One of Kellner's lackeys

Amanda took a quick sip of champagne and feigned to be admiring some smaller pieces of art wall of the round front hallway. A young man in his mid-twenties (she thought), handsomely attired, and fairly attractive, determinedly approached her. As he inched his way into her space, he smiled and said “Hello, Ms…?” “Hansen, Amanda Hansen,” Amanda replied. “My name is Delholme, Rudy Delholme, and I have to tell you,” He moved closer to her, drinking in her perfume and whispering in her ear, “you are the most beautiful woman in the mansion. I am one of Mr. Kellner’s junior associates and art advisors. Let me put this out there…I come from a very rich family and have multiple houses, cars, and even yachts, and I would like to see you in all of them.” Amanda smiled coyly as he began to advance closer to her, “Well, Mr. Delholme…” he raised a finger to her “call me Rudy.” “Well, Rudy,” She smiled fakely, “I can’t say I’ve met someone with multiple yachts. What do you do with the extras? Fishing outings? Trips to Gilligan’s Isle?” Delholme chuckled confidently and said, “I’d like for you to find out first hand.”

The cat and mouse game had moved them around the circular wall of the hall, and Amanda found herself at the lip of the entrance to the cloakroom. As Delholme moved in towards her lips, Amanda backed into the cloakroom. “What a perfect idea, Amanda, I wanted a little privacy with you.” Delholme put his hands on her shoulders and guided her backwards through the coats and to the back of the room. They were completely concealed by the coats, and Amanda was wary that this was not a desirable situation. First of all, this was delaying her from her mission, and second of all, if she attempted to stop Delholme’s advances, it may cause a scene, and attract scrutiny towards her. Her cover could be blown, and the mission severely compromised. Delholme **** his lips on hers, and while she tried to gently dissuade him and push him away, she also felt herself kissing back a bit. ‘Stop it Amanda,’ she thought, ‘he may be a good kisser, but you have a mission and…’ She suddenly felt his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. She was taken off guard and in the embrace, dropped her red purse. She shuddered at the fact that it might have opened. What would he say if he saw what she had concealed in there?

Amanda pushed a bit more forcefully, but Delholme pulled her in closer. His hands began to wander and Amanda realized that while she could definitely kick the shit out of him with ease, it would create quite a commotion, especially since he worked for Kellner. “Rudy… please,” She said as his left hand slid up and down her smooth, bare right leg, “Maybe we should find a more…private place… to continue this.” Delholme didn’t even slow down. “Listen baby, this place is private enough for us, and believe me, everyone is too focused on the Mucha painting to care.” Leaving her bare leg, his left hand joined his right hand at her shoulders and spun her around to face away from him. He pushed her hair out of the way to expose the back of her neck, and begin to kiss her there.

She knew this was a bad situation, but she LOVED the sensation, and started to lose herself. His right hand reached down, and opened up the slit of the dress, completely revealing her bare right leg. He ran his hand up the back of her thigh, and then pulled the dress open more, showing some of the bare skin of her right cheek. His hand smoothed along the outline, and Amanda worked hard to stay focused. She had to find a way out of this, she thought, as Delholme began to nibble at her neck. She felt her legs give way slightly, and leaned into him, sensing the hardness that was growing in his pants. This was getting serious. He was genuinely aroused and ready for sex. He was not going to take no for an answer, at least not willingly. His right hand reached up along the apex of her dress slit, sliding around the front of her to touch the lining of her panties.

Amanda began to struggle a bit more and found that he was surprisingly strong and contained her strains against him. His hand reached deeper under her dress, around her lower back. Hooking his fingers in the back of her panties, he slowly started to tug them down. Amanda considered screaming, but that would most certainly blow the mission. “Please, Rudy, please…” Amanda pleaded with him, “No.” Her denial of him seemed to spurn him on as his right hand peeled down her panties. She reached her right hand to meet them as the side of her descending panties appeared from underneath her dress, to the open slit. His hand released them to swat away her hand, and then he passionately continued his advances on her neck while his hand resumed its work. Shuddering, Amanda felt Delholme’s hand rest on her bare thigh as she sensed her panties sliding down her body, tugged by gravity to the floor. She glanced down at her feet, her black lacy panties bunched around her red heels. She began to tremble with fear at the thought of being forcefully taken by this man.

“Baby, your body is bangin’ and I can’t wait to see it all,” Delholme asserted. ‘I am not going to let this rich, young punk have me. He doesn’t deserve this body,’ Amanda rationalized in her mind. “Please, Rudy, I beg you,” Amanda pleaded again. “Amanda,” Rudy retorted, “this is happening, and you better just accept it.”

His right hand left her bare thigh, and reached for the zipper to his pants. She reached her hands around her back to push him away, but his left hand grasped both of her wrists and held them tightly behind her back. He finished unzipping, and as she struggled, she heard him shift his clothing around. She knew why…as she struggled, she felt his exposed dick touch her bare right leg. ‘Oh my god’, she said to herself, ‘this has really gone too far, but I don’t know what to do.’ Delholme has also removed his belt and quickly used it to bind Amanda’s hands, releasing his grip. He flung open the back hem of her dress, revealing her shapely bare ass. Rudy smacked it, “Girl, I am going to have this first,” he said as she felt his dick rubbing against her cheeks.

‘That was it,’ She thought, ‘I have to end this even if I have to beat the shit out of this guy.’ She struggled against the belt, but he had bound her quite thoroughly…he must have training in this. His hands reached around her to cup her firm breasts, and pull her even closer. His suit jacket grazed along her virtually bare back as he kissed all around the back of her neck. Her wrists still bound behind her, she felt his hard dick begin to slide up and down between her cheeks. The sensation was too much for her to handle and Amanda’s resistance began to crumble. Her body began to move with his, as he firmly molested her breasts. Delholme’s hands reached up to her shoulders and toyed with the straps at her shoulders.

She trembled as he started to slowly slide them off her shoulders, whispering huskily, “Shall we continue?” Amanda‘s body was hardly in a position to resist, and was actually succumbing more and more to her overwhelming sexual instincts. Without a struggle, she breathed out a “No” as she felt Delholme slide the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. He began to bite softly on the back of her neck as he slid the top of her dress down her body. Her black lace matching bra revealed, Delholme lamented saying, “I’m disappointed Amanda, I could have sworn you’d be topless underneath. This bra was virtually undetectable, and was hidden by every strap of your dress. I guess I will just have to wait a little longer to see those fabulous tits.” Amanda glanced down at herself, panties still on the floor around her ankles, and now her dress bunched around her waist. The night was NOT proceeding as planned.

With three quick snaps, Amanda felt her bra loosen around her body, and Rudy whispered in her ear, “I guess the wait is over now.” With that, he slipped her bra straps off her shoulders, and peeled it down her body. She gasped in shock at her situation. Accept for the remains of her dress, Delholme had undressed her completely, and her earpiece had picked up the entire ordeal. ‘No, this can’t be happening’, Amanda thought, ‘I’ve been stripped by a nobody. I can’t be taken by the likes of him?’ As Rudy’s hands assaulted her bare breasts, his cock continued to slide up and down between her cheeks until his hard dick caught itself between her legs, and she could feel its head grazing her soaking wet pussy. Her body had betrayed her will, and she knew that she could no longer put up any resistance. Whether or not she wanted him, she wanted his cock now. She had been dominated and she now had to pay the price. Delholme released her breasts and began to shift her dress bunched at her waist. As she began to grind her cheeks deeper towards the hilt of his cock, he began his final **** on her clothing by beginning to slide the rest of her dress down her body. She felt the tip of his cock slide along the wet lips of her pussy, spreading them wider each time, all the while looking down as the last of her clothing descended closer to her waist and hips. She knew once it was over the hump, the dress would cascade down to the floor on its own, and she would be defenceless, ****, completely exposed, and primed to be taken. As the dress reached the top of her hips, she held her breath in anticipation of her pending nakedness…