Message-ID: <21670asstr$944446201@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <008401bf3f76$13d9e0c0$9ee946cf@lewis> From: "Leviticus" Subject: {ASSM} To Catch a Monster part 11 (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: Sun, 5 Dec 1999 21:10:01 -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: apuleius, newsman To Catch a Monster Part 11 They had been walking for a while now, and Rhianna was tired. She was also cold and hungry, but like her fatigue, there was nothing she could do about it. She was also scared. The rope around her neck prevented her from slowing down or stopping to rest, it's other end held tightly in the hand of her captor. She was gagged with scraps of her own clothing, hands still bound behind her. On her feet were her fur boots and covering her body was her cloak. That was it. The cloak was long enough to fall to just below her knees, not quite long enough to reach the top of her boots, so her legs were exposed directly to the cold. At least Weller had tied a rope around her middle, holding the cloak together at the front, or she really would be in trouble. Rhianna stumbled and felt the rope tighten on her neck. "Keep moving!" Weller said, not even looking at her. Rhianna managed to keep her footing in the deep snow, and kept going. In the distance she could hear the steady drone of a helicopter flying slowly around the mountain. Rhianna figured it was looking for her, and so did Weller. She knew it had him nervous. She got the impression that he figured he was free and clear with this abduction, like the others. But the presence of a military helicopter had not been a part of his plan. She didn't know where he was taking her, but he seemed to be in an awful hurry to get there. Rhianna wondered if she should tell him who she was, or would she be safer if he thought she was a simple mountain girl. She knew she had to decide soon. Matthew had paired off with the State Trooper, the others in his group scattered out in a long line. Eight men walking slowly abreast so they didn't miss anything. The Trooper had his two way radio on, an earphone plugged into it so the sound of it wouldn't give them away. Matthew heard it click slightly as it did when someone was talking on it, and didn't pay it much attention. He was therefore surprised when the Trooper stopped moving to listen closely to what was said. Matthew stopped too to watch him, and gradually so did everybody else. The Trooper looked up at them and waved them all closer. As they congregated he pulled out a map. "They found a camp site." he whispered, looking at the map. He pointed at a spot where one of the two valleys that separated this mountain from the next one started. "They also found his vehicle and scraps of clothing that could have been the victim's." There was a general murmur of concern among the men. The Trooper was still listening on his radio. He pointed at the map again. "Tracks lead in this direction, maybe a couple of hours old." Matthew looked up at Johan, who led this particular team. Both men saw that the tracks led down into a valley, in a direction close to where they were now. "Two hours, huh?" Johan said. The Trooper nodded. Johan pointed a meaty finger at a spot on the map. "That might put them there by now, lots of snow down there, they wont move fast." "Why go that way?" the Trooper asked. "It's like they're not trying to evade the area at all!" "The mines?" someone said. Johan nodded. "Aye. There's a closed copper mine over there. They might reach it soon, and then that big bird you have making noise all over the mountain will not be able to see them." "I'll send it over that way now, with luck they may be able to spot them." said the Trooper. "Wait." Matthew said. "Have them make a casual pass only. Let's not let on that we might know where they are. Then tell your people that we're heading that way." "I'll try!" said the Trooper, and he pulled out his radio to talk on it. Johan was looking at the sky. "Dark in a few hours, maybe some snow with it." "I'm game, are you?" Matthew said. Johan nodded, as did the other men present. The Trooper finished his call. "They'll send the chopper over casually as you suggested, but we're to finish the search here. A new team will go in by truck to check out the mine." "Bullshit." said Matthew. "I'm going. Rhianna's in trouble and I can't wait it out here!" "Sir, I appreciate how you feel about your wife, but there's..." The Trooper was suddenly left behind, as all the men turned their backs on him and began walking in the direction of the mines. "Shit!" the Trooper said, folding up his map and hurrying after them. Owen Johnson was in riot gear, waiting to board the police SUV with the other Agents who were responding to the possible destination of their fugitive and his hostage. Wilson was standing with him. "Are you sure you're up to this?" Wilson asked him. "Sir, I didn't really take Agent Summer's theory about Weller seriously. If I had maybe I would have watched her more closely and none of this would have happened. But I'm sure as hell taking it seriously now!" Wilson nodded. "Be careful, and get her back!" "Will do, Sir!" The Agents piled into the vehicle and it took off followed by three others. It was easier walking now that they had reached the road, but a lot colder. A high wind blew straight down this man made cut in the hillside, sweeping it clear of snow. Rhianna kept herself occupied with the task of putting one foot in front of the other. She knew she had to find cover soon and some kind of heat, or she would be dead. She sure hoped that Weller knew where he was going, her life depended on him. It was a helplessness that scared her more than anything else she'd done before. At least all those other times the environment itself hadn't been trying to kill her! Rhianna didn't notice the buildings until they were among them. They were old and most of them looked like they would collapse at the drop of a hat, but to Rhianna they represented shelter. She was therefore surprised when Weller pulled her right past them. Instead he led her over to one of the mine openings, boarded up there looked like there was no way in. But Weller undid a hidden padlock and a section swung open like a door. He pulled his captive in after him. Inside, despite the low temperature, Rhianna felt better. They were out of the wind and that made all the difference to her bare legs. She looked down and saw that the bare skin between her knees and her boots glowed a bright red and it stung like crazy. Weller dug a lantern out of his pack and turned it on before closing the door again. Darkness descended and the only light was from the lantern "Watch your feet." he told her. He pulled at her leash and she shuffled after him. He led her a couple of hundred yards deep into the mine before turning. His light showed a wooden shack, probably an old foreman's office when the mine was active. They went up the steps and Weller led Rhianna inside. Weller dropped his pack. "We can rest here for a few days. I doubt we'll be tracked here." Rhianna mewled into her gag. Weller walked up to her and undid the rope that held her cloak closed and then took the cloak completely off her. Rhianna's naked skin instantly felt the chill and she began to really shiver. Did he really mean to keep her naked at this temperature? He spread the cloak out on the floor and told Rhianna to sit on it. She did so, sitting in the middle as he directed. He pulled her boots off and tied her feet together with rawhide cord, pushed them back until they touched her butt, then did something rather remarkable. He pulled up the edges of the cloak all around her, enveloping her up to the neck. Taking the rope he had used as a belt, he tied the cloak to her around her neck. She was now in a small fur cocoon with only her head sticking out. It wasn't too comfortable sitting so scrunched up, especially with the way her calves hurt. But at least it would be relatively warm. Weller finished off by tying her rope leash off to a handy post. "I'll be back." he said. Rhianna started to moan when she realized he was leaving her like this, but Weller ignored her. He picked up the light and left the shack. Rhianna was quickly overtaken by darkness as Weller disappeared, a darkness blacker than she had ever experienced before. It made no difference whether her eyes were closed or not, and she began to struggle against the bonds that held her. The darkness was SO THICK, like the entire mountain was pushing down on her. It was like a tangible thing. She moaned softly. She could not get her hands free and thought seriously about the possibility of dying here alone. Then she saw the light bobbing up and down through the windows, Weller was coming back. She was glad to see him. Weller came in carrying two large metal objects. Rhianna could just see enough of them to tell what they were. Kerosene heaters. HEAT! Weller set one on either side of Rhianna a few feet away from her and lit them with a lighter. The heaters ran smoothly and Rhianna could feel the beginnings of warmth on her face. "It'll take a while for this place to come to a decent temperature, but we should be okay soon." Weller said. He left the shack again but this time Rhianna didn't care. She could see the small flames from the burners and that was enough. All in all Weller made three more trips from some hidden storeroom and each time he put whatever he had brought out of sight of the agent on the far side of the room. Presently he began to set stuff up and one of the first things he put together was a small propane grill. He lit it and opened a tin of food, placing the tin directly on the grill. Rhianna's stomach began to growl as she smelled some kind of stew heating up. She was so very hungry, the last thing she ate was the chocolate bar Weller had given her in the store the day before. While the food cooked Weller rolled out a sleeping bag and set up another lantern, then he busied himself with something Rhianna couldn't see. Eventually he returned to the grill and poured the contents of the can into a bowl. He sat cross legged on the floor and began to eat. Rhianna moaned, not believing he would do that in front of her, forgetting that he had done the same thing to her earlier. Weller watched her in the dim light, taking pleasure in her hunger. He knew that a good way to break her was to keep her hungry and tired, don't give her the energy to think about escaping, make her totally dependent on him for survival. But still, he had to keep her alive. "Hungry huh?" he asked, licking his spoon. Rhianna nodded. "Thirsty too I'll bet." Rhianna nodded again. Weller moved over to her and undid her gag. He pulled out the soggy mess that used to be a part of her dress and dumped it all on the floor. Rhianna gasped, her jaw very sore from being held in a single position for so long. Weller held a canteen up to her mouth and let her drink her fill. Then he began to spoon stew into her. Rhianna drank and ate everything he offered to her. She didn't know when next he'd feed her. "Feeling better?" he asked. "A little. My legs hurt, I think I may have frost bite." "You'll be fine. It wasn't that cold." he said with a smile. "You weren't walking around with no pants on!" Rhianna said. Weller laughed. "I guess not." He put the empty bowl to one side and undid the rope that held her cloak up. He let the sides drop to the floor and smoothed it out flat. Now Rhianna sat naked again, except for the cords about her wrists and ankles and her wedding bands which Weller hadn't cut off. "You're a beautiful woman Rhianna." he said. "Why are you doing this?" Rhianna asked him. "You don't want to know." Weller said, his expression growing dark. He moved away and went back to his pack, he dug out a map and began looking at it. "Will you let me go?" Rhianna asked. "One more word and I'll gag you again." was his reply. Rhianna shut up. Matthew's group had reached the road. "No tracks here!" Johan said. They had found the trail through the snow that Weller and Rhianna had left, and had followed it. "They have to be heading for the mines, that's all that's along this road." Matthew replied. Johan nodded. "Come on then!" The helicopter that had been searching from the air made a single pass directly over the mine yard. The observers saw nothing, but the sound of the big machine echoed loudly off the hillsides. The sound penetrated the mine and Weller looked up as if he could see the chopper fly by. He was curious and a little nervous about all the attention this girl was attracting. "Do you know why that thing has been flying around?" he asked her on the off chance she would know. Rhianna made her decision. "Yes. They're looking for me because I'm not really from the compound." Weller chuckled. "Yeah, right." "My name is Special Agent Rhianna Summer of the FBI. I was assigned to work undercover at the compound to discover who killed the three young women who had died here in the past year." "I don't believe you." Weller said, but his expression showed that maybe he did. "Well believe this." Rhianna said. She went on to tell him all the details of the case, the forensic reports of the victims, the things he had done wrong that showed her that he was the killer and that it wasn't someone from the compound. Through it all Weller listened open mouthed. "Shit." he said when she was done. "If you let me go now and surrendered yourself to me, it would go a lot easier for you at the trial." Rhianna told him. Weller began to chuckle. "You're a Fed. A damned Fed." He stared at her. "I fucked a Fed." He continued to stare at her and Rhianna got increasingly nervous. "You know, that sounds like a pretty good idea right now." he told her. "Then you'll surrender to me?" she asked. "No, I'm going to fuck you again." He came over and began to untie her feet. Rhianna waited until he was done before kicking him. She got up and made a dash for the door, only to be brought up short by the rope around her neck she had forgotten was tied down. Half choked she dropped to the floor and Weller pounced. Rhianna screamed and kneed him in the balls, not willing to be taken without a fight. She scrambled backwards away from him and crawled straight into one of the heaters, tipping it over. Fuel immediately began to pour from it and the fumes were ignited by the still burning flames. A spreading pool of fire flowed toward Weller who saw it coming a scrambled back to the door. Rhianna began screaming as the old wood floor of the shack began to catch fire! "What was that?" said one of the men outside in the yard. The search party was checking each building in turn. Weller had to be here somewhere. "What was what?" Matthew asked. Then he heard it. It sounded like... "That way!" someone shouted, pointing at the mine entrance. The men ran over and stood looking at the seemingly impenetrable obstacle before them. Another scream could clearly be heard coming from inside. "There's a lock. Stand back." said the Trooper. He pulled out his weapon, charged it and fired. Two more shots and the lock finally dropped. The men rushed the door and when they opened it smoke began to come out. "RHIANNA!" shouted Matthew. In the shack Rhianna was coughing and screaming. She had crawled to the length of her tether, as far away from the flames as she could get. She was no longer cold, a fact she was in no position to appreciate. The flames had begun to climb the walls and had flowed steadily downhill toward the door. Weller had bailed out moments before, leaving her alone. Rhianna could hardly breath, her lungs filled with smoke. "Matthew...please!" she called out desperately. The men worked their way toward the burning building, the flames lighting up the inside of the mine. "RHIANNA!" shouted Matthew, hoping to God she wasn't inside. Then they saw him, Andy Weller. He was covered in soot and one arm looked like it had been on fire for a moment or two. He was standing in front of the shack, a hunting rifle in his hands. "Get out!" he yelled at them. "Is Rhianna in there?" Matthew yelled back. "Get out and leave us alone!" Everyone heard a scream erupt from the burning shack. "RHIANNA!" Matthew replied. "Drop the gun, now!" yelled the Trooper. He had his weapon drawn and pointed directly at Weller. Unfortunately Weller had his rifle already pointed at the Trooper. All he needed to do was pull the trigger which he did. The bullet took the man in the groin, knocking him to the ground. The other men scattered, looking for cover. Matthew ran for the shack but was brought short by another shot. "Keep away!" Weller yelled. "She'll burn to death in there!" cried Matthew. "Let her burn!" Matthew crouched down in tears, using the movement to mask his reach into his cloak. "Please! Have mercy on her! Let me go get her!" Weller laughed and looked up at the burning shack. Matthew grabbed the Rhianna's pistol from his pack and pulled it out. "Drop it!" he yelled, pointing it at Weller. Weller looked down at him with a grin and swung the rifle over. Matthew didn't let him get far. He pulled the trigger. Matthew was lucky the safety was off. The bullet left the barrel of the Glock .40 and hit Weller square in the chest. The heavy bullet broke his sternum and angled sideways through a lung, narrowly missing Weller's heart. Weller went down breathless, his fingers unable to pull the trigger of his own weapon. Instantly Johan and another man jumped up and tackled the killer, taking away his rifle. Another man ran for the Trooper and began to work on his wound. Matthew dropped the gun and ran for the shack. "Matthew wait!" yelled Johan. "Use the water!" Johan pointed at a huge drum of water with an open top. Matthew caught on right away. He ran over and climbed right in, soaking himself to the skin in the brackish fluid. He climbed out and ran through the burning door of the shack. He could barely breath and could see even less. He kept going as fast as he could and only found Rhianna because he tripped over her. Her tether had burned loose and she had crawled to the far corner of the shack. Mercifully a draft had pushed the flames away from her but she had breathed in a lot of smoke. She was unconscious. Matthew picked up the naked and bound woman and held her under his still wet cloak. He made a dash for the door, hoping he could still find it. He didn't, instead he crashed right through a burning wall right into the arms of a couple of his men. "The drum!" Johan yelled. Matthew and Rhianna were picked up together and carried to the drum. Neither of them knew it but they were both on fire, their hair burning. They were dumped into the water and the flames went out. The cold water shocked Rhianna awake and she struggled madly in Matthew's arms until he calmed her. She was lifted out by Johan who then helped Matthew out. "We have to leave." Matthew said, coughing. "She can't go out wet!" Johan said. "We can't stay here, the smoke will get us." Johan grimaced and picked Rhianna up, she had lost consciousness again. All the men made for the exit, two of them carrying the injured Trooper. As they left the mine the SUV's from the State motor pool showed up with Owen Johnson and his crew. "We need an ambulance, and there's a man still inside!" Matthew called out. One of the agents immediately got on his radio. "What happened, is she alright?" Owen asked, running to Rhianna's side. "Someone get her some blankets!" Matthew yelled. Johan ripped off his cloak and wrapped Rhianna in it. He had already cut the cords that bound her wrists together. There was a sound of a heavy motor and the helicopter came in low over the trees. It hovered for a moment and then touched down in the middle of the yard. The FBI Agents got the Trooper inside while Johan carried Rhianna himself. Other Agents ran into the mine to find Weller. Matthew was about to climb into the chopper when Owen stopped him. "There wont be room!" "I want to go with her!" Matthew yelled. "So do I, but we'll both have to drive back!" Matthew stepped back angrily and watched as Weller was dragged out of the mine. He was cuffed and carried to the helicopter which lifted off and headed for town. Only then did Matthew let his emotions catch up with him and he sunk to his knees crying. "...and so we commit her body to the flames, her spirit let loose to go to God, her memory our only comfort now." The crowd stood silent, heads bowed. Their faces lit by the funeral pyre that slowly consumed June Olws body. It was bitterly cold outside on the small hill where the community burned their dead and scattered their ashes, but nobody noticed. Their thoughts were on the one they had lost. As the pyre continued to burn, the crowd started to leave, drifting away in twos and families as the public portion of their morning was completed. Many of these folk would morn further in private, while others would celebrate the capture of the monster who had hunted them. All would also remember the one they almost lost, one that they had only recently brought into the fold. Many smiled at Rhianna and Matthew and asked after her health as they passed the couple. Rhianna replied kindly to their inquires until Matthew was ready to leave. Presently, Matthew took Rhianna's hand and he led her away too, eager to leave now that June's funeral was over. "Are you okay?" she asked, concerned. "I'm fine. Ready to go back to the real world now, that's all." Matthew replied sadly. "Are you really? Are you sure you wouldn't rather stay here?" "Yeah, like that option is open to me. I still have six months to serve." he said bitterly. "Maybe not." "What?" Rhianna stayed silent until they reached their apartment. "What's going on?" Matthew asked her. Rhianna took his hand and guided him to the bed and sat him down. "I had a long talk with my Boss yesterday while I lay in that hospital bed. I told him about how you had risked your own life to save me from a burning building." she said, standing back and slipping out of her dress. "He decided to make a few calls, call in a few favors." she reached out and undid the lacing that held his shirt together, he didn't resist as she pulled the garment off him. "He had a friend of his call the Governor of Georgia." Rhianna undid Matthew's pants and began to pull them off too. He let his eyes travel over body, her short hair still showing a slight singe from the fire despite having been cut mostly off, her bright red calves recovering from a mild frostbite. "The Governor agreed that such heroics demanded a reward of some kind." She finally got his pants off and tugged at his loin cloth, leaving him naked but for the rope around his waist. "He didn't commute your sentence, but he did approve a transfer. Officially you are now serving your term out at the County Jail in town. But Sheriff Kinkade says the jail is full and that you will have to stay someplace else. Your brother offered to put you up here. You have to stay on the mountain, to leave it means becoming an escaped prisoner. But as prisons go, I think you'll like this one." "That's wonderful, a hell of a way for you to thank me for saving your life!" "Oh this wasn't my idea. It's my boss's way of thanking you. I decided to thank you a different way." Rhianna smiled and pulled her loin cloth off. She climbed onto the bed and into the arms of Matthew Anderson. "Agent Summer, you look well. How do you feel?" asked James Vessor, head of the New York office of the FBI. "Tired Sir, very tired." said Rhianna, sinking gracefully into one of Vessor's office chairs. She hadn't slept since leaving Colorado the night before. There had been way too many things to think about, and she didn't want to think about any of them. Matthew, Bart, and her harrowing adventure at the hands of Andy Weller who was now under heavy guard in a Denver hospital. "I understand. Your Doctor says you are fit to return to duty. I have a case if you're interested." "With all due respect Sir. This year I'm going to spend Christmas with my family." Vessor nodded. "I see. The case can wait until you get back." Rhianna smiled slightly and got back to her feet. "Thank you Sir. Oh, and thank you, for Matthew Anderson." "The man saved a trusted Agent under my command. I didn't want him coming back later asking for that debt to be repaid." "Rhianna's smile grew a little. "Of course not, Sir." Vessor waved for her to go, but stopped her just before she reached the door. "Merry Christmas, Agent Summer." "Merry Christmas, Sir" said the Agent with a smile, and Vessor watched her leave. The End of this Story. 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. 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