To Catch a Smuggler
By BlueWords and Leviticus
Chapter 11
She was almost naked, but otherwise unencumbered. She sat next to
Anderson in the car he was driving. No Limo today, she supposed.
Anderson had done some surprising driving, and Rhianna thought that they
would have lost anyone following them by now. He'd even checked the car
for bugs first and it had come up clean. Rhianna knew there were
tracking devices that only sent intermittent signals and were unlikely
to be picked up by any detector Anderson might have. She hoped that her
fellow agents had managed to get one of them in the car, since she
hadn't been able to tell them the exact location of the shipment.
Rhianna wondered what made Anderson so paranoid. Yet, he didn't suspect
her.
She had a long T-shirt on, but nothing else. That was so they wouldn't
get pulled over in case the police saw them, he told her. She didn't
know where they were going.
Eventually they left the city and began driving down the coast. The
drive was pleasant, the weather warm even with the sun low in the sky,
and Rhianna became increasingly concerned about the opening countryside.
The less there was around them, the less there was to hide her backup.
Despite the relaxed surroundings, Rhianna became increasingly nervous.
Finally they pulled off the highway and headed toward the Atlantic
shoreline. They drove until they came upon a group of buildings right
next to the water. Rhianna recognized them as boat houses, all in
disrepair. She wondered how, with the price of real estate here, these
buildings had been left to rot. She didn't know that Matthew Anderson
owned this stretch of shoreline and the buildings on it. The neglected
look was a necessary disguise for his business.
They pulled up to one of the largest and most solid looking buildings,
and Anderson stopped the car.
"We're here," he said unnecessarily and got out. He opened her door and
she stepped out gingerly with her bare feet. Matthew smiled at her. "You
can give me the shirt now."
Rhianna looked around, unwilling to go naked in such an open space.
"It's alright, Pet. There's no one to see. This is part of the price you
pay for wanting to come with me," Matthew said, holding out his hand.
"Yes, Sir," said Rhianna, and she peeled off her only clothing and stood
naked in the gathering dusk.
He took the shirt, and pulled a set of hand cuffs out of his pocket.
"Turn," he ordered. Rhianna did as she was told, and in moments her
hands were cuffed behind her.
Without a word he walked toward the door, and Rhianna followed. She
quickly forgot her nudity as she became anxious about what was inside
the building. She took another look around the deserted shoreline.
Matthew noticed her scan, and thought she was just being nervous about
her nudity. He was unaware that Rhianna was actually wondering where her
fellow FBI agents were.
Matthew unlocked the door and they walked inside. The interior of the
boat house was in darkness until Matthew hit a switch on the wall. The
far end began opening up like a big garage door, revealing the ocean
beyond it. Being Ex-Coast Guard, Rhianna was pretty familiar with boat
houses, and she was surprised to see that despite it's shabby exterior,
the inside of this one was fairly well kept up. The concrete, horseshoe
shaped dock was clean and in good repair, and Rhianna could see that a
hoist on rails was installed in the ceiling for hauling heavy loads out
of boats.
"May I speak Sir?" Rhianna asked as they made their way toward what
looked like to be a glass enclosed office area.
"Sure, what is it?"
"This place seems kind of unusual to do business in."
Matthew turned to look at her. "The client I'm seeing is somewhat
eccentric," he said after a moment. He stared at her for a minute,
making her feel rather uncomfortable with her arms trapped behind her,
then he turned and unlocked the office door and led her in.
"You're going to have to stay in here for a little while," he said,
rummaging through the draws of the desk in the center of the room. "I
don't want anyone to see you or know you are here." He looked up, and
Rhianna saw he had found a ball gag. "You wouldn't want them to find
you like this anyway, would you?"
"No, Sir."
"No Sir is right!" he said smiling. Matthew came over and took Rhianna
in is arms. He gave her one of his body-melting kisses, before popping
the gag into her mouth and locking the strap with a small lock. "Don't
worry. You'll be fine. Just stay quiet, and we'll be heading back home
soon. Tomorrow we can see about getting you pierced, okay?"
Rhianna nodded, wondering if she should have consented to getting
pierced, wondering what it was like. Then she remembered that if things
went to plan, there wouldn't be a tomorrow with him.
"Good girl." Matthew kissed her on the forehead, and left her alone,
locking the door behind him.
Rhianna looked around her prison. There was not much to see. A desk, but
no chair, a couple of filing cabinets, and another door that Rhianna
assumed led to the outside. There was also a wrought iron circular
staircase that spiraled up to what could be another office.
Rhianna decided to look around down where she was first. She wondered
what Matthew was up too, but since all the windows had been painted
over, she couldn't see him. Well, that meant he couldn't see her
either. She sat on the desk and managed to wriggle her cuffed hands
under her butt and past her feet so that they were now in front of her.
She then began a search of the office.
The desk was practically empty except for some blank notebooks and a few
more bondage toys. Rhianna felt she wasn't the first of his women to
have been brought here.
She examined the file cabinets and found them locked. Rocking one with
her shoulder, she discovered it to be quite heavy. Perhaps this was
where he kept the records of his criminal activities.
On top of one of the cabinets, pushed toward the back, was a plastic
bag. Curious, Rhianna managed to reach it and she opened it to take a
look inside. She paled at its contents.
Inside was a bullwhip. Just looking at it made the scars on her body
begin to itch. With her hands cuffed she managed to pull the whip out of
the bag and examine it. Despite all her contact with bullwhips in the
past, this was the first time she had actually held one. It was heavier
than she had thought it would be, the handle smooth to the touch with
two initials carved into it, "I.J.". The smell of the leather brought
conflicting memories to the surface.
The feel of bare metal on her back, her arms held clear as oriental
faces barked at her. The soft touch of Matthew fingers tracing a line
from nipple to nipple. The pain of her own body weight pulling her arms
out of their sockets as the lash fell. Rhianna swallowed and forced
herself to remember these things, the good and the bad.
As she held the whip she wondered what Matthew was doing with it. She
had been told that he was not into this side of BDSM, yet here it was.
She wondered why she had ever trusted him at all!
Rhianna began to hear a low rumbling from outside the door, and she
realized that a boat was coming into the dock. Looking around, she
wished she could see what was happening, but the windows were well
covered. However, there was the staircase. Maybe upstairs there was a
way to look out.
Whip in hand, she climbed the dusty staircase to the second floor,
another office with only a rotting desk in it. Unlike the floor below,
nothing had been touched in here in years. Rhianna treaded carefully
through the dirt towards the windows. She was in luck. The windows had
been painted over or boarded up, but one of them was broken and had a
corner missing. She could see out into the boat house. She was just in
time too, the engine of the cabin cruiser that had pulled in had just
shut off. She saw Matthew tying off the stern line to a cleat set in
the concrete.
"Matthew! My man!" said the boat's pilot.
"Rico," acknowledged Anderson.
"Everything went off great! Mario decoyed the Coast Guard with a phony
S.O.S. and we were able to get the pallet off the ship without anyone
seeing us. Wouldn't want this stuff going through customs would we!"
Rico began to laugh until Matthew quieted him down. Matthew kept looking
over his shoulder at the office he had locked Rhianna in.
"Keep it quiet, man." Anderson said softly, so softly Rhianna could
barely hear him.
"Uh... you got a babe in there again?" she heard Rico whisper
dramatically. So much for no one knowing she was there, Rhianna thought.
The two men kept their voices low as they worked on the boat. A canvas
cover was pulled back off the deck to reveal a pallet with four large
crates attached to it.
Anderson jumped back onto the dock and worked the controls of the crane.
They had just finished lifting the pallet out of the boat when Rhianna
heard a couple of vehicles outside.
Thinking it might be her team making the bust, Rhianna went over to one
of the outside windows and managed to peak through one that was
partially open. What she saw was not her salvation, but a sedan followed
by a van. The two vehicles stopped almost out of sight and Rhianna had
to strain to see who got out. Several men in casual clothes, and one
dressed a little more expensively.
These, Rhianna assumed, were the terrorists. The group Matthew Anderson
was smuggling for. Remembering the pictures Vessor had shown her so long
ago, Rhianna wished she had a gun.
She took another look around, wondering where the hell her teammates
were, and then tip toed back to the broken window. Rhianna was feeling
the strain of the gag now, and was having to consciously swallow her
drool. She wished Matthew hadn't gagged her with such a large ball gag.
Then she hit herself thinking that ANY gag was bad in case she had to
identify herself to any cops that stormed the building. At least they
would be unlikely to shoot a naked woman in handcuffs.
You're getting to used to this, she thought to herself, too comfortable.
She saw Matthew standing on the dock, talking with the well dressed man.
As much as she could tell, Matthew seemed both annoyed and relieved that
the man was there. Most of the other men were also dockside, snapping
the bindings that held the crates to the pallet.
Rhianna was beginning to think that if nothing happened real soon, than
she might be forced to do something. But what could she do, naked,
cuffed and gagged. She couldn't even yell "Stop, FBI!"
That's when she heard the rumble of engines from above as a large
helicopter passed over the building. Startled, the men on the dock
dropped what they were doing and pulled handguns from their shirts and
pants.
Rhianna ran to the outside window to see two Coast Guard Dauphin
choppers hovering over the parking lot. A third helicopter, larger, with
FBI printed on the side touched down and several men in riot gear jumped
out, weapons ready. A fourth helicopter swooped in and released more men
in suits and regular FBI jackets.
Immediately she heard gunfire from one side of the building where she
couldn't see. The men outside returned fire and began running in that
direction.
Frustrated, Rhianna ran back to see what was going on inside the
boathouse. Rico was at the wheel, and the big diesel engines of his boat
roared to life. He was getting out the way he had come. The other men
were all at the door on the far side, or working on the pallet. Rhianna
strained to see Matthew, but couldn't find him.
"Rhianna?" she heard from below her. He was in the office. Rhianna
reluctantly tore herself away from the window and moved to the stairs.
She met Matthew coming up.
"Come on! We have to go!" he ordered loudly, not giving her a second
glance.
She followed him down silently and as he began to unlock the office's
outside door she made a decision that she had been putting off for a
while now.
With his back to her he didn't see her coming as she used the only
weapon she had on him, her own body.
She ran full tilt into him, crushing him against the door, which burst
open with the impact. The two of them fell to the ground, but Rhianna
recovered first. She leapt on top of Anderson who was momentarily
stunned and rolled him onto his back.
"Rhianna?" Matthew choked out as he struggled to free himself.
Rhianna Summer knew she had to act quickly, with her hands cuffed she
was at a great disadvantage. She uncoiled the whip she had been
carrying all this time and caught one of his wrists with it. Using all
her strength she bent his arm way up behind him, making him yell.
Anderson began struggling wildly, but Rhianna used her weight to keep
him on his stomach. She did not dare release the pressure on his arm,
for who knew what he would do to her relatively helpless body if he got
free.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Anderson kept yelling at
her. She wished she could reply, but it was his fault she couldn't. As
the struggling went on she was beginning to feel another affect of
wearing such a large ball gag. Breathing only through her nose she was
quickly running out of oxygen. She couldn't draw enough air to cover the
energy she was expanding.
"Agent Summer!" she heard someone yell behind her. Rhianna couldn't
spare the energy to turn around.
"Agent Summer?" asked the voice, closer and beside her. Rhianna glanced
over to see an agent in a company jacket standing with his weapon
pointed at the ground. He was evidently shocked to see a nude, cuffed
and gagged woman manhandling another man.
Rhianna gestured with her head toward Matthew, and, the spell now
broken, the agent moved where Anderson could see him. Knowing he was
caught, Anderson stopped struggling.
"Agent Summer!" said another voice, this one familiar. Tired and sore,
Rhianna let go of Matthew and rolled off his body. The agent took over,
a set of handcuffs in his hand.
Rhianna rolled on her back to see Agent Wilson looking down at her, also
with weapon in hand.
"Rhianna?" he asked.
Suddenly very conscious of her nudity, Rhianna got up and tried to cover
herself. With her hands cuffed she could only manage to cover her groin,
which left her topless and very embarrassed.
Wilson was also embarrassed and in no time at all he had his FBI
windbreaker off. He draped it over Rhianna's shoulders, but she would
not really be able to put it on until she got her cuffs off. Wilson dug
for his key. Rhianna looked over to where Anderson was being cuffed, at
the same time hers were being removed. Another agent had joined them and
the two agents tried not to look at her as they helped Anderson to his
feet.
Rhianna was very aware that the jacket she wore only just covered her
groin and buttocks.
Anderson himself just stared at her, a look of total disbelief on his
face. "AGENT Summer?" he asked her.
Rhianna dropped her eyes, and spotted the bullwhip lying in the dirt.
She kicked it as Wilson finished undoing her cuffs. Matthew understood,
even though no one around them did.
"Ah, it wasn't - I wasn't going to use it," he said, "its, its just
something I picked up at an auction. It's movie memorabilia, one of the
whips used in the 'Indiana Jones' movies." Rhianna was still suspicious
but it explained the initials on the whip.
The agents finished patting Anderson down and tossed Wilson the only
thing he carried, a set of keys. Wilson was happy, because Rhianna's
gag had a lock on it.
"That's it, Sir," said the agent, not looking at Rhianna.
Rhianna wished Wilson would hurry up, she wanted to pull the jacket on
properly, but couldn't with him fiddling with her gag. She didn't want
to think about Matthew right now, she avoided his eyes.
"I never would have taken you for a cop, Rhianna," Matthew said to her.
"You did all this for a drug bust?"
"We're booking you for terrorism, Mr. Anderson." Wilson replied, not
finding the key he was looking for on the ring he had been given.
"International terrorism, as well as smuggling a weapon of mass
destruction into the country."
"Weapon of what? You mean like a bomb? There's no bomb. It's just
cocaine! Shit, I mean, they, they told me it was cocaine! Rhianna, you
believe me don't you?"
Rhianna had turned away, unwilling, unable to face him.
She had tears in her eyes as she shrugged her jacket on, clutching it
tightly to herself as she tried to get her dignity back. She felt sick
at what she had done, how she had felt toward this man who dealt with
death so casually, and now lied about it. She tried to stop crying as
she looked out to sea where a Coast Guard cutter had intercepted Rico in
his boat.
"Where is the key to her gag, Anderson?" she heard Wilson ask, upset.
"I, oh shit, it's at home, I didn't bring those keys with me."
"Dammit. Take this asshole away!" Wilson ordered. "And someone bring
Agent Summer here something better to wear!"
A large panel truck pulled into the parking lot with a lot of other
vehicles, and men in silver contamination suits piled out and headed
toward the building.
The shoot out had evidently ended with the bad guys loosing as usual.
"Let's get clear of the building." Wilson said to Rhianna, and he guided
her away to one of the cars.
She sat quietly in the vehicle until someone came up with a set of
coveralls, which she gratefully pulled on. Then someone appeared with a
bolt cutter and in seconds the gag was out of her mouth.
As she worked the stiffness out of her jaw, she couldn't help noticing
the looks the other agents gave her. Word of her condition had spread.
No doubt it would be all over the office by the time they got back.
Well screw them, she thought.
She waited, as did the rest of them, for the HAZMAT team to do their
thing. Sooner than they thought it would be, a silver suited figure came
out of the building and took his helmet off.
He came over to Wilson, who was standing close by where Rhianna sat.
"It's okay, there's no bomb. But there's enough material there to make
several. It looks like they were more concerned about shipping it is
safely, for it's very well packed. We can move it as is without any
problem."
"Good. Do it." replied Wilson.
The silver man nodded and went back to his job.
As word spread, there was a palpable sigh of relief among all those
present.
"I can give you a ride back to the office." Wilson said to Rhianna when
they were alone again.
"No, thanks. I think I'd rather drive alone, if I could. Is there a car
I can use?" she asked.
"Sure, take mine, I'll ride back with the others. But be careful."
"I will. Thanks."
Rhianna drove off, leaving the bustle of activity behind her. She tried
to sort out her feelings about Matthew and everything that had happened,
but had a hard time thinking about it all in any reasonable, unemotional
way.
Instead, she just drove.
End Chapter 11
Concluded in Epilog, Chapter 11, Part 2
Copyright (c) 1999 David Wright and Leviticus
