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Subject: {ASSM} To Catch Rhianna  Part 15  (BDSM)
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To Catch Rhianna  part 15




Rhianna slept reasonably well, despite what she had been going through.  Her
body still needed rest and took it when it could find it.

She felt better both physically and in spirit when she woke up in the straw
of her stall, and even managed to hold on to that feeling for all of two
minutes, before sounds from the rest of the barn disturbed her.

She struggled to her feet to see that the barn was lit by sunlight streaming
in through skylights in the roof.  Dust and particles of straw danced in the
air, illuminated by the beams of light that streamed into the building.
 From the angle of the rays, Rhianna saw that she had slept through much of
the morning, and she was surprised that she had been allowed to.

She also saw that a number of the other men and women she had observed in
here the night before were now gone, but still a few remained.

There were a couple of men, both completely naked, who stood silently in
side-by-side stalls.  Their hands looked like they were bound behind them in
some way, and on their heads they both wore a harness and bit gag.  A chain
hung down from the ceiling in each stall, and both men had their head
harness connected to the chain, so all they could do was stand.  Each of
them sported a tremendous hard on, and to Rhianna they seemed very well
endowed.  She also saw that hanging from their ball sacks were a chain and
dog tag like hers.

Both men had seen Rhianna get up, and they watched her silently.

Rhianna pulled at her bound hands, trapped behind her, but could do nothing
to stop them looking at her naked body.  In the end, she just ignored that
aspect of herself since it was not likely to change any time soon.  She was
used to being nude in front of strangers; she could handle it.

The only other occupant of the barn was in a stall next to hers.  This was a
woman, also nude but for a full body harness that did not cover anything
that normally was covered.  She too was standing, forced up by a head
harness and bit gag attached to a chain.  Her hands were locked into cuffs
that were attached high behind her back.

The woman was also watching her, but as Rhianna glanced her way, she looked
down at the ground and sighed.

Rhianna padded over to the common half wall of their stalls, dragging the
chain attached to her ankle behind her, and got as close as she could to the
woman.

It was then that she noticed something strange about the woman.  She was
standing on her toes; her heels clear of the floor.  Looking up, Rhianna
could see that the chain the woman was attached to didn't force her to
maintain such a posture, there was enough slack for her to come down and
even walk a foot or so, but it was obvious from the woman's quivering leg
muscles that she had been on her toes for some time.

"Hello..." Rhianna said, forgetting for a moment about the collar she now
wore.  Her throat was shocked and she fell in the soft straw, fighting
against the pain.

Once it was over, she got to her feet, truly shaken, to see all three of the
other occupants of the barn watching her closely, concerned looks on their
faces.  Yet none of them said anything, even though they didn't wear shock
collars like Rhianna did.

The woman inclined her head, as if asking a question, and Rhianna coughed
and nodded that she was okay.  The woman gave her an encouraging smile and
turned away again.

Rhianna figured that they must all be ordered to silence, for the bit gags
they wore certainly would not have impeded their speech much.

Maybe there were cameras in the barn somewhere watching them, so that was
why even though they were alone, they didn't break their silence.

Or, Rhianna thought, they were simply very well trained.

She began to wonder if they were here voluntarily, or if they had been
kidnapped as she was.

Pressure from her bladder began to put those thoughts aside, and after some
deliberation, she found a corner she could pee in.  As she did, she noticed
that the men had looked away from her, and she was glad for that little bit
of privacy.

Rhianna heard noises again, and saw that they actually came from outside the
closed doors of the barn, which opened to admit Patch.  He had with him four
submissives, two men and two women, all in body harness with their arms in
binders behind them.  One of the women also wore a shock collar like
Rhianna's.

All four of the ponies, as Rhianna began to think of them, were linked
together with chains connected to their waist belts, and all four looked as
if they had just been exercised hard; they were all sweaty and their feet
and legs were dirty.  The women were in front of the men, their breasts and
pussies on prominent display because of the harness they wore, while the men
brought up the rear, their extended erections threatening to poke the women
from behind.

Following them was another woman, unbound, but strange never the less.  Just
like Patch, all she wore were boots and a pair of jeans.  It was odd seeing
her topless like this.  She looked young to Rhianna, maybe in her late teens
or early twenties; unlike the other women in the room, she was no beauty.
She was plump, her breasts large and sagging slightly, and her face was very
plain.  She wore her hair long, but it was without much shape or color.  She
seemed out of place here.

Rhianna looked from her to Patch, who held reins attached to all four
ponies.

Patch, or Cory as Rhianna was convinced he was, smiled when he saw her
watching him and handed over the leather reins he had been leading the
ponies with to the other woman, whom Rhianna later learned was called Ruthy.

He walked over and entered Rhianna's stall.

"Hello, Missy," he whispered gently, "I'm glad you're up."

Rhianna moved to him.  "Cory," she whispered, "don't you know me?"

Patch looked at her blankly for a moment before continuing what he was
doing.  "You look better, Missy.  I hope you slept well."  He began running
his hands over her again, gently checking her injuries.

"Please, Cory!" Rhianna said, almost tripping her shock collar.

Patch looked up at her.  "You aren't supposed to talk, Missy.  Don't make me
tell on you!"

Rhianna closed her mouth.  She was suddenly afraid again.  This WAS Cory, of
that she had no doubt, but what had happened to him?  He was a shell of his
former self, as if he had been given a lobotomy or something.  Was he still
the man who had been her partner for her first years with the FBI?  And
whatever it was they did to him, would they do it to her too?  And why did
he always speak in a whisper?

"You thirsty?" he asked her, reminding her that she was.

Rhianna nodded and he went to get a bucket of water.  As he did so, Rhianna
watched Ruthy with the human ponies.

She had by this time separated the women from the men, and tethered them all
separately to the posts that held the roof of the barn up and defined the
large aisle between the two rows of stalls.  The ponies had room to move
about in their tethers, and Rhianna noticed that they too all stood only on
their toes.

Ruthy was in the process of undoing the chains between the two men and once
she had she took hold of the untethered male by the penis and led him over
to another post.  The man went without a fight, and allowed himself to be
tethered.

Patch came back at that moment and put a bucket of water on the ground.
"There you go, Missy," he whispered.

Rhianna looked at him in horror.

"Missy, if you want a drink, you drink from the bucket."  Patch's simple
smile never faded from his face, yet the tone of his whispered voice seemed
sharper.  Rhianna found herself reassessing the man.  Whoever Cory was now,
he was not the simple pushover he acted like.

Reluctantly, Rhianna got down on her knees and stuck her head in the bucket.
As she drank, she didn't notice Patch leave the stall and head for a
storeroom at the far end of the barn.  By the time she was done drinking in
this awkward position, he had returned, and she rebelled instantly at what
he held in his hand.

It was a head harness and bit, just like all the others wore, and for some
reason the sight of it scared Rhianna.  She began using her body, silently
bucking and pushing to keep Patch from putting it on her.  Patch, for his
part, didn't force himself on her; he just kept fending off her blows until
he had her trapped at the end of her ankle chain.  Then with a practiced
ease, he slipped the harness on over her head and buckled it on.

Through it all, he kept on saying, "It's okay, Missy, it's alright.  I'm not
going to hurt you, it's okay."

He kept on whispering it as he led the defeated Rhianna over to the center
of her stall, where he connected her head harness to the dangling chain
above it.  Now she was stuck in one place.

Rhianna expected an order to get up on her toes, but Patch said nothing
about it.  Instead he ran his hands over her once more, patting her gently,
and generally got her to calm down with his gentle touch and his soothing
voice.

Her fear was gone when he finally left her, but it left her uneasy.

Forced to stand now, she watched in increasing fascination as Patch joined
Ruthy in what was probably their daily duties.

Ruthy had by now separated all four of the ponies, and had one of the women
standing alone in the middle of the area between the stalls, hooked by her
head harness to a chain hanging from above.  Ruthy was just starting to
remove the girl's body harness when Patch joined her.  They had a short
whispered conversation, which Rhianna couldn't hear, and then Patch went
back to the storeroom.

He returned with another bucket of water and what looked to be cleaning
supplies, and after putting them down he helped Ruthy finish "Undressing"
the ponygirl.  When it came time to unhook her hands from behind her, all
they did was bring them round and connect them together again to the chain
overhead.  At no time was the ponygirl given a chance to be free.

Rhianna watched as Ruthy and Patch quickly bathed the ponygirl, washing down
her sweat and cleaning her skin.  They used sponges and their own hands, and
while they worked Rhianna thought she could hear Patch talking to the girl,
keeping her calm.  They took great care to get her clean, and even removed
the head harness to wash her short hair.

Once done, the ponygirl's hands were locked behind her once more, and she
was led to her stall by Patch, who had hold of her dangling dog tag.

Rhianna knew that there was no way she would try to run with that in
someone's hands.  As it was, her own piercing still hurt her, but it was a
pain that blended in with the other sores and injuries she had.

Patch got a ponyboy next, leading him over to be cleaned in the same way
Ruthy had, by holding onto his penis.

It was still hard, and Rhianna began to wonder how the ponyboy managed it.
Was all this pony stuff THAT erotic to these men, that their erections were
always at full mast?

The women didn't look like they were that aroused.

Rhianna glanced over at the stall of the freshly washed ponygirl and saw
that Patch hadn't chained her to the overhead chain like the others; the
girl was getting a drink from a bucket, on her knees with her ass pointed at
the aisle.

Rhianna thought maybe these people were being allowed to rest.

It was when Ruthy and Patch were washing the third pony, the other male,
that the silent scene was interrupted.

Through the door came Yochim, dressed in riding clothes and carrying a
riding crop.  All the ponies seemed to stiffen at his presence, and even the
resting ones stood up on their toes.

"Good job with the red head," Yochim said as he walked in, "she's a lot
better under harness than she was a week ago."

Patch smiled and whispered something.

"I bet she was happy to be out of there," laughed Yochim.  "I have the other
group outside waiting for you, they ran well but they're still an uneven
team.  Not as good as this foursome yet!  Take them out again this
afternoon, and see if you can find a balance.  Switch someone if you have
to, I want the team up to par in two weeks!"

Patch nodded.

Yochim stood in front of the ponyboy who was still being washed by Ruthy.
He stared the bound man in the eye for a moment before digging in a pocket
for a hard candy.

"Samson," he said, "Your team is perfect, and I expect good things from you
at the meet."  Yochim smiled and popped the candy in the ponyboy's mouth.
The ponyboy smiled with genuine pride, happy with his Master's praise.

So was Patch, who smiled broadly as Yochim visited each of the team in turn,
and gave each of them a candy to suck on.

Patch looked to Rhianna to be full of paternal pride as the man who held
them all captive fussed over his human ponies as if they were the real
thing, and again Rhianna wondered where the real Cory Lincoln had gone to.

Yochim spent a minute in the stall of a man who had been in the barn when
Rhianna woke up, checking the man's foot of all things, and shaking his
head.  He stood up and swatted the man's dick once, making it swing from
side to side, before leaving the man alone again.

And then it was Rhianna's turn.

"How's our new girl doing?" Yochim asked, coming into her stall and standing
close to her.

"I let her sleep in, she needed the rest," whispered Patch who had followed
Yochim in.

"She needs a bath too," Yochim replied.

Rhianna closed her eyes as Yochim began to examine her, touching her here
and there, and generally letting no part of her go unlooked at.  He pinched
her nipples and pushed a finger into her dry pussy while he was at it.  He
pulled it out with a shake of his head.

"What training did you want for her, Sir?" Patch asked him.

"Just the basics.  Simple dressage and cart training.  No team work.  Once
you feel she's up to it, she's to run five miles a day, either in harness or
alongside a team if you can't take her yourself.  Her sponsor was adamant
that she be kept fit.  News of her condition was not well received, I'm
told."

Patch nodded.  "I'll take her out this afternoon, see how she does."

"Very good," Yochim replied.  He dug a candy out of his pocket and held it
in front of her mouth.

"Rhianna, do well here and obey what you are told, and things will go very
easy for you," Yochim said quietly to the FBI agent.  "Understood?"

Rhianna held his look for a moment, then nodded.

Yochim smiled and popped the candy in her mouth.  "I don't give treats like
this for just anything, you have yet to earn this one."

Rhianna nodded again, not wanting to get on this man's bad side.

Yochim turned to face Patch.  "You have her for a week, then she sees
Wessman for surgery, after which she goes to the house until she is picked
up.  But I expect you will still get her each day for her runs."

"Yes, Sir," Patch whispered, looking over at Rhianna.

Yochim nodded and left the stall.  He went over to Samson, the ponyboy, who
was getting dried, and took Ruthy by the shoulders from behind.  She stopped
what she was doing and just stood silently as Yochim let his hands drift
down to cup her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples.

Ruthy bore this in silence, her expression not one of passion but one of
resignation.

"Ah, Ruthy," said Yochim from behind one of her ears, "you tempt me, you
really do!"   He laughed and let her go, and chuckled all the way to the
door before leaving.

Rhianna happened to look at Patch at that moment, and saw that his normally
placid facial expression had been replaced with something darker.  He went
over to Ruthy, who hadn't moved, and hugged her from behind as Yochim had
done.  He didn't molest her naked breasts though, instead he just held her
while she closed her eyes and leaned into him.  Then, after a moment, they
parted and went back to work.

Rhianna watched their interaction with interest.  Were they a couple?  They
both certainly seemed out of place in this haven for beautiful people.
Rhianna would have thought that Cory could have had his pick of sexual
partners in this place, but maybe he didn't.

Rhianna thought about that and how Patch seemed to resent Yochim touching
Ruthy, until the second pony team was brought in from the outside.

Like the first team, which was now clean and resting in their stalls, this
team had also been worked hard.  But what caught her eye were not the
condition of the team or how they were identically dressed and bound, but
the identity of one of the two women in the front row.

It was her abduction that had gotten Rhianna involved.

It was Amy Nelson.

She looked as tired as the rest of them and unlike the other three, she
alone wore a shock collar.  She stood silently, her head bowed, as Ruthy and
Patch separated the ponies and led them off to be tethered.

Rhianna wished she could say something, anything that would let Amy know
that she knew who Amy was.  But she feared her own collar and could do
nothing but stand silently.

At least it confirmed a suspicion she had that Amy's kidnapping had nothing
to do with slavers in the Bahamas.  Something bigger was afoot!

Amy was washed first, and as the woman stood Rhianna noticed one more thing
about her.  She didn't stand on her toes.

Rhianna wondered if this meant anything, for Patch was unconcerned about her
being down on her heels.  Rhianna tried to remember if any of the others
stood flatfooted, and remembered that the other girl in the shock collar
also didn't stand on tip toe.

Helpless, Rhianna watched as Amy and the others were cleaned and led to
their stalls, then Patch came for her.

Docile, Rhianna allowed Patch to take her arm and lead her over to the
chain.  She was glad he hadn't pulled on her piercing like he had the
others; even Amy he had led away like that.

Perhaps he knew that such a new piercing was still too tender for such
actions.

Rhianna was actually glad for the bath, as both Ruthy and Patch worked on
her.  They were tender in their touches, and Patch talked to her all the
time, whispering quietly in his way.

Rhianna even found herself being partially aroused by the bath, much to her
surprise.  She realized that Ruthy tended to linger on her erogenous zones a
bit more than Patch did, giving her nipples extra squeezes and massaging
certain spots on her body that also seemed to have an affect on her.

She was therefore feeling a lot better physically after her wash than
before, and was led calmly back to her stall.

Patch and Ruthy then let down the two men and single woman who had been
forced to stand all this time, and got them something to drink.

Food was delivered next, in flat metal pans that all were expected to eat
out of without their hands.  It looked like a mush of some kind, and was
fairly tasteless.  But Rhianna was hungry and ate as much as she could, her
face half covered in the stuff by the time she was done.

Ruthy cleaned her face before taking the pan away, and Rhianna found herself
with time to rest.

As she lay there in the straw, she watched Amy, who was pacing back and
forth in her stall.  She looked upset, as well she should be, and Rhianna
hoped that sometime she would be able to talk to the girl.

It was with thoughts like this running through her head that Rhianna fell
asleep.



---***---



"Come on, Missy, wake up!"

Rhianna stirred and opened her eyes.  The rays of sunlight had changed
position and were now slanting the other way.

Rhianna struggled to her feet with Patch's help and padded off to her corner
to pee.  She also had to shit, and she stood helpless as Patch cleaned her
up afterward.

While this was probably the most intimate thing she had ever done with Cory,
it actually hadn't been the first time he had seen her naked.  That event
took place just before their ill-fated trip to Hiro Atamo's boat for the
party they were going to crash.  Rhianna and Cory had decided to practice a
little to get into their undercover roles as Master and Slave.  They had no
idea what they were doing or how ill prepared they were.  If only I knew
then what I know now, Rhianna thought to herself.

She remembered how embarrassed she was getting undressed in front of Cory
that first time.  It had not been easy.

Yet, now here she was, not only naked but having her ass wiped by the man.
But he wasn't the same man anymore.

When he was done, he led her out to where Ruthy was putting pony gear back
on the second team again.  For a moment, Rhianna was actually standing next
to Amy, who was already in harness, and the Agent risked one whispered word.

"Amy!"

Startled, Amy looked up at Rhianna, who was led over to her own pile of pony
gear.  Up to now, no one had known her, and she was rarely even called by
name.  But now there was a slave in here that knew who she was!

For the first time since that horrible night she had been taken, Amy felt a
spark of hope.

Ruthy quickly fitted Rhianna with a body and head harness, and when done,
the four ponies and Rhianna were led out of the barn.  The sun was hot and
so was the ground under their bare feet, but it was still good to get out.

Rhianna saw a single cart sitting outside, a four-wheeler with a single
shaft.  She stood to one side as the team was backed into place and locked
to the shaft, and then Ruthy led Rhianna over.

She tied Rhianna's reins to the cart and went back into the barn.

Patch had climbed into the cart, and with a flick of the reins, the team
started up.

Rhianna was still sore, but actually looked forward to the exercise.  She
ran every day she could, and she knew that while painful, this exercise
would be good for her.

She hadn't counted on the chain and dog tag between her legs though, and the
constant swinging and banging as her thighs hit it caused painful jerks to
her pussy.

Patch steered the team away from the buildings and onto a track that wound
around the open desert.  He set a fast jog, one that Rhianna would normally
have been able to keep up with ease, and the miles began.

As Rhianna struggled, she was aware of Patch using a long handled whip from
time to time on the team, or adjusting the reins.  He seemed intense on
something the team was doing, and it looked like Amy was the one getting
most of the attention.

But after a short while, Rhianna stopped observing and just concentrated on
the run.

It was awful.  She was not used to running barefoot, so her feet were
awfully abused by the rough ground they ran on.  Also, she always wore a
sports bra when she ran, and now her breasts were unsupported, flapping
around painfully.

Add that to the painful yanks of the chain, and the general ache of her
body, and soon her stamina gave out.  It was only when the reins attached to
her bit were actually dragging her along that Patch stopped the cart.

Rhianna stood, breathing deeply, her body in agony, as Patch climbed down
and examined her.

"You hurt, don't you, Missy?" he whispered, checking her out.

Bit in mouth, Rhianna nodded.

Patch undid the reins from the cart and led her off the track.  He sat her
down on the sand and produced a set of cuffs, which he used to lock her
ankles together.  "You stay here, Missy, and we'll pick you up on the way
back."

Rhianna was alarmed, she had expected to ride in the cart, but Patch walked
away and Rhianna couldn't call out after him.

He climbed up and whipped the team into action, and soon they disappeared
into the distance.

Rhianna looked around.  Except for the track there was nothing man made in
sight but her own bondage.

Naked under the burning sun and not able to travel at all, Rhianna found
herself completely alone and helpless in an environment about as far from
her city home as possible.

The middle of the desert.





End of Part 15.


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