Adult-FanFiction.org : Cartoons

Liberatrix	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 4648 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous or its characters. I earned no money by writing this story.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Chapter 2 of 3
Cat Noir, having plunged into the Seine after his failed Cataclysm attack on Liberatrix's scepter, surfaced a moment later, sputtering and watching helplessly as Liberatrix hovered above him.
"Performance issues, Cat Noir?" the villain taunted. "If you’d just let me liberate you, you wouldn't need to worry about that ever again."
"Not a chance, lust-buzzard!' Cat Noir retorted. Then he dived beneath the water to escape the golden beams that Liberatrix fired at him.
As Cat Noir swam, the beams stopped lighting up the water around him. Which meant that Liberatrix had turned her attention to Ladybug. But Cat Noir wasn’t about to let his partner face the villain alone -- especially since Ladybug, like himself, wasn’t at her best, power-wise.
Practically the moment Cat Noir surfaced, there was a splash in the water next to him; Ladybug had thrown him her yo-yo like a lifeline. He grabbed hold and let her yank him back up to the rooftop, where he landed on his feet a few meters away from her.
"Looks like you caught yourself a catfish, milady," he said. he ducked as Liberatrix, hovering not far away, fired another beam at him.
"No time for jokes, Cat Noir," Ladybug replied. "My Lucky Charm might not have worked, but it still started my countdown." She pointed at her earring, which was missing one of its spots.
Cat Noir glanced at his ring and saw that one of his five paw prints had vanished. "Uh-oh, mine too."
"We'll have to get out of here and try again once we've recharged. See you in a bit, Cat."
Ladybug used her yo-yo to grapple a chimney on a nearby rooftop and went zipping away. Liberatrix tried to chase her, but Ladybug managed to disappear among the buildings. By the time Liberatrix came back to search for Cat Noir, he had vanished, as well.
"It seems we’ve had a stroke of luck, Liberatrix," Hawk Moth said to the villain. "Ladybug and Cat Noir are unable to use their signature powers. We must exploit this opportunity before they find a way to recover."
"Of course," Liberatrix replied. "It’s sad to see young people who are so repressed. Those two clearly need to be liberated."
"As do their Miraculous," Hawk Moth said. "So, to lure the heroes into the open, I will give you the opportunity to take revenge on the one who wronged you. Ladybug and Cat Noir will no doubt attempt to stop you, regardless of their disadvantages. That will be your chance to defeat them and take their jewels."
"Yes, Hawk Moth," the supervillain replied. "Tell me who is responsible for sending the police to shut down my museum, and I will destroy them."
Being the most prominent fashion designer in a city where fashion was king, Gabriel Agreste was acquainted with all the major players in Parisian high society. It hadn't been difficult for him to figure out who had both the means and the motive to effect the closure of the erotica museum.
"Roger Raincomprix was the officer in charge," Hawk Moth replied, "so the order to shut down the museum no doubt came from the man who holds his leash: Mayor Bourgeois. But holding his leash, I see the hand of Mrs. Madeline Beauchamp. She is wealthy and influential, and her late husband, Charles, was a vocal crusader against what he considered indecency in Paris. Mrs. Beauchamp idolizes him, and since his death, she has become even more zealous than he was. She is also a major contributor to the mayor's campaign fund, which gives her leverage. I have no doubt that she is responsible for your museum's closure."
The name Madeline Beauchamp rang a bell for Anne. The wealthy dowager had sent vehement emails to Anne and her handful of employees and docents, threatening to have them all prosecuted on charges of obscenity if they dared to open the museum. On top of that, Mrs. Beauchamp had used her considerable influence to secure a primetime interview on TVi, where she had railed against the museum and its supporters and urged parents around the city to take action in defense of their children.
"Then I will find her," Liberatrix said, "and make an example of her. No one who would put the shackles of sexual oppression on the citizens of Paris deserves to exist!”
***
Back in the locker room, the action was escalating beyond soft-core antics. Mylène and Ivan were kissing passionately, and then Mylène, who had already ditched her green sweater, got up on one of the benches and held up her arms. Ivan got the hint and pulled Mylène's blue shirt up and off. Mylène took off her plain white bra, and Ivan grinned goofily at the sight of his sweetly chubby girlfriend's ample breasts – right before he started kissing, groping, and sucking them, making Mylène moan.
Things were also getting hot and heavy between Nino and Alya. Nino had been shirtless when the girls arrived; now, his bare front was pressed against Alya's back as he simultaneously nibbled on her ear and undid the buttons of her plaid shirt. Alya pushed her jeans-clad ass against the hard place in the front of Nino's pants, then reached back and caressed his bulge with her hand.
Tall, quiet Juleka was bending down to kiss Rose, who had both arms wrapped around her lover's neck. But Rose was also pulling up the back of her pink dress' skirt so that Nathaniel could run his hands over her ass in its frilly white panties.
Alix, for her part, had grabbed hold of Jean DuParc. Somehow, she sensed that beneath the smallish boy's mild demeanor was something far more exciting and savage. And if that was so, then Alix wanted some of it. So she was kissing him hard and squeezing his ass through his pants with both hands. At the very least, the boy didn't seem to mind.
Babette and Max, who had coupled up right after the missing-time episode a week earlier, were in a corner of the locker room. The shy girl and nerdy boy seemed neither shy nor nerdy at the moment, seeing as how their enthusiastic makeout session was interrupted only when they pulled off their tops so that each could run their hands over the other’s naked back.
Sabrina and Kim were taking turns making out with Chloé, switching places every ten or fifteen seconds so that one could remove clothing – their own, or Chloé’s – while the other tongue-kissed the hot blonde heiress.
***
Out in the courtyard, Caline Bustier had grabbed Armand D'Argencourt’s face with both hands and was kissing him ardently. At the same time, she felt Fred Haprèle behind her, fondling her ass through her cerulean-blue pants. The fondling felt nice, but Caline knew it would feel far better without so much clothing in the way; so as she continued kissing Armand, she let go of his face so that she could undo her pants’ button and zipper.
Fred pulled Caline’s pants down to her ankles, then turned her around to kiss her while he continued groping her ass—now clad only in a pair of lacy white panties. Armand pulled Caline’s jacket and collared shirt off her from behind, then stripped off his fencing gear while Fred pulled Caline’s undershirt up and off, revealing a lacy white bra that made a set with the panties. Now feeling overdressed, Fred stripped off his own clothes in front of Caline while Armand undid her bra and revealed her lovely breasts with their small, pale-pink nipples.
Fred had been planning to apply his mouth to those lovely nipples, but as soon as he pulled down his trousers and boxers to let his hard cock spring forth, Caline gave a cry of delight, dropped to her knees in front of him, and seized his ample member in both hands before running her tongue all over the head and then up and down its length. Fred moaned.
***
Ordinarily, Marinette would have have found a secluded spot to de-transform, feed Tikki a cookie, and change back into Ladybug so she could re-engage with the villain as soon as possible. But Marinette and Tikki needed to talk about what had just happened – or rather, not happened – with Ladybug’s powers. So rather than ducking into an alley or crouching behind a chimney on a rooftop, Marinette went back home, which wasn't far away.
Now, Marinette was in her bedroom, feeding raspberry macarons to Tikki while the news played on Marinette’s computer screen. Anchorwoman Nadja Chamack looked a bit stunned as she reported on the chaos around the city; many of the images captured by TVi News’ cameras had been blurred to disguise the public nudity and sexual activity that were becoming increasingly rampant.
“Tikki,” Marinette said, “do you have any idea why my Lucky Charm isn’t working?”
“No, Marinette,” Tikki replied. “But it’s very unusual. It’s been a long time since anything like that happened to a holder of the Ladybug Miraculous.”
“How did it happen the last time?”
Shaking her head, the little kwami said, “To be honest, I don’t remember. It was more than a thousand years ago. I’m sorry.”
“It’s all right, Tikki. But we have to do something; even if I can find another way to beat Liberatrix, I won't be able to undo the damage she's done without my Miraculous Ladybug."
Marinette turned her attention to the television, where the words “Breaking News” had just appeared in red at the top of the screen. The video showed Liberatrix firing energy beams down from the sky. But these beams were red, not gold, and instead of shooting them at people, Liberatrix was firing them at a two-story brick townhouse in one of the ritziest parts of the city. The beams caused an explosion wherever they struck, sending bits of brick and mortar flying.
"Madeline Beauchamp!” Liberatrix shouted, her voice magically amplified. “Your campaign of sexual oppression ends now!"
“Well,” Marinette said, “full powers or not, we have to stop Liberatrix before she does something nobody can undo. Tikki, spots on!"
***
Adrien was watching the same newscast from his bedroom. He had already grilled Plagg about why his Cataclysm might have failed, but the little black kwami was as unhelpful as usual.
"Uh-oh,” Adrien said as he watched Liberatrix blow a hole in the brick wall of the brownstone. “Looks like she's out for blood. Plagg, we have to get back out there."
Between bites of Camembert, the cat-eared kwami replied, “But what about our little...problem?”
“We’ll just have to do the best we can. Plagg, claws out!”
***
By the time Cat Noir arrived on a rooftop across the street from the house that was under siege, Ladybug was already there, having used the GPS map in her yo-yo to find it. The yo-yo had other useful information, too.
“Looks like the owner's name is Madeline Beauchamp,” Ladybug said to her feline partner as she looked at the little screen.
“She's a wealthy socialite,” Cat Noir replied. “She was on the news the other night. And,” he added, “I think she was calling for people to boycott that new erotica museum.”
“That's got to be why Liberatrix is after her,” Ladybug said.
“Well, whatever that horny harpy wants, I don’t think it’s just to give Mrs. Beauchamp a stern talking-to. We’d better do something.”
“Right, and I’ve already got a plan. But I’ll need you to distract Liberatrix while I get Mrs. Beauchamp out of there.”
“Why am I always the one doing the distracting?” Cat Noir asked.
Ladybug smiled at him a bit wickedly. “Kitty, if there’s one thing you know how to do, it’s draw attention to yourself.”
Striking a sexy pose, Cat Noir replied, “I can’t help it if everyone thinks I’m the cat’s meow.”
Ladybug rolled her eyes, then grappled a streetlight with her yo-yo and leaped off the roof, zipping down to street level on a trajectory that would keep her out of Liberatrix's sight. Cat Noir, on the other hand, went for the direct approach: He put the butt of his staff against the wall of the building on which he was sitting and used it to launch himself at Liberatrix. He retracted the staff as he flew at her at a downward angle, aiming to grab the scepter out of her hand. If he couldn't destroy the akumatized object, taking it away from her would be the next best thing.
But although Cat Noir did manage to put his hand on the weapon, he wasn’t able to get a grip on it before Liberatrix yanked it away. Cat Noir had his staff in his other hand and extended it against the wall of Mrs. Beauchamp’s townhouse to catch himself before he slammed into the building.
"I don't have time to pet you right now, Kitty Kat," Liberatrix said, aiming her scepter at him. "You'd better go lie down in your basket until I’m finished here."
She fired a red beam at him, and he leaped away just in time to avoid being blown up along with the piece of wall he'd been standing on.
"For your information," Cat Noir replied wryly, "I sleep wherever there’s a nice patch of sunlight. But you seem to have gone pretty dark. I thought you were the ‘Make Love, Not War’ type.”
"It's important to be flexible," Liberatrix replied sexily. Then, her voice hardening, she added, "And there are some people who don't deserve liberation. Now get out of my way before I decide you're one of them!"
She raised her scepter, and Cat Noir leaped away – realizing only too late that Liberatrix hadn't been aiming at him but at the section of wall directly below the ledge he was grabbing for. The explosion hurled him away, and he landed in a daze on the roof of a parked car across the street.
Meanwhile, Ladybug had found Mrs. Beauchamp, who was hiding out in her townhome's small but well stocked wine cellar.
"We have to get you out of here," Ladybug said to the cowering woman. "Liberatrix will tear your house apart until she finds you."
"How can we escape from a murderous lunatic who can fly?" the woman demanded.
"By doing the opposite of flying," Ladybug replied. "Follow me!"
Ladybug hurried up the stairs to the first floor. Next to the top of the stairs was an old-fashioned-looking study with a pair of leather easy chairs and a massive wooden desk.
Just as Madeline Beauchamp caught up to Ladybug in the hall, the wall of the study exploded. Ladybug tackled the woman to the ground, narrowly preventing them both from being struck by pieces of flying brick. When the dust cleared, Liberatrix was hovering right outside the new hole in the wall.
“Madeline Beauchamp,” she said, “you are an enemy of sexual freedom, and therefore of the people of this city. It is time you met your end!”
She fired her red beam just as Ladybug dragged Mrs. Beauchamp out of the way. The beam grazed the old wooden desk before making the wall explode into plaster dust behind where Mrs. Beauchamp had just been.
Likewise, the portion of the desk that had been hit burst into splinters. From inside the desk – somewhere behind the bottom drawer – a pile of magazines spilled out. They looked old, and it didn’t take more than a glance for Ladybug to see that they were of an adult nature: One looked like a nudist magazine, with photos of naked families on the beach, while another magazine’s cover featured a scantily clad cabaret dancer.
Ladybug turned to grab Mrs. Beauchamp’s hand and saw the look of shock on her face as she saw the disorderly pile of magazines.
“Come on,” Ladybug said, “we have to run!”
Liberatrix raised her scepter to fire at Mrs. Beauchamp again – only to be blindsided by Cat Noir, whose flying tackle knocked her out of view. Ladybug took the opportunity to flee with Mrs. Beauchamp to the townhouse’s back door, the woman snatching up her purse on the way out.
"I don't understand," the woman said as they fled down the street. "That was Charles' desk. He would never have brought such filthy materials into our home!"
Having battled villains all over the city, Ladybug knew its streets well – including what was beneath them. She led Mrs. Beauchamp down the block to the nearest Metro station.
“I have to go back to help Cat Noir,” Ladybug said. “Take the train as far away from here as you can.”
"I haven't taken the Metro in years!" Mrs. Beauchamp protested.
"Which is why Liberatrix won't think to look for you there," Ladybug replied. "Now you'd better get going."
Mrs. Beauchamp sighed and began to descend the stairs. Then Ladybug grappled a church spire and flew away.
***
Cat Noir found himself completely on the defensive, but that was okay. After tackling Liberatrix to the ground and landing on top of her, he had tried to wrestle the scepter from her hands. She had responded by spreading her legs and seizing Cat Noir's hips between her powerful thighs before slamming her elbow into the side of his head in a short-range hook punch. With Cat Noir momentarily dazed, Liberatrix threw him off, got to her feet, and took to the air again.
"Oh, Cat Noir," she said, shooting a golden beam at him that he only barely managed to dodge, "if you'd just allow me to liberate you, I'd let you stay on top of me for as long as you like."
Cat Noir didn’t have a comeback for that one. He was too busy hoping that the erection that had suddenly asserted itself in his black costume trousers wasn’t too visible.
It figured that Ladybug would reappear at exactly that moment. Fortunately, as she so often did, she seemed to give Cat Noir the benefit of the doubt.
“Cat Noir’s got higher standards than that, Liberatrix!” Ladybug called as she landed on a nearby rooftop.
“I do indeed, m’lady,” Cat Noir replied with a bow. “Welcome back to the fight.”
***
Back at the school, the situation was growing more and more intense. Before zapping Celine Bustier and her students, Liberatrix had done the same to many of Dupont’s other students and faculty. Now, the kids from Ms. Mendeleiv’s homeroom, who had been in Mr. Monlataing’s art class when Liberatrix appeared, had stripped down to their skivvies and were chasing one another around with tubes of paint and gluey handfuls of papier-mâché. Super-cute Asian girl Mireille Caquet, who was undressed to just her petite yellow panties, lay on the tiled floor squealing and laughing as three boys finger-painted in three different colors all over her body – especially her cute little breasts and nice tight butt. The only clean people in the room were Mr. Monlataing and Marc Anciel, who were making out passionately on the floor behind Mr. Monlataing’s desk.
But this scene was nothing compared to what was happening with Ms. Bustier’s class down in the boys’ locker room. Alix and the small, normally soft-spoken Jean DuParc were now rolling around on the floor as each one tried to tear the clothes off the other. Nino had Alya pressed against a locker; her legs were wrapped around his waist as they furiously tongue-kissed and dry-humped each other. Max was eagerly feeling up the now-topless Babette as they, too, kissed ardently. Rose and Nathaniel had stripped Juleka naked; Nathaniel kissed and fondled the tall, shy girl’s breasts from the front while Rose reached around Juleka from behind to toy with her clit.
Mylène, now wearing only her panties, was kneeling on a towel in front of Ivan, holding the boy’s sizeable erection by its base. She ran the tip of her tongue up and down its length, then took the first few inches into her mouth and started to suck.
In the courtyard, Caline was still on her knees, but now she had turned the other way and was sucking Armand’s cock, bobbing her head and making the slim, mustachioed fencing teacher gasp repeatedly. Fred, for his part, was on his knees behind Caline; he was ardently fondling her pale breasts and gently pinching and twisting her pink nipples, making her moan around her mouthful of cock.
After a few minutes of increasingly vigorous fellatio, Caline released Armand’s member from her mouth and gasped, “More. I need more.” Then, with a feral smile, she added, “I need you both to fuck me.”
“Happy to oblige,” Fred replied, pressing his cock against the small of Caline’s back.
“Indeed!” Armand chimed in.
***
Out on the streets, a cloud of dust rose from a pile of rubble from which Ladybug and Cat Noir were slowly extracting themselves. Liberatrix had used her red beam to collapse the stone facade of a building on top of them and then flown away in search of Mrs. Beauchamp.
As she got to her feet and dusted herself off, Ladybug sighed, “I don’t think we can beat Liberatrix without our signature powers.”
“So what do we do?” Cat Noir asked, shaking one leg and then the other to get the thick layer white dust off of his pants.
“The only thing I can think of is that our kwamis might need an extra recharge. So we should let them rest for an hour, feed them extra, whatever it takes to get them into top form.”
“In an hour, Liberatrix will have turned half the city into a naked madhouse.”
“I know,” Ladybug said, “but I don’t know what else we can do.”
“Well, it’s worth a try. See you in an hour, m’lady.”
***
"Look, Plagg” Adrien said several minutes later as he opened a box that Cat Noir had picked up on his way home. “I got you Camembert, reblochon, and limburger. So eat up."
Plagg’s eyes went big at the sight of all that cheese. Then he looked up at Adrien.
"Adrien, you know I love all this washed-rind goodness, but I'm not sure I can eat it all."
"Just do your best. I need you at maximum strength."
***
“How are you feeling, Tikki?” Marinette asked as she held up another mocha-flavored macaron for the little red kwami, who had already eaten three of them.
“I’m not sure I can eat more, Marinette,” Tikki replied, eying the macaron dubiously. “Maybe you should find Adrien and have your way with him.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Marinette asked, blinking.
“I said, maybe we should find another way to deal with this.”
Marinette frowned. “I don’t think that’s what you said, Tikki.”
"I just meant that you should go fuck that boy."
Marinette went bug-eyed and pointed at Tikki. “Okay, I definitely wasn't just hearing things that time!”
“Hearing what?” Tikki asked. “All I said was that maybe you should-”
“I know what you said!” Marinette cried. “You told me to go…have my way with Adrien! You’ve been saying things like that since yesterday!”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Tikki said, her brow knitting in concern. “Marinette, maybe you should lie down for a while.”
She smiled and added, “Then you can imagine Adrien getting on top of you, and spreading your-”
“Stop it!” Marinette cried. “Are you trying to drive me crazy!? What’s wrong with you, Tikki?”
“Marinette?” she heard her mother call from downstairs. “Is everything all right?”
“Um, yes!” Marinette called back. “Just, uh, watching a really exciting movie!”
Turning her voice down to a hissing whisper, Marinette said to Tikki, “Why do you keep saying those, those sexual things to me?”
“I wasn’t-” Tikki started. Then she put her tiny, fingerless hands to her mouth. “Oh, no.”
“What is it, Tikki?”
After a moment of thought, Tikki said, “I…I need to go out, for a while.”
“Out? You never go anywhere without me. What if someone needs Ladybug’s help while you’re gone? Liberatrix is still turning the city into one big orgy!”
“I’ll be back soon, I promise.”
***
Adrien had fed Plagg as much cheese as the little kwami could eat, and now Plagg was in the closet, sleeping off his food-coma. Adrien could only hope that the food plus the nap would be enough to get Plagg back to full strength and thus get Cat Noir’s Cataclysm working again. Now, Adrien just needed a way to pass the time until Plagg woke up.
He was thinking about calling Nino to see if he could play a game with him on line when Adrien was struck by the impulse to get out his tablet and open a hidden, password-protected folder he kept on it. Then he opened the first of the series of image files it contained. It was a photo of Ladybug he had copied from a news site, showing her beautiful face and body in profile as she leaped off the edge of a rooftop and threw her yo-yo to snag something in the distance.
“She’s perfect,” Adrien murmured.
He shifted to another news photo of Ladybug, standing by the statue of herself and Cat Noir that had been erected in the local park. She was smiling for the camera.
Oh, Ladybug, Adrien thought, you’re so gorgeous. That sweet face…those bluebell eyes…—his gaze moved downward—...your amazing body…
“You must be dying to get inside her.”
Adrien jerked his head around to see Plagg floating behind him.
“What- What did you just say?”
“I said, you must be dying to get out of here.”
Adrien frowned. “That’s not what you said.”
“Sure it was. I know you’ve got a thing about being cooped up.”
Shifting his tablet over slightly to where Plagg couldn’t see, Adrien tapped his finger on the screen to start up an app. Then he pulled up the picture of Ladybug again.
“Besides,” Plagg continued, “you’re probably hoping that if you go out there, you’ll run into Ladybug on a rooftop somewhere.”
“I am not!” Adrien lied.
“Oh, please. It’s obvious you want her naked in your bed.”
“What?”
“I said, it’s obvious that she’s invaded your head. Why can’t you think about something more useful, like getting me some more-”
“It’s obvious you want her naked in your bed,” said the recording of Plagg's voice that Adrien played back on his tablet.
“Ah-ha!” Adrien cried. “All right, Plagg, fess up! Why are you saying all these weird things and then pretending you didn’t?”
Plagg stared at the tablet in apparent disbelief. “Uh-oh.”
“What?”
“I, ah, I need to go.”
“Go? Go where?”
“I’ll be back in a while,” Plagg said. Then, before Adrien could say another word, the little kwami zipped out the window.
- 1
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Liberatrix