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Subject: {ASSM} To Catch Rhianna   Part 3  (BDSM)
Date: Sat, 22 Jul 2000 07:10:02 -0400
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To Catch Rhianna   Part 3


A short way down the path from the whipping posts, they came upon a gate
guarded by two men in loincloths.  Big lads, they smiled and bowed their
heads as the women approached.

"Tom, Sebastian, have you been good boys today?" Alicia asked them with a
smile.

"Yes, Mistress Alicia," they both replied.

Alicia laughed and ruffled the hair of one of the men, whom she seemed to
treat like a little boy.  The big man, at least a foot taller than his
Mistress, basked in the attention.

Without another word, Alicia passed through the gate, and Rhianna and Stacy
followed, the men giving them both a good once over.

"Beyond this point," Alicia said once the gate had closed, "men are not
allowed.  This end of the island is all mine and all female.  A barbed wire
fence assures us of our privacy, and my two boys there know to let only
women pass."

Rhianna listened with interest to Alicia as she talked about how having the
island allowed her to put together a place of her own, but her mind was
still half on the image of Nigel's ass and dangling dong.  She was therefore
startled when they came upon the tents.

There were dozens of them, large awning style tents set up and half covering
a building in the center of the clearing.

All were brightly colored and made Rhianna think of the old swashbuckling
movies her Dad liked to watch.

Outside the tents, working on the flowerbeds, were a couple women, their
only clothing being silk loin clothes and a silk sash tied about their
breasts halter style.  The material was sheer enough not to hide their
nipples from view, although Rhianna was glad the women had SOME support.

Alicia ignored them and led her party inside.

Two more girls immediately met the group, bowing like the men did, and
Alicia began issuing instructions.

"Girls, this is Stacy, you know her, she belongs to Mr. Booth.  And this is
Rhianna...another guest.  They have come a long way to see us, so give them
our usual welcome."

The women smiled and said 'yes' as the men had done, before approaching the
now nervous Rhianna.

Alicia had one more thing to say.  "Rhianna Dear, Stacy has been here
before, so just follow her lead and let my girls take care of you.  They'll
bring you to your room later and we can all talk business in the morning.
Alright?"

"Yes, M...Mrs. Townsend," Rhianna said, catching herself in time.

Alicia smiled and left the tent, and while the Agent and her submissive
friend were led away, Alicia stopped to talk to one of the girls outside,
passing on a few more instructions for Rhianna's stay.

Rhianna and Stacy were led into another tent, decorated like an Arabian
Nights fantasy, and the two loin clothed slave girls began to remove the
newcomers' clothes.

Stacy was easy; all she had to do was remove her dress, revealing her nude
body and her piercings.  She stood easy; naked among these strangers as if
she did this kind of thing a lot, which Rhianna imagined she must.

But Rhianna was fully clothed and a little more reluctant to part with
everything.  The first thing she did was pull out her handgun, which made
the two women helping them step back in fear.

"It's okay," Rhianna said, noticing their reactions,  "I'm a Cop.  I just
want to unload it before giving it to you."

"Sorry, Mistress," one of the girls said.

"It's Rhianna, not Mistress, okay?" she said, ejecting the clip and working
the mechanism until the weapon was empty.

For good measure, she also broke the weapon down, and handed the parts to
one of the submissives, who carried them gingerly away.

The remaining girl helped Rhianna undress, and when she was nude, she led
Stacy and Rhianna out of the tent and directly into another.  Here there
were a couple of sunken tubs, and Rhianna didn't need to be told twice to
climb in.  The water was very warm and felt good on her aching back, and she
began to think that this was a pretty good idea after all.

Another submissive showed up and led Stacy into a separate tub, before both
girls took off their silk coverings and climbed in with them.

The tubs were roomy enough for several people, but Rhianna was caught a
little off guard when the girl in her tub picked up a sponge and some soap
and approached her.

"I can do that myself!" Rhianna told her.

"I'm sure you can, Rhianna, but here I am to do it for you," laughed the
girl.

Rhianna looked over to where Stacy was enjoying her bath, and got a smile
back in return.

"Go with it, Rhianna; believe me, you'll enjoy it.  It's good to not have to
do the work for once!" Stacy said.

Rhianna shrugged and let the girl get to work.  It was a little like the
Compound, she thought, the community in Colorado where she had spent time
once on a case.  A place where Matthew Anderson was supposed to have lived
and might still live.  In an effort not to think about why he hadn't called,
Rhianna tried to engage her bather in conversation.  She didn't get much out
of her but her name, Monique.

In the end, Rhianna just shut up and enjoyed the actions of the girl's hands
as they first soaped her up before rinsing her off, repeating the process
three times in all.

Rhianna didn't concern herself with the fact that Monique's fingers caressed
every square inch of her body; these people lived in a sexually charged
world and there was no use being shocked by anything any more.  Rhianna felt
that as long as she knew what was going on, she could ignore the sexual
overtones and just enjoy the contact.

Besides, it wasn't the first time she had been felt up by another woman, and
the way her career was going, it probably wouldn't be the last.  At least
here, she didn't have to pretend to be something she wasn't.

The bath was relaxing, but there was more to come.  The visitors were helped
out of the tubs and toweled dry, before being led still naked into the tent
covered building, in which they saw a small swimming pool.  To one side of
that, Stacy and Rhianna were directed into a log sauna, accompanied by
Monique, who was to stay with them the whole time.

Both Stacy and Rhianna lay back on the wooden benches inside, Rhianna now
completely at ease with her nudity, and the three women talked a little
about the most general of things as Monique made steam by pouring water on a
brazier in the corner.  Rhianna felt all her cares melt under the
combination of heat and humidity, and it was a good feeling.

Suddenly, Monique ordered them out and into the pool, which felt freezing to
all the women, yet invigorating at the same time.  Like the bath, this was
repeated three times, fifteen minutes or so in the sauna followed by a swim
on the cool pool.  Then, toweled off once more with fresh towels, they went
back to the first tent, and were told to lie on two leather-padded boards on
the ground.

Rhianna saw the boards had nose holes, and knew they were going to get the
massages they were promised.

Once more Monique got her hands on the Agent, only this time covered in oil
rather than soap, and Rhianna let the nude woman sit on her and knead the
last of her tensions away.

She turned over lazily when asked, and did nothing when Monique massaged her
breasts and pinched her nipples.

Rhianna could feel herself being turned on by the slave girl's deliberate
actions, but she still stopped the girl when Monique attempted to massage
and stimulate Rhianna's intimate folds.

"No!" she said, very deliberately, looking the girl directly in the eye.

Monique smiled and continued her massage elsewhere.  Rhianna was glad she
didn't have to force the issue.  She was here to investigate a kidnapping,
not to get off in a BDSM fantasy world.

When the massages were done, the women were led once more to the tubs, where
the oils were washed off them, before being dried off and oiled up once
again.  Rhianna was told that this oil would soak into her skin and not be
washed off, because it was good for her.  "It helps prevent UV damage and
will keep everything nice and wrinkle free," she was told.

One more stop was a new tent where a buffet of fruits, vegetables, and
cheeses was laid out.  Other submissives, all nude, were already eating,
lying about on the huge silk pillows scattered about the floor of the large
room.  Rhianna and Stacy were seated in a corner, and Monique fetched food
for both of them.  Rhianna enjoyed the meal, ravenous after the airline food
that was all she had eaten that day.  She ate her fill, and thought it
amusing to be eating dinner in a tent with maybe a dozen other nude women
she had never met before.  Then she began thinking of all the other times
she had been nude in front of large groups of strangers, and conceded that
while her life had been full of peril lately, it had also been very
interesting.

After the meal, they were escorted back to the first tent again, and the
girl attending to Stacy produced a set of handcuffs and cuffed Stacy's hands
behind her.  A ribbon was tied into her hair, and a collar and a leash were
added to complete the nude submissive's ensemble.

Half afraid that the same would happen to her, Rhianna regarded Monique with
caution, but her attendant held out a white silk robe instead, which she
helped Rhianna slip on.

"Where are my clothes?" Rhianna asked when it became apparent that they were
leaving.

"They are being cleaned and will be in your room by morning, Rhianna,"
Monique answered, "all your things are there waiting for you."

Rhianna nodded and inwardly shrugged.  At least they gave her a robe to
wear, they could have told her that she had to walk back to the house naked,
and Rhianna thought about how that would look to the men guarding the gate.

Grinning, she looked at Stacy.  At least they would get to see her in all
her glory.

Monique took Stacy's leash and led the couple out of the tents and back to
the gate.  Rhianna noticed that Monique hadn't put her loincloth back on,
and mentioned it.

"Oh, it's dark now, and no submissive on the island outside of their Master
or Mistress's room is allowed to be clothed when the sun is down."

Night had indeed come while they were inside, and the stars glowed brightly
over them.

They passed through the gate without a word to the men, whom Rhianna noticed
had also doffed their loincloths, and followed the path once more back to
the house.

As they approached the posts, Rhianna wondered if she would have to whip
someone again, but the posts were empty.

Rhianna asked about the foursome that had been there.

"They got taken down at sunset," was all Monique would say.

Rhianna found it a pleasant walk, the concrete path warm under her bare
feet, the wind a lot cooler than it was yet still warmer than home.  She was
also aware of how her thin silk robe wrapped around her in the breeze,
showing very clearly the shape of the body underneath it, and she wrapped
her arms about herself.

At one point in the walk, she saw a small concrete building down on the
beach, and Rhianna remembered the shower room that it contained, the place
where she had first met Tonya, and finally found hope of escape from Hiro
Atamo.

The memories were unpleasant; she shook them from her head.

At the end of the path was the house.  It was larger than it looked, a lot
of it underground to protect it from hurricane season.  The path brought
them up to one side, where a canvas awning protected a patio.

Monique tethered Stacy's leash to a hook high on the wall and then rang a
bell next to the door.  In a moment, another naked submissive showed up, and
Monique told Rhianna to go in.

"What about Stacy?" Rhianna asked.

"She'll be taken to her Master's room.  Don't worry," smiled Monique.

"Okay, well goodnight, Stacy, I guess I'll see you in the morning, and
thanks for the massage, Monique," said Rhianna.

Monique laughed and licked her fingers, a sensuous smile on her lips.  "My
pleasure, Rhianna."

Rhianna blushed, knowing where those fingers had been, and entered the house
without another word.  She followed the naked sub in front of her, hoping
she was indeed being led to her bedroom and her stuff.  Suddenly she felt a
little vulnerable in just her silk robe.

To a bedroom was exactly where Rhianna was led, and the first thing to catch
Rhianna's eye as she entered it was her luggage sitting in one corner.

It was as she closed the bedroom door that she was surprised by the second
thing she saw.

Kneeling in a corner was a man, a shiny chain running from his collar to a
ring in the floor.  Of course, he was naked, and Rhianna's eyes were
immediately drawn to his groin.

With a jerk, she looked at his face and recognized him despite the fact that
the last time she saw him he was upside down.

"Nigel?" she asked.

Nigel smiled at her.  "Yes, Mistress."

"What are you doing here?" Rhianna asked, not moving from the door.

"I am yours for tonight, Mistress.  I was told you came here unescorted," he
replied, a little puzzled as to why anyone would question why he was there.

"Mine?" said Rhianna, her mind awash.  Was this supposed to be some kind of
BDSM hospitality thing, she wondered?  Didn't bring your own slave to keep
you warm during the night, here take one of ours!

As Rhianna pondered this, she became aware of Nigel watching her and of how
sheer her robe really was.

Nigel, on his part, was very happy.  The white silk fell delightfully over
the full curves of the woman in front of him, and he was eager to see what
she looked like underneath.  His eagerness became quite evident, and he saw
Rhianna look down and blush.

"Well, there must have been a misunderstanding," Rhianna said, moving at
last from the door.  "I didn't order...er, ask for any companionship
tonight.  If you'll tell me where the key is, I'll let you up and you can
go."

"But Mistress..." Nigel began.

"Stop!  My name is Rhianna.  I'm not anyone's Mistress."

"Rhianna," said Nigel with a smile, the way he said it made the name sound
sexy, full of unspoken pleasures.  "Rhianna, Mistress Alicia said I was to
be yours tonight."

"Well, you can tell Mistress Alicia thanks, but no thanks.  I sleep alone."

"That may not be possible, Rhianna," Nigel said glumly, lowering his head.

"Why not?" Rhianna asked, her eyes following the curves of the muscled young
man kneeling before her.

"The key you want is not here.  There is a key that'll release me from this
ring, but I'm still attached to it by a longer chain that won't let me leave
the room.  I couldn't leave if I had to."

Rhianna growled inwardly.  She hated things being forced on her, and she
wondered if she was being set up for anything.  But then again, this just
could be the way things were done around here.

"Well, where is that key?  I can at least let you up."

"On the bed, Rhianna."

Rhianna got the key and stepped forward to unlock his chain.

Nigel leaned back to admire the view as she knelt to get at the padlock and
the floor ring.  He sniffed and found the familiar sent of oil and perfume
that his Mistress only ordered for her love slaves.  He knew that Rhianna
was being set up for a night of passion, he had been told that she might
resist, and that he had to tread carefully in order to seduce her.  But it
was Rhianna's style to play hard to get, and that he shouldn't take any
rejection on her part personally.  He had been told that Rhianna really
enjoyed the chase, and he was willing to do the chasing.

He had also been told that Rhianna sometimes took a submissive role with her
lovers, and if he saw an opening, he was to switch and assert himself.

Nigel saw nothing wrong with these instructions.  After a year in the
Townsend household, he had seen and taken part in sessions a lot stranger
than this one, and all had ended well.  He trusted his Mistress to not steer
him wrong.

Rhianna, not aware that her entertainment for the evening was indeed a set
up, tried not to look at the erect penis just inches from where she worked
the lock holding Nigel to the floor.  A blush still on her face, she got the
lock undone and shuffled back.

"Thank you, Rhianna," Nigel said.  "May I stand for a moment?"

"Er...sure!" Rhianna replied, and watched as Nigel unfolded himself.  He
stood tall, a well built young man.  Kneeling on the floor before him
Rhianna felt a familiar stirring.  She stared as Nigel stood, unashamed of
his nudity while doing a few stretches to work out the kinks.

Rhianna sighed, and tried to concentrate.  A part of her mind was wondering
what the harm was in taking her hosts up in their offer.  Nigel was
certainly old enough, and willing enough, and most definitely attractive
enough.

She shook her head and got to her feet.  She was here on an investigation,
not to get laid.

Nigel was aware of what was going on in Rhianna's mind.  He knew quite well
the signs of an aroused woman, having been trained to bring pleasure to
women in all manner of ways.  He knew it was just a matter of time.  He
turned slightly, and Rhianna's stare grew concerned.  As he planned, her
eyes were immediately drawn to the whip marks on his buttocks.

"My God, they worked you over, didn't they?" Rhianna said, moving to get a
better look.  Red lines crossed back and forth over his rear cheeks and
thighs and a general redness spoke of possible sunburn.  "I know it's all
fun and games for you people, but doesn't that hurt?"

"Yes, it does.  But then it wasn't fun and games as you call it, but a
punishment, and punishments are supposed to hurt, Rhianna."  Nigel was
startled for a moment by the expression that crossed Rhianna's face when he
said that.  He had expected sympathy, and instead saw fear.  It was there
for just a moment, and then the expected sympathy appeared.

"What did you do?" she asked him.

"I...er...have a tendency to speak my mind a little too much," he replied
with a sheepish smile.

Rhianna shook her head.  "I can't see that being any reason for you having
to be whipped like this."

"It's nothing really, but I expect it might look a lot worse than it is to
someone like you," Nigel said, thinking quickly.

"What do you mean?"

"It's just that I doubt you are very familiar with whipping or corporal
punishment in general."  Nigel watched her face and saw again that momentary
fear, as if she was remembering something she would rather not.  He had a
feeling that Rhianna was, in fact, very intimate with the subject of
whipping, and it wasn't fun and games to her.

"Rhianna, there's something I can put on it if you'll permit me.  We keep a
jar of cream in every bedroom, just in case."

Rhianna nodded, and Nigel padded over to the bathroom, dragging the chain
still attached to his collar behind him.  The other end of this long chain
was still connected to the floor ring.  He had told the truth about that, he
wouldn't be leaving the room until someone came and got him.

He came back with a jar in his had and offered it to Rhianna.  "Could you?
I can't see to make sure I get it all."

Rhianna was a little taken back.  Here was a gorgeous nude man asking her to
rub cream over his butt.

"Er, sure!" she said, swallowing.

Nigel lay face down on the bed, hiding his smile, while Rhianna climbed up
next to him.  She knelt to one side of him and stared once more as she
opened the jar.  With trembling fingers, she put a dollop of cream on one of
his ass cheeks and slowly began to rub it into the skin.

Nigel tensed, her touch somewhat painful, but said nothing.

"How long were you out there?" Rhianna asked him.

"All afternoon and evening, until sunset.  I was lucky.  One girl had been
out there all day!"

Rhianna remembered the girl she saw who looked near total exhaustion.

"Is that how everyone is normally punished?"

"For small offenses yes.  For bigger transgressions, we are whipped with a
cane.  OW!"

"Sorry," Rhianna said, trying to be careful.  She worked quietly for a
moment, enjoying the feel of his skin under her hands while she thought
about the other men in her life.

Except for when duty demanded it, or when she was helpless to prevent it,
she had been very faithful to Matthew Anderson and Bart Maxell, although in
her dalliance with one, she could not say she had been faithful to the
other.

She was very confused about her feelings for both those men, and being here
on this bed with this hard body of a man was not helping.

For the first time in a long time, she had a choice about what she could do.
There was no case forcing her to gain the confidence of this man by sleeping
with him, and most certainly, she wasn't tied down helplessly so he could
ravish her at his convenience.  She had all the control here.

For a brief moment, she wished she was tied down, at least then she could
rationalize away the guilt by saying she couldn't have stopped him.

Coming back to Earth, she found herself working her hands up his back, far
from any injuries he had.  She had to lean forward to reach his shoulders,
and it was at that moment that Nigel chose to roll over.

He caught her wrists in his two large hands and held her, her body leaning
over his.  He could look down the front of her robe and see her naked
breasts, hanging free under the silk, but he kept his eyes on hers.

They stared at each other for just a moment before he transferred her left
wrist to his left hand, holding both wrists together in his long fingers.
His right hand now free, he let it slide under her robe to caress the soft
skin it concealed, to cup one of her breasts.

He could feel her breathing quicken, and a soft whine escape her as his
fingers found her.

Her expression showed a mixture of need and of fear, and something else he
couldn't read.

"Rhianna?" he whispered.

Special Agent Rhianna Summer of the FBI, on unofficial assignment to
discover the whereabouts of the kidnapped Amy Nelson, nodded slightly.

A moment later, the robe drifted lightly to the floor.



End of Part 3.



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