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Subject: {ASSM} To Catch Rhianna   Part 17  (BDSM)
Date: Mon,  7 Aug 2000 06:10:05 -0400
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To Catch Rhianna   Part 17



Bart and Matthew were back inside again, fetched by Stacy at Maria's
command.  Joseph's former slave wanted the men to hear what he had just told
her.

"Her name is Diane Brahms," Joseph began, "a relative newcomer to the New
York area, but an influential one.  She brought with her contacts in cities
not just around the country, but around the world, and in essence created
the organization I belong to, that protects the identities of high profile
individuals who indulge in our lifestyle.

"She's seen by many as the Grande Dame of our culture, and is held in such
high regard that for all intents and purposes she's untouchable."

"I've heard her name," Matthew said, a resident of the city for many years
before his two-year jail term.

Joseph nodded.  "For the first few years, she ran the Organization, then she
retired to pursue private projects.  Not much has been heard of her lately,
but then no one is surprised, she is quite old.  But she does make the
occasional appearance at prominent parties."

Booth gestured around himself.  "It was after I assumed control of all this
from Cynthia that I began to find out what those private projects were.
Apparently, she and Diane Brahms either worked together on mutual projects
or had some of the same contacts.  Either way, they corresponded, and
Cynthia kept copies of all their letters.  As I worked my way through
Cynthia's private papers, I began to realize a truth that disturbed me
greatly.  Diane Brahms was not the person I thought she was; in many ways,
she made my ex-wife look like a saint.

"I began to make inquiries, a word here, a question there.  I needed to
confirm what Cynthia had recorded, and conformation I got.  Diane Brahms is
involved with illegal slavery, kidnapping, extortion, murder...  The list
goes on.

"Needless to say, I was shocked.

"The trouble was, there was nothing I could find that I could take to the
police, so much of the information was tied up in some way with prominent
people who were innocent of what was going on around them.  I began to
wonder if that was why she created the Organization, so that no one would
dare prosecute her.  Believe me, if she came down, half the Fortune 500
could fall with her.

"But I knew something had to be done.

"I had to expose her, but not to the police, she was too well protected for
that.  I needed to expose her to the Organization, and for that I needed
concrete proof of her illegal activities.  It wouldn't be enough to go to
the council with anything less.  Once the truth was exposed, then she would
be...dealt with.  Ironically, she herself set up her own punishment...if I
succeed.

"So, as a first step, I began to shift my own policies.  I wanted to meet
her, to become enough like her that she would allow me into her inner
sanctum.  She has a core group of people working for her, people within the
Organization.  They do all her dirty deeds.

"I needed to be a part of all that so I could gather more evidence against
her.  But as time went by, I realized that I could never push past the outer
layers, what I needed was someone who could burrow in from the other side,
as a submissive rather than as a Master, yet survive what was most certainly
a much tougher road."

"Rhianna," Bart said.

"Yes, Rhianna, or someone like her.  In the end, I knew it would have to be
Rhianna, I couldn't ask another submissive to do this job; someone like
Stacy would get butchered for no reason at all because they wouldn't know
how to both survive and be effective as I need them to be.  Rhianna was the
only person with the training I needed.  But I wasn't close enough to Diane
Brahms for me to get her interested in Rhianna yet, or so I thought.

"Then I had a chance meeting in the Bahamas with a man the Organization had
been watching for awhile.  He was being considered for membership and
protection, but no one had contacted him yet.  So I took it upon myself to
do so, and discovered that this man was just what I was looking for.

"His name is Ben Lane, and he's a gold trader in London, a very successful
man in his line of work.  I knew that the amount of money he dealt with
would appeal to Diane Brahms, so I told her all about him, and how having
someone like him on her payroll could help her own finances tremendously.  I
figured that if I did her a favor, she'd be more willing to do one for me!

"I thought she'd approach Lane and blackmail him somehow into giving her
money; I had no idea that she'd kidnap his submissive and use her against
him.  When our contact in the Bahamas, a man named Philip Townsend, called
me about the kidnapping, I was shocked!"

"What?" Matthew said.  "You mean you sacrificed someone else to your cause?"

"It was not meant to happen!" replied Joseph.  "But it did and there was not
much I could do about it.  But it did wonders for my credibility with Diane
Brahms, and when she asked me if there was anything I wanted in return, I
told her I wanted Rhianna Summer.

"I was surprised when she said she knew of her already, but then Rhianna's
reputation was spreading quickly.  Apparently, Rhianna had become...a side
project of Diane Brahms already, but she hadn't made any decisions about
what to do about her yet.  I understood that the presence of an investigator
who could successfully insert herself into our world was not something Diane
was comfortable with.  I wasn't surprised.  I think the idea of taking her
and making her my slave appealed to her.

"Between us, we put together this plan of having Rhianna take over the
investigation of the kidnapping, and in turn be taken herself once she was
out of the country.  I told her that I knew Rhianna's boss, and would have
no problem making the arrangements for Rhianna to be at a certain place at a
certain time.

"Rhianna was taken by Diane's people, and is now someplace here in the
country, being trained."

"So you don't know where she is?" asked Matthew.

"I have an idea.  I found references to a training farm in Nevada in
Cynthia's papers.  I don't have any evidence of her being there, but it's a
good chance that she is."

"So, it's all a set up, and Rhianna knows nothing about it," Matthew said in
total amazement.  He couldn't believe that a man as respectable as Joseph
Booth would do something so insane.

"It was important for her to react as she actually would under these
circumstances.  If Rhianna showed any sign of foreknowledge, it would have
been dangerous for her," Joseph replied.

"And you don't think it's dangerous now?"

Joseph had no answer for that.

"You're a fuck, you know that?" Bart said.  "Worse than this woman you're
trying to put away.  You don't use up your friends like that!"

"I HAD TO!" yelled Joseph suddenly.  "Can't you see that this is bigger than
her, bigger than all of us.  This woman controls slave farms in a half dozen
countries.  There is one in the Bahamas itself.  Ben Lane met a young woman
there who had been brought up from childhood to be nothing but a sexual toy
for these people.  Unlike Stacy, who has a choice about how she wants to
spend her life, this girl had no choice.  It really would cost her her life
not to be the slave they want her to be, and there are many more like her
out there.  Not to mention all the men, women, and children kidnapped for
someone's pleasure, or killed because Diane wished it.

"And it's not just the people she's harmed already; it's also the people she
has yet to harm.  What if the daughter of a friend of yours is taken and
turned into someone's fuck toy because I didn't do anything to stop Diane
Brahms when I had the chance?  Could you live with that?"

Bart stood up and went over to the bar.  He sat on a stool, his back to the
room.  Stacy put a hand on his shoulder but she was ignored.

Matthew sat, containing his anger.  "So tell me, Joe.  Now that you have
Rhianna kidnapped and training to be a sex slave, what's the next step in
your brilliant plan?"

Joseph bowed his head.  "Now is the hardest part.  We wait.  I get her back
in a month and a half, and then we'll both testify before the council.
Diane Brahms will be taken care of then."

"Yeah," Matthew said, disgusted, "I bet she will.  And what about Rhianna,
in what condition will she be in after all this?"

"She should be fine.  I didn't ask for anything special in her training.  I
told them just the standard regime.  I doubt it's anything she hasn't
handled before.  She HAS done undercover work before, you know," Joseph said
with a knowing look at Matthew Anderson.

"I know, and I don't think much of those tactics either," Matthew replied.

"Why, because those tactics got you caught?"

Matthew held tighter to his anger, but it was getting harder.  "I don't like
her undercover work because she goes in helpless.  Hell, she becomes
helpless in so many ways it scares me to death!  But then, I doubt she has
anything to be scared of this time, since you prepared her well!"

Joseph gave Matthew a dirty look.

"What about the girl?" Bart asked, not turning to look at anyone.

"The girl?" Joseph said.

"Ben Lane's submissive.  What about her?"

"Once we take Diane Brahms down, we should be able to take down all her
projects, and hopefully we will recover the girl."

Bart turned around then and got off the stool.  He moved quickly for his
size and reached Joseph in seconds, swinging a punch that connected with
Joseph's jaw with surprising force.

Stunned, Joseph held his face and stared up at the angry Bart Maxell.

"You fuck!  If any harm comes to either of those two women, I'll be back to
make sure you suffer as much as they did!" Bart yelled.  Then he stormed out
of the room.

Matthew got up slowly.

"We'll wait out your plan, Joe, but be prepared to deal with both of us at
the end of all this."

"Matthew, there's no need..."

"Shut up.  You've said enough already!"  Matthew left the room, following
Bart out to the car.

Maria stood up as well, and looked at Joseph, who still sat in his chair
nursing his jaw.  Shaking her head, she followed the men outside.

It was several minutes before Joseph spoke again.

"Stacy, I am doing the right thing aren't I?"

"The right thing; yes, Sir.  But the right way?" said Stacy sadly.



---***---



Ben Lane was in the Bahamas.

Having spent a good deal of money, which he could afford, and time, which he
didn't think he could, he had finally received the closing reports from the
private security company he had hired to investigate Philip Townsend.

What he got was a thin folder filled with not very much, certainly not what
he was looking for.  There was nothing in it to tell him either way whether
the man could be trusted or not.

Ben figured that he would have to rely on his gut.

So after spending one last evening looking through the large collection of
pictures he had been sent of his beloved Amy, he flew at private expense
from the British Isles back to the Bahamas aboard a private plane.

He had called ahead and arranged to meet with Townsend in a hotel in Nassau,
where he planned on talking, bribing, or beating the truth out of the man.

It was 4 am when he reached the hotel, the plane waiting at the airport for
his immediate return, and he went straight to the suite where they had
arranged to meet.

He knocked on the door and a voice said, "Come!"  It didn't occur to him
until he opened the door that the voice wasn't Townsend's.

Whom he saw surprised him.  It was a man dressed all in black; black pants,
boots, T-shirt, and a black leather jacket.  The man was sitting in an
armchair on the other side of the suite.

"Close the door," Ben was ordered.

"I'm sorry, I must have the wrong room," Ben said, backing up.

"No, you don't," the man said, his voice calm and flat.

Ben heard a noise behind him and he turned to see another man dressed like
the first.  This second man closed the door to the suite.

Ben suddenly felt trapped, and his whole body tensed up.

"Who are you?" he asked the first man.  "I'm here to see Phil Townsend."

The man looked at him with cold eyes, then he gestured toward another door.
This door led to the suite's bedroom.

Ben moved slowly toward it, but neither of the other men moved.

Ben eventually made it to the bedroom door and opened it.  He didn't need to
go in, what he saw from the doorway was enough.

Phil Townsend was indeed in the room; shirtless, he lay half collapsed
against the bed, his arms thrown across the top as if reaching for purchase.
His head lay to one side at an awkward angle, fully revealing the very deep
cut into his neck and the enormous amount of blood that coated his body and
the floor underneath him.

It was very obvious that he was dead.

And he wasn't alone.

Tied down spread eagle to the bed was his wife, Alicia.  She was naked, and
it was obvious that she had been raped repeatedly, as her pubic region was
bruised and coated in dry semen.  She had been killed where she lay, her
throat cut like her husband's, and her bled-out white skin contrasted
strongly with the deep reddish brown of the drying blood around her.

All this was coupled with a stink in the air of bowels released, combined
with a metallic odor that went straight to Ben's stomach.  He back-peddled
away from the horrifying sight, tripping over a coffee table and falling on
his back.

His stomach was rebelling, and he rolled to throw up, only to find that one
of the men was holding a plastic bag at the ready.

Not caring, Ben vomited into the bag, until only dry heaves were left.  He
kept his eyes on the carpet as the man handed him a wet wipe to clean up
with.  The wipe went into the bag.

The first man was still sitting in the chair; in his hand was a thin but
lethal looking knife, which he toyed with as he spoke.

"Forensics," he said, gesturing at the bag.  "We don't want you leaving too
much of yourself in this room, do we?"

Ben looked at him and sat up, his mind still filled with the images from the
bedroom.  "Why...why them?  Who are you?"

The man with the knife took an envelope out of his pocket and threw it at
Ben.  Out of the envelope spilled pictures.

In spite of his shock, Ben recognized the people in the pictures.  He saw
Desmond Kopachi and his wife, and most of the pictures had either her or him
accompanied with lots of children.

"The next time you ask a question you're not supposed to ask, or in any way
attempt to locate your missing property," said the man, "we follow up this
visit with Mr. and Mrs. Townsend with a visit to that lovely family.  If
that still doesn't convince you, then we are authorized to make a visit to
your property, and from the pictures I've seen of her, we would have a very
good time indeed."

Ben's anger flared, and he was about to get up and charge the man when he
saw that the other man was holding a gun on him.

"Temper, temper," said the first man, who was getting up.  "We won't have
any more contact if you cooperate.  Come, let us take you back to your
airplane."

Ben had questions he wanted to ask, had to ask, but instead he remained
silent, numbed into submission by the brutality of these men, and the
threats against Amy and the children in the pictures.

He allowed the men to take him out of the hotel, and back to his plane.



---***---



"Mistress, Mr. Lane has been dealt with; I doubt he will give you any more
trouble."  Edward knelt before the old woman as she finished putting on her
makeup.  He had just received the latest report, and as was his custom, he
related it to her immediately.

His Mistress glanced down at him for just a second before returning her
attention to her mirror.  She knew that someone like Ben Lane didn't back
off easily.  He'd find another way.  "What about Anderson?  Where has he got
to in his investigation?" she asked him, applying more blush to her wrinkled
face.

Edward squirmed.

She looked down at him again, this time giving him her full attention.
"What aren't you telling me?"

Edward swallowed nervously.  "Mr. Anderson was seen yesterday entering and
leaving the estate of Joseph Booth, Mistress."  Edward braced himself.
While his Mistress wasn't one to shoot the messenger, she was liable to kick
them.

Instead, all she did was grunt and return to her makeup.

"Mistress?" he asked her, puzzled.

"Joseph Booth is not important right now.  Anderson may or may not be able
to get Booth's version of events out of him, but even if he does, he won't
know the real truth.

"How Booth ever expected me to believe he was one of us, I don't know, but
his only use to me was in helping me get that agent of Vessor's out of
circulation."

"Does this mean that you have no intention of returning Rhianna Summer to
him as his slave?"  Edward asked.

The old woman known to Joseph Booth as Diane Brahms gave Edward one of her
special smiles.

"My dear Edward, there are a number of people that I know who would enjoy
having that woman helpless at their feet a lot more than Joseph Booth would.
Right now, she is being prepped to MY orders, and after that, she will...go
on tour!"




End of Part 17.


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