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To Catch a Monster   Part 9



Rhianna and Lilly were alone in Rhianna's apartment. Lilly had stopped by to
see her friend before going on to school. Lilly wasn't Rhianna's first
visitor that day however.
Earlier that morning, Leann and Elizabeth stopped in for one last ceremonial
act.  While Rhianna lay naked in bed, half embarrassed to death because her
legs were still bound spread apart, Leann took two of the three inch wide
leather marriage bands and sewed them onto her.  Leann used tiny stitching
and when done the bands looked like they circled her wrists in one piece.
They were also quite snug, Rhianna couldn't get a finger under them and she
was grateful for Leann's skill with a needle.
As Rhianna had her bands fitted, Elizabeth sewed on Matthew's.  Both women
worked without saying much of anything, and when they left they did so with
only a smile on their faces as a goodbye.
Rhianna wasn't much for words at that point anyway, she was still on a bit
of a sexual high.  She loved the design carved into the bands, a series of
dragons and snakes, and both Matthew and Rhianna marveled at how the design
was repeated identically on all four bands.
Then Matthew demonstrated another use for the bands, as he showed her how
they would protect her wrists from the bite of the cord.
Now Rhianna was entertaining again, this time unbound.
Lilly couldn't help smiling as she watched Rhianna settle onto a pillow on
the floor.  "I see that you and Matthew had a good wedding night!" giggled
the teenager.
Rhianna frowned. "You're too young know about things like that."
Lilly laughed.  "Well, it's not hard, just look at you!"
Rhianna tried to smile, but sighed instead. Since she didn't have any
clothes it was hard to hide the physical remains of the very passionate
night she had spent with Matthew.  Her wrists and ankles still had red lines
from her night of bondage, her chest and neck bore bite marks and hickeys,
and her pussy lips still protruded a bit from the second dose of the vial
that Matthew eventually used on her.  At least she had been able to wash off
the sticky residue of their love making using a jug of water and a towel.
After napping only a couple of hours, Rhianna wasn't ready for visitors
again, but when Lilly dropped by Matthew used her visit as an excuse to go
out. He told her that he was going to find her something to wear.  Rhianna
hesitated to think what that might be.
She was tempted to put on the clothes that Matthew had brought over for
himself, but Matthew had warned her that such things weren't done.  He would
bring her something.
Lilly agreed.
"Oh yes. You cant wear his clothes, unless it's an emergency or something."
she told Rhianna.
"What about his cloak, he left it on the bed!" Rhianna asked.
Matthew had spread out the big black wedding cloak on the bed after they had
gotten up.
"No!  Didn't he tell you?  The wedding cloak stays on your bed as a symbol
of his protection.  You don't remove the cloak unless you have to. Mom and
Dad still sleep under theirs."
"Figures." Rhianna said. She was hungry and needed to use the bathroom, but
she did not want to leave the apartment in her current condition.
"Lilly, can I ask you something about Mary?" Rhianna asked.
"Of course!"
"Do you know why she broke up with Cory?"
Lilly thought about it for a minute.  "She never really said, but I think it
had been coming for a while."
"Why do you think that?"
"She began acting more distant toward him, she spent a lot more time outside
than she used to. In the end I think they just agreed that it wasn't working
out."
"Did she ever mention that she was seeing someone else?"
"No.  I don't think she was."
"When she went outside, who did she go with?"
"No one, really.  She had passed her week a while back and was allowed out
on the mountain alone!"
Rhianna nodded. It was all coming together.
"You know, Lilly. I think I need to see your Dad."
"Was I a help?"
"Very much so."
"I can go get him now if you want."
Rhianna thought about how she looked.
"No, I'll find him later."
Lilly smiled.



Matthew eventually returned and he actually brought something for Rhianna to
wear.  It wasn't the greatest something, but at least it covered her up a
little.
It was actually two things.  A leather halter that tied behind her back and
left her midriff bare, and a thin cloth skirt that only came down to mid
thigh.
"What about a loin cloth?" Rhianna asked him.
"I don't think you need one yet."  Matthew said, making Lilly giggle.
Rhianna snarled at him affectionately and put on the outfit.
The thin skirt felt so light that it was almost like she wasn't wearing
anything! Just moving about the room caused it to flutter, flashing everyone
present.
"Nice outfit, husband. When do I get to dress you?" she asked sarcastically.
"I like it, what do you think Lilly?"
Lilly headed for the door. "I think I have school. Bye!" she giggled.
Rhianna looked at Matthew in appeal. "You can't be serious!"
"Hey. You could go out there naked and no one would care, I think it's fine.
Besides, you look very sexy in it!"
"Well I don't feel sexy, not that it matters." Rhianna headed for the door,
but Matthew took her arm and stopped her.  He pulled her to him and gave her
a deep kiss.
When the kiss broke, Rhianna sunk to her knees, her eyes closed. It took her
a moment to come to her senses.  "I wish you wouldn't do that."
"What, kiss you?" Matthew asked.
"No, reduce me to nothing but jello."
Matthew chuckled.
"Would you mind, Sir, if I left to use the bathroom?"
"You may, and then you may join me in the bathhouse."
"Oh THANK YOU Sir!" Rhianna said with giggle of her own, and just missed
getting her butt slapped as she went through the door.
It was a much relieved Rhianna who made it to the bathhouse a short time
later, but her relief didn't last long.
As she entered the bathhouse after removing her clothes she felt on display.
People she passed gave her knowing looks and smiles as her love marks told
all about her night's activities. She wished she had thought of giving
Matthew a few marks of his own, but he would probably have just bragged
about them.
Men!
She saw Matthew not in a tub, but standing with a couple of other men near
the benches.  She stopped and watched him for a moment, enjoying the chance
to see him naked at a distance.
He had certainly used his time in prison to advantage, toning up his body
and getting fit.  He wasn't overly muscled, but what he had was well
defined. She liked the way he stood, legs apart, back straight. He had his
back to her and she could admire the way his stance tightened his butt.
"Very nice." she said to herself.
Matthew chose that moment to look about and he saw Rhianna watching him.  He
beckoned her over.
"Hi, Pet. This is  Tom, and this is my Uncle Bill who's dog almost married
you yesterday before I could."
Rhianna blushed at the memory of Sidney sticking his nose where dogs liked
to go. "Hello."
"I'm sorry about Sidney. I guess he just got a little over excited." said
Bill.   Rhianna would not have guessed that Bill was Matthew and Paul's
uncle. His body was in fine shape and only his gray hair gave his age away.
"That's alright." Rhianna told him.
Bill smiled.  "You have a beautiful woman there, boy!" he said to Matthew.
"Take good care of her!"
"Oh I plan to."  Matthew replied.
Bill and Tom said their good-byes and left.
"Get on the bench, Pet, face down." Matthew ordered gently.
"Do I get a massage?" Rhianna said, eager for one after the stress of the
past few days.
"Yes, then you give me one!"
Rhianna lay down on the warm wooden bench, and Matthew took her wrists.
"You don't have to do that you know!" Rhianna said, aware of What Matthew
was about to do.
"I know, but I want to. Now hush!"
Matthew tied cord around her wrists, making sure that the cord tightened on
her wrist bands. Then he stretched her arms out and tied the cords to the
legs of the bench.
The width of the bench was perfect for this sort of tie, like it had been
designed just for this purpose.  Rhianna figured that it probably had, and
wondered how many other naked bodies had been bound to it's surface over the
years, it certainly was very smooth.
Rhianna felt Matthew climb astride her legs, something cold drip on her
back, and then warm hands beginning to knead her tired muscles. She groaned
in pleasure.
"You like that huh?"  Matthew asked with a smile.
"Oh yes." replied the Agent.
They spoke not at all for a little while, as Matthew slowly worked his way
up and down her body, then Rhianna broke the silence.
"I have a question."
"I'll answer if I can!"
"Is there much contact between the compound and the town?"
"Are you thinking of the case?" Matthew asked, surprised.
"Uh huh!"
"While I have you tied down, the both of us naked, you dripping in oil while
I rub my hands all over your body...you're thinking of the case!"
"I see that Male pride has risen again." smiled Rhianna.
"I guess I'm not doing enough to distract you from it!"
"You brought me here to catch a killer, didn't you?"
"Yes...but not today."
"And if the killer takes another hostage, because I took a day off?"
Matthew paused.  "Okay, you win. What was it you wanted?"
"Do the townsfolk come up here at all?"
"No, they appear on the mountain from time to time, and on rare occasions
they actually come into the compound. But they are escorted back out again.
The women and children are told to avoid them if they can if out in the
woods."
Rhianna nodded. "Does anyone here go down to the town?"
"Paul does, he and the Sheriff are friends.  Doc Miller spends time at the
clinic there keeping current on his doctor stuff, and he and the head doctor
there have a good working relationship. Oh, and Patrick Olws goes down every
couple of weeks or so."
"Why?"
"He's our supply guy. He deals with the town merchants, trading our goods
and artwork for supplies we cant make ourselves."
"Such as?"
"Well, our medical supplies are a big part of it, and so is our meat
consumption, but there are other little things that we need that we just
cant do without."
"Hmmm. Did he ever take his daughter to town with him?"
"I don't know, I haven't been around much the past couple of years. Time to
turn over." Matthew told her.  He got off her and untied her cords from the
bench. Rhianna rolled over and Matthew pulled her arms back, retying her.
Rhianna felt a little nervous being bound face up with so many people about,
but looking at Matthew as he stood at her feet, she realized it might not be
that bad. Her legs parted slightly and she smiled when she saw the reaction
she got from him.
Matthew grinned and shook his head. He stepped forward and reached under the
bench for more cord.
"Not here, Pet. Guess I had better do something before we have an accident."
Matthew rapped the cord around her thighs and tied them together, then he
climbed back on her and began to rub oil on her breasts.
Rhianna closed her eyes and resigned herself to liking what he was doing. It
was all she could do.
"Will you tell me what your reasons are for thinking it's an outsider?"
Matthew asked her.
Rhianna shook her head. "No, at least not here."
"Do you usually keep things close to your chest when you're on a job?"
"Usually." Rhianna replied.
"Well, it is a magnificent chest!" he said, and he leaned forward for a
second to kiss her nipples.
"Matthew!"
Matthew laughed.  "I love watching you wriggle!"  he said.
Rhianna blushed, but secretly enjoyed the compliment.
"Now. Since you wont tell me anything, is there at least anything I can do
to help?" he asked.
"You're already doing it!" she said with a smile.
"Oh really!  Is that all I am to you, some boy toy to keep you well sexed so
your mind stays clear?"
"Since you put it that way!" laughed Rhianna.
Matthew began to tickle her.
Rhianna began screaming and laughing as Matthew let his fingers caress her
sensitive spots.  He had taken the time to find all of them and he used that
knowledge to advantage.
Everyone in the bathhouse paused and looked over at the newly married couple
as they played on the bench.  They all smiled with the knowledge that this
was a happy couple and that they would be together forever.
Matthew eventually stopped ticking Rhianna when he saw she was finding it
hard to breath. As she recovered he untied her hands and thighs and let her
sit up.
Rhianna was winded and red faced, and she held on to Matthew for support.
"Pet...Rhianna." Matthew began very seriously. "Have you ever...have you
given any thought to maybe...coming back here for good, to be my wife for
real?"
Rhianna looked at him with her big eyes, confusion written all over her
face. She looked away and let go of him.
Gathering herself together, she stood up.  "I have to find your brother."
she said.
Matthew watched as she padded back to the changing room.



Damn him, Rhianna thought to herself, to ask me that now!
She had been completely thrown by his question, not expecting it at all. It
took a force of will for Rhianna to concentrate on her case and her search
for Paul Anderson.
Paul was in the barn when Rhianna eventually found him. He took a break and
allowed Rhianna to lead him someplace where they could talk.
She related to him her theory about how the physical evidence suggested that
it was someone from town who was committing the murders.
Paul thought about it for a moment. "It would be a good thing for us if it
were true. But it seems very weak Rhianna.  I have a feeling you are going
on something other than the physical evidence."
Rhianna nodded slowly. "I am, but it's just a feeling from stuff I've put
together from talking to people."
"Can you tell me?"
Rhianna hesitated.  "Could I get your promise, that what I reveal to you
doesn't get anyone in trouble?"  She was thinking about Sol, and his
confession to her.
"That's a big request, Rhianna."
"I know, but there was something I was told in confidence, and I think the
person involved needs help, not punishment."
"Alright, you have my promise." Paul said reluctantly.
"I think that those women went willingly to whoever killed them. I think
that whoever took them seduced them into coming with him.  These women all
showed a change of behavior and an increase in their outdoor activities
before they disappeared.  One of them dropped her boyfriend, another had
premarital sex with hers and was angry when her boyfriend refused to do it
again.  One hurried into her survival weekend so she could spend days out of
the compound and not be looked for.  All of these women wanted something
they could only get out of the compound."
"And what's that?" Paul was visibly startled at the mention of premarital
sex.
"I think it was sex." Rhianna said slowly.
"You're wrong.  We teach our children better than that!" Paul said
defensively.
"All three women were sexually used, Paul. I believe their actions show that
sex was why they changed their behavior patterns."
"No. I believe you when you say it isn't one of us. But I can't believe that
these girls took an active part in their disappearance."
Rhianna sighed, she saw that Paul was going to be a hard sell.  "I'm sorry,
but you brought me up here to solve this for you, and that is where my
investigation is leading me."
"I think it's time I took a more active role in this investigation." Paul
said gruffly. "Who was it that engaged in premarital sex?"
"Remember, you promised to help, not to punish. Besides, I think he's been
punishing himself enough!"
Paul stared at her for a moment. "I keep my promises." he said eventually.
"It was Sol." Rhianna said softly.
Paul closed his eyes for a moment.  "Very well." he said.
"Take care of him Paul, your son needs your support more than your anger
right now."
Paul nodded. "We'll talk, that's all."  He began to move away. "Go home
Rhianna. Use your phone to talk to your man in town, get him to organize a
search for this monster, but don't talk to anyone up here anymore."
"What?" Rhianna asked, surprised.
"It's evident that you don't...that you can't understand us after all, or
you wouldn't have come up with such a crazy idea about our women. I don't
want you to talk to anyone up here again.  Stay in your apartment until
Matthew takes you back into town."
"You can't be serious."
"I am. Go before I have you escorted under offense!" ordered Paul, fire in
his eyes.
"Yes Sir." was all Rhianna could say.



"I don't know how much longer I'll be up here, Owen." Rhianna said into her
phone.
"Why?" answered her partner.
Rhianna told him about her conversation with Paul, and it's outcome.
"Sound's like you should have known better." said Owen.
"He had to know."
"Yeah, well. I have something else he has to know.  June Olws body has been
released. He can come pick it up now."
"I'll tell him." Rhianna said sadly.
"And now some news for you. We finished our check of all the people in town
that had even minimal content with the mountain, and found no one that
matched your description."
"That figures." Rhianna said glumly.
"But...there is one gentleman who just got back to town who neighbors say
has spent a lot of time on the mountain this past year. In fact, none of
them remember him being around during any of the times the victims were
missing."
"So you have a suspect?" asked the Agent.
"The thing is, this guy is forty with gray hair, and no one really thinks of
him as a great lover."
Rhianna thought for a moment. She wondered how an older man would fit in to
her idea.  "You know, I think that might work. Do you have anything else on
him?"
"Nothing right now, I think we might shake him down if anything important
comes up on his record."
"No...don't do anything to alert him. Not yet. Just go into his background
for now."
"Sure.  So, when are you and Anderson coming back down?"
"I don't know, maybe when Paul comes for June."
"It won't be too soon for me." Owen said with feeling.
"I'll talk to you later." Rhianna said with a smile.




There was not much talking at the Anderson family table that night.  Rhianna
did her duty as a new wife in fetching the food and drink for her 'Husband',
and conversation among the other women and children was lively enough.  But
Paul hardly said a word, neither did Sol who gave Rhianna a venomous look.
Rhianna figured that father and son had spoken about Sol's indiscretion.
She hoped it had gone well, but wasn't going to ask about it.
Matthew too seemed a little self absorbed. Rhianna wondered if it had
anything to do with the way she hadn't answered his question earlier.  She
really didn't know what to say to him about it. It wasn't something she
needed on her mind right now, or her heart. She had expected to see him that
afternoon while she sat alone in their apartment, but he never showed and
this was the first time she had seen him since leaving him in the bathhouse.
He was polite to her, but otherwise didn't talk to her.
Rhianna wondered what was on his mind.
At meal's end, Rhianna got close to Paul and delivered Owen's message.
Paul nodded slowly.  This would be the third time this year that he would
make this particular trip. It didn't make it any easier.  "Tomorrow." he
said. "I'll take you and Matthew down with me."
"Alright." replied Rhianna.
Paul turned and walked away.
"Rhianna!" Matthew called. "Come on, let's head back."
Rhianna let Matthew escort her back to their apartment, and inside Rhianna
went and lay on the throw pillows.
Matthew joined her after building a fire in the fireplace.
"About this morning." he said, after they had stared at the flames for a
bit.  Matthew had spent the day outside on roof duty, thinking about what he
wanted to say here.
"Let's not talk about it, okay?" Rhianna said.
"I think we need to."
"No, we don't. Look, Matthew, what you asked me was...well, something I just
can't do. I guess I can't deny that I'm attracted to you, you've known that
all along. I can't deny either that when we're together...something special
happens.
But right now I have my career and other...personal obligations. Do you
understand?"
Matthew was silent for a while, his eyes upon her but not really seeing her.
"Is he a good man?"  Matthew asked.
Rhianna took a breath. "It's not just about a man..."
"Is he a good man?" Matthew interrupted.
"Yes. I...like him a lot."
"Does he treat you the way I treat you?"
"What, like a slave girl?" Rhianna almost laughed, but the seriousness of
Matthew's attitude prevented her.
"No! As someone so precious that you have to go to extraordinary measures to
look after her." Matthew said seriously.
Rhianna opened her mouth, but nothing came out for a moment.
"I've never been complimented that way before." she finally said.
"That's sad." Matthew replied. He moved from the chair and lay down next to
her, his hand brushing her hair.
"Matthew?" Rhianna asked, butterflies in her stomach.
"Hush, Pet.  If I can't have you forever, then at least we can have
tonight."
Rhianna felt like crying. "Matthew, Paul is sending us back tomorrow.  He
thinks I'm on the wrong track. In a day or two you'll be back in prison."
"Then that makes tonight all the more important, doesn't it...wife?"
"I can be your wife...tonight." whispered Rhianna Summer, Special Agent for
the FBI.
Matthew smiled, and bent low to kiss her.




They lay spooned together in front of the still burning fire, swaddled in
their wedding cloak, which was all that covered their bodies.  Matthew held
Rhianna with one arm, his thumb slowly caressing one of her nipples while
his fingers cupped her breast.
It was quiet, peaceful, a perfect moment that Rhianna wished wouldn't end.
But she knew it had to.
"I'm sorry." she said quietly.
"Sorry for what?" whispered Matthew in her ear.
"Sorry for putting you in prison."
"You had to, I don't blame you for that."
"You weren't the person they told me you were. I know that now. I knew that
then!"
"It's alright, Pet."
"You forgive me?" Rhianna asked.
"I forgive you."




The embers glowed dull red, points of light in the dark room.  The sound of
trees moving in the wind could be heard faintly.
Matthew lay quietly, his arm still around his lover. He could hear her
breathing as she slept, and could smell her presence.
Matthew knew he loved her, but he also knew that if he pushed to keep her he
would end up squeezing her right out of his hand forever.
He thought about what lay ahead for him. Six more months back in his cell
with Jeremy the "Internet Child Porn" king.
Jeremy was one of those guys that made you wish for retroactive abortion,
and had been Matthew's cell mate for the past year.
He knew he could tough it out, but then what?
Actually Matthew wasn't too worried, he knew he had options.
Not ALL his assets had been confiscated, he had enough money stashed away to
keep him happy for a while, and he knew a few honest business contacts that
would help him get back on his feet.
He wasn't sure if he wanted to get back to his former trade, smuggling
wasn't the career it used to be. Yet what else did he know?
Matthew smiled.  He knew one thing for sure.  He and Rhianna weren't done
yet!
Here in the compound Rhianna was his wife, and he couldn't come back to
visit without her. Surely she wouldn't refuse him when he needed her to come
with him for a weeks visit with the folks!
Rhianna stirred, whimpering in her sleep.  He suspected she was having one
of her infrequent nightmares, her mind still
bearing scars about her horrifying torture along with her body.
Matthew wondered if the story she had told him had been true, he doubted it.
One of these days he was going to ask.
Her whimpering grew stronger and Matthew began to stroke her, whispering in
her ear that she was safe, that no harm would come to her.
Rhianna calmed down, quiet once more.
Matthew knew he loved her.



Rhianna sat cross legged, naked on the bed, her phone in her hands. Her head
was bowed as she sorted out what her partner in town had just told her about
their suspect.
Andy Weller, for that was his name, had a clean record as far as the State
of Colorado was concerned, but he was divorced and someone was trying to
track down the ex wife. Her interview would give them valuable information
regarding his state of mind.
Owen was not to happy, he still considered Weller to be a waste of time. He
was convinced that the killer was a member of the compound.
He and Rhianna hung up a little angry at each other. Normally they worked a
lot better together, but this collusion by phone was getting on their
nerves.
Matthew came back into the apartment, he had gone and collected breakfast
for them both, a duty that was supposed to be hers.  He knew she had her
phone call to make.
"I'm going to ask Paul for another day." Rhianna said to him as he placed a
plate of fruit down in front of her.  He liked the way she looked right now,
naked except for her wedding bands. He smiled at the thought of another day
with her.
Rhianna caught his smile as she popped a strawberry into her mouth.
"Don't be too attached to the idea, I doubt we'll be spending much time
together."
"How come?" Matthew asked.
"I think I have a plan on how to catch our monster!"



End of Part 9

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