Chapter 2

She expressed a strong reluctance in dancing so he suggested they watched the band from the side near the front. Where he actually steered her to, was a doorway alcove in the side of the ballroom to the side of the stage, largely obscured by the speakers and other equipment, and particularly badly lit. She felt strangely secure just standing there next to this man she hardly knew, watching the band who were actually quite good. Roger offered to get her another drink, addressing her face and taking a sneak peek down her front, but she declined, thinking she must keep her wits about her. At one point, she heard a noise and stepped out from the alcove, in case it was her father, but she couldn't spot him. As she stepped backwards to where she was, she accidentally backed up against a warm, solid figure: Roger. He was delighted that she had backed into him, even if it was inadvertently. By the time she realised and tried to move forward again, he had slid his large hands around her waist, holding her gently but firmly in place. She moved her hands onto his wrists to prise them off her, but he was too strong. She quizzically turning her face sideways and looked up at him, but he just smiled down at her reassuringly and held her firmly against his front. He could feel her bottom nicely nestled against his crotch and he felt a stirring in his loins. He could feel her heartbeat quicken as she struggled slightly to get free, but then stood still as she finally accepted his hold as protective, nothing more, and let his arms be. She still held his wrists, ready to prise them open and escape from his hold at the first opportunity. Roger could sense this, so he held her firmly to him, leaning her back towards him slightly so that her naked shoulders leant back onto his chest. Because he was that much taller than her, he had a wonderful view over her shoulder down her front to the visible tops of her breasts, held tightly by the scooped dress front and he could also see more of the edge of the lace bra (or whatever it was) cupping and lifting the beautiful shapes up towards him. Her exposed bosom and cleavage rose and fell with her slight alarm at being trapped in a stranger's arms. After a while she calmed down a bit, listening to the loud band. He shifted his grip slightly on her waist and hips, and began to move against her bottom, shifting her slightly back and forth in time to the slow beat, causing her skirt to slip across her bottom. She thought he was just reacting to the music, but actually he was rubbing her pert bottom against his growing bulge. He grew harder and twisted her hips as he started grinding against her. She suddenly realised what he was doing and squeaked at him as she tried anew to prise his hands off her hips and step forward away from him. When this failed, she reached her hands awkwardly behind her to push back at him. As she did this, she wriggled and squirmed her bottom against his groin, further swelling his growing hardness. He enjoyed watching her squirm in his gentle but firm hold, but he felt she would soon break free. He glanced around to see if they were being observed, but thanks to the very low lighting for this song and the clutter of equipment around, they could not easily be seen. Then a smoke machine belched out copious amounts of thick fake smoke from either side of the stage, billowing into the alcove, completely enshrouding them. Roger made his move. Because her arms were slightly behind her as she continued to push back against him, he easily grabbed her wrists firmly and pulled them behind her back. He turned her around, pushing her gently but insistently against the back wall of the alcove and she squealed into the corner. He held her arms so that the elbows touched with one hand, while his other grabbed a black leather strap that he had stashed on a speaker earlier. She struggled weakly against him, his groin pressing her into her bottom keeping her captive against the wall as he bent her elbows inwards across her back so that her lower arms were horizontal, overlapped them in the middle and wrapped the strap around the horizontal portion of her arms, close to the elbows. Her squeals of alarm were muffled in the corner of the alcove and drowned out by the loud music as he tightened the strap, holding her arms secure. Then he produced another strap and wrapped it around her arms just above her elbows, keeping everything tight and secure. She was so surprised at what he was doing that she actually forgot to scream, and just tugged at the bindings holding her arms. He patted her bottom then turned her around to face him. She looked up into his face in surprise and anguish as his eyes devoured her. The angle of her bound arms pinned behind her had curved her back and thrust her chest up and out. Her beautiful breasts were offered up to him as if begging for attention. They strained at the strapless dress and lace cups underneath, heaving up and down with her quickened breathing. "Let me go please" she meekly pleaded with him. But he just smiled down at her and she watched in horror as he produced a ball gag and inserted into her gasping mouth. He lifted her hair and strapped the gag firmly around her head, letting her hair fall back down to cover the back. She was scared now; silenced by the ball gag with her arms tightly bound behind her, exposing her neck, throat and tops of her breasts. She now wished she had worn something less revealing. As the smoke began to clear, he opened the door in the alcove and steered her out with his hands on her hips. She didn't want to go, but had no choice as he pushed her. He held her bound shoulders and walked her along a dimly lit corridor, then up some stairs at the back of the mansion. Once upstairs, he guided her along several plush empty corridors until they came to a large door. He opened it and gently pushed her inside the blackness before turning and locking the door behind them. He stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders in the dark, listening to her stricken breathing and feeling her heave in anticipation. He slid his hands down her naked arms, then moved to her sides and slid down to her waist. She held still as he moved his large hands down to her hips, grinding her bottom back against his hardness. She gave a little mew as his hardness rubbed into the cleft of her bottom in the dark. Then his hands pressed down the front of her dress over her thighs, pulling her upright against him. One arm went up around her front, just under her breasts, holding her tight while the other pressed her skirt inwards between her legs. She weakly tried to wriggle free from his firm hold as his hand delved between her legs from the front, pushing her skirt against her flimsy underwear. He insinuated his fingers against her, feeling her soft warmth even through the material of the dress skirt. His other arms hefted up under her breasts, feeling their weight. She squirmed in his hold, mewling into the gag, unable to see anything. Then he leant back and switched the lights on. They were in a huge, plush bedroom. There was much soft furnishings and furniture arrayed around, but the room was dominated by a large four poster bed. She started to think that she really was in trouble now, but still had faith that her father would look for her and rescue her, so she decided to not fight Roger and risk his anger. He leant her back against his front, admiring the wonderful view down to the tops of her heaving breasts. Her lovely innocent eyes looked back at him as he placed both his hands on her waist, then moved them up to cup underneath her full firm breasts. They felt wonderful and she gasped into the gag as he moulded his hands over the large yielding shapes. He squeezed and fondled her young breasts through the dress and underwear, feeling her heave and squirm in his grasp. His powerful loins circulated into her back, his rigid tool rubbed up and down the cleft of her bottom, sliding the dress material across her skin. She closed her eyes in anguish as he mauled her wonderful breasts, squeezing the roundness up and out and teasing the tips beneath. His lips came down softly on her shoulder and kissed sideways to her neck and the side of her face. Then he released her, nudging her bottom with a thrust of his groin, and she suddenly took a step forward to hold her balance. She turned to face him, meeting his greedy eyes, and making her edge backwards away from him. He devoured her with his eyes, seeing her resplendent in her party outfit with her ball gag, her arms tied behind her, thrusting her breasts up and out. "You are quite the most delectable creature I have ever seen," he said, advancing on her. She edged back until her progress was stopped by the back of the large sofa which pressed into the small of her back. He was up to her in a stride, hands on her waist, and his neck bending to kiss her bare shoulders, then as he bent, working lower. He bobbed down in front of her as his lips kissed across her collarbone and throat. His kisses worked down to the rising shapes of her breasts, gently kissing the incredibly soft skin, swelling tight as it emerged from the confines of the dress. His hands slid down the sides of her dress, over her hips, down her legs to the hem at her knees. She pressed herself against the sofa, trying to back off from him, but only succeeding in pinning her arms closer to her back hence thrusting her breasts into his lips as his hands touched her stocking clad legs and smoothed down the lovely shapes.