To Catch a Smuggler
By BlueWords
Chapter 2
Rhianna's reverie was interrupted by a bell. That meant lunch time. It
might also mean that she was being viewed, she wasn't sure. Rhianna was
in one of the special rooms that were in the adoption area of the
Kennel. She knew that at any time they could open a window or adjust
the lighting or something, and show her off to prospective masters. Of
course, she knew that the only one they'd show her to was Anderson, but
she didn't know when that might be, so she had to act like she was
supposed to.
She got up and shuffled over to the food dispensing area of the room.
The floor was marked in blue. There, she knelt up and found a thin
dildo that fit well into the hole the gag made with her mouth. She
began to suck and a salty fluid came out in. She knew this was food,
flavored to taste like ejaculate, but is was still a bit disquieting.
In the position she was, she knew that she would be showing off most of
her nudity to anyone watching through the window.
After several minutes of "food", the dildo stopped its flow, so she
switched to the other dildo which dispensed water, and took a drink.
She had to suck on that dildo as well, to get it to give her any water.
She thought that it wasn't quite like giving a man a blowjob, but it
was close enough. After being there for five days, she'd gotten used to
the routine.
She was a bit disappointed that nothing else happened. If she was being
shown to Anderson, there was a good chance he'd want to see her face,
and they had a procedure for that as well. When no one came by to
remove her blindfold, she knew that Anderson wasn't there yet.
She thought back to when she first got the blindfold, back when she
entered the doors of the Kennel. Back when Vessor had come to pick her
up from her apartment.
Rhianna didn't have very much to do to get ready for the case, she just
wanted a few hours by herself before going under cover. She was sure
that this assignment was probably the right thing to do, but that
didn't mean she had to like it. She ate a good lunch and took a long
shower, unsure as to how long it might be before she would be able to
do those kinds of things again.
Despite the other agents' confidence in her "knowledge", Rhianna wasn't
at all sure she knew how to handle the situation. She wasn't impressed
with Agent Wilson's compliments to her, or Agent Stabler's
recommendation. Perhaps he thought he was doing her a favor, but
Rhianna couldn't bring herself to trust him, not after the botched
Atamo assignment. She really didn't know much about the Kennel at all,
and had no way of knowing what to expect from Anderson. There had been
no time for her to talk with his previous "companion", and she wasn't
even in the state anymore. Rhianna hoped Tonya would take it easy on
her. At least there would be someone there she knew.
Finally, the phone rang. It was Vessor, downstairs in the limo. This
was it, she told herself, the point of no return. To catch a smuggler,
terrorists, and stop a bomb, she was about to put herself in great
personal jeopardy. She wouldn't even be able to have her gun, or any
contact with other agents once undercover. Rhianna sighed as she locked
the door to her apartment, and headed down to meet Vessor.
The limousine was very luxurious, and the ride was going to be about an
hour long before arriving at the Kennel. Rhianna was looking forward to
relaxing during the trip, ironing out the last few details with
Assistant Director Vessor. Vessor had other ideas, however.
"We need to get into character for our arrival," he told her, "so we'd
better start. Take off your underwear."
She was slightly taken aback by the request, but realized he was
probably correct. They weren't sure how paranoid Anderson was, and they
needed to make a good entrance just in case he was having the Kennel
watched. She had dressed the part as well as she could, with a short
skirt and silk blouse, and her highest heels. She pulled her panties
off easily enough but had a little trouble with the brassiere. Finally,
she unbuttoned her blouse all the way and pulled it off, the bra with
it. She quickly put the blouse back on, embarrassed. She noticed that
Vessor neither stared nor turned away. She got the feeling he was
somehow familiar with this situation. Unsure of what to do with her
underwear now, she handed them to Vessor.
As if expecting it, he took them and put them in his briefcase. "Turn
around, hands behind your back," he told her. Rhianna resigned herself
to being treated like a submissive, and turned so that Vessor could put
a pair of handcuffs on her. Then he bent down and attached a set of
cuffs with a two-foot long chain between them to her ankles.
"You came prepared," she said. Vessor said nothing in response. He
pulled a small ball-gag out of his briefcase and showed it to her.
"You know, Rhianna, I have a lot of confidence in you. I've kept track
of your career, even before your last assignment. You show a lot of
promise, and I know you can handle this case."
Rhianna was momentarily speechless. "Thank you, sir," she said finally.
"It's going to be rough, I know, but I think this is a risk that we
need to take to catch this man, and stop this threat."
"Are you sure I'll be able to find out something, sir?"
"From what we know about Anderson, he likes to handle everything
personally. I'm sure he'll have some information around. Look for
information regarding his art shipments. He smuggles the weapons in
with his regular cases of paintings and statues and the like. There
will probably be one that stands out in some manor, one where the
shipper isn't listed, or something like that. We have a suspicion that
it might be coming through Mexico. Also, we know it's coming in
sometime soon, less than a week. If nothing else, having you with him
might make it easier for us to track his whereabouts."
"How will I contact you, when I do find some thing?"
"I've a special number you can call," he said, telling her the number.
"You know Morse code, of course?"
"Yes, sir. Used it in the coast guard."
"Well, in case you're gagged, you may need to use it again, over the
phone. The agents on the other end will know that it might be the only
way you can respond and they'll be ready. Anything else, Agent Summer?"
Rhianna had lots of questions, but didn't think Vessor could answer
them. She shook her head no.
"I guess we're getting close. Open up." He held the gag at her mouth.
Rhianna was about to say that she thought they were at least a half
hour away, but when she opened her mouth to speak, Vessor gently pushed
the gag in her mouth and buckled it around her head. Rhianna tested the
gag with her tongue and found it was not coming out. It wasn't too
uncomfortable, if she had to be gagged. She sat back on her legs,
kneeling on the floor while her "master" sat on the limo's leather seat
in front of her.
Before too long, they pulled up in front of the Kennel. Before getting
out of the car, Vessor put a pair of wrap-around sunglasses on her. The
glasses were painted over, and she was effectively blindfolded. He
helped her up and out of the car and walked her into the building.
Inside, they were greeted by Tonya, Rhianna recognizing her voice.
"I'm John Smith, I believe you're expecting me," Vessor told Tonya.
"Yes, sir. This is your slave?" Tonya asked. She knew very well what
was going on, but was also staying in character.
"Yes. We've grown apart, and she's decided that this is what she wants."
"All right, sir, if you'll just sign these papers, we'll take care of
her." Rhianna was left standing alone while Vessor took care of the
paperwork. After a few minutes, she heard Tonya say, "Very good. We'll
take care of everything."
Vessor touched Rhianna's cheek lightly. Rhianna assumed it was to
continue the act of a caring master giving up a slave. She heard him
walk away.
Tonya touched Rhianna's arm and led her into another room. Rhianna
somehow sensed that there was someone else in the room.
"Normally," the other person began, "I'd have to give you an
examination, but we'll forgo that in this instance. I'm Dr. Jane Carey,
the Director of the Kennel." Tonya removed the sunglasses, and Rhianna
could see the other two women. Tonya unbuckled the gag and let Rhianna
spit it out.
"Thank you," Rhianna told Tonya.
"Don't get too used to it, in a little while, you'll be trussed up just
like all the other Pets. Are you sure you want to go through with this?"
Rhianna nodded. While they talked, Tonya removed her handcuffs and leg
cuffs. "Yes, Dr. Carey. It's important that I get picked up by
Anderson." The FBI had told Dr. Carey some of what was going on, but
not all of it. They knew who Anderson was and that they should try to
make Rhianna as appealing as possible to him.
"Well, we'll try to go as easy on you as we can, but there isn't a
whole lot we can do to break our normal procedure. You'll get a little
more 'exercise' time than others might, but otherwise, you'll
experience the Kennel just like all the other Pets."
"And I'll be taking care of the adopties for the next two weeks, so
I'll try to help out if I can," Tonya offered.
"We'll, we are going to do what we can to help the FBI," Dr. Carey
said, just a slight tinge of annoyance in her voice. "If that's all,
Tonya will get you prepared."
Rhianna couldn't think of anything else to ask, so Dr. Carey left the
room.
After the doctor had left, Tonya hugged Rhianna. "It's so good to see
you," she exclaimed. Rhianna hugged back.
"I'm glad we're going to spend some time together, although I have to
admit, I wish it were under better circumstances."
"I think we'll have some time to talk. I'll try to give you pointers on
how to act and all."
"I think that would help greatly," Rhianna said. She noticed Tonya's
outfit for the first time. It was a simple white tunic, something like
the top part of Judo outfit. The tunic was covering some kind of
leather harness.
"Well, I guess we should get started. Please take your clothes off,"
Tonya told her.
Rhianna complied, not having much on to take off anyway. She wasn't
really embarrassed in front of Tonya. She realized that Tonya must see
many naked bodies all the time, and anyway, she had been with her for
sometime when they were captives, both of them naked.
Tonya began by placing a stiff, wide collar around Rhianna's neck. It
was a posture collar, and made it difficult if not impossible for her
to turn her head or tip it forward or backward. She fastened a harness
around Rhianna's head, pulling her hair through a ring in the back to
make a short ponytail. Tonya then put a gag into the other woman's
mouth.
The gag was something like a horse's bit, but without the bar across
the middle. A padded metal prong extended down each side of her mouth
between her teeth and was wedged in the space between her back molars.
Tonya told her to bite down, and a chin strap was fastened. The result
was that Rhianna couldn't open or close her mouth much at all.
"Just relax," Tonya told her, "It's easier that way." Rhianna tried to
calm down and found that the gag wasn't too bad.
Tonya held a wide piece of leather up to Rhianna's face and attached it
to the head harness. The 'blindfold' didn't leave her blind, but she
could only see straight down to her breasts and the floor below. She
waved her hands in front of her. Her field of view was very limited.
"It's so that you can see to walk," Tonya offered. "Now for the rest."
She fastened a harness of straps over her shoulders and around her
body. A wide belt was put around her waist, and a chastity strap passed
between her legs. A strap was placed around her chest with two cups
fitting under her breasts for support. The cups helped lift, but did
not cover her breasts. Tonya then attached leather wrist and ankle
cuffs on her, adding a hobble chain between her ankles. She locked the
wrist cuffs to the belt around Rhianna's waist.
"Walk around a while, to get used to it," Tonya told her.
Rhianna moved around the room a little, but she wasn't used to being
tied up like this. Even when Atamo had chained her to the galley, she'd
not been blindfolded. Rhianna felt Tonya come up to her. A leash was
attached to the posture.
"You're going to be my little pet for a while," Tonya told her
teasingly.
Rhianna made a gurgling noise.
"Okay, we should go and get you settled in." Tonya pulled on the leash.
Rhianna could only follow, not being in a position to argue.
Tonya walked Rhianna through a door, down a hallway, then down another
hall and through another door. Finally, they rode up an elevator one
floor. Rhianna wasn't sure how far they had gone, or if they had passed
other people on the way. She was very aware of just how naked she was.
Tonya stopped her at a point where the floor had a number 6 on it.
"This will be your room while you're here," she was told. "You're lucky
you're not in the general population, they just have cages. You'll be
able to move around and stand, at least. Let me take you to the
facilities before we get you in the room." She was led a short way,
passing through a door and into a room with yellow tile on the floor.
"This is the bathroom and shower area. I know you can't see it, but all
you need to know is on the floor. I'll lead you around and you pay
attention to the color of the floor. We're now on a yellow area, this
is where you will urinate, when you are told to. This might be a good
time to do it, if you need to."
Rhianna did need to, but was embarrassed to do so. She also didn't want
to pee on herself later, and didn't know the schedule or when she might
get to do it again. She squatted down and relieved herself. The
chastity strap apparently had a screen or something in it, she could
pee right through it.
"We're now in the brown area, here is where you defecate. If you can,
please do so now."
Rhianna wasn't sure she could go through with it. Finally, she decided
the didn't need to and tried to shake her head. She had forgotten that
the posture collar wouldn't let her, and what she ended up doing was
instead shaking her breasts from side to side.
Tonya led her back out to her room. "I'll be taking care of the
adopties, but I'll have help, and the rooms are always monitored. I
might not always be the one to get you for various activities. Remember
your number, 6, and generally just obey what you're told to do. Let me
explain your room."
Tonya opened up the door and they walked into the room. It wasn't very
big, and there was no furniture inside. The floor was colored an off
white. Rhianna noticed that the floors padding was in wide strips, and
the color of the strips got slightly darker the further they went into
the room. At the back of the room was a small area of the floor that
was noticeably darker.
"This is the back wall to the room. The wall is basically a big window,
but there is small door in it so we can show you off better to clients.
You'll here a set of bells, and each bell means something different.
I'll go through them later, but one is for dinner time, one is to tell
you to present yourself at the window, and one is to go to the front
door to be let out."
Tonya guided her to one wall. "Here is the feeding area. You'll have to
kneel to get your food." Rhianna looked down and could make out two
dildoes sticking out of the wall. "One is for food, the other water."
Rhianna realized she was going to have to suck on the dildoes to
anything out of them. Finally, Tonya showed her an area of black in the
corner. "This is where the panic button is. The room is monitored, but
if you have any kind of problem, you can press the big button there.
It's for things like odd pains, cramps, something like that. Don't use
it unless it's an emergency."
So this is my world for the next few days, Rhianna thought. It's an odd
place.
"I'll be back in about a hour or so to take you out to the exercise
yard, okay?" Tonya said. She was so cheery, Rhianna felt better that
she was going to be there with her.
"Here's one of the bells." Tonya apparently pressed a button on the
wall outside the room. A chime sounded. "That's the call to come out of
the room. You'll need to get up and face the door of the room so that
you'll be ready to get out when someone, usually me, comes to get you.
Don't dawdle; if it's not me, you might get punished for not obeying.
See you in a bit."
Rhianna heard the door close behind her.
End Chapter 2
Copyright (c) 1999 David Wright
