To Catch a Smuggler
By BlueWords
Chapter 10
Rhianna started to get things she'd need to clean the bathroom, but
stopped when she realized that she still needed to figure out when the
bomb was arriving. She shook her head. Her whole assignment, and she'd
almost forgotten, simply because Matthew had told her to clean the
bathroom.
She went back to the desk and to the folder. It was slow work, flipping
through the pages with her hands tied up, trying not to tug on her
breasts too much. She finally got a good idea about the way Anderson
did business. Most of his artwork came from either Europe or Africa,
and most of it was delivered via air freight. The more she looked
through the folder, the more she became convinced that the shipment
tonight was the only odd one, and the only one that fit in the time
frame Vessor had given her.
It was arriving from Mexico by boat. There were no dollar amounts on
the invoice, and it wasn't cross referenced to any other paperwork.
Just a single shipment schedule, and incomplete at that. Supposedly,
there were 4 crates, and three contained some kind of Inca artifacts.
The people responsible for the delivery weren't listed, and the party
that would receive the shipment was down only as "A.B." The next
closest shipment was more than a week away.
Rhianna decided that this was it, and she needed to call her contact.
She picked up a pen and tapped it on the desk. It'll have to do, I
can't make any sounds with this gag. With difficulty, she got the phone
off the cradle and punched in the number.
"Joe's Pizza," a voice said on the other end.
Rhianna began tapping out her message in Morse code, leaning over the
desk. After she finished, she heard the voice on the phone repeat the
message back to her. "Shipment tonight at 8pm." It went on, indicating
that is was by boat, and what type of packages to look for, finally
confirming that she didn't have a precise location, and this was her
best guess. She tapped out "affirmative". The voice asked her if she
needed assistance. Rhianna paused. She needed to continue on being
under cover, staying put until the bomb was found. She tapped out
"negative". The voice repeated her initial message once more. Rhianna
confirmed again, and then, having nothing else to report, she hung up.
"Yes sir, we've just got word from her." Wilson was on the phone with
Vessor. "She's apparently okay, and she's come up with information
indicating that the shipment is tonight." Wilson relayed the time and
method.
"Well, that certainly fits in with everything else we know, and now we
have a better idea of the time as well. Get the team ready to go. We'll
have to make sure we can follow Anderson, so bug all his vehicles if
they aren't already. Make sure the bugs can hide from a spy-store
scanner."
"Yes sir. I'll get the HAZMAT team prepared as well"
"Make sure they can stay out of sight until they are needed." Vessor
hung up. It was all coming together, just as planned.
Rhianna had barely even begun to clean the bathroom when Anderson
returned. It had taken her longer than she thought to examine the
folder and call in. He looked at her down on her knees and chuckled.
Her nipples were swollen, and her labia puffed and red from the chain
rubbing it. Even though she'd only been working for perhaps ten
minutes, Rhianna was sweating from the exertion of having to be careful
not to move too quickly. She'd nearly given herself an orgasm.
"That's enough for now, pet. Get up and come here." He watched her as
she struggled to her feet. She followed him into the living room, where
he sat down on the couch. He pointed to the floor in front of him, and
she tried her best to give him an exasperated look as she knelt down.
Anderson removed the penis gag from her mouth. Then he unzipped his
pants and pulled them down some, his hard penis springing into view.
Rhianna sighed and scooted closer so she could take him in her mouth.
Anderson didn't help at all, and the bobbing of her head that she
needed to do to suck him off cause the chain to tug at her breasts and
rub over her clitoris. "As soon as I come," he said, slightly
breathlessly, "you may come as well." He leaned back and closed his
eyes, letting her do all the work.
Rhianna felt him start to tense, which was good, as she was about to
have her own orgasm whether she wanted it or not. He came in her mouth,
and she sucked it all down, then she moaned around his penis as her own
orgasm struck. Anderson grabbed her head and pumped into her mouth,
shooting yet more cum down her throat. Rhianna swallowed it all, her
mouth running on automatic while she came. When he couldn't stand her
mouth and tongue on his sensitive penis any more, Anderson pushed her
off.
Rhianna sat between his legs and watched him as his breathing slowed
back down. He had his eyes closed and was leaning back against the
couch. She thought he was very handsome, watching his face as he
rested. She wondered if he might lay her down and fuck her now. He'd
proven he could usually get it up again quickly. Strangely enough, she
found herself hoping he would do just that.
Instead, he got up and zipped his pants back up. "Make us some lunch,
pet," he told her as he went off to the bedroom.
Rhianna was disappointed, but she tried not to show it. She had to play
slave, and slave's didn't get to choose what they wanted. That really
sucks, she thought. Fucking men. The unintended puns caused her to
laugh, at least as much as she could gagged as she was.
"Someday, you are going to have to tell me what's so funny. You're
always laughing," he said from across the room, standing at his desk.
He glanced down at the folder then up at her. Then he took it and put
it in the drawer. Rhianna saw him lock the drawer. If he noticed or
cared that the folder had been looked through, he didn't say anything.
He walked to the kitchen. "Now, what's so funny?"
"I ah oh uh ooh," she said. I want to fuck you, although she knew he
wouldn't be able to tell what she'd said.
"Oh, is that so?" He loosened the straps and removed her gag, and the
chain hooked to her nipple clamps. She worked her jaw a bit to loosen
it up. "Now what did you say?"
"Lunch is almost ready, sir," she lied.
"Okay, let's eat in the bedroom, on the table by the window."
Mercifully, he unhooked her hands from her collar, which let her carry
things much easier. She brought the tray of food into the bedroom and
set it down on the table. Anderson had opened the curtains, and the
window looked out on a spectacular view of the city. She knelt beside
him as he ate, and he would absentmindedly feed her a bite every once
in a while. His mind seemed pre-occupied with something. The shipment
tonight? They ate in silence, just enjoying the view.
Finally, Anderson broke the silence. "What would you like to do, pet?
What's something you'd want to do, right now?" It was an odd question,
and Rhianna was taken aback momentarily.
"I'd like to, I," she began. "I'll do whatever you want me to, sir."
The slave answer.
"I must be an odd master, pet. I want you to be subservient to me, to
do as I ask without hesitation, but I also want you to have a mind of
your own. And I know you do. You try hard, very hard to be the good
little slave, and you are succeeding marvelously. But I know you have a
good mind in there," he said, tapping her head, "and I want to know
what it's thinking. You're a sub, we've established that already. I
want to get to know you, pet."
Rhianna looked at him with no real emotion on her face. "I, I'd like
you to make love to me, sir," she said.
"I told you, I -" he started. Rhianna interrupted.
"Sir, you misunderstand. I mean, really make love, without the chains,
without rope, on the bed, like normal. Just once, sir."
Anderson stared at her for a few seconds. He brushed a stray hair out
of her face, and nodded. Briefly, he wondered if he was going too fast
with her. She wasn't quite like any other slave he'd had. Sylvia had
been right, there was something peculiar about Rhianna. He found that
he liked that peculiarity.
"Something else I wanted to ask you, pet. Would you mind if I got a
ring put in one of your labia? Simple silver, with one inlaid diamond.
It would have my name engraved on the inside."
"Would, would it hurt, sir?" she asked, slightly panicked at the
thought, missing the overtones of his question.
"No, no, pet, not at all. Of course, you have to let it heal for a
while, and it's similar to getting your ear pierced, only in a more -
interesting place. You'd need to clean it with antiseptic, and take
care of it until it healed. Not much pain involved at all."
"I, I am yours, sir. If you wanted it done, of course I would do it. I,
I guess I wouldn't mind, if given the choice." Rhianna wondered what
the 'right' answer was. She didn't think she want such a ring. But a
sub might.
Anderson nodded again and looked out the window. Then he stood and
asked her to stand. He undid her wrist cuffs, then removed her ankle
cuffs. "Hold on, and don't come," he said, releasing her nipples from
the clamps, one at a time. As blood rushed back into her nipples,
Rhianna had to hold onto him for support. Finally, he removed her
collar, took her hand and led her to the bed.
They had made love for hours. Rhianna had never had such an energetic
lover. He took his time, and kissed and massaged just about every part
of her body. They were both sweaty, and there were many stains on the
sheets. When they finally tired, they simply laid in each others arms.
Rhianna had her head on his chest listening to his heartbeat.
"It's just as well that you were free this afternoon, pet. I'm going to
have to go out this evening, and I was going to leave you in some tight
bondage."
"Leave me, Sir? Can't I come with you? You can still tie me up."
Rhianna wasn't thrilled about being left in bondage, and she wanted to
be there when the arrests were made.
"No!" he said, more emphatically than he'd intended. Then, calmer, "Uh,
I don't think so, pet. It's kind of important, tonight, and I don't
want you in the way."
"Please, sir. Other than the party, I don't get to get out much. You
could leave me in the car. In the trunk, if you wanted." She had to
convince him and wasn't sure how.
Anderson looked torn. Rhianna could tell he didn't want her along, but
not because she'd be in the way. Finally, he gave in. "Well, I guess I
could leave you in the office, you wouldn't get into too much trouble
there."
Rhianna sat up and smiled. "Thank you, sir, thank you." She straddled
his hips and fondled his penis, feeling it harden again. "I'm ever so
grateful, sir," she said, sliding down his legs and taking him in her
mouth.
"God, you're insatiable," he said, as her mouth began to have the
desired affect.
Vessor picked up the phone, knowing it was Wilson calling. "Everything
is in place, sir. The HAZMAT* team will be able to get in there in less
than a minute after the bust goes down. Our team knows to handle this
carefully, and we've got some of the non-lethal containments ready to
use to try and reduce casualties and the risk of breaking anything.
There will also be snipers ready, if necessary."
"Very good. Good luck to your team, agent Wilson." Vessor hung up. He
was nervous about tonight's action. It seemed like things were going
well, but he knew the first casualty of a battle was your battle plan.
If things went as planned, then it would be a major coup for him, and
everything he'd been working for would fall into place. If something
went wrong, worst case was he could conceivably end up in jail.
"Well, I just have to hope nothing goes wrong," he said out loud to
himself.
Rhianna was not currently very happy, or very comfortable. Luckily, the
vibrators in her ass and vagina had stopped buzzing a while ago, the
batteries having run down. She had a belt around her waist, and another
between her legs, locking the vibrators in. Straps went around her
thighs, calves and ankles, binding her legs together. Her knees were
bent and her feet tied to the belt at her waste. She had more straps
around her chest, above and below her breasts, and a thick collar
around her neck. Her arms were drawn up tightly behind her back. She
was blindfolded, and a gag that inflated filled her mouth. Ropes around
her arms were tied off somewhere and kept her from moving or rolling
over. The final insult had been some kind of nipple clamps that he had
applied and then made her lay on.
She had lost track of how many orgasms she'd had. When her mind came
back down, she wanted to be mad at him, but found that she wasn't. She
was tired and sore, and wanted nothing more than to stretch a little
bit. She had to remember to thank him for the bondage when he let her
go, he had told her to do so. She had to pay for being allowed to go
with him that night, as well as her freedom earlier, and he said the
best way to do that was tight bondage, something he hadn't really done
to her yet.
Rhianna felt a slap on her butt. She couldn't respond, tied up as she
was. He slowly let her loose. He left he gag in until last.
"Thank you, sir, for the bondage," she squeaked out, barely able to
form words. He had a glass of water handy and gave her a drink. "Thank
you," she said again, clearer this time.
"We need to leave soon, but I think you should show me just how
grateful you are, before we go." He opened his robe, so Rhianna knelt
up in front of him and took his hardening penis in her mouth.
End Chapter 10
*HAZMAT - HAZardous MATerials
Copyright (c) 1999 David Wright
