Kellner turned on Amanda

Kellner flicked off the projector. “I will make very good money on that one. She is young, flexible, and skilled. Also, as an intelligence agent, I bet many buyers will like the opportunity for payback. She may be my best payday to date, that is if…” “If what,” Amanda inquired. “That is, if I decided to sell you, or keep you myself. You have been coveted by many of your former victims. You have also garnered quite a following with your online presence. You always do know how to find the right dress, don’t you? And tonight’s was no exception. I came into this evening with only the thought of selling you off, but after witnessing your behaviour this evening, I am more tempted than ever to keep YOU for my ‘private collection’. To make an informed decision, one must look at the art work from all angles, and be able to see beyond the surface. I need to see beyond your surface, my dear, to make a proper assessment of you.” Kellner produced a small, pen-like exacto knife; the kind used by artists to angle paint brushed, or whittle away pencils for sketching. “Let’s begin to scratch your surface, shall we,” Kellner stated with a proud grin. Amanda was stuck, and in big trouble.

Kellner smiled ominously as he looked over her body, wondering where to begin the destruction of her clothing. Amanda became flushed. Kellner intended not to simply strip her, or even just fuck her…he intended to own her, to break her, to defeat her until she gave in. Kellner’s guards stood silently in their places. They were all well-built, and wore helmets and glasses that concealed their identities. Even if she somehow managed to get free, so didn’t like these fighting odds. Perhaps these were even the guards that incapacitated her in the study. If so, they had put up a good fight. Amanda could be hard-pressed get through all of them.

She studied the surroundings. The room she was in was octagonal, with a door behind her, and a large screen (similar to the one in the study) on the wall in front of her. She wondered why Kellner had used a projection to show her the scene of Claire, unless… it wasn’t a screen, but a two-way mirror. Amanda pondered over who might be watching from the other side.

Distracted by her thoughts, Amanda was unaware that Kellner had begun his work, slicing open her armour layer at her right wrist. “Surprise, my dear,” he said wryly, “I decided to begin stripping you while your thoughts were elsewhere. This made sure that there were no ‘slip ups’ with my knife in case you struggled.”

Amanda watched the tip of the knife intently as it slowly descended along the inside of her arm, bisecting her sleeve with the soft sound of material being cut. The knife stopped just below her shoulder, and Kellner moved back up to her wrists, and began the same exercise on the other sleeve.

“You know, Amanda,” he commented, “This body armour is quite resilient, and quite protective. It reminds me of a turtle shell in that regard, but once this shell is removed, I’ll have access to the unprotected softness underneath, won’t I?” Amanda had been in brushes with vulnerability early this evening, but this worried her. The other men had just been sex-crazed, while Kellner was a bit of an enigma. Surely, he wanted her body, but then, what after? She knew she wouldn’t be let go. Would he keep her prisoner? Would he sell her into the sex trade? She stared off distantly again, thinking. “My dear,” Kellner interjected, “You are not enjoying this at all.” She noticed his work on her other arm has ceased, and he had begun searching for other areas of her armour to begin his onslaught.

Kellner ran his hands over her body, and even through the armour, she could sense his touch. He reached the waist of her armour and began to score at the material with his knife. She could hear it start to tear, and then Kellner started to slice downwards along her outer thigh and down her leg. He opened up that side completely, and then moved around her to repeat the action on the other side. Amanda certainly appreciated the symmetry of his work, but did not appreciate what was being done to her. She was slightly aroused at being helpless while he worked, but she didn’t relish either of Kellner’s plans for her.

She began to struggle again, and Kellner stood up forcefully, “Amanda, you must stop. This knife could hurt you, and I would hate to scar this prized body of yours. Also, any more squirming, and I will have my guards take care of you. In all honesty, I’d like to be able to fuck you before I kill you, or sell you, so please don’t disrupt my work.”

That was the first time Amanda heard him mention that he potentially had a plan to kill her. She stopped her squirming. With both outer legs of her suit splayed open (revealing her body suit underneath), Kellner knelt back down…this time centering himself to face her legs. He reached for the bottom of the right inside leg of the armour, pulled it taught, and began slicing upwards, tracing the shape of her leg.

“You see, Amanda,” he said while cutting, “I can pretty much have any woman I want. I meet these art gallery beauties all of the time. My escort this evening is one of my recent acquisitions, a gallery curator from Brazil. I was testing her out this evening before she will be listed to be sold. She put up quite a fight in the beginning, but I broke her myself, and now she obeys perfectly. At this point in the evening, we should have been retiring from the party, and have gone to the bedroom for more private entertainment, but your arrival changed that. I had been watching you in the art scene for almost a year.”

Amanda inhaled hesitantly as Kellner’s knife reached the apex of her legs, and curved around the top, slicing the material near her most sensitive areas. She was unharmed, and she froze at the descent of the knife down the other inside leg.

“Not only was I intrigued with your art knowledge and expertise, but I was enthralled by your beauty, and you’re your alluring fashion sense. You always had keen instinct for the perfect dress. Remember that black sheer number you wore in Stockholm? You basically wore a body stocking with strategically darkened areas. That may be my favourite of yours; although tonight’s red number was a knockout. I guess what I am saying Amanda is that I have wanted you for a long time, and now I have you. It is quite exciting. I almost don’t know what to do with you.”

Amanda spoke up, “you could let me go.” Kellner chuckled, “I said…almost. In fact I know exactly what to do with you.” As Kellner circled her again, Amanda realized that the lower half of her armour had been cut completely open. He tidied up his work by slicing down from each armpit to the waist, which opened the armour up further. “Hold still, my dear,” He warned as he moves his hands to her neck, “this knife is very sharp.”

Amanda worried over what his intentions were, but soon figured out his plan. He sliced at the neckline of the armour on either side, and then continued a line from her neck to her wrist on the left side, and then on the right side. With one final cut, Amanda watched her armour suit, and her best protection, fall in half to the floor.

The warmth of the armour faded away, and the coolness of the room became aware to her. The black leather body suit didn’t do much to keep in the heat. A guard reached down to clear away the torn armour, but Kellner dismissed him, “I want her to watch as her clothes pile up on the floor.”

The thought of that made Amanda hearken back to her experience with Delholme, and seeing her panties hanging around her ankles, and watching as her dress almost ended up there as well. Her body betrayed her a little and she could feel herself start to get wet. ‘I can’t let Kellner know I am getting aroused by this,’ Amanda thought, ‘I have to find a way to salvage the mission.’

Kellner walked around her, letting a single finger trace around sections of her body suit. While the armour layer provided protection, it was less than flattering. The leather body suit however was the opposite as it hugged her figure as a second skin. No curves were left to the imagination. Her shape was on display for all in the room. “Now, that is far better, isn’t it, my dear?” Amanda started to struggle again, and one of the guards moved towards her. Kellner raised his hand, and the guard halted and returned to his place. “What did I tell you about struggling, and trying to escape, Amanda? There IS no escape. I will have to punish you,” Kellner said as he walked behind her. She lost sight of him, and then suddenly felt his hand smack her ass, and hard. She yelped in surprise and response to the **** of the swat. “Ah!” she let out. “You see, there are consequences for your actions,” Kellner warned.