She had been captured

Amanda’s eyes opened slowly, and she winced from the light-filled room. She heard the sounds of people around her, maybe three or four. She heard a voice, Kellner’s, “Ah…Sleeping Beauty has awakened.” As her blurred vision came into focus, she became aware of her situation. Her arms were bound above her head, and fastened to a taught chain leading to the ceiling. Her feet were bound at the ankles loosely and barely touched the ground. She struggled with the ceiling chain, trying to get loose, but Kellner dissuaded her, “Save your strength, my dear. That chain is attached to a steel girder that is part of the foundation of this house. The chain is tested at a resistance far greater than you can provide. You aren’t going anywhere.” Kellner circled around her as he had Claire. ‘Oh no, Claire,’ Amanda remembered. She demanded, “what have you done with Claire?”

Kellner smiled and said “You know, that maid had been in my house for months, and you both assumed I wouldn’t have noticed she was not legitimate? With a body like hers, she could have worked as a model or TV extra, and made more than I was paying her. I knew about Claire almost from the moment she arrived, but I didn’t let on because I needed her.”

“What did you need her for,” Amanda asked. “Why Amanda,” he smiled, “I needed her to bring YOU here.

He continued, "You are my ultimate prize my dear. I first noticed you as part of the art community, and intended for you to go the way of my other ‘art critic’ acquisitions, but when I discovered that were also an undercover agent, I knew I needed you even more. I discovered it through Mr. Delholme. I knew he was brash and eager to prove himself to me, so I gave him a mission. He was to advance on you and attempt to have sex with you. Looking the way you did earlier at the party, I knew he would accept the task. I must say, I am sadly disappointed with your current attire compared to your previous dress, but that is something we can remedy shortly. You see, Delholme is a buffoon that lacks any sense of subtlety. I knew he would approach this with the mentality of a frat member, which would cause you to scream for help, but you didn’t, which made me think that you were keeping quiet so to not draw attention to yourself; a clever plan, but also an incriminating one. You were saved by Claire’s timing, but it was always my goal to have Delholme report back to me. By the way, he told me you were in quite the predicament when Claire interrupted. Hands bound behind your back, essentially stripped naked, and having that idiot’s cock all but inside you. To think that an agent of your calibre let herself be caught off guard and put in that situation. I should have given Delholme the green light to take you, just to punish you for being sloppy. Think of the shame of someone of your stature being captured and fucked by a punk like that. Oh, the humiliation I spared you. Now, Mr. Melville is another story. He approached me about pursuing you, and I figured it might be a good way to neutralize you before you could get any information from my study. He has a voracious sexual appetite, and when I captured Claire, I did truly believe that he would still have you under control, fucking you raw. By the way, I have reviewed the security camera for Melville’s room, and you performed quite a striptease for him. Perhaps there will be an encore performance for me later? I have relieved Mr. Melville from duty, temporarily, pending punishment. If you are wondering about your jump drive with my stolen information, it has been destroyed. All this for nothing, agent Hansen, but my plan was a tremendous success. I have been hunting you for a while. I have been waiting for your agency to send you into action for two years now. I knew the maid would be the gateway that would allow you to finally enter my game."

He paced. “Oh yes, the maid, you asked about her. Let me show you,” Kellner offered. He tapped a button on the wall, and projector shone a large picture on a blank wall.