The interrogation begins

Delholme looked at the nude, bound, passed out body of Antonia Morelli. He smiled to himself as he looked at the cum leaking out of her, all over the desk pad that was underneath her. At least he had saved the mahogany finish with that silly green pad. It was worth something after all. "Here you thought you could try to get away with fooling me?" he snickered at the snoozing Antonia. "You're the maid who interrupted my fun in the closet. I hope you're pregnant. But if not, there will be plenty more chances to make you that way as a punishment for trying to deceive me. I may turn you into my own little breeding sow. I've never had a woman quite like you. You intrigue me."

He picked her limp body up off the desk, and carried it over to the bed. He untied her, then retied her to the bed, spread eagle. He stuffed a pillow under her ass to keep the rest of his load from running out. With twenty illegitimate children and counting on a global scale, one more wasn't going to matter.

He went back over to his desk, and gave the green desk pad a toss into the trash can. Then he sat down to open his humidor. He clipped a nice aromatic Cuban cigar, and lit it, savoring it as he puffed. He was about half way done with it when Antonia began to stir. He snuffed it, got up, and walked over to the bed, and sat down next to her. "Wakey wakey, bitch!" he said. He slapped her face.

Antonia opened her eyes, and looked up at him. She tried to move, but found that she's been tied down. She looked at him now, complete surprise and horror in her eyes. "What are you doing? Let me up!" she demanded.

"Oh dear," he said, "you are in a position to demand nothing. I, on the other hand, am in a position to grant you anything, for the right answers. Now tell me, Antonia, why are you here?"

She tugged and struggled, but she was too well tied. "I already told you why I was here."

"No, you didn't," he responded starkly. "What you told me was a lie. Why were you dressed as a maid. Why did you interrupt me in the closet? was it to save Amanda? Tell me the truth, or I will have to harm that beautiful body of yours. I would so hate to do that."

"You're going to do whatever you want to me no matter what I say."

"True," he admitted. "I probably already gave you a baby. But I intend to make sure. You see I have a reputation for being very virile, and very potent."

It was then Antonia took notice to the pillow stuffed under her ass. Her eyes again looked at Delholme in horror. "Please don't do this to me!" she begged.

"Then start telling me the truth," he glared at her. "Or I'll go for round two, and make sure I put a baby inside you."

Antonia knew everything Delholme said was true. She read his file, and he did have at least twenty known children from different women. "Then do what you have to do," she retorted. "I have nothing more to say to you." She had resigned herself to the fate that awaited her.

(Disclaimer: No green desk pads were soaked with oozing cum during the writing of this chapter. Nor were any Cuban cigars smoked. However, Antonia did fart a couple of times while she was ****. Poor pillow!

"Tattle Tale!" Antonia responded. "Tell the author next time to feed me something that doesn't cause gas."

Any similarities to events either real or fictional is purely coincidental. Stay tuned for next chapter when we might hear Antonia say, "I shouldn't have eaten Taco Bell." Until next time, happy reading!)