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Subject: {ASSM} To Catch Rhianna   Part 20  (BDSM)
Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2000 12:10:14 -0400
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To Catch Rhianna   Part 20




The silence of the night was broken by the approach of a Ford Custom van
along a dirt highway in South Georgia.  It slowed, as the driver searched
for the turn off, and then proceeded slowly along a driveway so overgrown
with brush that branches from nearby trees grazed the vehicle on both sides.

The driver was unconcerned; he'd made pick-ups in weirder places.  Besides,
the client's references had checked out.

The driveway opened up to reveal a log cabin sitting in the middle of a
clearing.  There was one car parked in front, and a couple of motorcycles.

The van pulled up next to them, but angled so that it could leave without
backing up first.

Out of the van stepped a Hispanic looking man, not very tall, but with a
visible toughness you wouldn't want to argue with.  He stood by the van for
a moment, smiling, savoring the night air and the almost silence of the
forest around him, before making his way to the cabin's front door.

It opened before he got there.

"Mr. Booth?" asked the Hispanic man.

The man in the doorway nodded.

"I'm the Collector, I'm here for a pick up," said the man.

"Inside," said the figure in the doorway, and then stepped aside.

The Collector walked calmly through the door, his eyes taking in everything.
He saw that the interior of the cabin had been pretty much stripped of
everything except for a large wooden table in the middle of its single room,
and a bed in one corner.  Exposed roof beams crossed overhead, and standing
under one of them was a naked young woman, her wrists bound in rope and
pulled high over her head by the chain that hung down from the ceiling.

The Collector smiled at the sight of the blonde, and relaxed a bit.  Cops
wouldn't have exposed anyone like this.

The room was lit with a couple of lanterns, so he wasn't surprised when
someone stepped out of one of the dark corners.  He WAS surprised at who it
was, as was the man doing the stepping.

Matthew Anderson walked out into the middle of the room with his mouth open,
confusing Bart, who was supposed to have played the role of Joseph Booth in
their planned scenario.  Somehow, the plan had already gone to pot.

He watched, as did Stacy from her bound position, as Matthew and the
Collector walked slowly to each other, shock on both their faces, until they
met and began to hug.

Bart and Stacy exchanged shocked glances of their own!

The two men in the middle of the room began hammering each other on the
back, and soon they were both laughing.

"Mick, you bastard, how have you been?" Matthew kept saying.

"Matt, fuck me, what are you doing here?" the Collector would reply, until
both men broke down laughing.

Matthew turned to the other occupants of the cabin with a big grin on his
face.  "Folks, this is Mick Alvaro, we grew up together as kids.  I haven't
seen him since...what, when we were seventeen?"

"That's about right," said Alvaro, with a smile.  "You and I left the
Compound around the same time."

"You before me, but only by a month!" said Matthew.

Bart felt a need to speak up at that point.  "So you're friends, then?" he
said.  He didn't know what was going on between these two, but at the top of
HIS mind was Rhianna Summer.

"Practically brothers," said Matthew.  "Mick, this is Bart Maxell, and over
there, looking beautiful in nothing at all, is Stacy."

Alvaro's smile began to fade a little as he looked at Bart.  "It's good to
see you after all these years, Matt, but what's going on here?  I came for a
job, I'm here for a man named Booth."

"A bit of a deception, I'm afraid," said Matthew, "but then I had no idea it
was going to be you."

"What's going on?"  Alvaro's tone was quite serious now.

Matthew was very happy to see a long-lost friend, but he too had Rhianna on
his mind.  Still he figured meeting Alvaro was a great bit of luck.  "Mick,
we were expecting a fight, but with you here, I hope it doesn't come down to
that.  We need your help."

Alvaro took a breath, and looked over at Stacy for a moment, who blushed
under his attentions.  "What do you want?"

Matthew gestured for Bart to cut down Stacy, and took his friend by the arm.
"Information," he said, "A couple of weeks ago, you picked up a woman in New
Orleans..."



---***---



An hour later, they were all sitting around the table; some chairs had been
found piled in a corner.  Stacy was now dressed, and sitting with them was
Joseph Booth, who had hidden in the forest prior to the Collector's arrival.

Out in the open now was Joseph's plan, and Alvaro had just got done telling
the group of the condition he had found Rhianna in.

"I'll kill the bastard," Matthew said angrily, speaking of Henri Bouchard.

"Are you sure she'll be okay?" asked Bart, rubbing his face with both hands.

"Yes, she'll heal fine.  I only hope she is a strong woman, for to be raped
like that can break the backs of most," replied Alvaro.

Bart gave Booth a dirty look.

"Where is she now?" Joseph asked.

Alvaro sighed.  "I tell YOU, and I'm done in this business!"

"What business, Mick?" Matthew said.  "Smuggling men and women around the
country?  It would be one thing if they wanted to go, but from what I'm
told, you handle only those who don't.  How many kidnappings have you been a
part of, Mick?  How many homes have you helped pull apart?  How many
children have..."

"NO!  Never children!" exclaimed Alvaro.

"Glad to hear it!  But you've taken mothers, sisters.  How the hell did you
get into that business anyway?  No, don't tell me."

"It's all just smuggling, Matt, no different from a trade you used to be in.
Yes, I know what you used to do.  Word travels in our select profession."

"My cargoes were never unwilling people!"

"Which I'm sure were not as profitable!"

Matthew and Alvaro stared at each other.

"Guys," Bart said carefully, "let's not forget, this is about Rhianna."  All
the men relaxed a little, a tense moment passed.

"She means a lot to you, this girl, huh?" Alvaro said to Matthew.

"Yes," Matthew replied, looking at the floor.

"How much?"

Matthew looked up at him.  "A lot."

Alvaro leaned forward.  "How...much?" he asked, and he gave a meaningful
look at the leather bands visible on Matthew's wrists.   Matthew Anderson
and Mick Alvaro were both from the same place, they both knew the
significance of those bands.

Matthew glanced at Bart, who was also interested in his answer.  This was
not something Matthew wanted to talk about with anyone but Rhianna herself,
but Alvaro's attitude suggested he wasn't going to be put off.  If needs
must...

"I love her," he said quietly,  "I need her.  She...makes me whole.  If it
weren't for her, I'd be either dead or still doing what you're doing.  She
took me from the self destructive life I was leading and gave me hope, a
sense of...well, self.  When we are together...it's..."  Matthew ran out of
words.  He hadn't voiced his feelings like this ever.  He felt out of his
depth.

Alvaro watched him for a moment.  Again he gestured with his eyes at the
wedding bands on Matthew's wrists, and this time Matthew answered with an
almost imperceptible nod. Understanding, Alvaro turned to look the rest of
the group.  The girl, Stacy, was smiling softly, a tear in one eye.  The
real Joseph Booth had a stern, worried expression on his face, and the man
Maxell looked like he had just been told a friend had died.  Alvaro realized
that Matthew wasn't the only one carrying a torch for this woman.

"Well," he said finally, "I've been meaning to retire soon anyway.  I'll
tell you where she's being held."

Matthew tried to keep the relief out of his voice, but failed.  "Thank you,
but I wish that was all we needed; getting her back won't be easy."

Alvaro grinned, "Yes, it will.  Easier than you think."


---***---



Rhianna limped into the stable with the pony team.  True to Yochim's word,
she had been sent out every day with one of the teams for exercise.  Before
her foot surgery, she had been able to keep up with them, but now she was
having trouble again.  Only recently allowed to run by Dr. Wessman, Rhianna
was learning to run all over again, for now she had to run on her toes, or
suffer the beads under her heels.

She still didn't know what they did to her feet and ass to cause such
discomfort, but it was effective. She could not sit down for more than a few
seconds or stand flat footed without sharp pain.  It was driving her crazy.

Patch and Ruthy took pity on her struggle to stay on her feet, and washed
her down first, soothing the tired muscles of her legs with massage and hot
water.

She was feeling a lot better by the end of the bath, and was looking forward
to being led back to the house, when the barn door opened to admit two men.
Rhianna was bound with her back to the doors so she couldn't see who came
in, but she recognized the voice of Martin Yochim right away.

"I've had the place redone since you were last here," he said to his
companion.  "I redid the stalls, made them a little larger, and added better
surveillance and ventilation.  It's almost livable in here now!"

The men, for his companion sounded like a man, both laughed.

Rhianna turned to look at Patch and was surprised at what she saw.  She had
gotten used to Patch's ever-present smile, and had over time resigned
herself to the fact that the Cory Lincoln she knew was gone forever.  So it
was surprising to see him suddenly lose that smile.

In its place was fear, pure fear.  The man looked like a rabbit caught under
a spotlight; he was scared to death.

He stood up straight, and Ruthy, who was rinsing Rhianna's feet, looked at
him with concern.  Then she turned to see who had come in and she too paled
and stood up.  She folded her arms in front of her naked breasts; Rhianna
had never seen her be anything but topless.

Now Rhianna was frightened, who the hell was behind her?

Yochim was still talking.  "I have a good team right now; they are all doing
very well, and I should get some good prizes out of them," he said.  "There
are even a couple of good sprinters in the team, so I'm having a shot at the
individual pony classes as well!"

"Don't get too greedy, my friend," said the other man, and Rhianna's blood
turned to ice.

It was a voice she would never forget, a voice that had haunted her for
years.

Hiro Atamo.

Rhianna froze, hoping that if she remained still enough, she wouldn't be
noticed.  More than ever, she hated the bonds that held her; she wished
nothing more than to be free so she could run!

"Greed is a good thing, Hiro, it got us both what we wanted!" Yochim
laughed.

The men walked into Rhianna's view, and she and Hiro locked eyes.  He looked
different.  Gone was his hair and western dress.  Now he was bald like the
women he kept, and in more traditional oriental garb.  He was also very tan,
as if he had spent some time in the sun recently.

He was also smiling, and that smile was directed at Rhianna.

"Ah, there she is," he said, as if he had been expecting her.

"I think she's almost done," Yochim said.  "Patch, is she ready yet?"

Patch was frozen, staring at Atamo, but after a second, he nodded slowly.

Atamo chuckled.  "Patch, what an...appropriate name.  When I had him, we
named him Ki."  Atamo approached the scarred and broken man and tapped his
eye patch.  "I remember giving him this," Atamo said.  "I hope he has
behaved himself since I sold him to you."

"Patch has been great.  He has a natural talent with the ponies, and he's
the best trainer I've ever had," replied Yochim with pride.

"Then I'd say you got a bargain," Atamo said with a smile.  He noticed Ruthy
standing nearby, and passed right by the very frightened Rhianna to go to
her.

"Who is this?" Atamo asked, puzzled at the girl's poor appearance.  She
obviously didn't fit the standard slave girl mode, even though he was aware
that plump women were almost a fetish in themselves.

"That's Ruthy, she helps out Patch with the ponies and keeps him warm at
night.  Not much to look at, but worth it to keep Patch happy, which keeps
the ponies happy, which keeps ME happy."

"I see."

Ruthy was looking down at the ground, unable to lift her eyes.  Atamo gave
her a look of contempt and then turned his attentions on Rhianna.

"It is good to see you again, Agent Summer," he said to her.

Rhianna was scared, and felt as vulnerable as hell bound naked to the post
behind her, but somehow she still had the courage to swear at him.  But it
only came out as a whisper, her voice completely gone now.

Atamo laughed.  "Yes, Yochim-San, I do like this new procedure of yours.
You will find it very popular in Japan.  My countrymen on the whole do not
care for gags, they spoil the beauty of the female face."  He reached out to
brush Rhianna's cheek and she tried to bite him.

Atamo pulled back and laughed.  "She still has fight in her, good."

Without warning, he punched her hard, right in the stomach, and as Rhianna
fought for breath, Atamo walked away.  "Have her delivered to my room, ring
gagged, of course.  Now let's see your team."

Yochim gave Patch the orders and then the two men moved on.

Patch and Ruthy, with bitter expressions on their faces, prepared Rhianna as
ordered, and led the scared Agent out of the barn and to her fate.



---***---



"You've received an invitation, Mistress," said Edward, kneeling for his
evening report.

"An invitation, how nice!" replied his Mistress, the aging Diane Brahms.
She was paging through some old photo albums, something she liked to do a
lot.  Occasionally as she turned the page, Edward would catch a glimpse of a
black and white photograph depicting some kind of obscene act."

"Yes, Mistress.  Martin Yochim has invited us out to his farm in Nevada for
a special get-together.  The regional pony races begin tomorrow, and he is
hosting a dinner for some of the competitors and sponsors."

"Really?  I do love the ponies!"

"Yes, Mistress.  He also said it would be a good way for you to observe the
training of your two new girls."

The old woman turned another page, and to an outside observer she might have
looked like she was ignoring Edward.  But Edward knew she was actually deep
in thought.

With a sigh, his Mistress closed the book and leaned back.

"Pass on my regrets, but I won't be traveling tomorrow.  I just don't have
the energy."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Tell me, do you have a progress report on the two female slaves?"

"Yes, Mistress.  They are both coming along well, and have both healed from
their surgeries.  Amy Nelson is undergoing training as a dining and kitchen
slave, skills she only had a bare knowledge of before, while Rhianna Summer
is getting a full workout between house duties and pony training.  In fact,
her training was suspended today upon the arrival of Hiro Atamo."

"Hiro is there?" Diane Brahms said, a big smile crawling across her wrinkled
face.  "Wonderful.  I did promise the man a little revenge; I hope he
doesn't go too far, though.  There has to be enough of that girl to go
around."

"I'll pass on your message, Mistress," Edward said.

"Any news about Matthew Anderson?"

"Nothing more since he disappeared two days ago.  Our people are still
looking for him.  We HAVE learned the identity of his companion, a Mr. Bart
Maxell, but have no more information on him.  It is suspected that the man
is hired gun, a former associate of Anderson's, for he seems to just stay in
the background and watch over Anderson.  We are making inquiries.

"Joseph Booth has also left the city with his submissive, there is no
information as to where he might have gone."

"That really isn't good enough, Edward," said the old woman.

"Yes, Mistress."

"I mean it, Edward.  I want Anderson's location by tomorrow, understood?  I
also want a lever we can use against him; find me some dirt."

"Yes, Mistress," said Edward, and he left to do her bidding.





End of Part 20.



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