Kellner continued to strip her

Amanda continued to hang in the middle of the room, with her arms tied above her head, albeit minus one layer of clothing. Kellner stalked around her like a predator toyed with its prey. He knelt down again, admiring her heeled boots. She watched the knife begin to cut a radius around the top of her boots, severing the leather above the boot cuff from that concealed underneath. She could feel the cold steel of the knife along her skin. She froze as to not cause harm inadvertently. Kellner did the same to the other leg. He stood to face her and said, “I know I am very methodical in all of this, but I want to make sure I strip your properly. This material is like a second skin, and I want to skin you with care.”

The imagine of Amanda’s body suit being skinned off of her, like some sort of animal, sent a rush of colour to her cheeks, and warm downward between her legs. Kellner’s imagery, and the succinct way in which we spoke, were almost like aphrodisiacs, and she was beginning to feel the intoxication.

Facing her, Kellner said, “Amanda, I can no longer withstand the urge to kiss you.” She began to move her face away, but the knife appeared near her neck, and Kellner asked “Don’t you feel the urge to kiss me?” Amanda had ****, and Kellner moved in closer and closer. She closed her eyes as not to partake in the deed, but as Kellner’s lips grazed hers, she felt desire stir in her body. He pressed his lips against hers, and she found herself frantic to resist as her body slowly betrayed her will. Kellner was older, but not unattractive, which made it all the worse. Why couldn’t the bad guy always be ugly? He pulled his lips away, and still holding the knife at her neck, reached his other hand to flick away the zipper cover at the neckline of her suit. With her zipper revealed, Kellner stated, “Well well, the plot thickens.” He tugged at it slightly, unzipping mere inches of it. Just enough that it opened up to the nape of her neck, revealing her light skin underneath.

“You know Amanda, you aren’t showing nearly as much as you were in your red dress, but that will soon change.” He removed the knife, and kissed her bare neck, and down the front of her upper chest. Amanda’s mind was riddled with the confusion of disgust and arousal. Kellner moved away ever so slightly, and took the zipper in his fingers. The energy in his arm drew the zipper down the entire front of her body to its terminus. He stepped away, pleased with his work.

Amanda could see the guards ogling her as she hung there with the front of her body suit completely opened; the long V of bare skin only dotted by the line of black material of her bra. She felt the eyes of Kellner now on her as well, most likely undressing her in his mind. The truth of the matter was that in a few moments, he wouldn’t need his mind for that.

His hand caressed her cheek, and he drew her in for another kiss. She began to kiss him back, but then retorted. Kellner noticed that and released her with a smile. Kneeling once more, she could feel Kellner working his knife around her crotch area. She could hear the leather around her pussy being ripped open, and then also some of the thigh region as well. His knife began to trace the roundness of her underbody. He had cut from where the zipper ended, all the way underneath her to about midway on her behind. She trembled slightly.

Kellner stood, and then began to walk around her, making small cuts in her body suit. He opened her wrists, the back of her neck, and a few other random spots. He motioned for his guards, and told them to stand on either side of her, and grab on to sections of the suit. Amanda could sense what was to come, and began pleading with Kellner, who stood emotionless facing her, his hands behind his back.

“Please, Mr. Kellner, we can come to a deal. My organization will cover a ransom if I am returned ‘unharmed’. There many ways in which we can come to an agreement for…” Her words were cut short as she could hear the ripping of her suit in several places.

Amanda, quite flustered, continue to bargain, “I…um [more ripping sounds] am positive that you can, um [feeling areas of her suit loosening] get a fair deal from my organization. Diplomatic um [the suit began to open up at her waist] immunity, and um, perhaps, some sort of, um [the suit began to tear open down her back] amnesty for your art galleries so that your investments are um [the guards began clawing at the open tears in her body suit] protected on the international market, and um [hands were sliding into the ripped areas, touching her skin underneath] some sort of…”

Kellner signaled a halt with he has hand, and the guards ceased their work. Kellner circled her, pensively. Had she done it, Amanda thought? Had she appealed to whatever moral center was left deep within him? He pondered continuously as Amanda gazed down briefly at her clothing situation. The guards, and Kellner’s knife, had done a number on her. Several small patches of the suit had been torn open. By looking down, she could see that the front of the suit was completely splayed open. By the cool air on her back, she could sense that it was a similar situation in the back. She shifted her body a bit, and got the sensation of her body suit wanting to slide of, so she immediately stopped her movement.

Kellner stopped to face her again and said, “Is that all you have to offer?” With that, he gave a quick signal, and the guards pounced on her again, this time with more determination. She felt the black leather being pulled east/west from either side of her. More and more cracks in the leather opened up and revealed more of her skin. The tug of war ended with a final loud rip as the guards pulled apart her body suit from either side of her. The halves went flying to the left and right of her, bunching on the floor. Amanda was in deep shit, and she knew it.