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From: "Leviticus" <leviticus1@uswest.net>
Subject: {ASSM} To Catch Rhianna  Part 9
Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2000 10:10:04 -0400
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To Catch Rhianna part 9



   Rhianna was tired and scared.  Alone and naked on board an unknown ship,
she felt very vulnerable.  Her muscles ached from her confinement, and she
felt weak from her lack of food, yet there was still some strength in her.
Her strength was built upon her goal, that of reaching the bridge and
finding the Captain.  Talk to him, and it would all be over.

   The ship, rolling in a heavy sea despite the clear sky, lurched to port
and Rhianna braced herself against the last bulk container in line. 
Pressed against the cold, rusting metal Rhianna was once again reminded of
her unclothed state.

   'At least,' she thought, 'the Captain would have little trouble
believing my story, seeing me like this.'

   Rhianna shook her head to clear away a few cobwebs, and scouted the area
ahead.  There was a gap of about fifty feet between the last of the
containers and the superstructure of the ship.  The superstructure was
where all the cabins and crew quarters were, where most of the ships
business that didn't directly concern the ship's cargo was handled.  It
rose four stories above the deck, topped with the bridge where the ship was
piloted.  It was an imposing mass of metal, and at its base were two heavy
looking doors.

   It would have been a simple matter for her to sprint across the open
deck to one of those doors, but Rhianna hesitated.  She didn't have the
strength to sprint.

   She carefully gave the area a good look' though, feeling very exposed in
front of all the windows of the superstructure, and saw that she had good
reason to hesitate.  On the starboard rail, she saw two men apparently
working on a piece of equipment.  Rhianna didn't know if these were the men
Mandy had mentioned as the ones watching her, but from their position they
could see everyone who passed back and forth from the containers to the
superstructure.  She would have been spotted in a second.

   Rhianna made her way back into the maze of containers and considered her
options.

   She could risk the run and hope her speed would allow her to reach the
bridge before being caught.

   She could also run the risk of whoever finding her NOT being a part of
the plot, and so be willing to help her.

   She could go back to her cage and take her chances off the ship, not
something she wanted to do.

   Or, she could wait it out here until the men left, if they ever did.

   Rhianna did consider going back and taking Mandy's clothes, hoping to
bluff her way up to the bridge, but she and Mandy didn't look much alike,
and what Mandy wore didn't look like it would fit her anyway.

   Then Rhianna found something that could help her.  A deck hatch.  It
would get her below where hopefully she would have a chance.

   Making sure no one could see her, Rhianna struggled to unlock and lift
the heavy hatch.  She managed it, but had to rest for a moment before
cautiously heading down the ladder.

   The gloom of the interior was almost black to her sun blinded eyes, and
after wrestling the hatch closed, Rhianna had to pause to let her eyes
adjust.

   She found herself alone on a catwalk, suspended over a hold filled with
grain.  The catwalk disappeared through hatches at both ends, set into
bulkheads.

   Rhianna knew from her Coast Guard days that ships of this sort were
built with multiple bulkheads, thick walls that spanned the entire width of
the ship, spaced out evenly from stem to stern.  The bulkheads were there
in case of flooding.  One, two, and sometimes even three of these huge
sections could be open to the sea and filled with water and the ship would
still be able to float.  They were there to save the ship, and no one ever
left the doors through them open.

   Rhianna figured it a good bet that she was alone in this section.

   She padded along to the aft hatch, cursing at the rough grating on her
bare feet and hugging herself against the cool air in the hold.

   Up on top, the sun had kept her warm, but this close to the water level,
the cold sea stole all the heat away.

   When she got to the door she at first thought it was locked, and her
Coast Guard training reminded her that this was a violation, but she
finally got the hatch undogged and passed through to the next compartment.

   Here the catwalk ran around the edges of the hold and Rhianna saw that
this one also contained grain.  She wasn't surprised.  Ships usually
carried multiple types of cargo at the same time, and the enclosed holds
made sense of why the containers were all strapped to the deck.

   Footsore, she made her way around and paused at the aft hatch. 
According to her estimate, passing through this bulkhead would put her
under the superstructure.  Beyond this door could be another smaller hold,
or cabins, or engineering.  She didn't know enough about this class of ship
to be sure, and the odds were great that there would be people there.

   Fuck it, she thought, what if there was?  It wasn't like she had a
choice.

   Rhianna undogged the hatch and opened it a crack.  It revealed an
enclosed hallway, and Rhianna saw doors opening off it.

   Cabins it was.

   Rhianna stepped across and closed the door behind her.  She felt exposed
in the hallway with nothing to hide behind, but at least the floor was
better on her feet.  The engines were also louder here, which meant that
she didn't have to be as quiet.

   Now she needed to find some stairs.

   As she navigated the corridors, she tried the doors.  Many were locked,
but the few she could open revealed storerooms or mechanical rooms.  She
struck gold with one open door.  Behind it was a room full of fire fighting
equipment, complete with spare coveralls in case someone needed to change
clothes.

   Whispering her thanks to whatever God might be listening, Rhianna pulled
on a set of clothes.  Now she was feeling more herself, and her hope was
building.  She tucked what little hair she had under a cap and slipped on
the smallest boots she could find.  Then she stepped out.

   Her plan now was simply to walk calmly up to the bridge, not hurrying,
not hiding in any way.  If she kept her head down, she might be mistaken
for one of the crew.  It was a risk, but a fair one considering the
circumstances.

   She found some stairs on the port side and began climbing.  Hearing
voices, Rhianna slipped down a side passageway and pretended to work on
something.  She saw three men come down the stairs and continue past her.
Rhianna's heart was racing to burst, but the relief of not being spotted
kept her going.

   In this way she continued on up, sometimes passing people in the
passageways in order to get by them.  Rhianna was pleasantly surprised to
find women among the crew, and almost stopped one of them for help.  But
remembering that her jailer had been a woman made her keep to herself.  For
once, she couldn't seek solace in the company of her own sex.  No one could
be trusted, no one but the Captain.

   As she climbed higher, she began to worry that the Captain might not be
there on the bridge, he could be anywhere on the ship.  She knew that quite
often Captains left lower officers in charge while they tended to other
ship's business, some Captains not taking bridge duty at all.

   The famous collision between the "Stockholm" and the "Andria Doria" came
to mind.  The "Stockholm's" Captain had been one of those that thought
bridge duty was beneath him.

   Thoughts like this tumbled through Rhianna's mind as she closed on the
bridge; she needed food she could keep down.

   At last she reached the top level, and passed through the chart room
behind the bridge.  There were two men working there, neither one in a
uniform of any kind, which Rhianna expected, but they both looked too young
to be the Captain of such a large vessel.  As she passed through, Rhianna
noticed for the first time that the men were speaking French, and it
occurred to her that the people she had passed below also spoke that
language.  Faint with hunger, Rhianna just hadn't noticed and a sudden fear
gripped her as she wondered what else she might have missed.  Yet there was
her target, just one more door to pass through.

   One of the men looked up to see her as she walked through the room; she
had her back to the man when he called out to her.  "Ey, vous n'etes pas
senses etre ici, ma cherie!"

   Rhianna ignored him, not knowing what he said anyway, and reached the
door to the bridge.

   "Ey!", said the man, "regardez-moi quand je vous parle!"

   Rhianna's fear began to rise and she quickly made it through the door
before the man reached her.

   She stepped out into a long but narrow room, fronted with huge windows.
In the center was the wheel, manned by a young woman in coveralls and a cap
like hers.  There were two men, standing on the starboard wing, an outdoor
extension of the bridge.  One of them looked old enough to be the Captain.

   She ran over to him.  "Captain?"

   The older man turned, to face her, his expression amused.  The younger
man with him was also grinning.

   "Congratulations," the older man said in heavily accented English,
"watching you creeping around my deck made me think you would not get here
after all.  Now I owe Francis here an extra day of shore leave."

   "What?" Rhianna asked, feeling her hopes, and her strength, leaving her.

   The Captain turned to his partner.  "Tres jolie et quelque peu
intelligente.  Elle a bien fait pour obtenir ici.  Vous devrez faire
attention avec ceci a l'avenir."

   "Je pense que j'aime ses plus grand quand elle est deshabillee," said
the younger man, his lust apparent on his face.

   The Captain chuckled and Rhianna saw in his eyes that she had been set
up.  She looked behind her to see the two men from the chart room standing
at the door.  The woman at the helm was also watching, but she quickly
looked away as if not wanting to be a part of what was going on.

   "Prenez la ci dessus," said the Captain.  "Laissez l'equipage avoir de
l'amusement.  Ils ont besoin d'un defi." The Captain winked at the woman at
the helm, who paled.  "Francis, informez l'equipage que je leur parlerai au
suject de la securite plus tard."

   Rhianna didn't have a clue as to what was being said, but when the men
started moving toward her, she had a pretty good idea that it was time to
move.

   She was angry, at being betrayed and for being so gullible as to believe
her jailer.  That anger gave her the strength to surprise her captors and
push past them.

   The men didn't try very hard to catch her though, they knew as well as
she did that there was no real place to run.  Rhianna might evade them for
a time, but they knew that food and thirst, if nothing else, would force
her to reveal herself.  There were days yet before they made landfall,
there was time.

   Once Rhianna was out the door, the two men from the chart room in casual
pursuit, the Captain got on the ship's intercom.  "Attention, attention!"
he said, calling to his crew.  "Notre invitee est libre sur le bateau. 
Celui qui l'attrape, obtient un plein nuit avec elle pour faire comme il
satisfait."

   Rhianna didn't know it, but the Captain just gave an incentive for the
whole crew to get involved with capturing her.  She was the prize for
whoever got her.

   With permission from his Captain, Francis left the bridge to join the
chase, leaving his Captain alone with the woman at the helm.

   The woman pulled her cap off, revealing herself to be Mandy, who had
taken a more direct route up to the bridge.  The Captain walked over to her
and put his arms around her body, squeezing her breasts under her
coveralls.

   Mandy grimaced, but tried not to let the Captain feel it.

   "Thanks for letting me be here," she said to him as he mauled her, "I
told you she'd make it!"

   "A strong woman, and I hope she proves to be as strong as you."

   "Then we're in agreement?" she asked him.

   The Captain stopped fondling her and gazed out to sea.

   "Certainly, Cheri, but I'll miss your participation in our games."

   "Well your games were fun, Henri, but this gal has to rest sometime. 
When I said I'd be your crew's plaything for the voyage, I didn't expect
their stamina, or your ideas about fun.  I'm sure my cargo will provide all
the fun and games you want!"

   "Maybe, but do me one more favor before you...go rest," said the
Captain, stepping back.

   "What?" asked Mandy, a weary look in her eyes.  She meant it when she
said she needed a rest.  This ship had a crew of thirty men and women, and
in the past few days she thought she had fucked every one of them.  It had
seemed like a fun idea at the time to take on the challenge of screwing the
whole crew, but these people played some serious sex games.

   It was all she could do to appear normal in front of Rhianna when she
was allowed to go see her.  Setting her up to be the concubine for the rest
of the voyage seemed the obvious solution.

   "Undress for me now, little one, let me see you," said the Captain.

   With a smile she didn't feel, Mandy slipped out of the coveralls.  Most
of her skin was untouched, but her breasts showed evidence of being
whipped, as did her ass and groin.  There were also rope burns on her
wrists and ankles.

   Mandy stood silently, her arms held out as was expected.  She didn't
usually take the submissive role in any of her relationships, but she too
had found that aboard a ship at sea there was no place to run.

   The Captain licked his lips, but he had made a bargain and he kept his
word.  The other woman would serve him and his crew.  But...

   "Mademoiselle," he said, "I would prefer you not dress for the rest of
the voyage.  The crew will not touch you again, but there is no reason why
they should miss out on your beauty."

   "Yes, Captain," said Mandy, glad to get off so easy.

   "Now go send in my helmsman.  Leave before I'm tempted to go back on my
word!" the Captain chuckled.

   "Yes, Captain." And with a tired wave, the naked nymph left the bridge.

   Taking the wheel, the Captain wondered how the chase was going.


---***---


   The chase did not go well at all for Rhianna.  It took only minutes for
the alert crew to corner her two decks down from the bridge.  Fighting a
loosing battle against hunger and fatigue, Rhianna was caught by one of the
engineers, a hulk of a man that picked her up by the back of her coveralls
with one hand.  Holding her aloft as she kicked and screamed, the man
bellowed in triumph as his envious ship mates gathered.

   "Bon travail, John, vous avez peche votre poisson!" they yelled,
applauding his catch.

   Rhianna cursed and spat at him, so he backhanded her across the face
with his free hand.  Stunned, Rhianna put up little resistance as he
stripped her of her clothing.

   Now he held her steady by her short hair, pulling on it so hard that
Rhianna clasped her hands on top of her head in an effort to keep her scalp
on.

   The engineer lifted Rhianna by her hair so she was on her toes, and half
carried, half dragged the helpless agent to his lair, a room in the
engineering spaces.  The crowd followed, those that weren't on duty, and
watched as John bound the agent to an overhead pipe near one of the
boilers.

   Now Rhianna hung by her arms, her feet a good foot off the floor.  She
had regained her senses by now and kicked the air once more in a panic. 
John stepped forward and smacked her again, this time drawing blood, then
again.

   Totally frightened, Rhianna stared at all the leering faces around her,
all the men in dirty work clothes, their faces full of lust, and Rhianna
unable to do anything about it.  She began to flash back to another time
and another ship, where the faces had been oriental yet their intent the
same.

   She began to scream as the men moved closer and began to touch her, and
she continued to scream until someone stuffed an oily rag in her mouth, and
hands began to violate her.

   From behind another boiler, Mandy stood watching, remembering when she
too had recently hung from that pipe.

   Unlike Rhianna, Mandy had volunteered to be used that way, but it had
been too much even for her.  Setting up Rhianna, taking advantage of the
Agent's continuous pleas for freedom, had been a cheap thing to do.  But
Mandy decided it had been worth it.

   She ignored the few crewmembers who stared hungrily at her naked body,
she knew no one would touch her anymore.  Staying nude the rest of the trip
was a small price to pay for her freedom.  Besides, now she could pick and
choose whom and when she wanted to fuck.

   With a smile, she watched as John became the first in a long line of men
to sample Rhianna's charms.


End of Part 9

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