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Subject: {ASSM} To Catch Rhianna   Part 16  (BDSM)
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To Catch Rhianna   Part 16



Matthew Anderson was on his way back to New York, sipping a scotch in the
first class lounge of his flight to the Big Apple.  He had declined the
Brown's invitation to stay with them until Joseph Booth returned to New
York, not because he had anyplace else to be, but because the atmosphere of
the group had grown a little colder.

The story of how he and Rhianna had met had come out in all the story
telling the night before, and his intimacy with Rhianna had caused Bart
Maxell to look at him in an entirely different light.

Not that Bart said anything, not that ANYONE had said anything.  But it
seemed to Matthew that he was more the outsider than ever before, their
hopes for Rhianna's happiness resting on Bart and not on him.

As for Bart, well, Matthew would bet that the man didn't regard him as just
Rhianna's friend anymore.

So Matthew bade a swift goodbye to the group, but not until after Bart told
him that he would join Matthew in New York when Booth was there to be talked
to.

For that, Matthew was grateful.  He didn't know if he could get Booth to
talk on his own, having a friend of his there was going to help.

Still, it didn't provide the clean break from Bart that Matthew wanted.  He
knew that eventually the two of them would have it out over Rhianna.



---***---



Eight days later, Booth came home.

A very restless and frustrated Matthew Anderson called the Valley and Bart
Maxell to pass on the news of his return.

Bart told him to wait until he got there before approaching the man.

Matthew found that a hard instruction to follow.  It had been almost two
weeks now since Rhianna went undercover, with no word from her.  Matthew had
called the FBI several times to see if she had returned, and he had also
left several messages on her answering machine.  He had even called Vessor
one more time, but was coldly deflected by the man.

Therefore, he was not in the best of moods when he went to JFK airport to
pick up Bart.

Bart came with a surprise, though; he had brought someone with him.  Maria
Brown.

"Hello, Matthew," she said with a smile.

Matthew's mood softened in the presence of the beautiful woman, and he was
actually relieved that he would be able to avoid being alone with Bart.  He
wondered if Bart had brought her along so he wouldn't have to be alone with
HIM.

The two men exchanged nods but no words.

"Still no sign of her?" Maria asked, concerned.

Matthew shook his head.  "Nothing.  Nothing except the faxes her boss is
getting from her.  He isn't budging from his position that I don't need to
know where she is.  I hope we have better luck with your guy Booth."

"I'm sure we will," Maria said sweetly.

After collecting luggage, Matthew took them over to Rhianna's apartment.
Bart still had the key, and he and Maria were going to be staying there.

Matthew had wanted to take another look at the place, to see if Rhianna had
left any notes about her assignment behind, but Bart wouldn't let him near
the place until he got there himself.  "I didn't find anything the first
time, but that's no reason not to look again," he had said.  "But I'll do
the looking."

Powerless on that front, Matthew could do nothing but agree.

Rhianna's apartment was small enough that a careful look around took very
little time, and of course nothing was found that bore on their quest.  So a
call was placed by Maria to Joseph Booth, and after unpacking, they went to
see the one man that they thought could help them.



---***---



Matthew was impressed by the Booth residence, a large home on larger private
grounds on Long Island.  As they drove through the gate, Matthew noticed
Maria's expression turn pensive for a moment, until she caught him looking
and forced a smile back on her face.

Matthew had heard the story of her kidnapping at the hands of Joseph Booth's
ex-wife, and he didn't blame her for associating the place with bad
memories.

They were met at the front steps by a cheerful looking blonde, who shared a
hug with Maria after formally greeting both the men.  Matthew learned that
her name was Stacy and that she was Booth's private submissive.

He accepted this easily, as he accepted Stacy's fetish version of the
housemaid uniform, an outfit of rubber and latex that parodied the standard
black and white frilly uniform of screen and legend.  But Bart was still
amazed by what he saw.

A part of Bart was completely blown away by people deciding to live this
way.  He was okay with the occasional kinky moment-certainly he had learned
a few things being Peter's friend and dating Rhianna-but it had never
occurred to him that for some people it could be a lifestyle choice.

He followed the very sexily dressed Stacy into the house with his mouth
hanging open.

Stacy led them to the library, where Joseph Booth waited for them.  He
greeted both Maria and Bart warmly before being introduced to Matthew.

"Matthew Anderson?" said Booth.  "Yes, I know about you."

"How so, Sir?" Matthew asked him, determined to be polite.

"Word travels, young man, especially now.  You've been making waves."

"Waves, Sir?"

Booth smiled and waved everyone to chairs.  Bart and Matthew both took their
seats while Stacy fetched them drinks from the bar, but Matthew was
surprised to see Maria kneel on the floor.

"I know why you're here," Booth said as he settled into his own chair near
where Maria was kneeling, "and I'm afraid you made a wasted trip.  I can't
tell you where Rhianna is."

"Can't or won't?"  Matthew asked him.

"I don't want you messing up what is looking to be a successful case."

Bart leaned forward.  "Well if you won't tell him, tell me!"

Booth shook his head.

"Come on, Joe.  I don't care about her case.  I just want to know if she's
okay."

"She's okay, Bart.  Don't worry about her," Booth said with a smile.

"How do you know that?" asked Matthew.

"You know how, Mr. Anderson.  I believe you have spoken to Assistant
Director Vessor yourself!"

"You mean those faxes he's been getting?"

"Certainly."

Matthew sighed.  "I guess it hasn't occurred to you that anyone can send a
fax?"

Joseph frowned.  "Can I ask what makes you think Rhianna is in any trouble
at all?"

Matthew looked at him, but couldn't say.  There was nothing he could put his
mind on, nothing that he could talk about with any certainty.  He looked
over at Bart, and saw that the other man also seemed to be wrestling with
his thoughts.

"I thought so," Joseph said.  "Now look here, you two.  The Rhianna Summer I
know is a very capable woman who has persevered through assignments that
would have crippled others.  There are no doubts in my mind that she is in
full control of whatever position she is in right now, and that she will
return to us with her job completed.  It might be tomorrow, or it might be a
month from now; we'll just have to wait and see.

"Now I know the two of you have a vested interest in her safety.  Yes, Mr.
Anderson, I know more about you than you think.  But there is no reason why
you both can't just sit back and wait like the rest of us."  He paused and
sipped at his drink.  "Don't you fellows realize that what you're doing
could be more dangerous to her than what she's going through right now?
What if word got back to the people she's investigating that someone is
looking for her.  DO you want to blow her cover and jeopardize her safety?"

Both Bart and Matthew felt like schoolboys in the Principal's office.  They
both shook their heads.

"I didn't think so," concluded Joseph Booth.

There was silence in the room for a few minutes as the men digested Booth's
speech.  It was broken by Maria, who up to now had said nothing.

"Sir, what if she IS in trouble?"

Joseph looked down at his former slave for a moment, taking in her beauty.
It had been his pleasure to be this woman's Master for a full year until he
lost her love to the man who was now her husband.  No, he didn't lose her
love; it just happened to be that Peter Brown could give her something she
needed that he could not.  There was still a great deal of affection between
them, and it showed during the times they spent together.

Looking at her now, though, brought back memories of how he nearly lost her.
Of how she had been kidnapped by Hiro Atamo simply because he had taken a
liking to her at a party of his they had attended.  It had been Rhianna
Summer, a captive herself at the time, who had brought Maria back to him.
He owed the Agent more than he had ever admitted to anyone, and he owed her
even more because of this assignment.

"I'm sorry, but my hands are tied.  If you had concrete proof that Rhianna
was in danger, I'd help you myself.  But..."

"Joe," Bart said, "Isn't it enough that we're friends?"

Joseph said nothing.

Bart was shocked.  He put his drink down and stood up.  "I'll go wait in the
car," he said as he left the room.

Matthew was fighting different emotions.  He was wrestling with the idea
that Joseph might be right.  What if he was so blind in his quest for
Rhianna that his looking for her created the very danger he felt she was in?

He looked over at Maria, on her knees next to Joseph, and was surprised to
see her gesture at the door with her head.  Her face held a determined look,
and Matthew realized with new hope that it wasn't over yet.

"I'll go talk to Bart," he said as an excuse to leave.

Maria waited for Matthew to leave before getting up.  She stood in front of
Joseph and looked down at him.

"Okay, Joseph, let's have it," she said.

"What?" Joseph asked her, an incredulous look on his face.

"Where is Rhianna?"

"Maria, I just explained why I can't tell you that..."

"Bullshit, Sir!  This isn't about keeping her safe or protecting an
investigation.  This is about peace of mind, which you really haven't helped
with!"

"Maria, remember who you're talking to!" Joseph said sternly.

"I hope I'm talking to a man I love, a man who has earned my complete trust,
something that is STILL hard for me to give to anyone.  I hope you're still
the man I spent a year with on the end of your chain, and not a man
corrupted by the power of Cynthia's money and Cynthia's home.

"I know you're a major player in the Organization now, with what you have,
there is no way you couldn't be.  But I hope to God that the Joseph Booth I
served is still in there somewhere.  Is he?"

Joseph's face grew dark.  "Maria..." he began, then he stopped.

 From her place at the bar, Stacy watched, open-mouthed.  She had never seen
anyone dress down her Master that way.

Joseph took a moment to collect himself, then he pointed at the floor in
front of him.

Maria ignored his gesture and sat in a chair.

"Maria, there are bigger things at stake here," he began, "bigger even than
Rhianna.  So much is happening."

"What things?" Maria asked firmly.

"Events have to run their course."

"What events?"

"Maria.  What I tell you, it can't get to those two men."

"It HAS to get to them, don't you understand that?  The only way you're
going to stop them is if you soothe their fears.  I don't know Matthew at
all, but I know Bart, and he isn't the type to let go."

"Well, from what I've heard about Mr. Anderson, he isn't the type to let go
either," Joseph agreed.  "And of the two, he's the most capable, and the
most dangerous."

Maria got up and knelt before her ex-Master.  She put her hands on his lap
and leaned in close.  "Sir, please tell me.  Do you know where Rhianna
really is?"

Joseph sighed, and then nodded.

"Is she in danger?"

Joseph thought about that for a moment.  "Only if our plan doesn't work."

Maria felt a surge of anger flow through her.  "Well, thank heaven you have
a plan!  I'm sure that's providing her with a lot of comfort, wherever she
is right now!"

Something in Joseph's eyes made her pause.

"She DOES know doesn't she?  You didn't send her in some place blind?"

Joseph looked at her, but wasn't going to answer.

"My God, Sir!" cried Maria, "You know what she's been through, what WE'VE
been through!  How could you send her someplace without telling her what
she's getting into!  What if she DOES get into trouble?"

"She'll be okay."

"Will she?  Are you SURE?"

"I told you, this is bigger than her."

"So you're willing to sacrifice her?"  Maria stood up and walked away from
him.  "I was wrong, Joseph, you aren't the same man you were when I was with
you."

"Maria..."

"Tell me, Joseph.  Tell me what's so damn important that you'd risk the life
of a friend!"

He told her.



---***---



Rhianna felt better.  Almost all her original aches and pains had gone,
although a few places on her body were still tender to the touch.  Most of
her bruises had faded, and she was looking a lot more like her old self.

She felt fit again and at full strength, due in the most part to the care
she had gotten here at Yochim's camp.  Rhianna had to admit that while she
had no real idea what plans they had for her, they were concerned about her
health.

Under Patch's care, she had recovered from the terrible gang rape in better
condition than she was before it.  Physically at least.

Mentally, she was just hanging on.

Right now, she was in the dressage ring, her body tightly wrapped in a
network of leather straps that bound her arms behind her, yet let everything
else remain free.  It also exposed her naked body completely to the
attentions of Patch, who stood in the center of the ring, holding the long
reins that were attached to her bit.

He also held in his other hand a bullwhip, which he was not afraid to use
when he needed to.  Rhianna had been scared to death when she first saw him
with it, but had since learned the hard way that he didn't use it abusively.
He mainly used it just to reach out and touch someone, something he did
delicately and without leaving any kind of mark lasting more than a few
hours.

His control was exquisite, and more than once Rhianna's idle mind wondered
where he learned the talent, and how much practice he must have had to be
that good.  When Patch used to be Cory, he wouldn't have known one end of a
whip from the other.  Yet looking at his body now, you could see that he
knew both ends of the whip very well.

At night, in her stall, Rhianna spent a lot of time thinking about Patch,
and how the Cory she used to know seemed to be gone forever.  She had tried
several times over the first couple of days to get his attention, whispering
due to the sensitivity of the shock collar she wore, but Patch had not
responded to her as Cory.  After he began gagging her with real gags every
time she tried to talk, she gave up.

Now she just went through the daily routine with the other human ponies,
running with the teams in the morning and going though dressage or pony cart
lessons in the afternoons.

Rhianna had not had another chance to talk to Amy Nelson either, although
the brunette did stare her way a lot of the time when they were around each
other.  It was incredibly frustrating to Rhianna to be within a few feet of
her quarry, yet be so unable to do anything about it.

But as Rhianna's strength grew, so did her determination to escape and get
help.  She kept her eyes open and knew that this place couldn't keep up its
security forever.  Even it took months, she would find a way out.  If she
was HERE for months, that is.  She couldn't help wondering who the hell her
sponsor was?  Who did this to her?

Who ever the guy was, if it were a guy, he would pay for taking away her
life.  Even if she had to bide her time and bite his dick off the first time
she gave him a blowjob, it would be worth the beating she would get.

A sting on the back of her knee brought her mind back to her task.  Even
though she was too far away from Patch to hear him whisper, he still had a
way of telling her what he needed done.  A hit behind the knee meant she was
not raising it high enough.

Rhianna lifted her knees higher as she trotted around in a circle, and
counted the minutes until she would be led back to the barn and washed down.

She loved being washed, it was the only real pleasure she got apart from
sleep.  Everything else about her life at that moment seemed designed to
either keep her in discomfort or pain, or just plain exhaust her.  But being
bathed was none of those things, it was pure heaven.

Such a simple thing, yet for Rhianna Summer the world was shrinking into the
enjoyment of simple things.

Rhianna felt the pull on her reins that signaled a stop, and she came to a
halt as she had been trained to do, both feet together, her posture
straight, her breasts thrust forward.

It had taken many stripes on her back for her to learn this trick.

She saw the reason she had been stopped; Martin Yochim was standing outside
the fence with one of his men.  Patch walked over to him, and they had a
quiet conversation before Patch handed the unknown man her reins.

Rhianna suddenly felt afraid.  She hadn't realized how safe she felt under
Patch's care, how the concern he had shown for her as she healed had helped
her adjust to the humiliating role she was supposed to play.  She had
forgotten that it would only be temporary.

When the man began to pull on the reins, leading her to one of the gates,
Rhianna began to fight back.  She did not want to leave, and had no other
way of showing it.

It took a hot lash across the buttocks for her to stop struggling, and a
part of Rhianna felt betrayed when she saw Patch coil up his whip and point
at the gate.

Docile once more, Ex-Special Agent Rhianna Summer of the FBI let herself be
led away from the ring and away from the barn where she had lived for the
past week.  And as she walked, she remembered what Yochim had said her next
stop would be.

Surgery.




End of part 16.


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