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From: "Leviticus" <leviticus1@uswest.net>
Subject: {ASSM} To Catch Rhianna  Part 13  (BDSM)
Date: Thu,  3 Aug 2000 20:10:08 -0400
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To Catch Rhianna part 13



   Rhianna opened her mouth in shock, but didn't say anything.  For a brief
moment, it looked like...but she couldn't be sure.  He had changed so much!

   She glanced at the other man who seemed to be in charge and was talking
to the two men who had put her in the cage.  He was ignoring her, immersed
in his conversation, so Rhianna looked once again at the man who surprised
her.

   He stood off by himself near the door he had come through.  He wore an
eye patch over his left eye that hid what must have been a terrible injury,
if the scar that ran across his face was anything to go by.  More scars
decorated his bare chest and disappeared down under the hem of the jeans he
wore.  A pair of cowboy boots was all that he wore in addition to the
jeans.

   It was his expression that shocked Rhianna; it was almost vacant.  He
stared back at her quite openly with a soft smile on his lips as if...as if
contemplating a new toy.

   He reminded Rhianna of a little kid licking his lips at Christmas. 
Rhianna would have been frightened of this but there was no malice in the
man's eyes, just excitement.

   If only he didn't look so much like...but it couldn't be, he was
dead...wasn't he?

   Her view was suddenly obscured by the other man who had come in.  This
man was dark, almost Arabic in his looks.  Unlike the other men, who wore
well-worn work clothes, this man was in a tan suit.  He squatted down in
front of Rhianna's cage and looked her over thoroughly.

   Rhianna crossed her arms over her bare breasts, painfully aware of her
nakedness under his gaze.

   "My name is Martin Yochim," he said, his accent very neutral, "I am the
Master here.  I run this place and own everybody in it, including you. 
While you are here, you will obey MY rules, or you will suffer the
consequences.

   "I tolerate no disobedience here, and my staff is instructed to deal out
quick and immediate punishment when necessary.

   "If you obey, and learn your training well, you will be treated well. 
Do you understand me, woman?"

   "Yes, Sir," replied Rhianna, already feeling a little fear at his
unflinching gaze.

   Yochim reached out to touch her face, and Rhianna almost pulled back. 
She caught herself in time though, knowing from past experience that
flinching was never a good idea in front of a new Master.

   Yochim carefully touched her injured face, then with a growl he moved
away from her.  "Thomas, I hope the Collector extracted a proper penalty
from the woman who caused this damage," he said to one of the men.

   "He promised you pictures in a month!" one of them replied, making them
laugh.

   "Open it!" Yochim ordered, gesturing at the cage.

   The man identified as Thomas stepped forward and unlocked the cage,
swinging the door wide open.  Yochim pointed at the floor at his feet and
looked at Rhianna.

   Rhianna glanced at the man in the eye patch who was standing in the
shadows, and crawled out on all fours.  Her body was stiff and sore from
her assaults, and despite the regular food she had been fed, she still felt
weak.  But she moved as fast as she could, staying on her hands and knees.

   She was acutely aware of how she looked as she crawled across the tiled
floor, naked, covered in welts and bruises, her breasts hanging beneath her
body.  She felt degraded and vulnerable.

   "Stand!" barked Yochim, and Rhianna got to her feet, hugging herself.

   "Is that how you are to stand in front of a man?" Yochim yelled, and
Rhianna jumped, startled.  She quickly realized that Yochim was looking for
any semblance of slave training in her, so she adjusted her stance, putting
her hands behind her head and spreading her legs slightly.  She winced at
the strain this put on several abused muscle groups.

   "Kneel!" was the order, and Rhianna dropped to her heels, maintaining
her upper position.

   "Lie down!" Rhianna moved.

   "No!  Not like that!" he yelled, and he corrected her position.

   He then began yelling the same orders to her over and over again, making
her stand, kneel, sit, and lie down in a seemingly random order.  She soon
worked up a sweat, moving only by his command as the other men watched.

   Despite her injuries, Rhianna was still a very good-looking woman, and
they could admire her form as she was put through her paces.

   Rhianna felt like a trained dog as she went from one position to
another, and was well aware of how openly she displayed her body to the
men. She was past caring at that point, though, focusing only on the pain
from her injured body, and on the face of the man with the eye patch, who
up to now had said and done nothing but stand there and watch her.

   She had just dropped down to a kneeling position, her legs spread wide,
exposing her sex obscenely, when Yochim turned away from her as if suddenly
disinterested.  As she breathed heavily from her exertions, he picked up a
file folder from a nearby table and began to page through it.

   "There are old scars," he said to no one in particular.

   "Well healed, they will pose no problem," Thomas replied.

   Yochim nodded, his face in the file folder.  "Surgery too.  She has been
sterilized.  Oh!" He began to laugh.  "I should have known.  Atamo had this
one for a while!"

   Rhianna's blood chilled.  This man knew Hiro Atamo, the one man she was
truly afraid of.

   "I see she has no allergies, and her medical records show nothing more
than the usual illnesses.  Good!" Yochim handed Thomas the folder and gazed
down on her once more.  "Have her fitted with a collar, and she can spend
two days healing in the stables before her training starts.  Her sponsor
wants her ready in three months."

   "My sponsor?" Rhianna said without thinking.  Years ago, it seemed, Phil
Townsend had said that she had been marked for slavery by someone.

   "None of your business, girl!" Yochim told her.

   Thomas walked up to her with a wide, thick leather collar in his hands.
Rhianna eyed it with concern and debated making a break for the door.  She
didn't really think she could get far though, naked and hurt.  Besides, she
had no idea where she was and could be miles from anywhere!

   So she suffered in silence as the heavy collar was buckled and locked
about her throat.  She felt a long strap hang down her back, attached to
the collar somehow.  Her hands were brought round and fastened into leather
gloves at the end of the strap, forcing her fingers into fists.  There was
no pulling them apart when they were done, and Rhianna now had her hands
trapped behind her.  She had to fight to not rest her arms, so she didn't
choke herself on the collar.

   Her spirits began to lower with the increase in her bondage.  While
free, she still felt like there was a chance of her being human, but now
she was just a piece of meat.

   "What's your name, girl?" Yochim asked her with a smile.

   Rhianna opened her mouth to speak, and with the first syllable, she felt
her throat turn to fire.

   Wheezing, she collapsed on her side and tried to draw air through her
closed up throat.  In seconds, it was over, and she could breath normally,
but left behind was an awful feeling of death revisited.

   Afraid, Rhianna looked up at her captors.

   "Your collar contains a shock device, activated when you try to speak.
It's tuned to female voices only, and they have to be very close to turn it
on, so don't worry about it coming on accidentally.  It's made by one of
the same companies that makes those anti-barking collars for dogs!" Yochim
laughed, turning toward the other men.  "Dr.  Wessman will be back next
week; schedule her surgery for then.  Just tag her now, and let Patch take
her to the stable."

   "Yes, Sir!" replied Thomas, as Yochim left the room.

   Rhianna was thinking quickly.  Surgery?  Tagged?

   The two men moved toward her, and she began to shuffle away.

   One of them grabbed her ankle, and Rhianna shouted "No!" only to be
shocked by the collar again.

   Out of breath, she was in no condition to resist as she was picked up
and strapped face up on one of the examination tables, her legs spread
wide.

   Thomas grabbed an evil looking device from a shelf under the table and
shoved it between her legs.  "This is going to hurt a lot!" he said with a
grin, and a moment later Rhianna felt a hot stab of pain in her pussy.

   She screamed, activating the collar once more, and almost passed out
from the shock, but just managed to hold on to her consciousness.

   She was unstrapped, lifted off the table, and handed over to the guy in
the eye patch.

   "There you go, Patch, she's all yours.  Take good care of her, now!"
said Thomas, winking sideways at his partner.

   Patch grinned and took Rhianna's arm.  He helped her walk out of the
room while Rhianna gathered her senses.

   She felt a terrible pain from between her legs and could feel blood
running down her leg, but no one but her was concerned about that.

   She tried to look down to see what they had done to her, but the collar
restricted her movements, as did Patch's insistent pull on her right arm.

   Fighting pain and fatigue, Rhianna allowed herself to be led out of the
building.

   It was her first view of the outside world since leaving the ship and
she saw she was right in guessing that she was in the desert.  But where
was another matter entirely.  Her view was short lived though, as she was
pulled into a barn-like structure filled with stalls.

   Rhianna wasn't as surprised as she thought she should have been when she
saw who occupied the barn.  She had heard of ponygirls, of course, and had
even been in harness once herself.  But she hadn't seen anything like what
she was shown now.

   There were about eight or nine women and men, all in individual stalls,
all naked like herself.  Some were harnessed, some were free to move
around, but all had their hands fastened behind them, and a couple wore the
same collars she did.

   Rhianna stared at them all, some of whom returned her stare, as she was
led past them to a stall of her own.  Patch locked a chain to her ankle
once she was inside, and then went to a box on the wall nearby.  It was a
first aid box, and he brought back a bottle and some clean rags.

   "It's okay, Missy," he whispered, his voice barely audible.  "You'll be
fine.  Just stand still for me and I'll take care of you."

   Rhianna didn't want to stand still.  She tried pulling against the chain
that held her in the stall.  She was beginning to lose her mind, there was
panic overtaking her.  She had been raped continuously for days, stripped
and bound, and had just had something painful done to her most intimate
area.  She was now naked in a strange place, being treated like an animal,
and like an animal, she could no longer speak or protest what was done with
her.  She was tired and hurt and angry, and it was all becoming way too
much for her.

   So far, an understanding of what was happening to her had helped her
hold back the old fears, the brutal memories of her first time in shackles
under the thumb of Hiro Atamo.  But she had reached the end of her tether
and was about to let go.

   She began to cry and howl, activating the collar once more and sending
herself to her knees.

   Patch went down with her and began to run his hands over her exposed
skin.  He whispered to her, soothing remarks, a litany that he repeated
over and over again.

   Against all odds, it seemed to work on her and Rhianna felt herself
calming under his touch.  The movement of his hands soothed her aching
muscles, and the calmness of his voice gave her a focus.

   After a while, she just lay there in the straw that covered the floor of
the stall and sobbed quietly to herself.  She only barely noticed when
Patch used his first aid supplies to treat her new injury, and once she
gathered enough control, she looked down to see what had been done.

   She saw a tag, like an army dog tag, hanging from a short chain.  The
tag had a few numbers on it and a barcode.  The chain itself was solidly
attached to a large ring that had been pierced through one of her labia.

   She had been pierced against her will!

   Rhianna began to cry once more, but Patch stayed with her, soothing her
with words and his touch.

   Rhianna looked up at him, grateful for the compassion he was showing
her, when something caught her eye.  Hidden in the patchwork of scars on
his body were three round scars close to his hip.  These scars were much
older than the rest, and Rhianna saw they were injuries received from a
gun; bullet holes.

   Suddenly, all thoughts of her own predicament were put aside as she
realized where she had seen this exact pattern of scarring before, and in
shock, she looked up into Patch's face, searching the familiar features for
some sign of the person she knew this to be.

   "Cory?" she whispered, hoping that a whisper would not activate the
collar.

   Patch stopped talking for a second, his face creasing in confusion. 
Then he was back to normal, his litany picked up where he had left off.

   "Cory, it's me, Rhianna," she whispered.

   Patch stopped and looked at her for a moment, looking like he was trying
to say something.  Then he smiled and patted her hip.  "It's okay, Missy.
You'll be fine," he whispered back and stood up.

   Rhianna wanted to call out to him, to get him back so they could talk,
but he left the stall, closing the door behind him.

   Rhianna struggled to her feet but said nothing as he walked away, not
daring to test the collar again.  Instead, she watched as the man she knew
to be Cory Lincoln, her ex FBI partner and a man she thought had died at
the hand of Hiro Atamo, walked away.

   Inside she was screaming, but outside she was as quiet as the rest of
the ponies.



End of Part 13

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