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Subject: {ASSM} To Catch Rhianna     Part 2  (BDSM)
Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2000 09:10:05 -0400
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To Catch Rhianna   Part 2


There was laughter, always laughter...something cold on my ass...in my
ass...tight...so tight...can't move...can't see...so cold...now it's
burning...it's burning me...so cold...it's burning me...the
floor...Matthew...Bart...the floor is burning...it's so cold in my ass...my
legs are spread...it's burning...why are they laughing?...why can't I
move?...the fire!

Rhianna woke up and took a breath.  She stretched and couldn't move.  She
panicked for a second until she realized that she was just wrapped up in her
seat belt.

She relaxed and slowly worked her arms free as she looked about the plane
for Joseph and Stacy.  Neither of them was in their seats, and Rhianna
assumed they must be upstairs in the bar of the 747 flying them to Miami.

God, what a dream!

Rhianna got out of her seat and found an unoccupied bathroom, using its
facilities before washing her hands and face.

She looked at herself in the mirror and passed a hand through her butch
haircut.  She didn't see what others saw, a beautiful woman with enormous
presence and vitality.

Rhianna only saw the abused body of someone who had been asked to put out
too much of herself over the past couple of years.  Was life for her going
to be nothing but sex slave cases from now on?

She needed to take a walk, get out of this plane for a while, but she was
stuck at 41,000 feet like all the other passengers.

She padded back to her seat in her stocking feet and tried to settle down,
but something stopped her from relaxing completely.

She hated dreams like that; yet recovering from them was easier than it used
to be.  Much easier.

Back in the old days, the dreams would leave her shattered and unable to do
much for hours.  But now the images and feelings faded quickly.  Much
better.

At least the dreams didn't come so often now, and the memories they left
behind of her stay in a psychiatric hospital after her kidnapping and
torture at the hands of Hiro Atamo were fainter yet.

Well...not really memories, but impressions.  She remembered little that was
clear from her actual stay.  She had been told that she had been given both
drug and hypnotherapy due to the seriousness of her breakdown, and that much
of her stay had been erased from her memory.  Not erased, she thought to
herself, she had just been told to forget.

She wasn't curious at all about what she couldn't remember.  If the vivid
memories were anything like the vague impressions she sometimes got when she
slept or when she was startled into thinking about her treatment, she didn't
want to know.  People thought her nightmares were about her time with Atamo,
that's what she let them think.

She wondered what it was that had brought the dream on this time, and
thought that maybe it was where they were going.  The Bahamas were, after
all, where Atamo had his private island, and was where she had eventually
escaped.

Rhianna shuddered and looked out the window, watching as the aircraft passed
along the coastline far below her.

Watching the sea always calmed her, and in a short while, she did begin to
feel better as she saw the tiny breakers slam against the tiny shoreline.

In a way, it reminded her of home, her family home in Maine.

In the summer, as a kid, she would run down to the ocean just a half a block
from where they lived, and she'd climb on the rocks that ran along the
coastal highway until she sat right at the water's edge.  She would let the
spray of the surge drench her to the skin; its salty taste and smell making
her feel at one with the water.

Her mother would often scold her for coming home soaking wet, but it
wouldn't deter her.  With a smile, Rhianna remembered one afternoon when she
came home, wet as usual.  Her mother took one look at her and ordered her
into some dry clothes.  Then to young Rhianna's surprise, her mother took
her shopping, where they bought her very first bra.

 From that point on, her mother told her that if she insisted on "...being
one with nature, then she had better not let everyone see what nature was
giving her in return!"  From that day on, she always wore a swimsuit when
climbing on the rocks.

Strangely enough, that was her most vivid memory of her mother.

Rhianna sighed; so much time had passed.  She found herself wondering what
her Mom would have thought about her career as it stood right now, and the
types of assignments she was being given.  Rhianna used to think that her
mother would have been proud of her for escaping the family curse that
befell all her brothers and sisters, that of getting married and having kids
and never leaving town at all.  Instead, Rhianna left as soon as she
finished high school, and in a round-about fashion pursued the career that
her Mother was forced to cut short.

But would her Mother have allowed herself to become caught up in the types
of cases Rhianna was getting now?

Rhianna found herself wishing there was no afterlife, so that her Mom
wouldn't be watching her.

Shaking her head, Rhianna tried to put her Mom out of her mind and
concentrate on the case ahead of her.  They were first going to meet up with
a friend of Joseph Booth's, a man called Philip Townsend, who would act as
Rhianna's host and guide while she was in the islands.  As well as being a
source of information himself, he was also going to introduce Rhianna to Ben
Lane and the Pipers, who were staying in Nassau.  Don Piper was still
recovering from his gunshot wounds, and until the doctors released him, he
and his wife were stuck.  It was a good thing for Rhianna, or she would have
to fly out to the Midwest to interview them.

After that, she planned to tackle the host of the party where the Pipers met
Kiri, in the hopes of getting an idea of who had brought the girl.  Beyond
that...well she would decide that when the time came.


---***---


A smaller plane now, much smaller.

Rhianna was sitting shoulder to shoulder with Stacy in the back seat, while
Joseph sat up front with the pilot.  Below them was pure ocean, dotted with
the occasional island or coral outcropping.

This was their third airplane, having flown to Nassau from Miami on a small
commercial jet.  This plane was taking them on the last leg to Townsend's
private island.

Rhianna was getting sick of traveling, on the go since morning, she was
tired of the noise and the cramped conditions, and she was especially tired
of breathing bottled air.  At least this plane didn't fly high enough for
that last inconvenience, but it made up for it by increasing the noise and
decreasing the space.

She looked over at Stacy, who smiled back, a cheerful look on her face.
Rhianna had tried to talk to the girl on the flight down from New York, but
apart from some polite small talk, she didn't really connect.  Rhianna
wondered if her training and life as a submissive had taught Stacy to stay
so quiet, or if she was just naturally a soft spoken person.

Stacy was a curious mystery to Rhianna, and the Agent actually caught
herself envying the young woman's simple lifestyle.  Stacy didn't have to
worry about much more than pleasing Joseph, and from what Rhianna had heard
from her friend Maria Brown, Joseph was relatively easy to please.

The plane approached an island with a single large house on it and began to
drop.  Slowly it closed in on the water, until with a kiss it touched down,
its long floats suddenly bearing its weight again after so long in the air.

The pilot throttled back a little and sailed his plane toward a concrete
dock that extended out from the shoreline.

Already at the dock was a large super-yacht.

Rhianna was busy undoing her seat belt and checking on all of her things, so
she didn't really pay any attention to where they were until they were
almost at the dock, where a couple of men waited for them.  When she did
eventually look out the window, it took only a second before her blood
seemed to freeze in her body.  It took a moment longer for her mind to catch
up and let her know what was happening.

"What are we doing here?" she asked, tight lipped.

"We're here to meet Phil Townsend, Rhianna.  You know that," Joseph answered
casually.

"Who owns this place?"  There was panic creeping into Rhianna's voice.

Puzzled, Joseph turned around in his seat.  "I'm sorry?"

Her heart thumping, Rhianna pulled her weapon from its holster on her belt
and pointed it at Joseph.  In the cramped confines of the small plane, this
meant that the barrel was only inches away from his face.  "I said, 'who
owns this place?'"

"Rhianna, put the gun down," Joseph said calmly, although inside he wasn't
feeling calm at all.

"Is he here, is Atamo here?" she said, her fingers tightening on the grip.

"Atamo?  What...?"

"DAMMIT, BOOTH, IS HE HERE OR NOT!" Rhianna screamed, making Stacy jump and
cry out.

Joseph finally understood.  He knew the tale of how Philip Townsend bought
the island cheap at a Government auction, and how it had been seized in a
criminal case, but he had never bothered to find out who it used to belong
to.  Now it dawned on him that Rhianna must have recognized the place from
when she had been held here against her will, and that she was afraid that
Hiro Atamo was still in residence.

"Rhianna, listen to me.  Hiro Atamo isn't here.  He's gone.  My friend owns
this island now.  You have nothing to fear here, you're safe.  We're not
delivering you back to that bastard.  Believe me, I have my own reasons for
not wanting to see him again."  Joseph Booth thought about how true those
words were, having been almost made a cripple by one of Atamo's thugs who
shot him in the back one night as he slept.  Only a miracle had enabled
Joseph to walk again, as his spine had only been severely bruised but not
severed.

Rhianna was running on fear, memories of her time with Atamo flashing
through her head, of the rapes she had endured from the men that worked for
him, of all beatings she took and the degrading acts they forced on her.

Wiser now, back then she had been totally unprepared for the brutality she
suffered, and it had almost broken her.

Seeing the island, being surprised by its presence, brought many of those
horrors back to her, and she struggled to take control of her fear.  Rhianna
glanced from Joseph to the pilot, who stared back at her with fear on his
own face.  Then she looked over at Stacy, who had turned pale and had pushed
herself as far away from Rhianna that she could get.

Looking back at Joseph, she took a deep breath and lowered her weapon.  "I
know, Sir.  I guess it was just the surprise.  You'd be the last person to
be in bed with Hiro Atamo.  I'm sorry."

Joseph sighed.  "Thank you.  You're okay here, trust me."

Rhianna looked down at her lap, then back into Joseph's eyes.  "I see one
Japanese face here and I won't be a happy camper," she said, trying to the
diffuse the situation with a little humor, something Bart had tried to teach
her.

"Well, I can't guarantee that, but I can guarantee that no one here has
anything to do with Hiro Atamo," Joseph replied.

After a moment, Rhianna nodded and she put her gun away.  "I'm sorry."

"I understand.  If I had known that this was the place I would have warned
you."

Rhianna said nothing more until the plane bumped the side of the dock and
they were finally allowed to climb out.

The sun was low in the west, but the air was still quite warm and Rhianna
wondered if her business suit had been a good idea.  As she stood on the
dock waiting for the others to join her, she debated taking her jacket off,
but decided against it.  She wanted to look like the FBI agent she was,
which meant that being more comfortably dressed would have to wait.  Like
most female agents and plain-clothes policewomen in general, she felt that
severe dress was the only way to distract men from looking at her first as a
woman, rather than an officer of the law.

Accompanied by the pilot, and two other men who carried their luggage,
Joseph, Stacy, and Rhianna walked the length of the dock where they were
greeted by a couple that were obviously Philip Townsend and his wife Alicia,
both in casual jeans and shirts like a couple of book ends.  The men shook
hands and Joseph introduced them all.  Rhianna found Alicia's piercing stare
a little discomforting, and she remembered that this couple practiced BDSM.
She wondered how they did that here on their private island, and was glad
that she wasn't being brought here undercover as a submissive this time.

Alicia on the other hand knew precisely who Rhianna Summer was.  Word of the
FBI agent who could immerse herself in the BDSM world had gotten around, and
there were also rumors of how the woman also had a natural submissive streak
that she had yet to fully realize.  All that was needed was the right
Master, she had been told, and Alicia had also heard about a couple of
different candidates for that position as well!

She certainly looked beautiful enough, and the suit did a poor job of hiding
the body underneath it.  Alicia vowed then and there to find out what was
beneath that outfit, and also to see if the rumors were true.

Rhianna by now though was in conversation with her husband.

"...need to talk about the events you witnessed, before seeing the Pipers,"
she was saying to him.

"Of course, Agent Summer," Townsend said, his British accent thick and
proper.  "But it's getting late, and as I have guests here tonight, we might
not find much time to talk.  We can talk in the morning, and then Lance can
fly you straight to Nassau after lunch.  In the meantime, I'm sure you all
are tired from your journey; I'm sure you would like to freshen up!"

"A good idea, Phil, thanks!" said Joseph.

Rhianna pursed her lips, eager to start her investigation, but she also
recognized the truth that she could do with a bit of refreshing after their
trip out here.

"Don't mention it, Old Boy," Townsend said with a smile.  "Alicia, why don't
you take Joseph's girl, and I'll show our guests the house."

Alicia had an idea of her own.  "I think Miss Summer would find it a lot
more relaxing to come with us, don't you?"

Townsend and his wife looked at each other for a moment, while Joseph raised
his eyebrows in surprise, but said nothing.

"Yes, dear.  You may be right.  All I can offer her is a soft bed and a
glass of brandy, but I do think she would like a little tender treatment,"
he said eventually.

Alicia smiled.  "Then it's settled.  Rhianna dear, I can call you Rhianna,
can't I?  You come with me, and later on we'll get you settled."

"Where are we going?" Rhianna asked, still nervous about the possibility
that Atamo was still around, just waiting for her.

"A place where I can offer you more than a glass of brandy and a soft bed.
How does a massage and a sauna sound to you right now?" said Alicia with a
warm smile.

To the stiff and sore agent, it sounded pretty good, and she said so.

"Good.  Then follow me, girls!" Alicia called out, sounding like a
schoolmistress.  She turned and began walking up the beach to a path that
disappeared into the trees.

With a smile directed at Joseph, Stacy followed, leaving Rhianna alone for a
moment with the men.

"You'll be fine," Joseph said, "I'll see you later."

Rhianna paused for a moment, then decided to go.  With a smile of her own,
she set out after the other women, and caught up with them for the walk to
the other end of the island.

They followed a concrete path through a grove of trees and along the beach,
turning from time to time as the shoreline turned.  Rhianna kept her eyes
open for trouble, but soon grew weary, as the heat of the setting sun was
still quite strong, and her wool suit had been the wrong thing to wear.

Stacy, shoeless in her thin summer dress, looked much cooler and happier.

Then they came to a spot that told Rhianna that the Townsends were indeed a
D/s couple.

Along one section of the path were several posts stuck in the ground.  Bound
to four of the posts were four naked people.  All of them stood bent over
double, their heads between their legs.  Their wrists had been bound in rope
behind them and attached to the posts, forcing them to maintain this exposed
position, as their slightly spread legs and upright asses exposed their
genitals to anyone who passed.  Rhianna also saw that all of them had the
handles of riding crops stuck in their butts, the crops themselves waving in
the air like tails.  From the looks of their butts and legs, the crops had
been used quite often.

Then Rhianna got a bit of a shock, for as they drew closer, she could see
that the last person in line was a man, his penis and balls hanging limp
between his legs.

As Alicia approached them, she pulled the crop out of the nearest girl and
gave her three good swipes with it before putting it back.  The girl yelped
as the crop hit, and again as the handle of her implement of torture was
pushed into her anus, but otherwise kept her tongue.

"Almost time for you all, isn't it!" Alicia said to the bound group.  "I
hope this teaches you all a lesson."

Alicia turned to Stacy and Rhianna, and with a grand gesture, waved an arm
at the suffering submissives.  "Pick a target, my dears, anyone but the girl
I just disciplined."

Stacy moved forward, but Rhianna stood still.  "You expect us to hit them?"

"Of course, Dear.  That's their punishment.  All who pass this way today are
required to give them at least one good strike."

Rhianna wondered what they did to deserve such a punishment, and knew from
experience that in this lifestyle it might not be very much at all.  "I'm
sorry, but I don't care to participate," she said.

"Miss Summer, it is a house rule that all participate in the disciplining of
a slave, and so far no one has objected, and you can see what happens to
those who do not follow my house rules."  Alicia stared at her.

Stacy looked from woman to woman for a moment, before Alicia waved a hand in
her direction.  "Go ahead, dear."

Stacy picked one of the remaining girls and gently eased the crop out of
her.  Then with a fury that surprised Rhianna, Stacy whipped the girl on the
thighs, leaving two red lines, before slowly putting the crop back where she
found it.  The girl cried out as she was hit, but was silent after that.

"There now," Alicia said with a smile, "That was easy, wasn't it?  Now we
can't stand around here all day, but we will if necessary."

Rhianna didn't want to do it, but Alicia's tone and temperament suggested
that she might well carry out her threat if Rhianna didn't comply.  Besides,
she thought, this is the way these people want to live.

She stepped forward and thought about whom to hit, wondering how she got
into messes like this.  The last girl looked like the ropes at her wrists
were all that were keeping her from falling over, and her ass was probably
the most abused of the group.  Rhianna wondered how long she had been out
there.  The man, on the other hand, still looked like he had some strength
in him, and she noticed him watching her, looking at her from between his
legs.

Rhianna blushed, catching herself staring at his hanging manhood, and turned
once again to Alicia who stood with her arms folded.

"I'll...okay," Rhianna said.

She pulled the crop from the guy and gave him a soft swat on the butt.

"No, no, Rhianna.  Try again, it has to be a good strike!" Alicia told her,
looking stern.

Rhianna gritted her teeth and hit him again, this time making him jump, and
she noticed his penis swing with his movement.

"Still not good enough, girl!  If you don't do it properly this time, I'll
do it myself, twice as hard as I normally would."  Alicia's voice was rock
solid, and reminded Rhianna of several teachers she had had as a child.

Afraid of hurting him, yet afraid of not hurting him, Rhianna hit the male
submissive hard across the lower cheeks, and again he jumped, although he
didn't make a sound.  Rhianna saw an angry looking red line appear where she
had hit him.

"Better, Dear, but you'll need practice," Alicia said to her, inwardly
amused at how well the Agent responded to this little test.  She reached
out, took the crop from Rhianna's hand, and gave the man another swipe, this
time making him grunt, before putting the crop back in his ass.

Alicia then reached down and squeezed his cock.  "You know you're supposed
to be hard for me, Nigel," she told him, manipulating him with her fingers
in front of the amazed Agent.  Quickly she brought him to hardness, which in
his bent over position meant he was stabbing himself in the stomach, and
then left him alone.

"Come along!" she cried out, and Stacy and Rhianna obediently followed, as
Nigel in his pain watched them walk away.


End of Part 2.



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