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Subject: {ASSM} To Catch Rhianna   Part 21   (BDSM)
Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2000 17:10:32 -0400
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To Catch Rhianna   Part 21



There were a lot of people about the yard on race day.

The Western Regional Pony Derby was by invitation only, but the list was
long and covered serious pony devotees from not only the western half of the
U.S., but also Mexico and western Canada.

Martin Yochim had campaigned for three years to host the semi-annual event,
and had built at his desert home a pony track worthy of an Olympic stadium.

The family business may have been in the training and selling of slaves, but
his passion was in his ponies.  He expected great things from his teams.

Consequently, on opening day the invited public made his normal security
measures a shambles.  People roamed everywhere, and it was only because some
of the buildings on his land were locked and guarded that most of the
visitors remained unaware of the more illegal aspects of his business.

Those who did know were already clients.

But it was a festive day, very much as you'd find at any sporting event.
Except that at your average ball game, the players were never exhibited in
various states of dress or undress, or placed in various forms of bondage.

Most were there voluntarily, and were indistinguishable from those that
weren't.  Such is the nature of BDSM in general; it's hard to tell the
difference sometimes.

Because of the influx of people, no one noticed the Ford Custom van pass
through the gates except for the guards who knew the diver by sight.  It
made its way slowly to the house and parked.

Out stepped Alvaro, Matthew, and Bart.  Matthew and Bart looked around,
rubbernecking at all the exposed flesh in strange pony gear.  The Collector
didn't bother.  Despite his being in the business, BDSM held no interest to
him beyond the professional.

"Come," he said, and his companions followed.

The house was not open to the public, and there was a guard at the door who
nodded as they approached.  The guard knew the Collector by sight as well,
few people ever forgot him.

Bart was impressed by the change in the man.  Despite the urgency of the
situation, Alvaro had insisted that he drive the group out to Nevada rather
than fly.  He never flew when he could drive, he told them.  So on the long
trip, Bart had gotten to know the man in his usual way.  Despite the things
Alvaro had done in the past, Bart found himself liking the guy.

But here, Alvaro had slipped back into his Collector persona, and Bart could
easily see why others gave him a wide berth.

The guard let the Collector by with hardly a broken step, and reluctantly
let Matthew and Bart in also on his say-so.  He did follow his orders
though, making a note on his log and radioing the arrival of the men to the
other guards on duty.

"Where is Yochim?" Alvaro asked the guard.

"The Formal Dining room, Sir," said the nervous guard.  "There's a private
luncheon in progress."

Alvaro nodded and walked on.  He led Matthew and Bart to a set of doors
further down the hallway of the huge house, and without pausing, opened
them.

Inside the large room there was indeed a dinner going.  Tables had been
arranged in a U shape, and around the outside, maybe three dozen people sat
and ate.

Serving them were a half dozen naked slave girls, chains hanging from their
labias, carrying trays of food or pouring out drinks.  Other slaves, male
and female, clothed and unclothed, were about the room as well.  The private
slaves of many who were there, they either helped with the serving or
provided more intimate favors.  Some were posed as living works of art,
while others engaged in sex acts while their owners watched.

It was one of the nude servers who noticed Matthew and his party first; she
came up to them and bowed her head before asking in a whisper if they wanted
a drink.

"Take me to Yochim!" the Collector ordered.

The girl nodded and led Alvaro away, walking on tiptoe.

As ordered, Bart stood by the door while Matthew accompanied his friend.
Bart scanned the room, looking for Rhianna and Amy, and spotted the brunette
serving food across the room.

Alvaro had not liked it, but both Matthew and Bart had insisted on including
Amy Nelson in on the extraction.  They both felt the need to make up for
Joseph's plan as much as possible, so getting her out was a necessity.

Bart was wondering how to attract her attention, when he decided to utilize
his dominant side, after all, when in Rome...?  He stopped a passing slave
girl and asked her to go fetch Amy.

Amy Nelson was not surprised at the request; so far that day she had been
groped a dozen times in almost as many places, and had given head to three
men all old enough to be her father.  She was running on autopilot by this
point, and blindly followed the order she had been given to meet the man by
the door.  She licked her lips in anticipation of another blowjob, and
wished for the millionth time that someone would come and rescue her from
this hellhole.

When she got to the man, she dropped to her knees and bowed her head.  She
expected the guy to start undoing his pants, but instead he told her to
stand up.

It was a big guy, she had to look up to see his face, and what she saw
surprised her.

He had none of the lust or self-importance that she had seen on most of the
people here, although she did notice his eyes travel down her naked body a
few times, stopping for a second on the dog tag and chain she wore on a ring
pierced through her pussy.  But he did look slightly worried, and maybe a
little disgusted at his surroundings.

The man bent low, until his head was next to hers.

"You're Amy Nelson, right?" he asked.

Amy was shocked.  Apart from that other slave girl whom she hadn't been able
to talk to, no one had said her name for a long time.  She nodded, unable to
speak because they had done something to her voice.

"I'm Bart, and I'm here to get you out.  Just act normally, Amy, and
everything will be fine.  We have to wait, because we're trying to get
someone else out as well.  I can't see her here, though.  Do you know
Rhianna Summer?"

Amy was absolutely stunned, but she had the presence of mind to keep her
feelings off her face.  Could it be true?  Was she really being rescued?  In
her excitement, she forgot about what he had asked her, and Bart had to ask
again.

Amy shook her head; she didn't know whom he was talking about, unless it was
the slave girl who knew her name.

Bart was disappointed, he had hoped they would find Rhianna quickly so they
could get out of there, but in a compound this large, she could have been
anywhere!

He hoped that the others would have better luck.

One of the diners called to Amy; she wanted her pussy licked.  Amy looked up
at Bart with a pleading expression.

Bart had heard the request.

"Kneel," he ordered Amy, "you're staying with me."

Amy flashed him a smile and dropped to her knees beside him.

The woman at the table protested, until Bart glared at her.  He didn't like
playing the heavy; it wasn't his style.  But with these people, he could
make an exception.

He looked at the head of the table, where Alvaro was talking to a man in a
white suit.

"What do you mean, you've been ordered to pick them up?" Yochim was saying
to Alvaro.

"I have my orders, Yochim.  I pick up these two women and transport them to
New York."

"Who gave you those orders?"

The Collector glared at the trainer.  "You know better than to ask me that!"

"Well, I have my orders as well, and I'm supposed to have those two women
for another month!"

Alvaro leaned forward, both hands on the table.  "I really don't give a
shit, Yochim!  They're coming with me.  I'm paid to move the stock, so move
it I will!"

Yochim had dealt with the Collector on and off for several years now, and he
had witnessed first hand some of the brutal things the man had done to
people who got in his way.

Now, to have that anger turned on him was not pleasant.

He decided to buy a little time.

"One girl you can have now, I see your man has already separated her from
the others.  You'll have to wait for the other one."

"I don't wait," Alvaro said.

"You're going to have to.  She's up with a private client, and those orders
come from the same person who gave you yours!"

Both Alvaro and Matthew were suddenly puzzled.  Diane Brahms was supposed to
be having Rhianna trained according to Joseph's instructions, and those
instructions did not include her use by private clients.

Matthew began to wonder just who was really in control.

"When will she be free?" the Collector asked Yochim.

Matthew was stunned; was he just going to let her be raped by yet another
man?

"Atamo is supposed to have her for a few more days, but I guess I can send
someone for her in a few hours."

Matthew jumped.  "Hiro Atamo?" he asked.

Yochim focused on him for the first time.  "Yes," he said carefully.

Alvaro gave Matthew a dirt look, then turned back to Yochim.

"We'll wait.  I wasn't planning on leaving until the morning anyway, so he
can have her until then."

Yochim nodded.  "Very good.  I think he'll be satisfied with that."

"We'll take the other girl now," said Alvaro, who turned and walked away
with Matthew in tow.

As they walked through the crowded dining hall, Matthew whispered in his
friend's ear.  "You can't be serious!  We can't leave Rhianna alone with
that madman!  He's liable to kill her!"

"You know Atamo?" Alvaro asked.

"I know of him.  He almost killed Rhianna once before.  He knows who she
really is.  She's the reason Atamo stays in hiding and is a wanted man all
over the world!"

Alvaro nodded.

They made their way back to the door, where Bart and Amy waited.  Without a
word, Alvaro passed through them, and Bart ordered Amy to her feet so they
could follow.

Once they left the room, Yochim got out of his chair and pulled a cell phone
from his pocket.  He began to dial as he tried to find a quiet place to
talk.


---***---


Out in the hallway again, Bart quickly introduced Amy to the men, and
Matthew asked if she knew where Rhianna was.

Again, Amy shook her head.

"You CAN talk to us!" Matthew said, a little frustrated, and very scared for
Rhianna right them.

Amy looked down and shook her head; she held her throat and mouthed the word
"Can't."

Bart leaned close.  "You can't talk?  Did they do something to you?"

Amy nodded, her eyes tearing up.

"What about Rhianna, her too?" Matthew asked.

Amy shrugged her shoulders.

"Do you know who she is?"

"No," mouthed Amy.

"Jesus!" Bart said, angrily.

Matthew took the frightened girl by the shoulders.  "What about Atamo, do
you know him?"

Again Amy had to tell them no.

"We have to find her!" Bart said.

"I know!  Don't be so fucking obvious!" Matthew snapped at Bart.

"Wait, did you say that dude Atamo was here?" Bart asked.

Matthew nodded.

"Oh fuck!"  Now Bart knew why Matthew was suddenly on edge.

He was saved from stalking angrily back into the dining room and ordering
Yochim to take him to her by Alvaro, who had made a quick visit with the
guard at the door.

"He's upstairs," Alvaro said, "one of the bedrooms."

The men saw some stairs and headed for them, Amy trailing along behind on
her toes.  On the second floor, they searched each room.

None of the doors was locked, and most of the bedrooms were empty.  In the
few that were occupied, they interrupted various couples and groups in scene
play, and in one, they hit pay dirt.

They almost passed this one by, not recognizing Atamo and not seeing
Rhianna's face.  But it was Bart's keen eye for detail that stopped them, as
he recognized the short haircut Rhianna had worn the day he last saw her.

The men burst into the room and everything froze.

Atamo was dressed in just a loincloth, and he stood to one side of the room,
a huge bullwhip in one muscled arm.  He stood stock still, breathing deeply,
his eyes burning his anger into the intruders.

In front of him hung Rhianna.  She was bound spread eagle, suspended
vertically from four points in the ceiling and floor so that no part of her
touched anything.  Her tightly stretched body was covered with welts, some
of them bleeding.  Her back was to the door, and her head was slumped
forward. From between her legs hung a short chain with a tag attached to it.
Matthew couldn't tell if Rhianna was alive or dead.

"Get the fuck out of here!" screamed Hiro Atamo.

"We're here for her," Matthew said, stepping into the room.

"I said, get out!"  Atamo swung the heavy whip in his direction and cracked
it.

Matthew didn't stop.  He kept walking toward Atamo.  Behind him, Bart and a
very shocked Amy crept in and headed for Rhianna.  Alvaro stayed by the door
and watched.

"I know about you," Matthew said to the Japanese tycoon.  "Rhianna has told
me a lot about how you tortured her."

"So, you are a friend of this poor excuse of a woman," Atamo replied.
"Good, then you can suffer with her!"  He cracked the whip again and this
time was within range to make a strike.

Matthew ducked, but the whip caught him on the side of the head.  He put a
hand to his temple and felt blood.  There was no pain yet.

Behind him, Bart was holding Rhianna, taking the weight of her body as Amy
feverishly worked on unbuckling her restraints.  Amy was glad to see that it
was the slave girl who had talked to her, but was horrified to see that
Rhianna's front was just as badly beaten as her back.  But Rhianna was
alive; she stirred listlessly in Bart's arms.

Matthew closed in another foot on Atamo.  "We're taking her," he said,
"now!"

Atamo grinned.  "You can try!"  He lashed out with the whip again, but this
time, instead of dodging it, Matthew reached out and grabbed it.

Half his arm went numb from the shock of impact, but he held on and managed
to pull the whip from the startled Atamo.  Matthew staggered back and tossed
the whip to one side.

Atamo swore, and ran for a bag nearby on a table.  Matthew had barely
covered half the distance when Atamo pulled out a gun.  He pointed it at
Rhianna, and Matthew skidded to a stop.

"Who shall it be, you or the woman?  You decide!" Atamo said, laughing.

Matthew had no answer.  Catching a whip was one thing, but catching a
bullet?

Someone else in the room spoke though, and he answered with a gun of his
own.

Matthew didn't see the shot, but he did see a neat hole appear just above
and to one side of the bridge of Atamo's nose.  A larger hole must have
opened up in the back of his head, because there was a tremendous spray of
blood.

Atamo's face was probably beyond showing real emotion by this point, but it
still looked shocked as the man collapsed onto the floor.

Matthew, stunned, turned to look behind him.

Alvaro was putting away a handgun he had concealed under his shirt.  He
didn't look at all put out at just killing a man.

"Get her down.  I doubt Yochim's rent-a-cops will stand still for the sound
of gunfire!" he ordered.

Amy had managed to undo Rhianna's arms, and Bart lowered her to the floor,
cradling her head in his lap.

Matthew wanted to be where Bart was, but he knew this wasn't the time to
argue about it.  He helped Amy undo the last of the restraints and then Bart
picked her up in his arms.

With a last look at the dead Japanese, Matthew followed the group out of the
room.

They were halfway down the stairs when their luck ran out.

Waiting for them at the bottom was Yochim and four security guards.

"I don't know what the hell you're doing, but I just called New York and
there are no such orders for these women to be moved!" Yochim said angrily.

"That's because you called the wrong person, you asshole!" shouted Alvaro,
and he launched himself into the air straight at Yochim.  He impacted the
trainer and knocked him and two of the four guards over.

Matthew was a second behind him, having also noticed that the guards were
unarmed.  He leapt and took out a third guard.  "Go!" he yelled to Bart.

Bart moved quickly, Rhianna in his arms and Amy following.

The forth guard tried to stop him, but was brought down by Matthew, who had
grabbed his leg.

Alvaro was up, and again showed off his amazing reflexes by knocking one of
the guards out cold with a blow to the head.

Another advanced on him, and the guard took a roundhouse kick to the side
before being brought down by Alvaro.

One of Matthew's was already out cold, and instead of finesse, Matthew used
brute force to bring down the other man, his tactics learned on the exercise
yards of the State Penitentiary where he had lived for two years.

Yochim had crawled to a corner and was yelling for help into a radio.

The two friends made a dash for the door and caught up with Bart outside
just reaching the van.

Matthew and Amy got the side door open and piled inside, while Alvaro went
around to the driver's seat.  Matthew reached out for Bart to pass Rhianna
to him, and for a moment, he was afraid that Bart wouldn't do so.  But the
moment passed and the naked and slightly bloody body of the woman he loved
was finally in his arms.

Bart jumped in and closed the door, and Alvaro got the van moving.

They moved quickly through the throngs of people enjoying the pony day, and
were unmolested until they reached the gate on the edge of the property.  It
had been shut, and in front of it stood two more guards.

The Collector didn't hesitate; he gunned the engine, and the guards only
just jumped clear before the massive van plowed through the gate.

Soon they were on the highway and away from Yochim.

Rhianna was lying on one of the bench seats, wrapped in a blanket Amy had
found, along with some clothes the men had brought for them.

Amy dressed, not remembering when the last time was that she got to wear
real clothes. She had gotten used to being naked in front of so many
strangers, compared to what else they had done to her it had been the least
of her worries.

Rhianna lay with her head in Matthew's lap, and she woke to see him looking
down at her.

She smiled, and tried to speak, but all that came out was a whisper.
Matthew about lost it there, and he saw that Bart was the same way.  What
had they DONE to her?

"It's okay," he told her, "It's okay.  We're taking you home.  You're safe
now."

Exhausted, Rhianna nodded and closed her eyes.  Her body felt like it was
glowing from all the welts that covered it, but strangely enough, she didn't
feel all that bad.  Although they didn't know it, the men had interrupted
Atamo right after his warm up, before he was ready to really do some damage.

It was with a pleasant smile on her face that Rhianna passed out.

Matthew and Bart exchanged glances.  It wasn't quite over yet.  They had
gotten Rhianna and Amy back, but they still had to deal with Diane Brahms.




End of Part 21.


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