To Catch a Smuggler
By BlueWords
Chapter 3
True to her word, Tonya had talked a lot more with Rhianna; about the
Kennel, about Tonya's life, about all sorts of things. The two of them
had a horrific adventure, both captured by Atamo, and they hadn't
talked about it very much at all. After they were rescued, Rhianna had
come down kind of hard, and had taken a while to come to grips with
what had happened to her. Tonya hadn't liked it the treatment, but she
was more used to the lifestyle in general.
They spent several hours a day together, as Tonya had only the adopties
to take care of (with help from a few others), and there weren't as
many of them. By Rhianna's chart, Tonya was supposed to make sure that
Rhianna got some exercise everyday. She could watch her in her room, or
take her out to the yard after the general population Pets had gone
back in. They talked about a lot of things, the conversations being
mostly one-sided due to Rhianna's gag. Tonya gave her some pointers on
the BDSM lifestyle.
"Safe, sane and consensual", Tonya told her. "At least, that's how it's
supposed to be. Most of the people in the community practice that way.
You get the weirdos like Atamo, or my ex-boyfriend, that don't care
about other people sometimes, but if you were to meet someone that was
part of the local BDSM community, they would be a different story."
Rhianna had never realized it was even this well organized. The Kennel
wasn't the only place people brought their pets. There was a farm for
the animal fetish types. And many people in the "community" got
together regularly for parties and lunches. There were rules and
regulations for slaves bound by contracts. Rhianna spent a lot of time
in her room wondering what they all saw in this lifestyle. She didn't
really like being tied up the way she was, it wasn't sexual stimulating
for her at all, other than the slight thrill of being exposed, and the
rubbing of the chastity strap. Tonya talked about it in generally
glowing terms. She really enjoyed her job, where she spent two weeks
on, basically 24 hours a day, and one week off.
Mostly, Rhianna was bored. There was time in the yard getting some
exercise, and having Tonya talk to her, but most of her time was spent
in her room. Definitely not cheaper than a hotel, Rhianna knew. She was
glad the Kennel was picking up the tab for her.
Rhianna did find that, despite herself, kneeling and sucking on the
food dispensing dildoes was stimulating, and at times she wished her
hands were free so she could do something about it. For all the nudity
at the Kennel, there was no sex allowed at all.
Tonya knew that Rhianna was going to have to pretend to be a
submissive, so she tried to help her out by describing what it was
like. She wasn't sure she was making sense. Finally she told Rhianna,
"Just do what you're told. Whatever it is. You can hesitate a little,
but you have to quickly give in. You are a submissive, and your master
knows what is good for you." Rhianna promised herself that she would do
that. Her refusal to obey Atamo had gotten Cory and her in trouble on
the boat. They had dressed the part, but weren't prepared mentally.
Rhianna started hoping that Anderson would come and get her out of
here. It was an odd feeling. She realized that she wanted to be doing
something, and had to look at this like a weird extended surveillance.
Finally, after 5 days, her routine was broken. The special bell rang in
her room for presentation. There were a few signals that slaves got
taught if they were in the adoption ward. One meant they were to stand
and present themselves to the back of their room, where Rhianna knew
that the window was opened to allow viewing into the room. She stood
there, realizing that she was showing off most of her nudity. Another
bell, and she turned around and knelt down to get a drink of water. A
different ring, and Rhianna crawled up to the window and pushed her
head towards a small door just below it.
The small door was opened, and Rhianna knew that it revealed her masked
face. Some clips were attached to her harness to prevent her from
pulling back and her blinder was taken off. She knew, as a slave, she
wasn't supposed to look a prospective master in the face, but Rhianna
couldn't help but momentarily glance at the man before her.
Oddly enough, she couldn't really tell if it was Anderson or not. The
man looking at her was wearing a mask that covered his head and let
only his eyes show through. Rhianna quickly looked down. Of course,
it's Anderson, she thought, they wouldn't show me to anyone else like
this.
No one said anything for a few moments, and Rhianna was beginning to
think that it had all been for nothing, that she had stayed there, tied
up, and now Anderson wasn't as taken with her as they thought he'd be.
Finally, the man said one word that strangely brought great joy to her.
"Perfect," he told the attendant. Rhianna was so relieved that she'd be
getting to work at last, that it didn't immediately cross her mind that
she'd just been sold.
While the man and the attendant left the room to arrange the final
details, Rhianna's blindfold was put back on and she was allowed to go
back into her room.
Agent Wilson came into the director's office. "The agents we have
watching the Kennel report they sighted Anderson going in alone and
coming out with a woman. By their description, it's Agent Summer."
Assistant Director Vessor looked thoughtful for a few moments. If this
worked out well, then he would have - well, no use counting one's
chickens before they're hatched.
"Good," he told Wilson. "Tell the agents they can end that
surveillance, he won't be back there. Let's hope that she can find the
information we need, and soon."
"Sir, I, well, I feel odd about sending Agent Summer on this
assignment, especially in light of what we've told -" Vessor cut him
off.
"Agent Wilson, the ultimate responsibility for assigning Agent Summer
to this case it mine, and if necessary, I will answer for it. I think
Agent Summer can handle herself, and that she is in fact well suited
for this job."
"But, she'll have to stay with him, regardless of when she actually
finds the information. Until we catch him, she -"
"I'm sure Agent Summer appreciates your concern, but I am also sure
that she understood what she was getting into. I don't believe her
situation is inherently dangerous, Agent Wilson, but of course there
are risks."
Wilson seemed unconvinced. He was about to argue something else, but
realized that the situation was already too far gone. Regardless of the
danger, Rhianna Summer was now deep undercover, and the only way out
was to help them catch Anderson. Unhappy, Wilson turned and left the
AD's office without saying anything else.
Vessor hoped Wilson would remain cool and level-headed about this. He
probably would, he had no choice now but to accept the situation.
Vessor hoped he had guessed right about Rhianna's abilities and
adaptability. Her life, and possibly the lives of millions, not to
mention Vessor's career, depended on it.
The car was limousine, with wide, comfortable leather seats. The driver
had raised the privacy glass. Rhianna sat next to Matthew Anderson,
slightly afraid of what might happen, knowing that she needed to
respect and obey him. She figured her fear would add to the realism of
her acting.
Rhianna had used her real first name at the Kennel. She knew she needed
to respond to Anderson quickly, and she didn't need to waste time
trying to figure out if he was calling her or not.
"Rhianna?" Anderson asked her. "That is a pretty name. It fits you,
pet." Rhianna sat next to him in the back of the car. Her hands were
cuffed behind her, but otherwise, she was not bound. He had removed her
sunglasses for her.
"Thank you, uh, sir," she said, uncertain of what to call him. Anderson
noticed.
"Sir will do nicely. There may be times that I'll want you to call me
something else, but I've never really liked 'master'."
"Yes, sir," she said, trying to be deferent.
"Don't be frightened, pet. I don't bite," he told her, adding, "too
hard." A grin played across his lips. "Let's have a better look at
you."
Rhianna was wearing a mumu type dress. They had handcuffed her, and
draped the dress over her to hide her naked body and cuffed hands.
Anderson reached down and pulled the dress up her legs, and Rhianna
accommodated him by lifting up her bottom, allowing him to pull the
dress up and off of her. He tossed the dress aside and turned to look
at her.
"Nice, very nice," he told her, running his hands lightly over her
breasts, causing her nipples to harden. Rhianna had thought long and
hard about how she would react once in this situation, but now it
didn't seem to matter. She couldn't fake either interest or
disinterest. She finally decided that she would let herself pretend to
like Anderson, and react otherwise how she might normal react to
someone she liked. She reminded herself that she didn't need to like
him, and didn't need to respond to him like a lover, at least at first.
He wouldn't be expecting her to be in love with him at the start in any
case. Still, his touch felt good.
Anderson continued to fondle her lightly. "Tell me a bit about your
past masters," he asked her.
"Well, I, uh, sir, that is, uh, distracting, sir," she said, squirming
slightly in her seat.
"Never the less, tell me." He didn't stop his wandering hands.
Rhianna, Wilson and Vessor (although, mostly Vessor) had come up with a
background story on her. She was relatively new to the BDSM scene,
still inexperienced. Her first master was nice at the start, but had
gotten cruel. That would explain the scars on her body that hadn't
healed yet, and the few than might never heal completely. Luckily,
she'd gotten away from him. She wasn't turned off by having a bad
experience, though, and sought out a kinder master. Her second master
proved to be not 'masterly' enough, and they both eventually decided to
split up. Rhianna hoped that putting herself up for adoption would help
solve her problem. This is what she told Anderson, all the while trying
to ignore his probing hands.
Anderson had nodded during her explanation, but not said anything. Now,
still silent, he motioned for her to open her legs. His fingers slid
over her trimmed pubic hair and over her vaginal lips. Despite herself,
Rhianna had responded to his touch. She had been denied release at the
Kennel, and hadn't had much of any kind of relationship for a while.
Being fondled in such an overt manner was turning her on.
Anderson slid a finger into her vagina. She was wet, much to her
embarrassment, and the finger entered easily. He brought the finger up
and rubbed her clitoris with it. Rhianna moaned, and fought to keep her
composure. Anderson kept up his fingering her, and Rhianna found that
he was quickly bringing her to orgasm. Rhianna knew from Tonya that
some masters teased there submissives, and that in general, they
weren't allowed to come without permission.
"Sir, I -" she began.
"Come for me, pet. I want you to come, now." His voice was gentle and
soothing, his hands seem to know just what to do. Rhianna could hold
back no longer. She forgot she was in the back seat of a car, forgot
they were driving through a crowded city. She leaned her head back and
moaned out her orgasm.
When she regained her composure enough to open her eyes again, she
noticed Anderson watching her, his fingers still inside her. Seeing her
look at him, he removed his hand and held the fingers up to her mouth,
still glistening with her juices. Rhianna had failed this test before,
and although she would have preferred not to do it, she would not fail
again.
She opened her mouth, and sucked his fingers in, licking them clean.
She tasted herself; salty, slightly sweet. Not bad, just not something
she really wanted to do. But that was what this whole assignment was
about, wasn't it. Subverting herself and doing whatever was asked of
her. She hoped the millions of lives she was saving appreciated her
sacrifice, even if they would never know about it.
Anderson reached down and inserted a finger into her again. He brought
it out, but instead of offering it to her, he sucked on it himself.
"Mmmm. I'll have to taste more of that later," he told her. "Looks like
we're here," he said, glancing out the limo's darkened windows. They
had driven into an underground parking area, and the limo driver pulled
up close to the elevators. Anderson got out, then reached in to help
Rhianna out. He made no move to put her dress back on.
It took all of her will not to jump back into the relative safety of
the car. She was naked, her hands cuffed behind her, out in a public
place. "Your master knows what's best," she remembered Tonya saying.
Steeling herself, she walked to the elevators, with Anderson lightly
holding her arm.
The ride up to his apartment was nerve-wracking for her. She kept
worrying about someone getting onto the elevator with them. The
elevator's mirrors reflected her nakedness back at her. As they walked
down the hall, she worried that someone would come out of another
apartment. Finally, she knew that there was nothing she could do about
it even if it happened. Anderson evidently wasn't worried, but oddly
enough, she felt a big sense of relief when they closed the door of his
apartment behind them, and she was completely alone with him at last.
End Chapter 3
Copyright (c) 1999 David Wright
