Entertainment for Delholme's old fraternity

“Get dressed,” he ordered, “And meet me outside the cloak room.” As he left, he picked up her purse and took it with him. Still in a daze from her fucking, Amanda complied and tried to make herself as presentable as possible. She searched for anything to wipe his cum of her face and chest. Thankfully she found a box of tissues. Sopping it up, she was able to clean herself up quite a bit.

Amanda saw a mirror in the cloakroom and gazed at herself. She had reassembled herself quite well, but her former mission was far from her mind. She wanted orgasms and dick; lots of both. She couldn’t believe she had been defeated and claimed by Delhome, but couldn’t stop thinking about how he had just ravaged her. Making sure all of her clothes were returned to their proper place, she started to leave the cloakroom, but then remembered her purse, and the fact that Rudy had taken it.

‘Shit,’ She realized, ‘What if he looks inside?’ She worried over what her new master would do to her if he discovered the contents. Nervously, she exited the cloakroom and met him.

“Well, baby,” He said smugly, “I can say you look amazing in that dress, although I definitely prefer you out of it.” She blushed, still so unsure of what was happening to her. He motioned for her to come closer, and she complied. He grabbed her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. His lips pressed on her, and she felt the warmth return between her legs. ‘God,’ She thought, ‘I respond so easily to him now.’ As her released the kiss, he looked at her deviously, and pointed to the doorway.

“We’re leaving this party,” he stated, “you’re coming home with me.” A sudden shiver ran through her body as she realized she was going to be taken from the last location anyone knew she was at. She was going to disappear without a trace!

Delholme grabbed her arm and dragged her out the front door. He signalled to the doorman, who gave a whistle. Shortly, and black limo pulled up in front, and Delholme brought her to the door. Opening it, he ordered, “Get in!” Amanda complied, sliding into the limo, and out of her former life. Delholme followed her into the limo and shut the door. He motioned for the driver to proceed. Obviously the driver knew where Delholme lived.

Amanda felt trapped in the car, nestled into a corner of the back seat. She was coming out of her orgasmic haze, and slowly regaining her composure. She started to think of plans to escape. Delholme glanced at her, his face full of pride. He undid his tie, yanking it from around his neck. He approached Amanda and grabbed her wrists, binding them. She struggled slightly as he tied her wrists together with his necktie. She let out a “No,” and then whimpered a bit at her situation. Well, escaping was going to be much more difficult. Then Delholme remembered something…her purse. Producing it, he said, “Don’t worry, I grabbed your purse, not that you’ll ever need it again.” He teased her with it, and then decided to open it.

‘Shit,’ Amanda thought to herself. Right now, Delholme had been content to think he had broken the will of another hot woman of the art scene, not a spy. What would he do if he knew he had an undercover agent in his in his grasp? She held her breath as he opened it up.

In the darker lighting of the limo, he rummaged through purse, and saw her makeup accessories, but then she saw a visible change on his face. “What the fuck is this?” He exclaimed. Amanda knew that he had discovered her ‘other’ accessories.

“Tear gas…smoke screen…USB drive…” He looked up at her, “These aren’t the purse contents of an average party-goer.” Amanda sat there, helpless and bound. She remained silent, but knew that Delholme wasn’t THAT dumb not to be able to put it together. “Wait a minute,” He exclaimed, “Mr. Kellner is always having to sidestep government agencies that are interested in his art dealings, and his…other dealings. I think you were working undercover, weren’t you?” Amanda glared as him with daggers from her eyes, but said nothing. “Looks like I hit a nerve?” He said.

Amanda tried to squirm her wrists loose, while Delholme moved to sit next to her. His hand reached along her dress, caressing her leg. He snickered, “I think I have caught myself a spy, haven’t I? Also, I think I have fucked a spy…haven’t I?” Amanda tried to move away from him, and looked away with a whimper. Delholme looked at her and said, “Only way to be sure though is to fuck you again.”

Amanda gasped as Delholme advanced on her. Already knowing how her dress worked, he was easily able to get past the first line of defence, sliding the top of her dress down, and opening up the dress slit to reveal her lower body. She tried in vain to fight back, but Delholme was strong. In and instant, he had yanked her panties down her legs and off, and was unclipping her bra, and pulling down to bunch at her wrists. He wasn’t stripping her, just getting her body naked enough for what he wanted. She sat in the corner of the back seat, dishevelled with her dress open at her legs and pulled down to her waist. Delholme unzipped his pants, released his hard dick, and mounted her.

Amanda did her best to push him away, but he was immovable. He pushed her bound wrists above her head as he positioned his lower body for entry. “I like it when my girls struggle,” he remarked, “Makes me feel powerful when I take them.” Amanda was in conflict; she wanted to try and escape, but the thought of what Delholme said had made her pussy very wet.

“Please, Rudy,” She begged, “Please just let me go. I promise I…” She was cut short as Delholme entered her, filling her up as he had just a short time ago. “Fuck!” She let out, as she realized she was being banged with her dress still on. Delholme continuously plunged his dick into Amanda’s pussy until he came inside her. Amanda wasn’t even given the satisfaction of an orgasm. Delhome exited her, leaving her used, her dress in disorder.

The limo pulled into the driveway of a large mansion of modern architecture. Amanda realized Delholme wasn’t lying when he bragged about being rich. The gates closed and locked behind the car as they turned and stopped in front of the house. Delholme grabbed her panties from the floor of the limo and opened the door. He motioned for his security team, and then called to Amanda, “Get out.” She started to adjust her clothes, but Delholme insisted, “Forget about that, just get out of the car.” Amanda Shimmied to the door and stepped out of the limo. She stood there with the top half of her body exposed to the cool night air. Delholme’s guards had guns drawn on her as she followed him into the house. She could see that they appreciated her bouncing breasts as she made her way up the outside steps.

Still bound at the wrists (with her bra hanging there) Amanda entered the house. A large African guard followed her and Delholme inside, gun still drawn. Once inside, Delholme pushed her against the hallway wall, facing him. He brandished a knife and cut off her bra. “This is how it’s going to be, bitch,” Delholme ordered as he began cutting away her dress, “You are mine, and will do as I say.” As he sawed away at the material, Amanda eyes started to tear up, and she tried her best to stifle her whimpers. As the waist of the dress tore apart, Amanda watched helplessly as the dress fell to the ground around her ankles, exposing her naked body. Still having the gun trained on her, the guard took the opportunity to get an eyeful of Amanda’s curves and assets.

“Julius here will show you to your room,” Delholme continued, “The entire house is fitted with high level security. The guards have been ordered to shoot you at the first sign of deception. You trapped here, and will follow orders. Your first order is to entertain my business associates, my former fraternity brothers, tomorrow night. Having a babe like you in my corner will keep them interested in my business deals. Better get some rest tonight, as you will need it tomorrow.”

With that, Delholme motioned to Julius, and walked away down the hallway. Julius looked at Amanda and pushed her forward up the stairs. As she climbed the stairs, he kept a good safe distance behind her, which also allowed him a perfect view of her ass.

As they reached the top of the stairs, Julius motioned to Amanda and pointed to a room ahead of her on the right side of the hallway. He moved a head of her, and opened the door. “Get in,” he said curtly. Amanda moved forward into the room, her head hanging down in despair. As she passed Julius, he smacked her bare ass hard, getting a bit of a feel, and watching the jiggle. “Mmm,” He said in approval, “That’s a fine ass, Amanda.” She scurried further into the room to get out of arms reach, and then moved behind an armchair before turning to face him. She was not comfortable with the way he ogled her.