Message-ID: <21531asstr$943758601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <001f01bf3938$d9715be0$90e946cf@lewis> From: "Leviticus" Subject: {ASSM} To Catch a Monster part 2 (Crime, BDSM) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2314.1300 Date: Sat, 27 Nov 1999 22:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, Lambchop To Catch a Monster Part 2 The little sail boat bounced merrily across the water, it's bright red sail stiff and solid in the wind. At the stern sat the pilot, one hand on the tiller, the other gripping a winch handle. She watched with a keen eye for the next marker, planning ahead for the turn into the wind. Ahead of her was only one other boat, it's blue sail not quite as tight. Yet it alone had managed to stay ahead of her while others fell behind, but that was soon to change. The marker came and our pilot deftly handled winch and tiller like she was born to it, whipping the little boat around and cutting the corner enough to come out along side her rival. The pilot of the blue boat looked over in surprise, he had thought this race all but won. He gave a cheery smile at his sudden competitor and busied himself with the business of tacking into the wind. Spectators watched with renewed interest as the two small boats tacked together, neither one seeming to gain a lead over the other. Their interest had grown because for the past four years the pilot of the blue boat had always won this annual event with ease, but now a newcomer seemed ready to take his trophy away. People began to cheer as the two boats zig zagged by, and not a little unofficial betting went on as the group watched their colleagues. The last marker. After this it was a straight run with the wind to the finish line. Blue had the inside of the turn but Red made the turn faster. Each pilot trimmed their sail and the little boats picked up so much speed that they seemed to fly over the water. The pilot of the red boat risked a glance over at the blue. She noted that he still hadn't gotten his sail as tight as it could be. He was good, but not that good. With a smile she concentrated on the water ahead. The finish line was right next to the large cabin cruiser where the party was being held. Spectators lined the deck rails and cheered as the two small boats sped near. The cheering got even louder as they crossed the line, the red boat leading the blue by a full length. The two boats slowed down as the pilots pulled their sails and got turned around. The victor floated up to the gangway first. "Congratulations Rhianna!" someone shouted. Smiling with pleasure and a little embarrassment, Special Agent Rhianna Summer climbed out of the little boat with the red sail and accepted a kiss on the cheek from one of her well wishers. There were also a few wolf whistles from the throng which made her blush. Dressed in red shorts and a red bikini top she made a striking picture, one quite a few of the men on board were happy to notice. As she made her way up the gangplank to the deck proper, the pilot of the blue boat jumped out of his craft and hurried to catch up with her, behind him followed the other competitors of the race. He caught her as she stepped onto the deck. He had to wait a moment as Rhianna was greeted by other well wishers before he could say anything himself. "That was good sailing Agent Summer." he said. "Thank you Sir. You're very good with a boat yourself!" Rhianna replied. "Evidently not good enough. I guess you didn't get my memo saying that I was supposed to win this race every year!" Rhianna's smile faded a moment and the man laughed. "Just kidding, Rhianna. I can call you Rhianna can't I?" "Sure, Sir." Rhianna said her smile returning. She had wondered if she had made a faux par for a moment. She'd heard stories about how etiquette had tripped up more visiting agents then bad police work ever did. One never knew! "Brad, please!" said Assistant Director Brad Renslow, a big strapping physical fitness nut and head of the Miami department of the FBI. "Brad." said Rhianna sweetly, taking his hand and shaking it. Before any more words could be said, a woman appeared with a small trophy in her hand. She was followed by a photographer who began taking pictures. "Agent Summer!" called out the woman, who happened to be Brad's second in command. "It's trophy time. Are you ready?" Rhianna nodded and the crowd gathered to watch as Rhianna was awarded the little trophy on behalf of the Miami office's Annual Water Christmas Party. Rhianna thanked everyone and the crowd began to break up and head for the food. This was a crowd of FBI personnel and their significant others. They, like most cops, were not about to turn down free food. "Come on, I'll escort you to the head of the line." Brad said to Rhianna, who was feeling a bit lost. "Thanks Sir...I mean Brad. But you don't have to." "Nonsense. It's tradition for the winner of the race to eat first. Besides, it's the only way I'll get to the head of the line myself this year." Rhianna laughed and allowed herself to be escorted. As they passed others waiting for food there were calls of "Hard luck Sir!" and "Good job Rhianna!" and "Maybe next year!" from the group. Rhianna noted again what good camaraderie there was in this office. AD Brad Renslow certainly knew how to connect with his people. She wondered what her own boss in New York, AD James Vessor would think of all this. Vessor was someone who just wasn't the type to strip down to shorts and go sailing in a boat race with his staff. In fact, Rhianna couldn't remember ever seeing him without one of his impeccable suits on. Plate of food in one hand, trophy in another, Rhianna found herself guided by her host and boss for one assignment to a table. They sat down and rested, the race taking a lot out of both of them. "Where did you learn to sail like that?" Brad asked her. "At home. My dad taught me how to sail." Rhianna replied, digging in to her salad. "Is he a professional sailor?" "Kind of, he's a fisherman. Runs several trawlers in our home town back in Maine." "I see. Then the sea is nothing new to you." Rhianna smiled. "I grew up on it!" Brad looked over at another agent who had sat down to join them. "You brought in a ringer, Phil!" he said with a chuckle. Phil grinned. "Did she tell you that she also used to be in the Coast Guard?" Brad growled. Rhianna laughed at the by-play. She had enjoyed her assignment here, one of three agents sent down from New York to conduct a joint drug enforcement case. FBI and DEA had gotten together for once and managed to pull together evidence that shut down a major drug pipeline to the north east. Now all that remained was the paperwork. "I'm told congratulations are in order for your work here." Brad said to her. "Oh! I just did my job Sir." Rhianna replied. "Did your job? How you got Emilio Estoro to surface is still a mystery to me. We've been after him for months and you find him in just a week!" Rhianna smiled, and thought about the hard work she had put in to find him. Under separate orders from Vessor she had spent the week bouncing from one BDSM hang out to another, posing as a sales girl for a leading bondage equipment dealer. She had been bound in more different ways than she could think of during the week, demonstrating her goods while keeping an eye out for Estoro. Rumor had it that he owned a large chunk of one of the BDSM emporiums in town and sure enough he had taken an interest in the beautiful sales woman who was ready enough to allow her own display items to be used to put HER on display. She almost didn't get away from him, and a number of others who thought that she might be willing to go that extra length for a sale. But before going on any of the calls she locked on a chastity belt and left the keys in her hotel room. That way her reputation stayed intact. Rather than be annoyed, her potential customers found it amusing that her employer would send her out so equipped, and many remarked that she was so beautiful that it was a good thing they had! Rhianna even had a couple of good offers to be cut out of it! One by Estoro himself! Once he was located, Rhianna passed on his location to her team mates and he was arrested the next day for drug trafficking. Vessor told her to stay for the party and come back afterwards. Rhianna was glad for the break. Some of the positions she had been locked in for her demonstrations had been murder. It wasn't something she wanted to do full time. "Just luck Sir." Rhianna said. "Brad, please. I hear you're going back north tomorrow?" "Yes, got a mid-morning flight." "Then perhaps you can have dinner with me tonight, and you can tell me some more about how the sailing is in Maine." Rhianna blinked. Fraternization like this was frowned upon, but then it wasn't as if she worked for him anymore. He was rather handsome too. "Sure." "Good. I'll pick you up at seven." Other agents began sitting at the table and Renslow began turning his attention to them. Rhianna picked at her food for a little while longer and then excused herself. Several of the cabins below deck were designated as changing rooms and she found the one she had put her bag in earlier and pulled off her shorts to reveal a matching bikini bottom. She stashed her trophy in the bag and grabbed a towel to wrap around her waist and headed for the stern where people were swimming in the warm ocean water. The water felt good to her and as Rhianna swam she thought to herself that she really ought to swim more. The last time had been...she smiled as she remembered that rainy weekend with Bart when she sprained her ankle. She wondered what he was doing now, his last call had been several days ago. "Agent Summer!" she heard someone call out. "Agent Summer!" Looking toward the boat Rhianna saw one of the deck hands waving a cordless phone at the swimmers. She put up an arm to get his attention, then swam back to the ladder. She wondered who would be calling her here! She climbed out and stood dripping on the deck as the deck hand gave her the phone. She noted, as most women do, that his eyes left her face to travel down her wet body before he headed back to his job. As she talked she found her towel and wrapped it around herself. "Agent Summer speaking." she said. "Good afternoon Agent Summer." Rhianna recognized the voice. It was Mike Wilson, her immediate superior at her home office. "Hello Sir!" "How are things in sunny Miami?" "Fine Sir. I may ask for a transfer!" "Don't joke about that, the boss would have a fit!" chuckled Wilson. Normally a sour man who worried more than he should, Wilson seemed in the best of moods. Rhianna wondered what had prompted that! "I'm sure he could find someone else for these special assignments." Rhianna said half seriously. "Not with your skills, Rhianna. Speaking of which, there's a change of orders for you." "Another special assignment?" Rhianna asked with dismay. Usually she got a break between them to do some regular police work. "I don't think so. I'm told it has to do with a murder investigation but I'm not up on the details. The boss put the package together himself and is having it Fed Ex'd to your hotel. All the details are in it. I was just supposed to call and let you know it was coming." "Murder investigation?" Rhianna asked, her pulse racing. She was looking forward to doing some real police work. "You now know as much as I do, Rhianna. Except that you will be heading to Atlanta in the morning instead of New York. Guess it will be a while before we see you back at the office!" "Fine by me Sir. It hasn't snowed in Atlanta yet!" Wilson chuckled again. "Enjoy it while it lasts Agent Summer. Good bye." Agent Summer hung up the phone with a smile. Finally she felt her career moving again. She had thought with these special assignments that she would get no farther in the Bureau, but being handed a murder investigation was a small coup. She then remembered that she hadn't asked if her partner, Owen Johnson, would be joining her. He hadn't come down to Miami due to family obligations, but he should have been free by now. With a cheer in her heart Rhianna dropped her towel and dove off the stern back into the water. Rhianna wondered why she had brought the dress along with her to Miami, and she certainly wondered why she was wearing it now. She was a vision in a silver shimmering dress that clung to her like she was wearing nothing underneath it. She wasn't. This dress had not been designed with underwear in mind for it was slit completely on both sides from hem to neck and the only things brave enough to cross the expanse of skin that it revealed were a few pieces of string. Just enough string to keep her legally decent. She had only worn it once before, at a very special party on Long island a couple of years before, and didn't spend much time in it then! She planned on wearing it a lot longer tonight. As she rode down in the elevator in her hotel she alternately regretted the impulse that had made her put it on and wondered what kind of looks she would get once she stepped off the elevator. A part of her wanted to run screaming back up to her room so she could put on something that would allow her to wear at least some panties underneath. But she also could admit to a certain thrill about stepping out in public like this. After all, this was Miami! That she had the dress at all was a minor miracle. She had discovered it among the inventory of the subject of a former case of her's. Another impulse back then had prompted her to grab it before it got on the record. Minor theft, yes. But she knew that the dress would not affect the case in the slightest and the occasion she had worn it for had a special place in her memory. Now it was about to have it's public debut. The elevator doors opened and she stepped out, gripping her purse tightly in one hand. Every eye in the busy lobby, male and female, turned to look at her and Rhianna felt like she had left the dress back in the elevator. A man in a suit stepped forward and it took a moment for Rhianna to recognize Brad Renslow now that he was fully dressed. He held a hand out to her. "I hope to God you never get transferred to my office, Agent Summer!" he said to her quite seriously. "Er...why Sir?" she asked, it had not been the reaction she had been expecting. Had she gone too far? "Because, then I would never be able to take you to dinner again. You look ravishing!" Rhianna let out her breath and smiled. "Thank you, Brad." "I don't know who made that dress, but I have to let my wife know about him." "Your WIFE!" Rhianna was shocked. "Yes! Oh come on! You knew I was married didn't you?" Brad said with a smile. Rhianna stared at him for a moment and then slapped him, hard. Assistant Director Brad Renslow of the FBI stood in stunned silence as the most beautiful woman he had seen in a long time turned and walked away, accompanied by the applause of some of the other hotel patrons who had overheard the brief encounter. In her room again, Rhianna kicked off her heels and stripped off her dress before collapsing on her bed. She felt angry and betrayed and took out her frustration on a handy pillow. "MEN!" she yelled a few times. She quickly calmed down although her good mood had been shattered. She rolled over onto her back and stared at the dress. She thought about the party, and the man who had taken her. She thought of him often, and of how things might have been if he hadn't had been a criminal and the target of her investigation. Unlike normal investigations where you kept your distance from your target, Rhianna had been detailed to become as intimate as possible with him, a job she had managed to do much better than she was supposed to. It wasn't just the physical intimacy, although with him she had been taken to intimate physical extremes that at the time were way beyond her experience. But the mental and emotional closeness that had evolved. Would she have been able to turn him in if she had waited much longer? Given what she thought about the man at the time, yes. But given that she now knew the truth about him and the situation they were involved with... She would have thought that going two years without any contact with the man would have dulled her memory of him. Especially since she had taken a few lovers since then. One especially had been occupying her thoughts even more as of late. Bart Maxell, a simple Deputy Sheriff. He was a strong, honest man. Easy with a laugh and knew instinctively how to bring it out in others. He allowed Rhianna to relax in ways that no one else could, and placed no demands on her except to have a good time. It also helped that he was a great lover, not afraid to experiment in bed, or on the beach, or where ever else the mood struck him, and it was obvious to her that Bart had deep feelings towards her. Rhianna suddenly realized what she was doing. While she had been thinking about both men her left hand had lifted and had been toying with a nipple, her right hand drifting between her legs. She pulled her hands away and rolled back onto her front. "Men!" she yelled again. They sometimes make you act like a horny teenager, and Rhianna realized that she WAS horny. Expectations of a pleasant evening out with a handsome man in a dress designed to not only turn heads but create a sexual stir in whoever wore it, had turned into thinking about lovers old and new and it had all added up to a rather sexually frustrating evening. Now she stared at the large black suitcase she had used to haul the bondage equipment around in that she had used on her cover. The stuff was real, it had to be to pass muster with the people she had shown it to, and at one point of another Rhianna had worn most of it. She thought about the chastity belt and wondered if she would be able to sleep in it. The way she felt she wondered if it would be enough. Not knowing if she wanted to give in to the sexual frustration or try to deny it, Rhianna slipped off the bed and opened the case. She pulled out the chastity belt and then stopped. Maybe a little more, just for tonight, in case I'm tempted to remove the belt later. She reached in and pulled out a set of leather cuffs, then another set. She pulled out the bag of padlocks, all keyed to the same key and selected enough locks for what she needed. Then she closed and locked the case. The same key also opened the suitcase. With a determined expression on her face she began to lock the chastity belt on herself, then she stopped and stared at the case again. "Shit, why not! Tonya is always telling me this is fun!" she said to herself. She opened the case again and dug out a phallus shaped vibrator. It was one of the few items in the case she hadn't tried yet because of her chastity belt always being on when she made her calls. She wondered how it would feel to have it inside her. She looked at the stuff she had dug out. "Even with all this, I can still get out if I want to." Somehow, that didn't settle right with Rhianna. She took the key ring with about a dozen identical keys attached to it, and removed just one. The rest she locked in the case. She got a hotel envelope and put the single key inside it and wrote a quick note on it. Then she pulled on her sweats and left the room. She headed back to the lobby and walked up to the front desk. The desk clerk looked at her with disappointment, and Rhianna realized that she certainly looked different from when she was down here last. "Hi, I need a favor." she said to him. "Yes, Maam. How can I help you?" "I'm expecting a friend to come by tonight to pick up this envelope, she's just going to dash in if she has time. But if she doesn't make it I'll need it back. If she doesn't show could you have someone bring it back up to me and slip it under my door? I left instructions on the envelope." "Sure, not a problem." said the desk clerk, taking the envelope. "Thanks, don't lose it!" smiled Rhianna, and she went back up to her room. Stripping off her clothing a part of the agent wondered if she was mad depending on a stranger like that. It wasn't too late to stop. Still thinking that way Rhianna turned the vibrator on low and began to work it into her sex. She was a little surprised as to the ease it went in there, evidently she had been conditioned somewhat to accept this kind of behavior as sexually arousing. Rhianna didn't know what to think about that. The vibrator was a large one and made her feel quite full inside, she cold feel it's girth and length quite keenly, especially with it vibrating. It was ver y nice. She then put on the chastity belt, locking it on with the padlocks. Trembling with excitement and a building passion in her loins, Rhianna put the leather cuffs on her ankles and locked them together, then she did her wrists. She took a deep breath and locked the final padlock, trapping her wrists behind her. She lay back on the bed, rolling onto her front. The position reminded her of her first night with the smuggler, he had locked her in this same position before falling asleep himself. She had expected sex that night, but instead got to sleep. At least then she hadn't had a vibrator going in her pussy. It was very distracting and almost overwhelming. She quickly found herself wanting to cum but not quite being able to get there. All she had intended for was a nice buzz, but this was getting to be too much. The passion mounted higher and higher, Rhianna squirming and wriggling on the bed in an attempt to push herself over the edge. She rolled off the bed and onto the floor and began rubbing her nipples on the rough carpet. That was enough for her and she exploded into orgasm. It seemed to go on for a while and when she could think again she realized that the vibrator was still going. "Shit, what have I done?" she whispered. She struggled back onto the bed and lay there letting the vibrator do it's work. A part of her remembered that she had forgotten about dinner, and it would be a while before she would feel sleepy enough to fall asleep, although at this rate exhaustion should take care of that. As the second round of orgasms rolled over her, she cursed Brad Renslow, Matthew Anderson, and all men for driving her into this. At least, she thought with one of her last conscious thoughts, I'll never see Matthew again! Rhianna woke stiff, sore, and with a desperate need to use the toilet. She struggled off the bed and managed to hop uncomfortably to the bathroom. Squatting over the toilet, she tried unsuccessfully to pee, but couldn't. She didn't know it, but the vibrator was of a sufficient size to close off her urethra. Only a few drips made it out. Rhianna swore, but was glad at least that the batteries had died out. She hopped back into the room and looked over at the door. Yes! The envelope was there. She bounced over and managed to first kneel, then sit. She ripped open the envelope and got out the key. There was a knock at the door. "Who is it?" she called out, attempting to unlock the padlock that held her hands behind her. "Federal Express. I have a delivery for Rhianna Summer. You have to sign for it!" "Give me a moment will you?" She got her hands free and then her feet. Quickly taking off the cuffs she pulled on a robe and opened the door. She tried not to hop from foot to foot as she signed for the heavy package. The moment the door closed again she ripped off the robe and got to work on the chastity belt. In moments it was unlocked and Rhianna ran to the toilet, pulling out the vibrator. She was a lot more relaxed when she finally emerged a while later, she had taken the time to shower off the night's passion. She settled, still nude and slightly damp from her shower, on the bed and opened the package. Inside she saw several files and some plane tickets. The tickets were to Atlanta, a flight leaving quite soon. The files covered three murder victims, all young women. Every file except one. She stared for a long time at the name on the file and the note that had been attached to it by Vessor. The note said simply that she was to proceed to Georgia to obtain the temporary release of one of it's prisoners in order to conduct a murder investigation. The file contained all the necessary paperwork for his release. Rhianna reached out and touched the name on the file. "Matthew." End of Part 2 You can contact me on ICQ #36088062 Or catch up on the Valley and Rhianna Summer stories at http://www.dajungle.com/stories/leviticus -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | ASSM Archive site +-----------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | | --- | +--------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | This newsgroup is moderated by ASSTR, an entity supported by donations. | | If you enjoy this newsgroup, please consider making a donation to help | | Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository keep providing this free service for you.| | Donations: | \_________________________________________________________________________/