and Laura Piper
described her to Rhianna.

Kristi listened carefully, and at the description of Kiri's wire-thin
collar, broke out into a smile.  "Oh, you mean Cunt Sucking Bitch!"

Rhianna winced.  Don had told her that the name Kiri went by with these
people was Cunt Sucking Bitch.  Kiri had been her childhood name before
being sold into slavery.

"Do you know who she came with?"  Rhianna asked.

"Sure," Kristi said with a proud grin, "it was Mandy, Mandy White.  She's
always bringing someone new with her.  I remembered this girl 'cos she had
such a great name, and really knew how to lick cunt!"

Rhianna was a little stunned by Kristi's crudeness.  "Do you know where I
can find Mandy White?"

"Sure, but you know too, Phil, don't you?"

Philip Townsend nodded slowly.

"How come you didn't tell Rhianna about Mandy, Phil?"  Kristi asked.

Rhianna turned toward Townsend; suspicion flared.

He smiled.  "I didn't know it was Mandy that brought the girl."

"Sure you did, Phil.  Didn't I see the two of you humping away at the pool?"

Rhianna stood up quickly.  "You knew Kiri?"

Townsend sighed.  "You weren't supposed to find out here," he said, glaring
at Kristi who suddenly realized that she had said something wrong.  Kopachi
was chuckling to himself.

"Why did you lie to me?" Rhianna asked him.  "Do you know who took Amy
Nelson?  Do you know where she is?"

Townsend remained silent; it was Kopachi that answered her.

"Little girl, I'm afraid my slave here has ruined a plan devised to divert
your investigation from me and Phil before your being taken yourself.
She'll be dealt with eventually."

Kristi paled.

Rhianna was scared.  Suddenly the friendly family atmosphere had turned into
something ugly.  She reached behind her for the gun she kept under her light
jacket.  "What do you mean, before I'm taken?"

Kopachi stood up and walked over to the bar.  Rhianna pulled her weapon.
"Stop!"

Kopachi ignored her.  He went behind the bar and pulled out a heavy looking
handgun of his own.

Rhianna took a stance, weapon pointed at Kopachi.  "Put that down right
now!"

"To tell you the truth," he said, "it was a lousy plan anyway.  Phil, take
her gun away!"

Philip Townsend casually stood up and walked toward Rhianna, who swung her
weapon in his direction.  "Sit down, Mr. Townsend.  I will use this if I
have to!"

"I know you will, Rhianna," Townsend said sadly but he didn't stop
approaching her.

Rhianna was fast running out of options.  She pointed the gun up above
Townsend's head and pulled the trigger in an effort to scare him enough to
stop.

The gun just went click.

Stunned, Rhianna pulled the trigger again and again, but nothing came out
but dry clicks.

"My gun works," Kopachi said, casually pointing it at her.

Townsend stopped in front of her, his hand held out.

"Shit!" Rhianna said, realizing that she was in deep trouble.  With Kopachi
watching her like a hawk, Rhianna reluctantly gave up her weapon, placing it
in Townsend's open palm.

"A good police officer should never let themselves be separated from their
weapon," Townsend said with a smile, "you never know what might be done to
it while you're out lying naked on the beach."

"Bastard!" Rhianna said.

"Temper, temper, Miss Summer.  Your attitude is not becoming an agent for
the FBI.  And it certainly isn't becoming for your future occupation."

"What's that?"

"What do think?  A slave, of course!  And I'm told that you're going to be a
very special slave.  You've been watched, my dear; marked for collection so
to speak!"

"Who by?" Rhianna asked, horrified.

Townsend was about to tell her, but Kopachi stopped him.  "She isn't to know
yet," he said.

"My mistake," said Townsend, walking away with Rhianna's gun.

Rhianna struggled to make sense of things.  "What do you mean, I've been
watched?"

Townsend just smiled at her.

Rhianna glanced at Kopachi, who still held the gun on her, then at Kristi,
who sat quietly, her head bowed.

"Lie down on the floor please, Rhianna," Kopachi asked her, "face down."

Slowly, Rhianna did as she was asked, her heart thumping crazily.  She
wondered if she would get an opportunity to escape, but considering how
these people's major pastime was restraining people, she doubted she would
get the chance.

With a sinking feeling, she realized that once again she was at someone
else's mercy.

Townsend came over to her and began to tie her hands behind her.

"It was you that told the kidnappers where to find them, wasn't it!"
Rhianna said to him.

"Not another word, my dear.  My friend is not known for his good temper."

Once bound, Rhianna was helped up and led by Townsend further into the
house.  Kopachi followed, still carrying the gun, and the group went down
some stairs to a lower level.

Now the house looked like it belonged to someone involved in BDSM.  Bondage
devices of all sorts were scattered everywhere, and surrounding the big room
were almost two dozen doors to who knows where.

Rhianna saw one piece was occupied by a naked older woman.  She was
stretched out on what looked like a rack, her breathing labored.  A large
Tesla globe was suspended over her and static shocks could be seen
constantly grounding themselves on her naked skin.

Rhianna couldn't tear her eyes from the woman until she was led through one
of the doors.  They were putting her in a small cell.

Under Kopachi's watchful eye, Townsend undid her bonds and retied her hands
in front of her.  Then he hooked her hands to a cable hanging from the
ceiling and she was quickly hoisted off her feet.

The ropes dug into her wrists painfully but the pressure was all on the
outside of her arms.  Rhianna had to admit that while her captors were
experienced enough not to let her have opportunity for escape, they also
knew how to restrain her safely.  She took solace in their plan for her to
become a slave; it meant that they didn't plan on killing or maiming her.
At that moment, it was all she had to look forward to.

Townsend appeared in front of her with a latex hood in his hands and what
looked like a gag.

"No, I'll be quiet," Rhianna said.

"I know you will, my dear," replied Townsend, pressing the ball gag into her
unwilling mouth.  In moments, he had it fastened and the hood pulled over
her head.  She was now dumb and blind.

The last thing they did was take away her shoes and hoist her up a bit
higher, before leaving her alone in her darkness.


---***---


After what seemed like hours, Rhianna heard the door to her cell open and
the footsteps of several people coming in.

"You left her clothes on?" said a female voice.

Someone grunted.

There were steps all around her now and Rhianna struggled weakly at her
bonds.  Her arms were almost numb, and what she could feel was only painful.
She was also finding it hard to breath, her stretched position compressing
her rib cage.

"Can she hear us?" said the woman; youngish, Rhianna thought.

"Yes."  This time Rhianna recognized Kopachi's voice.

"Listen to me, Rhianna, your life as an FBI agent is over.  Don't think of
anyone coming to rescue you because it isn't going to happen," said the
woman.  "Your destiny was sealed a long time ago; we've been planning for
this.  I admit it hasn't gone quite the way it was planned but we'll make
do."

Rhianna groaned.  Who made these plans for her, who was watching her?  What
was to become of her?  Who were these people?

She felt something cold against her skin, and in short order, everything she
wore was cut from her.  She hung naked in front of her unknown audience and
could do nothing to hide herself.

A hand touched her, here and there, squeezing muscles and checking the
firmness of her stomach and breasts.

"You've been keeping fit, that's good.  You'll need it!"

Rhianna heard the group leave and the door shut again.  In her agony,
Rhianna began to cry under her hood.



---***---



She woke to the sound of the door being opened again, not realizing that she
had fallen asleep.

She was lowered to the floor and allowed to collapse in a heap on the cold
concrete.

Rhianna felt that her arms were useless but knew she still had strength in
her legs.  She played possum in the hope that she might find an opportunity
she could use.

Her hands were freed and dragged behind her.  They were connected together
with leather cuffs.

"Stand up!" she was ordered.  It was the woman who had stripped her earlier.

Rhianna stayed where she was.

"Don't bullshit me, slave.  I've been doing this for too long to be faked
out by a piece of shit like you.  I know you can stand, and I know you could
probably run if you had to.  Get up!"

Rhianna groaned, but didn't move.

"Okay, we'll play it that way."

Rhianna felt something touch her side and a powerful shock blasted into her.
It was painful, to say the least, and Rhianna found herself panting through
her gag as she tried to get her breath back.

"Your move!" she was told.

With a whimper, Rhianna got to her feet.

"I knew you government types were smart," said the woman.

Rhianna felt a familiar burning as nipple clips were applied, and she
followed along as they were tugged.  She blindly followed the pull on her
nipples for a fair walk, going up some stairs at one point.  When she felt
the sun on her nude body, she figured they were outside, and that was when
they stopped.  The clamps were taken off her and she was ordered to her
knees.  Hands bent her forwards and she was pushed into a small enclosure.
It wasn't until her hood and gag were removed that she saw she was locked in
a small cage out in front of the house.

With her was a woman she hadn't seen before, about her age, dressed casually
in long pants and a cotton blouse.  The woman took the bondage gear from
Rhianna and left her alone.

Then Rhianna saw something worse.

The children.  Half of them were still at the pool playing.

The little girl in the yellow swimsuit slowly walked over to Rhianna, who
did her best to conceal her nudity from the child.

"Are you a slave?" asked the six-year-old.

Rhianna was shocked.  What was a six-year-old doing asking these kinds of
questions?  What kind of family atmosphere did Kopachi foster here?

"No, I'm not," Rhianna answered, glad to be able to talk.

"Then why are you in the cage?"

"It's...a game," Rhianna said, wishing she could think of something better.

The girl didn't look convinced.

"Could you unlock the cage for me so I can get out?"  Rhianna asked her.
The cage was bolted but not locked, but with her hands cuffed behind her,
she couldn't reach the bolt.

Maybe if the girl released her, she might have a chance, Rhianna thought.
There was a town on this island.

The little girl shook her head.  "Uh uh...you're being punished and I'm not
going to help you."

"I'm not being punished," Rhianna said.

"Daddy puts us in cages when he punishes us, and we're not supposed to let
anyone out, especially slaves."

"I'm not a slave."

"Yes, you are; you're naked, and only slaves are put in cages naked."

At that moment, one of the women watching the kids at the pool came over.
"Brittany, leave the slave alone," the little girl was told.

"Told you!" said the little girl, who stuck out her tongue and walked back
to the pool.  The woman gave Rhianna a disgusted look and followed, while
Rhianna felt her last decent hope for escape disappear.

Ten minutes later, four men showed up with the woman who had caged her, and
they carried the cage out to the dock where a boat lay waiting.  Rhianna was
self-conscious about being nude in front of these men, but they didn't seem
to notice.

The cage was lifted aboard the boat, which quickly started its engines and
left the island.  A tarp was wrapped around the cage, hiding it from sight
and blocking Rhianna's view of what was going on, but Rhianna saw enough to
see that the woman was still with her.

After a long time, the boat slowed and Rhianna heard the sounds of heavy
machinery.  The boat bobbed up and down a lot and was making Rhianna a
little sick, but she ignored the feeling as the tarp was taken off.  She saw
that they were tied alongside a much larger ship, a freighter of some sort.

A crane lowered a line and it was hooked to the cage.  The woman climbed
onto the cage and it was lifted clear of the boat.

Rhianna felt very exposed as she was hauled high over the water and she
wondered what the ship's crew thought of a naked woman in a cage being
hauled aboard their vessel.

She had visions of being tossed to the crew for their use, and shuddered.
She still remembered the last time she was a crew toy, and knew she couldn't
take it again.

But as the cage was swung over the side, Rhianna saw no crewmen visible
anywhere.  Instead, the cage was lowered gently among a nest of bulk
shipping containers, one of which stood open.

Waiting were only a couple of men, who unhooked the cage and carried it into
the empty container.  These men did look hungrily at Rhianna's naked body,
but they stayed silent, only grinning at her as they left.

Now the woman and Rhianna were alone.

The woman stepped forward and picked up a long chain that was attached to
the floor somewhere.  She opened the cage door.

"Out!"

Rhianna recognized the voice of her stripper, and she moved forward out of
the cage.

The woman knelt to lock the chain to Rhianna's ankle, and Rhianna thought
quickly about running, but where would she go naked and bound?

Chain now locked, the woman stood up.  "Smart!"

"Who are you?"  Rhianna asked.

"My name's Mandy.  You were supposed to come to my place next.  And that's
the last question I'm going to allow you to have.  You say NOTHING from now
on."

Rhianna nodded.

"Here are the rules, slave.  You live here while we head to your new home.
You piss and shit in the back and sleep in the cage.  When you hear me knock
on the door out there, you immediately crawl in your cage.  You're dependent
on me for your food and your water, so you'd better behave.  Any trouble
from you and I may forget to come by for a day or two.  Any BIG trouble and
I might turn you over to the crew of this tub."

Rhianna shuddered again.

"Yes, I was told you had experience being a ship's plaything," Mandy
laughed.

Rhianna said nothing, although she wanted to get up and kick the woman's
teeth in.

"Enjoy your trip!" Mandy said, leaving the container and closing its big
door.

Now in darkness, Rhianna sighed and lay on the metal floor.

What hope was left?





End of Part 7

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