To Catch a Smuggler
By BlueWords
Chapter 4
Rhianna looked around at the apartment. It was nicely furnished. A bit
more Spartan than she might have done but tastefully done. The
furniture was good quality with out appearing ostentatious. It didn't
seem like a dungeon, and she didn't notice any hooks on the walls or
chains lying around.
Anderson left her standing by the door and walked over to a wet bar.
"Would you like something to drink?" he asked her. She stepped into the
room, trying to take everything in. Here she was, naked, hands cuffed
behind her, and he was acting as if this was a normal, everyday
occurrence. Perhaps for him it was.
"Please," she answered. She had been about to ask for wine, if he had
it, but she realized that she wasn't supposed to ask for things like
that. Being a submissive was hard for her, and she constantly had to be
on her toes. Strangely enough, he brought her a glass of red wine. As
she couldn't hold the glass, he held it up to her lips and tipped it so
she could drink.
"Thank you, sir," she said politely. Be overly polite, she told
herself. He set the glasses down.
"I imagine it will take a little getting used to. I'll explain your
duties later. I had actually planned on waiting for a week or so before
seeking a slave, but for several reasons I decided to look this week.
I'm so glad I did," he said, adding, "you might have been gone if I had
waited too long." He fondled breasts, then pulled her close to him, one
hand grabbing her ass, the other guiding her neck while his mouth
hungrily devoured hers. His tongue met hers and Rhianna lost her
breath.
If she had had a rational thought right then it might have been, "God,
he's a great kisser." As it was, she found herself surrendering to his
kiss, forgetting for a moment why she was even there. Finally, he let
her go, and she took a moment to get her bearings.
"Kneel, please," he told her. Rhianna knelt on the carpet. She was
about to pull her legs together, but realized as a slave that she
wasn't allowed modesty. Instead, she forced herself to spread her knees
apart. Anderson undid his zipper and pulled out his semi-erect cock.
Very briefly, she considered the utter perversity of the situation. She
wasn't happy about being there, but giving him a blowjob was going to
help save lives. She didn't think she would mind if this were a normal
relationship, so she tried to keep that in mind as she began. This is
where my practice on the food and water dispensers will pay off, she
thought, perversely.
She took the head into her mouth and gently licked it, then sucked some
more of the now hard member into her. Anderson let her do all the work,
and evidently she was doing a good job. She looked up at him, but his
head was tilted back, mouth slightly open. After a few minutes, she
felt him tense, and he shot his load into her mouth, down her throat.
She was able to swallow him easily, and she thanked the "training"
she'd gotten at the Kennel. She decided she had not found the
experience unpleasant, given the circumstances.
Anderson recovered, pulled out of her mouth and zipped himself back up.
He went and sat on the couch and picked up his drink. "I made a good
choice," he told her, motioning for her to come over to him.
She crawled on her knees over to where he sat and laid her head on his
leg. Anderson gently petted her hair. Rhianna was surprised at herself
for getting into her role so easily, for doing what she did so readily,
but mostly, for enjoying it as much as she did. The revulsion she had
thought she would have wasn't there. Being Atamo's captive had been
hell, everyday. This was so much different, like night and day. She
wasn't quite here willingly, but she wasn't quite a captive either.
Mostly she was confused about how to feel.
She decided just to enjoy it for the moment.
Anderson explained her duties around the apartment when she was not
otherwise engaged. She was to clean up the place and generally do maid
duties. She was also to be the cook, although he had simple tastes and
wasn't expecting her to be a gourmet chef. Rhianna bristled a bit at
that, she was a pretty good cook, and vowed to show him when she got
the chance.
He had taken her into the bedroom and removed her handcuffs, but
quickly replaced them with leather restraints. She was now wearing a
collar, wrist and ankle cuffs. A hobble chain, slightly longer than the
one she wore at the Kennel, connected her ankles, and her wrists had a
six inch chain between them. In addition, he had her put on 4 inch
heels.
"Luckily, you're about the same size as my last slave," he told her.
Actually, the shoes were a little tight, and he said they'd go and get
her her own pair the next day. Rhianna had some trouble walking in
them, she wasn't used to wearing heels that high, and she'd been
barefoot at the Kennel.
Throughout it all, he couldn't seem to keep his hands off of her. He
was always fondling her, kissing her nipples or her neck, rubbing his
hand over her ass. Rhianna found that all the attention made it hard
for her to think. She was constantly in a state of arousal. The fact
that he kept his clothes on and she was always nude didn't help matters
any. She found that it was easier to fake interest in him than she had
thought it would be.
While he was putting her cuffs on, Rhianna decided to ask him some
questions, to see if she could get any idea of something going on.
"Sir, permission to speak?" Rhianna asked.
He looked at her a bit quizzically. "Oh, yeah, sure," he said after a
moment. "Listen, I might demand a lot out of you, but the not speaking
thing, well, I don't really get into that. One of the things I do like
is conversation. I make ask you to be quiet at times, but in general,
you can talk about whatever's on your mind. Usually, if I want you
quiet, I'll gag you." He looked at her a moment. "You know, you're a
bit of a puzzle."
Rhianna was a little surprised. She hoped that she hadn't done
something to give herself away. "What do you mean, sir?"
"Well, you're about the most polite sub I've had, and yet, it seems
like you're struggling in some ways."
"I'm new at this, sir," she answered carefully, "I, I guess I'm not
sure how I should act all the time." Then she added, "I want to learn,
sir."
Anderson looked at her up and down, then motioned her to spread her
legs. Putting his hand on her neck, he bent her over at the waist.
"Grab your ankles," he told her. Rhianna tried to, but the chain on her
wrists prevented that. She settled for grabbing her hobble chain. She
felt his hand roam over her buttocks. "Are you mine?" he asked her.
Feebly, she answered "Yes, sir."
"You'll do whatever I want, and I can do whatever I want with you?" His
hands lightly massaged her butt cheeks. The threat of a spanking his
massage implied scared her a little.
"Yes, sir," she answered, more strongly this time. He let his hand
wander down to her vagina, and slowly inserted a finger. He pushed the
finger in and out of her a few times, then trailed the slick digit up
over her anus, continuing around and down her back, almost to her
shoulder blades. The hand was suddenly back on her buttocks, and
Rhianna almost gasped, afraid the spanking was going to start.
"Well, good," he said, finally. "That's all you need to know." He
pulled on her collar, motioning her to stand up again.
Rhianna was visibly relieved. She stood awhile, unsure of whether she
should move or not. She remembered what she was going to ask him. "Uh,
sir, I was wondering, well, you said that there were several reasons
you picked out a submissive today, and I was just wondering what they
were."
"Yes, well, let's see. I had a very good lover and submissive until
just recently, but she had a change of heart, something to do with
family problems, I believe. I was sorry to see her go, to tell you the
truth, but these things happen, and I suppose that in a way, we were
growing a bit apart. That's one reason. Another is that there is a
party coming up, tomorrow in fact, and I like to attend as part of a
couple. We'll have to get you ready for it tomorrow."
Rhianna felt her face go white. A party? She pictured some kind of
orgy, of having to have sex with many other men, maybe women. She never
would have signed up if she had known that.
As if he could read her mind, Anderson answered her fears. "Oh, god,
don't worry about that, pet," he said, grabbing her chin and looking
into her eyes. "I'm a selfish master. Others can look, but not touch.
I'll want you all for myself, all right?"
Rhianna clamed down quickly. She found herself trusting this man. A man
she knew smuggled dangerous weapons into the country. She had a hard
time reconciling her two views of him.
"Anyway," he continued, "I really do need someone here during the day
to clean up. I prefer my maids naked and in chains." He smiled at her.
"Finally, I'm pretty horny, and like to keep someone around." At that,
he grabbed her neck and kissed her deeply. When he finally let got,
Rhianna found she was dizzy. He patted her on the butt. "Why don't you
go and make dinner, and I can see how well you cook?" he said.
Rhianna shook herself, then shuffled off to the kitchen to see what he
had to make.
Rhianna managed to cook up a pretty good dinner with what Anderson had
in the kitchen. It wasn't fancy but it was tasty. She had to adjust to
cooking with a chain restricting her reach, and being in the nude. She
found herself wondering what was going to happen that night. To save
lives, she had volunteered to become a slave to this man. That included
the probable event of her having sex with him. She originally had
steeled herself to the inevitability of the event. She had hated every
day on Atamo's boat, but this was so different she didn't know what to
think. So far, what she had seen of Anderson led her to believe he was
in general, a nice guy. If she had met him under other circumstances,
she would have probably talked with him, even accepted an invitation to
dinner. He was suave and handsome and so far, a good lover. Knowing he
was a weapons smuggler soured her feelings for him. That part of his
life didn't jive well with the rest of what she knew of him.
In the end, she had to resign herself to doing whatever he wanted her
to, at least for the duration of the assignment.
She was about to serve dinner when she thought of something else Tonya
had told her. "Try not to make any assumptions." She shuffled into the
living room where Anderson was watching TV.
"Sir, dinner is almost ready," she told him.
"Good, good. I'll have a beer along with it, as well."
"Yes, sir," she answered. "Sir, I was wondering, should I set out one
place or two?"
"Two will be fine," he replied.
She went back and set up the table, and placed the plates of food down
as he approached and took his chair. She brought him his beer. Before
she could take her seat, he stopped her.
"Come here," he said. She stood beside him, and he removed the chain
from between her hands. "Turn around, hands behind you." He attached
the chain again, locking her hands behind her back. "Kneel here, facing
me." She knelt down, legs spread wide, butt resting on her heels. He
reached over and pulled the second plate of food nearer to his, then
began eating.
She sat there for several minutes, watching him eat, getting hungrier
by the minute. For his part, he continued eating, smiling at her,
occasionally telling her how good the food was. Finally, her stomach
growling, she asked him for something.
"Please, sir, may I have some food?"
"Yes, of course," he answered, amused. He cut a few bites from her
plate and feed them to her. The food really was good, and getting a few
bites had only made her hungrier. After a little while longer, it
became clear to her that he was only going to feed her if she begged.
"Please, sir, may I have some more food?" she asked again. He gave her
a few more bites. The entire meal followed that pattern. She would wait
until he finished several forkfuls before asking for some of her own.
It was odd, but seemed to amuse him.
After they were both done, he had her get up and he reattached the
chain in front of her so she could clean up. After she was finished in
the kitchen, she went to find him sitting on the couch, watching the
international news. Unsure of what to do, she knelt on the floor beside
him. He watched for about a half hour before seeming satisfied, then
said, "Time for bed." They both got up and she followed him into the
bedroom.
Anderson released her hands and feet so Rhianna could get ready for
bed. He even had a new toothbrush for her. Once in bed, he had her lie
on her stomach, and put her hands behind her. He clipped them together,
and then attached her ankle cuffs together as well. Anderson was
wearing pajama bottoms. He lay down beside her and said goodnight.
Rhianna thought about trying to stay awake until he went to sleep, but
she quickly fell asleep herself.
End Chapter 4
Copyright (c) 1999 David Wright
