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Subject: {ASSM} To Catch Rhianna   Part 1  (BDSM)
Date: Thu, 20 Jul 2000 09:10:06 -0400
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Author Note:
For those of you who are long time fans, you wont have too much trouble
picking up the plot of this story, and there are many gems inside for those
of you who have followed the Rhianna Summer Adventures.
For those of you coming across my work for the first time, it might be
easier for you if you first read a few other Rhianna Summer adventures
first, plus the story "On the Water".  You can find them all on my site, the
address is at the end of the chapter.

Peter.



To Catch Rhianna   Part 1

By Leviticus.
Edited by Mike Ink.



The thing about doorbells is, they usually ring when it's most inconvenient.
Like the phone, doorbells almost have an instinct for when your hands are
full, or you're busy eating, or, in this case, when you're in the shower.

With the doorbell ringing continuously, Special Agent Rhianna Summer of the
Federal Bureau of Investigation padded angrily across the living room of her
New York apartment.  As she walked, she just managed to hold a towel around
her with one hand while wiping stray soap bubbles off her face with the
other.  She had just wrecked a pair of running shoes while out jogging in
the park and she wasn't in a good mood.  The shower was supposed to have
changed that.

She figured she knew who it was, too.  Two doors down was Mrs. Slocume, an
elderly widow who had moved into the building some weeks before.  Rhianna
had made the mistake of helping the woman haul some groceries into her
apartment one afternoon, and consequently the lonely old lady had "adopted"
her.

Forever dropping by at odd times without any warning, Mrs. Slocume had
quickly risen to the top of Rhianna's "Most Annoying People" list.  Yet the
agent didn't have the heart to tell her neighbor to stop coming over.  In a
way, Rhianna sympathized with how hard it was to live alone.

Rhianna hoped that this time, by standing dripping wet in just a towel, she
could convey to Mrs. Slocume that this wasn't a good time for a visit.

Anything was worth a try, Rhianna thought, even if I have to drop the towel
at some point.

But then she figured that the lonely old lady would probably just bustle in
anyway, while giving Rhianna a friendly scolding for leaving wet towels on
the floor.

Rhianna had a feeling that Mrs. Slocume had lived a full life, and that
little would shock her.

So, prepared to deal with whatever trifle her neighbor had to offer, Rhianna
opened the door.

"Oh," she said.

"Hi Babe!" said her visitor, someone who was about as far from a little old
lady as you could get.

"Bart!" Rhianna said, startled.

"You look good!" Deputy Sheriff Bart Maxell said as his eyes took in the
sight before him.  As an on again, off again lover of hers, he was familiar
with her in all states of dress and undress, still he found the vision
before him extremely sexy.  The towel Rhianna wore barely wrapped around
her, and it left a slit along one side that in no way hid the fact that she
was nude underneath it.  Below it, her well-muscled legs betrayed a supple
strength covered in some of the smoothest skin Bart had ever encountered,
while above the towel was revealed the head and shoulders of a strikingly
beautiful woman, her short hair slicked back from her shower.

Yes, to Bart she looked VERY good.

"Bart, what are you doing here?  How did you get past the Doorman?" Rhianna
asked in amazement, then she thought about it.  EVERYBODY liked Bart; no
doubt, he had just charmed his way inside her security building.

"Oh, I was planning on spending some time in the city, and thought I'd drop
by," he said with a smile.

"In town for what?" asked the agent, getting over the shock of seeing her
lover so suddenly.

Bart laughed.  "Do you normally talk to people in the hallway in just a
towel?"

Rhianna realized she was still standing at her front door almost naked, and
moved inside.  "Come in, close the door," she said.  "Help yourself to a
drink and sit down while I get dressed."

"You don't have to dress on my account," chuckled Bart.

Rhianna gave him a dirty look and disappeared into her bedroom.

Bart snuck over to the doorway and looked in as Rhianna dropped the towel
and began to dry herself with another one.  Of course, she caught him
looking.  With a mock fierceness she really didn't feel, she threw a handy
shoe at him and yelled for him to go away, which he did, laughing.

Unsuccessfully suppressing a smile of her own, Rhianna thought about how
good it would be to have the big man here for a while.  If she was good, she
thought, he might even buy her a new pair of running shoes.

While Rhianna dressed, Bart wandered over to the kitchen and looked in the
fridge.  Smiling, he pulled out a can of beer, his favorite kind, and
surveyed the apartment as he drank it down.

He had been here once before, a single night of passion when he had been a
little too busy to really look around.  But now he had another chance to see
a different side of the woman he loved, a side she normally kept hidden.  He
knew a lot about Rhianna the FBI Agent, and Rhianna the slightly kinky
lover, but not much at all about Rhianna the person.  Pillow talk with her
rarely strayed into personal territory.  In fact, he mused, there was rarely
pillow talk at all, as if the woman was trying extra hard to keep her sex
life separate from the rest of her life.

Bart shrugged and gave the living room a professional once over.  It was
clean, organized, and looked like someone lived in it from time to time,
although he had seen hotel rooms offer a more lived-in look.  It wasn't as
if it was sterile, just a little more bare than he would have imagined.

There were a couch and a couple of easy chairs, some tables with lamps and
magazines, mostly Law Enforcement circulars although a couple were the more
popular celebrity rags.  No TV, Bart noticed, but a bookshelf with a few
elderly looking novels on it also sported a stereo system and a collection
of tapes.  No CDs either, Bart noticed.

One corner of the room had a desk with a desktop computer, shut down at the
moment.  Bart paused there and saw that propped up on a shelf above the desk
were a few family photos.  One looked like a family gathering, a mother, a
father, three girls, and two boys.  Bart tried to figure out which one was
Rhianna, but couldn't tell, none of the kids was over ten years of age.
Another picture had just the mother alone, and Bart could see the family
resemblance.  Another beautiful woman.  There was another thing about this
picture that interested him...

"That's my mother," Rhianna said behind him, making him jump.

Bart turned to see that Rhianna had pulled on a pair of denim shorts and a
loose T-shirt, her legs and feet still bare.  Bart was a foot man at heart,
and he enjoyed seeing this woman barefoot.

"A lovely looking lady," he replied.

Rhianna nodded and walked slowly to the couch, where she collapsed, pulling
one shapely leg under her.

"You look a lot like her," he continued, "it would be nice to meet her so I
would know what you'd look like twenty years from now."

"That won't be easy.  She died when I was fifteen."

"Oh.  I'm sorry," Bart said, meaning it.

"Car accident.  She was killed by a drunk driver."

Bart frowned.  Like most Police personnel, he rated drunk drivers only
slightly above child molesters as far as people went.  He went and sat next
to her.

"Did they get him?" he asked.

"Yeah," Rhianna replied, looking at the floor.

Bart took a swig of his beer while contemplating his next move.  Ever since
he had met her, he figured it was his proud duty to keep this woman happy,
for there was something powerful eating away inside her.

"I couldn't help noticing," he said, "that your Mom was in uniform in that
picture.  What is it, local police?"

Rhianna nodded and glanced up to where the picture sat on the shelf.
"Sheriff's office.  She was a dispatcher before she married Dad.  She gave
up the work to be a full time mom."

"Ah, so that's where you got the bug!" Bart said with a grin.

"I suppose so; I certainly didn't get it from Dad," Rhianna said with a
small smile of her own.

"Yes, I know, all you got from him was that hairy upper lip of yours."

Rhianna actually put her hand up to her lip before seeing the laughter in
his eyes.  "You bastard," she said affectionately, reaching over to hit him.

Bart caught her upper arm and pulled, adding to her momentum and causing her
to topple on top of him.  Surprised, Rhianna suddenly found herself face to
face with her sometime lover.

The two of them were kissing when the doorbell rang again.

"Dammit!" Rhianna said.

"Ignore them," Bart replied, putting down his beer so he could use both
hands on the warm woman on his lap.

"I can't, it's my neighbor.  She'll keep on ringing forever."

Bart grumbled as Rhianna got off him, straightening her shirt as she padded
to the door.

As she walked, she wondered how Bart and Mrs. Slocume would get along, and
figured that the two of them would probably hit it off very well.  After
all, EVERYBODY liked Bart.

Smiling, Rhianna opened the door and got her second shock of the day.

"Good morning, Rhianna.  May we come in?" said Joseph Booth.

"Why, yes Sir, certainly," Rhianna said, stepping back to allow the gray
haired man to enter.  Her third shock came from who was accompanying him;
Assistant Director James Vessor, her boss at the New York field office of
the FBI.

"Agent Summer," Vessor said in greeting as he walked in.

Mouth open, Rhianna almost shut the door on the third person to come in.  It
was Stacy, Joseph's companion, and constant shadow it seemed like.  The
blonde gave Rhianna a welcoming smile and moved quietly to a corner of the
room where she knelt down on the floor.

Joseph had walked into the middle of the room and was introducing Bart to
Vessor.  Joseph knew Bart from his visits to Bart's hometown, where some
very special friends of his lived.  The two tall men appraised each other
before exchanging a quick, but firm handshake.

"Hello," Rhianna said softly to no one in particular as she closed the door.

Feeling a little underdressed in front of the two men in their expensive
suits, Rhianna walked around to where she could face both of them.  She was
surprised to see them here together, although she knew that they knew each
other, and she wondered what it was that brought them to her home.

She had a sneaking suspicion it was going to be a case, one of her 'special'
ones.

Concerned, she looked over at Bart.  He didn't know about that side of her
life.

"Can I get you gentlemen something?" she asked her visitors.

All three men stopped talking and turned to look at her.

Rhianna suddenly began to blush, as each man seemed to make her the center
of his world.  There was something about the way they all looked at her that
made Rhianna feel like she had no secrets from any of them, as if they could
see through the thin clothing she wore to her naked skin.

In the case of two of these men, she had been seen nude, and her Boss on one
occasion had seen her in a state of undress that he normally wouldn't see
any female agent in.

Suddenly she wished for a suit of armor.

"I'll take another beer!" Bart said to her.

Pausing for a beat, Rhianna turned and headed for the kitchen, aware of the
stares behind her.  It was only when she entered the small alcove her
landlord called a fully fitted kitchen that she heard conversation resume.

Coming back into the living room, she found all the men seated.  Vessor and
Booth had taken the couch, spreading themselves out to take up all the
space.  Bart had one of the easy chairs and the other was taken up by the
coats of her new visitors.  Rhianna handed the beer to Bart, and without
much thought sank to the floor next to him.

"What brings you here this morning, Sir?" she asked her boss.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your day off, Agent Summer, but we have some urgent
business to discuss," Vessor told her.

"Business?" said Bart, "then maybe I should leave!"

"Yes, Deputy Maxell.  I'm afraid the business we have to discuss is
confidential."

Rhianna thought that Bart was a little surprised at Vessor's statement.  He
might have offered to leave just to be polite, and now he was trapped by it.

"Alright then," he said getting up and putting his beer down, "Rhianna, I'll
call you tonight."

Rhianna was about to say yes when Vessor cut her off.  "Agent Summer might
be on a plane tonight; this case will take her out of town for a while."

A disappointed look crossed his face, and Rhianna figured he had done a lot
to rearrange his schedule enough to come see her.  Now they don't even get a
half hour together before she had to go.

"Bart, let's talk for a minute," she said, getting up off the floor.

She guided Bart into her bedroom but didn't shut the door.

"I'm sorry Bart, I had no idea," she whispered.

"I was hoping on spending a few days with you.  I cleared a week to see you,
Babe," he told her.

"Well, I don't know what it's about, but it might not take that long.  I
could be back before you have to go."

"You think so?"

"I'm sure of it.  Say, I have an idea.  Why don't you stay here while I'm
gone?  You can keep my plants watered."

"You don't have any plants."

"Then buy me some.  It'll save you the cost of a hotel."

"Who said I was staying in a hotel?  My bags are in my car downstairs!"

Rhianna punched him playfully.  "You assume a lot, Mr. Maxell!"

"You mean you'd turn away this face?" he said with a grin.

Rhianna chuckled.  "What if I was otherwise engaged, say with company
already here?"

"You wouldn't dare see another man, you'd know they couldn't compare with
me."

Rhianna tried to not think about Matthew Anderson in Colorado, and the fact
that his release date had come and gone three weeks ago without a word from
him.  Somehow, she figured that now he was a free man again, he'd call on
her, but she guessed he must have had more important things to do.

"You got lucky," she replied.

"No, I didn't; the doorbell rang first."

In spite of herself Rhianna laughed.  "You're a pig, you know that?"

"And you love me!"

Rhianna flushed and moved away from him.  She dug in her purse and pulled a
key off her key ring.

"Here.  Move in for the week.  But when I get back, I expect to see this
place looking spotless, and no wild parties with the neighbors!"

"Yes, Mom!" chuckled Bart, taking the key Rhianna offered at arm's length.
He had struck a nerve with that "Love" remark, and he wished there was time
for him to explore it further.

"Now go.  Come back later, and maybe we'll have some time together before I
leave."

Bart nodded and stepped forward to kiss her.  She was stiff in his arms for
just a second before warming to the kiss, and when they parted at the front
door a minute later, it was warm smiles from both of them.

Turning again to face her new guests, Rhianna wondered for the millionth
time what she was to do about Bart and Matthew.

"Okay, gentlemen, what is it this time?"

"Kidnapping," Vessor replied.


---***---


There were pictures and files scattered all over the floor in front of
Rhianna's couch.  Rhianna knelt on the floor on the far side of the mess
while the men stayed seated.  Rhianna found this arrangement easier, since
she didn't have a table big enough for all the paperwork.

As she knelt pouring over the documents, Joseph couldn't help glancing from
her to Stacy in the corner and back again.  Stacy was the obvious submissive
in the room, but Rhianna's acceptance of being floor bound indicated to him
a talent in that direction as well.  Looking at James Vessor for a moment,
Joseph wondered about the senior Agent's plans for Rhianna.  He knew that
Vessor was using these cases to introduce and train Rhianna in the varied
practices of BDSM, and that each case worth of experience made her
increasingly invaluable in dealing with the crimes she investigated.  Who
would think that this beautiful young woman was NOT a sexual submissive but
instead a trained government agent?  It had certainly fooled enough people
so far.  But Joseph wondered how far her luck would continue to go.  Word
was getting around the BDSM community about her.  Some day she would find
herself coming up against someone who knew exactly who she was.

Still, Joseph thought, Vessor couldn't have picked a more attractive
subject.  Rhianna looked quite lovely on her knees in her loose shirt.

With a wrench, Joseph Booth brought his attention back to the matter at
hand.

Rhianna was looking at a picture of a shorthaired brunette; a professional
shot, the girl in the picture had a soft, innocent looking face.  Almost
virginal in a way.

"Is this a recent picture of Amy Nelson?" she asked.

"Yes," Vessor replied.  "Only two months old; it was given to us by her
fianc ."

Rhianna nodded and stared at the picture for a moment, committing the face
to memory.  Then she sat back and crossed her legs, giving all the scattered
files a once over.

"Okay, let me get this straight," she said.  "Two couples who had never met
each other before except online, meet and go for a cruise around the
Bahamas.  While there, they go to a party where they meet a young woman
named Kiri, who claims to be a sex slave having been trained into that
position from childhood.

"The couples, Ben Lane, Amy Nelson, and Don and Laura Piper, help the woman
escape, only to have her taken from them a short time later.

"A few days after that, men of unknown origin come back and take Amy Nelson,
almost killing Don Piper, and destroying their boat, marooning the whole
group."  She regarded some of the files on the floor.  "From what I see
here, you've known about this group of slavers for a while now, but it's all
been circumstantial up to this point.  Kiri was the first person to actually
talk about them in the open, making her a valuable witness if she can be
found again."  Rhianna looked up into the eyes of each of the men in turn.
"That leaves me with a couple of big questions."

"And those are?" Vessor replied.

Rhianna sighed.  "All this took place in the Bahamas, Sir.  Last I heard,
they had their own police force.  It's not that I'm not concerned about what
happened to Amy Nelson, but we don't have any jurisdiction there, we aren't
even allowed to operate outside the U.S.!  It would have been different had
events taken place on the open ocean, as the FBI DOES have jurisdiction on
U.S. registered vessels wherever they may be, as long as they aren't in the
territorial waters of another nation!"

"I know the legal niceties, Agent Summer," Vessor replied.

"Then why are we getting involved, Sir?  I can see us supporting the
Bahamian authorities in this, as Miss Nelson was a U.S. citizen.  But I have
a suspicion you want me to be more than a liaison agent."

"There are...certain aspects of this case that prohibit the introduction of
the Bahamian Police."

"And they are?"

Vessor looked over at Joseph, and Rhianna wondered if he was at last going
to explain why he was here with her boss.

"Rhianna, my dear," Joseph said, leaning forward.  "There are two reasons
why we don't want the local police digging too deeply into this.  The first
big reason is this organization that the girl, Kiri, describes as having
brought her up in slavery, along with all the other women she said were
going through the same thing.  Something that large and long lasting HAD to
have had made contacts with the local police, and would had to have bought
out enough of it to stay safe from prosecution.  It is doubtful that any
kind of serious investigation would ever take place."

"And the other reason?" Rhianna asked after a moment.

"A lot of the people involved would be damaged personally by an official
investigation; unnecessary damage that need not occur if someone trusted
were to ask the right questions."

"You mean me," Rhianna said, seeing what was going on.

"Yes, Agent Summer.  Your past record has shown us that you can operate well
within the community, and can be trusted to keep damage to people's
reputations to a minimum."

"Reputations?  Is that all you're worried about?  What about the woman who
was kidnapped?"  Rhianna stood up, making the men look up at her for a
change.  "I would think that a proper investigation using all possible
resources would be a must here!"

"Calm down, Agent Summer," said Vessor.

"Sir!  If this hadn't taken place within...the BDSM community, you'd be
pressuring the Bahamian authorities with everything you got, not just
sending one agent because she has experience being tied up!"

"THAT WILL BE ALL, AGENT SUMMER!"

Rhianna shut up.  She felt appalled at the apparent lack of compassion shown
toward the kidnap victims by her boss.

Vessor stood, gaining the high ground again.  "The reason we are sending
you, rather than a whole plane load of agents, is because you can get a lot
closer to finding the truth than anyone else.  You now speak the language,
you understand the people involved, and you also carry with you a reputation
among these people that will get you into places that no other agent can.

"You can be sure that publicly we will be providing all the assistance the
Bahamas Police can manage, but you and I both know that Amy Nelson's only
real chance is someone who can get inside."

Rhianna was suddenly scared.  "What do you mean, get inside?"

Vessor stared for a moment, and not for the first time Rhianna wondered what
was going on inside his head.  Then Vessor looked away.  "Nothing, bad
choice of words.  We're not setting you up to go in undercover this time,
Agent Summer.  You'll be flashing your badge when you need to."

Rhianna found herself testing his words in her mind.  Too often in the past,
she had been forced to take on roles that tested her endurance, and she
wasn't relishing another one.  But her boss seemed sincere, which calmed her
down a bit.

"Okay, Sir.  So I go in quietly."

Vessor nodded.

Joseph stood up.  "That's where I come in," he said.

"That was my second big question, Mr. Booth," Rhianna said.  "What IS your
involvement in all this?"

"Ben Lane is a friend of mine, and he and the others in his group all
practice BDSM.  The party where they met the girl, Kiri, was a sponsored
BDSM event hosted by another friend of mine.  The gentleman I am going to
introduce you to down there is another friend, and also a prominent player
in the events that occurred.  And it was me that brought this case to
James's attention."

"I see," Rhianna said.  "So you're escorting me down to the Bahamas?"

"Yes, I am."

Rhianna sighed.  "When do we leave?"

Joseph looked at his watch.  "Our flight is in an hour."

Rhianna closed her eyes and cursed silently.  So much for time with Bart
Maxell.


End of Part 1



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