To Catch a Smuggler
By BlueWords
Chapter 7
"Sir, Anderson has left in a limousine with Agent Summer. They've
headed north up Long Island. The agents watching them said they were
both very well dressed." Agent Wilson set down a few photographs of
Rhianna and Anderson getting into a long car.
Vessor studied the pictures. "Heading to a party, it appears," he told
Wilson.
"Do you think Anderson is going to try anything tonight, sir?"
"No, it's unlikely. I think Agent Summer would have been able to make
some sign to us. It seems unlikely that he's going to try and make a
pick up tonight. He is being followed, isn't he?"
"Yes sir, oddly enough, he made no attempt at any kind of evasion."
"Well, even more reason to believe there's no shipment tonight."
"You're working late tonight, sir. I thought you had a function to
attend."
"I did, but I had to cancel for - personal reasons. I'll make the next
one." Vessor nodded to Wilson with a dismissive gesture, and resumed
the paperwork he'd been checking when Wilson came in.
Wilson smiled awkwardly, turned and left the room.
***
They drove out to a large estate somewhere on upper Long Island.
Rhianna had a blindfold on the entire trip, so she didn't see exactly
where they were going. Hopefully, the FBI had managed to follow them,
but she was unsure as to what they could do anyway, so she guessed it
didn't matter. She didn't think Anderson was going to be able to
smuggle anything in tonight.
"I want you to call me 'Master' at the party, pet. Just for tonight.
It's kind of expected, and well, I hate to sound vain, but I'm trying
to show off tonight."
"Yes s- master," Rhianna replied. She was kneeling on the floor boards
at his feet, with a blindfold covering her eyes. She noticed this was
the same position she was in when Vessor had dropped her off at the
Kennel. Anderson would reach up and fondle her breast through the dress
a few times, but for the most part left her alone.
"I think you'll enjoy yourself at the party, pet. I know I will."
"Yes, master," was all she could think of to reply.
He helped her out of the car when they got there, and Rhianna found it
slightly funny that this was twice in one week she needed help getting
out a limousine while tied up and blindfolded. He led her inside with a
leash attached to her collar. She had her wrist and ankle cuffs on, her
wrists hooked together behind her, her beautiful dress and new shoes,
and nothing else. She stepped carefully, trying not to stumble. He left
the blindfold on until after they'd passed through the door of wherever
they were. Once inside, Rhianna blinked in the light, then glanced all
around.
The mansion, for she was sure it was, was lavishly decorated. She was
in a large foyer, and off to either side were long, tall hallways. In
front of her was a large room, looking something like a dance hall.
There was a mirrored ball hanging from the ceiling, and some sort of
ambient music playing. The people were not dressed like those going to
a dance, however. Rhianna noted that she and Anderson looked normal
amidst the crowd of leather, rubber and plastic.
Many men and women who were dressed in normal, fancy party clothes.
Rhianna guessed that these were the masters and mistresses. There were
as many other people who were dressed in leather cuffs, chains, rubber
suits, confining outfits of all types. One woman walked by her on a
leash similar to her own. The woman was in high heeled boots which were
hobbled by a short chain, and a rubber suit that covered almost all of
her body, except for her face, her breasts, her ass and crotch. Her
hands were locked behind her back, and a small chain connected her
nipple rings together. She was gagged with what looked like a very
large black ball.
There were other slaves similarly dressed, or undressed. Some were
almost naked except for their chains. Others were covered head to toe
in some outlandish outfit. A few were dressed as Rhianna was, in a
party dress or a tuxedo. Almost all had a collar or some other obvious
restraint device on.
Rhianna and Anderson made their way through the crowd. Anderson grabbed
a thin glass of champagne for himself and sipped it absentmindedly
while they walked. He would often say hello to people they passed. Many
people seemed to know him. He took her to one side of the large room
and showed her a display that was set up in a small alcove.
Rhianna was shocked speechless. A woman was tied to a large 'X' shaped
cross with what seemed like dozens of yards of rope. A large dildo was
held loosely inside her with more rope. There were thin wires leading
to her breasts and her crotch area, the wires coming from a box that a
man in a chair was manipulating. The woman seemed to spasm, and Rhianna
watched as the dildo went in and out of her, from the woman's muscle
action alone. The woman jerked in her bonds in a way that made it
obvious to everyone there she was having an orgasm. The man with the
box did not let up, and soon the woman was having yet another orgasm,
straining in her ropes.
Anderson walked on and Rhianna followed. There were many such 'scenes'
going on. A man, suspended horizontally face down, by his legs and arms
and a wide waist belt attached to chains from the ceiling. He as
otherwise nude, a large gag filling his mouth. A woman behind him wore
a strap-on dildo that she was lubricating. She approached the man from
behind and rather quickly pushed the dildo into his ass and began
roughly fucking him. The man moaned and squirmed, his eyes going wide
and meeting Rhianna's eyes for a moment. Then he jerked, and come
spurted out of his hard penis to the floor. The woman behind him
laughed and continued fucking him.
Other scenes, a woman tied to a chair, and man bent over a bar being
spanked, another woman, not tied down at all, simply laying on a bench
being fucked by her lover. Rhianna wondered what Anderson had in store
for her.
They came upon a scene where a woman dressed in laytex and apparently
wearing diamonds was gleefully using a whip on a tied up girl. The girl
hanging there had already taken several blows from the whip and jerked
from another when Rhianna and Anderson came up. Anderson saw the
mistress and turned his head away in disgust, tugging on Rhianna's
leash.
"Come on, let's get away from this one," he said, sounding upset.
Rhianna didn't move, though. After her first view of the scene, the
girl being whipped, she had frozen in place and shut her eyes.
"No, please," she whispered to no one.
Anderson suddenly realized his charge was not moving along behind him
when he had to tug on the leash.
"Pet? Let's go - pet?" Rhianna didn't seem to hear him. "Rhianna?" he
asked her, uncharacteristically using her name. "Rhianna, are you all
right?"
Rhianna felt the floor move under her feet. In her mind, she was tied
up again, seeing the face of Atamo's ugly henchman. He was raising the
whip, about to strike her when someone called her name. They never had
used her name on Atamo's ship. They'd given her some other name. What
was going on?
Rhianna struggled to remember. She wasn't on the awful ship anymore,
she'd been rescued, along with Tonya and, and Maria. Instead, she was
at a party, pretending to be the slave to someone. Anderson, Matthew
Anderson, and he was calling her name. She opened her eyes.
"Sir," she said, almost inaudibly. She looked around, making sure she
wasn't on a boat.
"Pet, are you all right? What's wrong?" Anderson was genuinely
concerned.
"I'm sorry, master, I'm sorry. The, the woman with the whip, she -"
Rhianna shuddered slightly. Anderson put his arm around her and led her
away from the scene.
"It's okay, pet. She's an evil bitch, and I try to avoid her if at all
possible. My few dealings with her have been very distasteful."
Anderson had his arm around Rhianna, and if her arms weren't tied
behind her, she might have almost felt normal. "Was that, did you first
master do that?"
"Yes sir," she said softly in his ear. "I was whipped a lot. I'm sorry,
master, for -" Anderson put a finger on her lips.
"It's all right, Rhianna. I will never do that to you. You're safe with
me, okay?" He smiled at her, and she did feel safe. "Are you okay, now?
We could leave if you felt ill."
Rhianna was surprised at his statement, expecially since he'd been
looking forward to this party. She started to worry about completing
her assignment, and if she couldn't hold up at the party, he might
decide to get rid of her. She felt that she had to stay. Besides, she
felt better about things now. He wouldn't treat her that way, he
actually seemed to care for her.
"No, master, please. I'm fine now. I promise, that won't happen again."
Anderson looked at her and seemed to decide that she was telling the
truth. They were well away from the whipping now, so he removed his arm
from around her and took up the leash again. He continued to lead her
around, as before. But every once in a while he glanced at her to make
sure she was all right.
A well-dress woman about Rhianna's age approached Anderson. "Matthew,
how are you?" she asked excitedly. She grabbed his head and kissed him
full on the mouth, making a big show of it.
Anderson seemed slightly peeved at the woman. He took a step back from
her. "I'm just fine, Gwen." He turned to Rhianna. " Gwen, my new pet.
Pet, this is Gwen." Rhianna tried to do a small curtsy.
"She's lovely, Matty, just lovely." Gwen made a reach for Rhianna's
dress, as if to lift it to get a better view of what was underneath.
Anderson lightly slapped her hand.
"Now, now Gwen, you know better," he told her.
Gwen made a pouting face. "You and your no touching policy," she said,
grumpily. Then her face changed to a smile, the incident apparently
forgotten. "So, how long have you had her, Matty?"
"Just a few days. This is her first party."
"Well, we'll just have to make her feel very welcome." Gwen leaned in
and lightly kissed Rhianna on both cheeks, fondling her breasts as she
did so. Rhianna was a little taken aback.
"Thank you, mistress," Rhianna said haltingly.
Anderson suddenly caught sight of a very tall black man in the crowd.
"Good god, it's Mumbusu Mulata. I've been waiting to talk to him for
months." He turned to Rhianna. "He's a very important man in African
art circles. If I could talk to him . . ."
"Well, why don't you go ahead," Gwen urged him.
"I've heard he's gay, and doesn't like talking with women around." He
inclined his head towards Rhianna, indicating that Mulata might not
like her presence.
"I can watch you pet, Matty, if you want to go talk to Mr. Mulata."
Anderson turned to look at Gwen, studying her for a few seconds.
"You promise not to touch?" he asked her, his look almost a glare.
Gwen gave another pout. "Yes, I promise, Matty. Go have your talk. We
women will get along just fine without you."
Anderson turned to Rhianna. "I'll just be gone a few minutes." He
handed Rhianna's leash to Gwen and went off to talk to the tall black
man.
"Now," Gwen told Rhianna, pulling her along, "let's go see what trouble
we can get into.
***
Gwen lead Rhianna around the room, looking at the tableaus taking
place. It was like no party Rhianna had ever seen or imagined in her
life. Looking into the crowd of people in the middle of the room
mingling, it might have almost seemed normal, if you considered what
people were wearing, or not wearing as normal. But along the edge of
the room it was another story. There were many different restraint
devices along the walls of the room, each in their own alcove. Most
were being used.
They came upon a man who was tied rather simply. A pole came up from
the floor to about four feet in height. The man's arms were bound
behind him, tied to the top of the pole. His legs were kept apart by a
spreader bar attached to ankle cuffs. There was a thin blindfold around
his head. The only other thing he was wearing was a leather cock and
ball harness, that kept his eight or so inches of cock stiff and
straight out in front of him. There was no master or mistress around,
and Rhianna noticed a sign that said "Please Use", hanging down from a
chain hooked to nipple clamps. He had been left there for anyone,
apparently.
"Oh, god, look at the size of him, dear girl," Gwen said. His cock was
thick and hard, the head purple, a small amount of pre-come dripping
from it. "Wouldn't that be just glorious to have in your mouth, dear?"
Gwen went up to the man, tugging Rhianna after her. "Why don't you give
him a thrill?" Gwen asked her.
"Mistress, no, I - my master wouldn't want me to." Rhianna hoped she
wouldn't be forced to suck this man off, and hoped that Gwen would
honor her promise.
Gwen pouted again. "Oh, that's right. My god, you're as bad as he is,
aren't you?" She reached out and grabbed the man's penis and began
stroking it. "Are you sure you don't want to taste this? I won't tell,
you know."
Rhianna shook her head no. If had she wanted to 'give him a thrill',
she would not have trusted Gwen not to tell. Gwen sighed and let go of
the man's cock. "Oh well," she said.
They walked on, and Rhianna was continually amazed at the sights. At
one scene, her eyes opened wide in surprise, and Gwen noticed.
"Oh, would Matty's pet like to try that?" Rhianna shook her head again,
but couldn't seem to stop staring. On a slightly raised platform, a
woman was tied down to padded sawhorse looking bench. Her legs and arms
were fastened to the legs of the sawhorse and her head and ass hung off
each end a little. There were two large, well-muscled men, one at each
end of her. One was vigorously fucking her cunt, and the other was
shoving his cock well down her throat. To top it all off, there were
two women, mistresses, Rhianna assumed, spanking the men with long
paddles. It was one of the most bizarre things Rhianna had thought
she'd ever seen. She felt a tug on her collar, and Gwen was walking
off. Rhianna was embarrassed by her curiosity of the scene.
They came upon a setting where no one was tied up. There were chains
hanging from the ceiling and some more bolted to the floor.
"Here, let's have a little fun," Gwen told her. She had Rhianna step up
to the middle of the chains. "Here, let me undo your hands." Rhianna
wasn't sure how to react. She was sure this was a bad idea, but wasn't
sure if she should resist Gwen or not. She had promised not to touch,
but who knew what she was thinking. Where the hell was Matthew, anyway?
Gwen attempted to unhook Rhianna's hands so she could attach it to one
of the chains hanging down. Rhianna decided that Matthew would not go
for this, and she sure as hell knew she didn't want to be tied up for
Gwen. She pulled her hands away from Gwen.
"Mistress, please. My master was clear in saying no touching. I don't
think he'd want this."
Gwen's face turned angry. She was about to say something when Anderson
walked up.
"And you'd be right. What were you up to, Gwen?" Gwen's face changed
from anger to a smile in an instant. Rhianna had thought Gwen was about
to hit her, but now she was all sweetness.
"Oh, Matty, I was just going to show you 'pet' here how these things
worked. She was asking about them and -"
"Oh, I just bet you were, Gwen. If I hadn't been so desperate to talk
to Mulata I would never have left my pet alone with you. I should just
trust my instincts more."
"Matty, I wouldn't have hurt her. You know me, I was just going to -"
Anderson interrupted her again. "You were probably going to spank her,
I know what you like, Gwen. Rhianna is very skitterish around whips and
all. Her first master mistreated her badly."
Gwen's face softened then, as she looked at Rhianna. "Oh, you poor
thing. I'm sorry, really I am. Matty knows I was just playing." She
couldn't whether the other woman was being serious or not, but she
seemed to mean it, so Rhianna took her at her word.
"I am sorry if I offended you, mistress," Rhianna told her.
"Oh, Matty, she just is ever so sweet. No offense taken, dear," Gwen
said. She leaned into Rhianna as if to kiss her cheek, and whispered in
her ear, "What I really wanted to do was take you somewhere and fuck
you silly. Maybe if you're lucky, Matty will do that. I've heard he's
very good, if you like that sort of thing." Gwen kissed her cheek and
stepped back.
"Well, Matty, I guess I'll be off to find another victim." She laughed
out loud as if at some very funny joke, kissed Anderson on the lips
again, and wandered off.
Matthew shook his head. "I just don't get her sometimes. Hell, I don't
get her at all." He looked Rhianna over. "Are you all right?" he asked
her.
"Oh, master, I'm doing very well, now that you're here," she replied.
She was momentarily surprised at her own answer. Where had that come
from? she thought.
Anderson kissed her full on the lips, very passionately. Rhianna found
herself wishing her hands weren't still tied together, so that she
could hold him during the kiss.
"I seem to have a problem leaving you with other people, pet," he said,
breaking off the kiss. "I'll have to try and be more available myself.
If it's any consolation, my talk with Mulata was very productive."
"That's very good, master," she said.
Anderson led her a few steps away from the chains, then turned to her.
"I know we've not been together long, but I'd like to ask you, do you
trust me, pet?"
Rhianna was a bit startled by the question, but found herself answering
before she'd thought what the proper answer might be. "Yes, master, of
course I do." Another surprising answer, she thought, more so because
it was the truth.
"Well, good, because I found what I was looking for, across the room.
But first," he said. He unhooked her hands from behind her and then
undid the ties holding her dress on and pulled it off of her, leaving
her naked. "Okay, let's go," he said, now holding her dress in one
hand, her leash in the other.
End Chapter 7
Copyright (c) 1999 David Wright
