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Subject: {ASSM} Watchers of the Compound   part 10
Date: Thu,  8 Feb 2001 22:10:06 -0500
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Watchers of the Compound  part 10



She sat naked in the conference room, heavy manacles about her wrists and
ankles, a heavier collar about her throat.  All were connected by chains
with huge links, and she couldn't even raise her hands off her lap.

She shrank into her seat, totally humiliated at being naked in front of the
other people in the room.  These were men and women she worked with...used
to work with...leering at her or looking at her in disgust as they discussed
her next case.

"I don't work here any more!" she kept yelling to the group, but they just
ignored her.

A man stood up, her boss...no, her ex-boss.  He kept yelling that she had to
go, that her duty demanded being used as a sex slut in order to find out who
stole the Christmas money out of the jar on his secretary's desk.

She kept screaming to be freed, but still ignored, she watched helplessly as
the others in the room unanimously decided to put her on the case.

Her boss...no, no!  Her EX-boss came over to her.  He picked up the leash
that was suddenly attached to her collar and pulled on it.

She fell forward, crawling on hands and knees, chains dragging as she was
led through the crowd.  People she knew, people she worked with...NO!  SHE
didn't work with them anymore!  They laughed at her, touched her, grabbing
at her hanging breasts or rubbing her bare pussy.

Now she was outside, crawling through the streets of New York, ignored by
the crowds of people that moved around them on the sidewalk, yet still
embarrassed about being out there with them.

Another man led her now, and she trotted after him bound in a web of leather
that left her exposed for all to see.  A bit in her mouth stopped her from
pleading, but did nothing to stop her screams.

The man turned, his oriental eyes glinting with anger as he reached out to
her.  He laughed as she pulled away, running naked down the street, her
obscenely huge breasts swaying with each stride.

She could see people looking at her...nowhere to run!  She plowed through
the crowd using her breasts as battering rams.

Ahead she saw him, her salvation, the one she loved, and he saw her too.  He
smiled, holding out his hands for her to come to him, but she cannot reach
him.

The lights were brighter now and she was strapped down to a gurney.  She
looked wildly around and she could see him on the street, but at the same
time she knew she was back THERE!

She struggled against the straight jacket that held her down, its crotch
strap rubbing directly on that tender area between her legs.  She tried to
scream but the words wouldn't come out!

Another face, one she knew well, moved close to her.  She could feel him
climb on top of her, mounting her easily.

Crying fiercely, she tried to resist, but it was hopeless.

Then she saw her father, leaning against a wall of the hospital, watching
her sadly.

"It's my time," he kept saying, "sometimes you have to give up."

She screamed for him, yelling out his name and begging him to help her!  But
he started to fade away, pushed back into the growing crowd of people
drinking champagne and watching her debasement.

Her voiceless scream rang silently next to the voice of her boss...NO NO NO!
EX-BOSS!

"It's just an assignment, you've done it before; I can't send anyone else!"

Her father disappeared and she was on her knees, crawling, her hands
outstretched but still connected with chains.

She screamed one more time for her father...!



---***---



Rhianna jerked awake, a rush of adrenaline shocking her alert.  She panted
from the exertion of the dream and could still feel the grip of the manacles
on her wrists.  Or at least she thought she could.

Rhianna took a deep breath and focused on where she was.  She was still on
the boat, in the cabin where she had gone to lie down, and it was cold!

Shivering, she looked at her watch, the dream fading quickly from her
memory.  Rhianna shuddered, glad to be awake yet now not remembering why,
except that she had had another one of THOSE dreams.  It had been a long
time, almost a year since the last one, and they were still as potent as
ever.

 "It must be the stress," she mumbled to herself, looking at her watch
again.

She had slept for several hours, much longer than she had intended.  Hell,
she didn't mean to sleep at all!  But having gotten little sleep the night
before due to her amorous night with her husband and the bondage she had
slept in, her body had stolen the rest it needed.

Rhianna stood up and stretched, noting through one of the cabin windows that
the sky was lightening up in the east.  Dawn was almost upon them.

Rhianna wondered why her father had let her sleep that long, and why they
were still out on the water.  If he had wanted her to sleep wouldn't he have
least brought the boat back himself and tied it to the dock?

What did he do out there all night?

Rhianna briefly considered that he might have fallen asleep too, but
discarded it.  Her father rarely slept at sea.

That left another thought, one she had up to now unconsciously repressed; it
surfaced and sent a chill down her spine.

"Daddy?" she called out, heading for the cabin door.  She went out onto the
stern of the small cruiser and found it empty.  With a sinking feeling in
her stomach, she searched the boat.  There was no sign of her father
anywhere, except for an envelope taped to the helm.

Half in shock, Rhianna scanned the still dark water, pulling a pair of
binoculars from a locker to help her see better.  She frantically searched
the water for her father, for something, anything, but she was alone.  With
slow deliberate movements, holding back her tears as best she could, she
checked the GPS next to the helm and called the Coast Guard.  Then with
trembling fingers she picked up the envelope and sank to the floor.



---***---



She had drifted miles further out to sea while she slept, an outgoing tide
turning into an outgoing swell that slowly pushed her far from her starting
point.

The Coast Guard, who knew her father well, was unenthusiastic about his
chances.  At this time of year the water was only barely above freezing, and
in minutes could kill someone floating around in it.  Geoff Summer Senior
could have been gone for hours.

A female ensign sat with Rhianna in the wardroom of the cutter that first
responded to Rhianna's call.  Rhianna was wrapped in a blanket against
shock, a hot cup of chocolate in her hands.

The ensign watched the older woman come to terms with the events of the last
few hours.  She watched as Rhianna beat herself up inside for not catching
the signs that seemed so obvious now, signs that led to the irrefutable fact
that her father planned on taking his own life.

What was that he said?  He wasn't going to let anyone decide how he lived?
Or died.

The cutter made it back to shore (another sailor was bringing back the
family cabin cruiser after the Coast Guard was done with it), and Matthew
came aboard to collect her.

The family had been called by the authorities at Rhianna's insistence, and
most of them met the boat at the dock.

Matthew shielded his wife from the onlookers, holding her in his strong arms
and giving her what comfort he could.  He was eager to get her home, where
the family doctor was already waiting for them.  Rhianna wasn't the only
member of the family the doctor was helping to deal with immediate grief.

Soon Matthew had her upstairs in their bed, a light tranquilizer helping her
calm down.  As he folded up her clothes, he discovered the envelope stuffed
into one pocket.  It was addressed to the family, but there was a note
written on the back of it.  The note was addressed to Rhianna.



---***---



Rhianna (it said), when I wrote this letter I didn't think you were coming,
so there isn't really much inside this envelope for you.  But now that
you're here, I feel I have to give you some sort of explanation for what
you're going to find.

I can't go on like this.  Each day I feel weaker and weaker, and I know it's
only a matter of time before they hook me up to them gadgets and I fail to
be a man anymore.

So I'm going to join your Mother on my own terms.  The sea has given us
life, so it's only fitting I give something back.

In a way, I'm glad you are asleep now.  I had plans on locking you in there
to prevent you from stopping me, as I know you would.  Don't blame yourself
for falling asleep; believe me, you couldn't have stopped me if you wanted
to.

Take care of that husband of yours, he's a fine young man, and make sure
Geoff gets this letter.



---***---



It was unsigned, but Matthew had no doubt who wrote it.  He sighed, and with
a last check on his resting wife, he stole out of the room to find the new
head of the family.

Once the door closed, Rhianna opened her eyes.

"You old bastard," she whispered, "I hope you and Mom are together again and
happy once more.  I love you, Dad!"

The tears began to flow.



End of Part 10



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