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To Catch a Monster  Part 4



Somehow, Rhianna had expected to see small huts dotted about the compound, a
stereotypical Indian type village perhaps. What she saw instead were several
low massive wooden buildings, their roofs covered in snow. They seemed too
short to house anyone!
Paul led them over to one of the buildings that was somewhat higher than the
rest. It turned out to be a barn.
Inside it was livable, but not too warm. Rhianna got off her horse and
almost kissed the ground.  Horse riding was NOT for her.
The barn had a couple of men in it who came and took the horses, and Rhianna
could smell and hear the presence of other horses in the stalls lining both
sides of the massive building.
"Good thing you made it back Paul!" one of the men said. "Snow's about to
fly!"
The other man smiled at Rhianna as he took her horse's reins.  "Hello, I'm
Ed."  he said.
"Hello Ed." Rhianna replied with a smile of her own.
"Ed, don't you be bothering the lady!" said the other man with a laugh.
Ed's smile grew bigger and Rhianna could see that he wasn't all quite there.
Matthew came up beside her.  "Hello Ed.  You still working the barn?"
"Matty!  You came back!" said Ed.
"Told you I would. I got you something too!"
"What?" Ed asked eagerly.
Matthew pulled an object from his cloak. Rhianna saw it was a horse brush,
brand new!
Ed took it carefully.  "Thank you Matty. The horses thank you too!"
"Thank YOU Ed. You take good care of the horses. We owe you."
Ed smiled and walked away, leading Rhianna's horse behind him.
Rhianna looked over at Matthew.
"Ed's special. Nicest guy you'll ever meet." Matthew told her.
"Matthew Anderson! About time you came back!"  The other man boomed, leading
Paul's horse.
"Johan.  Good to see you again."  Matthew replied.
Johan walked over with Paul and smiled at Rhianna.  "Paul told us that you
had finally found someone to settle down with, Matthew.  Hello!" he said,
extending his hand.
Rhianna took it and they shook.
"Hi!" she said.
"Johan, meet Rhianna. Rhianna meet Johan." said Matthew.
"You don't deserve a scoundrel like him, Rhianna." Johan told her with a
wink. "Come on over to my house and I will introduce you to my son. Much
better looking!"
Rhianna laughed.  "Maybe I will!"
Johan laughed loudly.  "She's too wild for you Matthew!"
"She can be tamed." Matthew said with a smile.
Rhianna's laugh faltered a moment.
Paul stepped in.  "Come, let's get into the warmth.  There's much we have to
do and I assume Rhianna needs some sleep."
"Oh yes!" Rhianna agreed.
Paul led them through a side door down a passageway that seemed to angle
down into the ground.  Rhianna realized that the reason the buildings looked
so low was because they were partly underground.  A good way to beat the
cold.
They stopped in what appeared to be a huge closet.  The large room was lined
with shelves filled with cloaks. On the floor under the shelves were rows of
fur covered boots like the ones she and her companions wore.
"Leave your cloak and boots here." Paul ordered. "Put them away as neatly as
you can."
Rhianna did so, stepping barefoot on the wooden flooring. She had expected
the floor to be cold, but it was actually a little warm.
She left the cloak on a shelf and was now dressed in a light dress made of
kid glove leather. The dress laced up the open back and had sewn in support
for her breasts. It was sleeveless, and featured a low scooped neckline that
showed a hint of cleavage.  Under that all she wore was a loin cloth held up
by a rope around her waist, the cloth passing between her legs and tucked
under the cord so it hung free front and back.  Not even her own underwear
was allowed here. She shouldered the small pack she carried which contained
her gun and cell phone, two items she refused to leave behind, and looked
around for some shoes.
Matthew noticed her search.
"We go barefoot indoors here." he told her. "In the good weather it's rare
for us to wear shoes in the compound at all!"
Rhianna gave him a slight smile. He and Paul looked very good in their
tunics.  Both men were in leather trousers made of the same type of leather
that her dress was made of.
They were also both in shirts made of a rough looking cloth, and Paul also
had thick looking leather wrist bands with a design carved into them. Paul
wore his shirt open to his navel, the muscles of his chest visible through
the gap.  Matthew had laced his up a little but Rhianna could see that he
hadn't let his prison time go to waste, he looked in better build than she
remembered him being.  She looked away before he caught her staring.
They next entered a large room with people scattered about. They all looked
young and Rhianna soon realized that here was the compound's teenage
population.  The girls were dressed as she was, although being home made the
details of the various dresses were different. Rhianna did notice that
almost all of them were more modest than her dress, and she figured that
Matthew had a hand in picking out what she was supposed to wear.  The boys
were dressed like the men, only some of them wore leather vests instead of
shirts and a few went shirtless entirely.
One older man sat in a position that was somewhat the focus of the assembled
group.  Rhianna caught on that they had just interrupted a class in session.
Rhianna wondered what schooling the children here got.
Paul and Matthew were greeted by most of the people here, and some even said
hello to Rhianna.
Paul led them through the room and out the other side. Another passageway
and a couple of turns later and they came upon a smaller set of rooms.
"These are my living quarters, Rhianna." Paul said. "Matthew, you're staying
with Adam."
"No problem." Matthew replied.
Rhianna touched his arm.  "Now that we're splitting up, you're not going to
get any ideas are you?"
Matthew's expression turned grim.  "I'm here to find out who's been killing
us, I'm not here to escape prison if that's what you're worried about.  I
know we only spent a short time together, but I thought you knew me better
than that."
"I'm sorry, I'm tired." Rhianna said honestly.
Matthew's expression softened, he lifted a hand and touched her cheek.  "I
know, it's been a long day for us both. We can talk again after we've both
had a nap.  I'll see you in a few hours."
Rhianna nodded, and she stood and watched as Matthew continued down the
passage way.  Paul watched them both with interest.
"Come on, Rhianna. Soon we'll have you in a nice bed." he told her.
They entered Paul's home and were immediately greeted by Paul's wife,
Elizabeth.  For a moment, Rhianna couldn't speak she was so surprised.
"Is this Matthew's girl?"  Elizabeth asked.
"Yes, meet Rhianna. Rhianna, this is my wife Elizabeth."
Rhianna extended her hand and Elizabeth took it, a knowing smile on her
face.  "She's shocked, Paul."  she said to her husband.
Paul chuckled.  "Rhianna hasn't been told much about our customs, Beth. She
has a lot to learn."
Elizabeth turned to Rhianna.  "It's not going to be a problem is it dear?"
she asked.
"Er...no. I'm sorry, I guess I just...well, nobody warned me."  Rhianna
said, searching for words.  What had startled her so was that Elizabeth had
come to meet her wearing only her loin cloth, that and a set of leather
wrist bands like her husband's.
"Then that's fine.  I wouldn't have thought that Matthew would be marrying
someone who couldn't accept our ways."
"Beth, Rhianna has had a very long trip and she could use a few hours of
sleep.  I want you to show her where she will be staying until the wedding."
Paul said.
"Yes, Paul."
"Her next obligation is meeting Gabe, but that can be done at dinner
tonight. Until then you can fill her in on a few things, and she can go with
you to kitchen duty tonight."
"Yes, Paul."  Elizabeth answered, smiling at him.
Paul kissed her cheek and then left the apartment.
"Well come on then dear."  Elizabeth said, taking Rhianna's hand.  She
guided her guest further into the apartment and they eventually wound up in
a bedroom with two beds.
"I guess my nudity really did startle you, didn't it."  Elizabeth asked her.
"Yes, but that's okay." said Rhianna, still a little surprised.
"Well let me warn you. Clothes are somewhat casual in the public areas of
the compound, we know there is nothing wrong with showing off our bodies,
although at this time of year it isn't done very much.  In people's homes
you will find it more common."
"I'll try to remember that."  smiled Rhianna.
"Good.  You can take that bed in the corner. It's not being used now. You'll
be sharing a room with my youngest, Lilly.  She's at school now so she wont
disturb you."
"Thanks." Rhianna replied, looking fondly at the bed.
"I expect you have a few questions about us."  Elizabeth said, smiling.
"Hundreds." giggled the agent.
"Well, I'll be around when you wake up."  Elizabeth gave her hand a squeeze
and left the room, pulling a curtain across the doorway.
Rhianna sat on the bed and almost deflated. She looked up at the ceiling and
saw that a part of it was made of thick, rippled glass.  There was snow
covering it, but there was still enough light coming through to give the
room a decent level of visibility. She would notice these skylights in
almost every room she would visit over the next few days. On one wall was
mounted an oil lamp, unlit at the moment.  Along with the other bed there
was a dresser and some large, soft looking pillows piled in one corner.  A
built in closet had a curtain drawn across it.
Rhianna wanted to sleep, but she had a couple more things she had to do.
She dug in her pack and pulled out her phone.
"Owen?" Rhianna said, after she had dialed.
"Rhianna. You made it okay?"  her partner answered.
"Yes. We're here, safe and sound. I just wanted to let you know."
"Thanks.  How is it?"
"So far, friendly.  But I cant talk right now. I have to get some sleep!"
Owen chuckled. "Goodnight Rhi.  We'll talk later then."
Rhianna said goodnight and hung up.  Her last task before falling asleep was
to hide her pack. She found a spot under her bed.



When she woke several hours later, she felt a lot clearer headed, but very
thirsty.  She left the room in search of her hostess.
She found Elizabeth sitting on a chair in the apartment's living room,
sewing.  She now had on a dress made of some of the same cloth that the
men's shirts were made of.
Kneeling on a large pillow next to her was a teenage girl.
"Hello."  Rhianna said.
"Hello!" replied Elizabeth.  "Meet Lilly."
Lilly smiled. "Hi!" she said with a giggle.
"Hi.  Could I trouble you for something to drink?"  Rhianna asked.
"Lilly, go get the girl some water." her mother ordered.
Lilly got up and Rhianna watched her go over to a corner where a large
earthenware jug sat on a table. Next to it were a few wooden tumblers and
Lilly filled one with water and brought it back.
Rhianna sipped it gratefully.
"How long have you known Uncle Matthew?"  Lilly asked her.
"Lilly!" said her mother, "Don't pry!"
"It's alright. Over two years now."  Rhianna said, looking for another
chair.
Lilly went back to her pillow and knelt again. She pulled another pillow
from a pile in the corner.
"I guess you're used to chairs, Rhianna."  Elizabeth said with a smile.
"Here you will have to get used to doing without, except at meal times of
course.  I'm only using this one because Paul lets me while I sew."
"Alright." she said, settling down on the pillow. It was surprisingly soft
and comfortable.  "I guess there's a lot I need to get used to."
Both Anderson women laughed.   "She's like Estelle."  Lilly said to her
mother.
"Yes, but I think Rhianna has more gumption."
"Estelle?"  Rhianna asked.
"Yes.  A new girl, like yourself. She came in last year.  Had a hard time
adjusting but she managed in the end. Her new husband was very patient with
her. The man had the patience of a saint.  I suspect you will adjust faster
than she did."
"But didn't you know?  Matthew and I aren't staying, we're just hear for the
wedding!"   On the ride up, Rhianna and Matthew agreed that the story they
would spread was that they had just come to get married and that Matthew
would be taking her back to the outside world.  It would avoid a lot of
complications.
"Oh we know. But you have that air about you that suggests you would fit in
easily here."  Elizabeth said knowingly.
Rhianna wondered about that, then another pressing need made itself known.
"Er..." she said.
Lilly giggled.   "Come on, I'll show you."  she said, guessing correctly
what Rhianna was about to ask.
The two young women padded out of the apartment and down the passage way.
Lilly pointed at a sign over a door they stopped at.  It said "Women".
"We don't have toilets for each home. The plumbing is much too complicated.
Instead there are toilet rooms like these, one for men and one for women for
every ten households."
Lilly led her inside and Rhianna was struck by how primitive it looked, yet
it also looked functional.  Along the back wall was a long wooden bench and
as Rhianna got closer she saw that spaced along the bench were holes the
size of a standard toilet seat, ten in all.  There was no attempt made at
all to individually screen each seat.
On the side wall was a large trough. Looking inside Rhianna saw that it was
half full of water.
"Come on, I'll show you how it's done."  Lilly said.  She reached under her
dress and pulled her loin cloth off without any embarrassment at all. She
then picked out  a spot on the bench and sat down.   "Come on, I know you
have to go."
Rhianna shrugged and reached between her legs. She gripped the loin cloth
and pulled it down and off before sitting on the smooth wooden bench.  As
she peed, Rhianna wondered how many bare bottoms had used this seat before
her to have worn it so smooth.
"You done?"  Lilly asked.
Rhianna nodded and looked around for toilet paper.
"Here's the part that always gets newcomers." giggled the teenager.  She
reached up and Rhianna saw her grip a wooden bar that ran the length of the
bench. She pulled down on it and Rhianna heard water running. She got a
shock as cold water suddenly erupted from below her and sprayed her between
the butt cheeks.
"Yow!" she cried.
Lilly laughed.
Rhianna could see a little fountain of water in each of the open toilet
seats.
Lilly let go of the bar and the water stopped.  "There's a big tank in the
roof that is fed from a spring. The water runs down and gives us a wash
before going away somewhere. It also cleans the hand tub over there." she
told Rhianna.
Rhianna watched the girl get up and shake herself a little over the seat
before lifting her dress to put the loin cloth back on.
"It's an amazing bit of plumbing?" Rhianna said, rising to do the same.
"Not really.  Dad says we copied it from the Romans or someone."
"I see." Rhianna said with a smile.
When both women were decent again, Lilly took her back home.



Rhianna was famished by the time Elizabeth suggested it was time to start
working on dinner.  She hadn't eaten since the plane but was nervous about
asking for food.  The rest of the afternoon was spent in a sort of domestic
bliss as Elizabeth shared out her sewing.  There was no more talk of the
wedding or of Rhianna being new, for Elizabeth politely asked that they
concentrate on their work.
Rhianna had always found the simple task of sewing to be calming and
attacked her work with pleasure. Her skill with a needle did not go
unnoticed by Elizabeth and Lilly, they gave her good marks on her work.
When Elizabeth mentioned dinner, Rhianna looked about for the kitchen but
didn't see one. She was surprised when her companions led her out of the
apartment.
"It's this way." Lilly said, anxious to show her new friend her world.  "We
don't eat in private like you do.  Here the entire compound eats together."
"Together?"
"Yes. In the Great Hall!"
The hall was great indeed. It looked huge and had a high wooden ceiling
studded with skylights.  Most of it was filled with long tables and benches,
and at one end was the cooking area.
Mostly made of stone, huge hearths were assembled together, putting out a
lot of heat.  Inside them food of various sorts was baking, while on top
large iron pots were being placed to cook with.  The kitchen was populated
only by women, and most of them were stripped down to just their loin cloths
because of the heat.
"Lilly, you go help in the pantry."  Elizabeth told her daughter.
"Yes Mother."  Lilly said, and she scampered off through a door behind the
kitchen area.
Rhianna followed Elizabeth as they walked somewhat slower through the same
doorway. Inside Elizabeth began to pull of her dress.  "You might as well,
dear. It's going to be hot by the ovens."
Rhianna took a breath and resigned herself to yet again exposing herself for
her job.  She pulled at the laces holding her dress tight around her and
slipped it off, hanging it on an empty hook.  She was then given a length of
rawhide cord and shown how to tie her long hair up out of the way.
Elizabeth smiled and led the now almost naked agent back into the kitchen
area.
Elizabeth took the time to introduce Rhianna to all the women present, and
the only thing that made Rhianna comfortable about meeting them in only a
thin strip of cloth was that almost everyone she met, young and old, was
dressed the same way. She noticed that most of them also wore leather wrist
bands, and that they all had different designs. The ladies were all glad to
meet the woman who had finally pinned Matthew Anderson down, and Rhianna
heard a few amusing tales about Matthew that she decided to file for later
use.
She was then directed to help out with the ovens, keeping an eye on the meat
and bread cooking inside them. It didn't take long for her to work up a
sweat and Rhianna was glad she had stripped down, although she wondered what
these people did for showers.
She got so busy that she didn't notice when the hall began to fill with
people. She just looked up one time to find the room half full of men and
women milling around and finding their seats.
Rhianna had gotten used to being topless by now, but the sight of all these
men had her nervous again. She looked around and saw that none of her
kitchen mates seemed to be bothered by it, even when the occasional man
would pop in to steal a piece of fruit or something.
She did notice men looking at her, but when she looked back she recognized
the looks as being merely curious, not sexual in any way.
Maybe nudity really isn't that big a deal here after all, Rhianna thought to
herself.
She was just getting settled with it again when she almost walked into
Matthew.
He had been standing to one side, taking her in.
She looked great to him, her skin glistening with her sweat, her well toned
body moving about so gracefully.  With her hair up she looked like the
Rhianna he used to know and he thought back to that time when he could call
her his.
She looked healthy and quite lovely in just her loin cloth.  It had been a
long time since Matthew had seen any woman like this.
That he was standing in a room with at least a dozen other similarly naked
women didn't matter to him. He only had eyes for her.
Rhianna jumped back when she saw him standing there.  She became quite self
conscious and held an arm across her chest.
"Matthew!" she said.
"Hello, Pet.  You look very beautiful." he said honestly.
Rhianna blushed. "Isn't it bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?"
was all she could think of to say.
Matthew laughed.  "Only the day before.  Come on, I want to introduce you to
Gabe."
"Okay, let me go get my dress."
"Oh I don't think he'd mind."
"Well I do!" Rhianna replied, and went in search of Elizabeth.  She told the
older woman where she was going and went back into the pantry entrance to
get her dress.  She found a pile of what appeared to be towels and began to
wipe the sweat off herself.
"She's gorgeous." Rhianna heard someone whisper.  She looked around but
couldn't see who was speaking. It was female anyway and sounded young to
Rhianna's ears.
"Better than Estelle." another girl said.
"Is Matthew coming back to live for good?"
"No. Rhianna said they were just here for the wedding."  said a voice
Rhianna recognized.  It was Lilly.
"Oh, he looked pale didn't he?"
"Yeah, but she doesn't."
"She has beautiful skin." said another voice.
"But she had whip marks, I saw them!" Lilly said.
"Matthew whipped her?"
"No, silly, these are way too old.  I think she was whipped badly."
"Oh!" chorused the girls.
By now Rhianna had pulled on her dress and she walked over to the other
entrance to this room. Just beyond this door was the pantry proper, a huge
room filled with foodstuff that had been collected over the good months.
Later she was to find that the far end of the long room had no heat at all
and the food at that end was frozen.
Inside were Lilly and four of her friends.  All were dressed because the
pantry was quite cold, and all were carrying baskets of foodstuff.  They all
stopped talking when Rhianna showed herself.
"If you're curious, just ask." the agent told the young women.
"Did...did Matthew...whip you?"  one of them asked.
"No.  I got whipped by someone who didn't care much for women." Rhianna
replied.
She saw all the girls sigh in relief.  "That's good. I knew Uncle Matthew
wouldn't do anything like that?"  Lilly said.
Rhianna smiled.  Yes, she thought, Uncle Matthew might do many things, but
whipping someone wasn't one of them.
She went back out to meet him.



End of Part 4

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