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A Cocooned Ladybug	By : sexdottxt Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous Ladybug or any of the characters therein. This story is a work of fiction.

Chapter List
- 1-Strange Touches and Shivers
- 2-Playing the Organ
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In the interim from that time, Marinette continued operating, fighting Chrysalis and her akuma. She didn't run into that John guy on the streets or at night, not as Marinette or as Ladybug. She was hoping she'd find him minding his own business, completely oblivious to her, and then she'd drop kick him and get her revenge. Make him destroy the tape too.
But she did not. Two weeks later, Marinette did as he had instructed. After that incident with her captor, she searched the internet at least once a day for the incriminating video. But it never surfaced. However much she hated him, he was good to his word.
It was dark again and she was standing at the convention center doors. She was in her Ladybug persona and was at the door of that building. Tikki was not present.
There was light inside. Resigning herself to her fate, Marinette knocked on the door. It wasn't long before it opened right up. It was that same John guy.
That same smile too. “Welcome back Ladybug. I'm glad you decided to show up.”
She folded her arms and glared at him. “Let's just get this over with.”
He was unbothered by her attitude. “I'm glad you're eager to get started! Come on in!”
She couldn't believe she was going to do this. But she couldn't let that tape get out. She would be devastated if it did.
Still, she was a far cry from the pathetic mess she was last time. And she was eager to redeem herself after that display. She didn't look away from that smiling face, it was so condescending and she wanted to give him something to really smile about. Balling her hand into a fist she threw a real good right hook at him.
Only for John to leisurely sidestep it like it was nothing. He even yanked onto her wrist and pulling her forward, grabbed hold of the small of her back and threw her inside with such force that she almost fell front straight onto the floor, it was only her previous experience that kept her upright. Then he shut the door behind him.
“Glad to see you're just as fiery as last time.” His brow darkened. “That will make it so much more satisfying to have you again.”
Marinette was looking at him, still putting up her dukes. He was unconcerned. Her fighting spirit wasn't gone yet. But if he could contain her that easily, she began to wonder what might happen if he fought back for real. She relaxed her guard.
She still wasn't done yet. “In your dreams, buddy.”
He just chuckled. He held up his hand, he was holding a small electronic device of some kind. “I've got my finger on the button. Try anything like that again and I'll have that video uploaded online pronto. Or,” he said, cupping her chin, “you can be a good little girl. You can do that, can't you?”
She snapped away from his grip but otherwise did nothing. He shrugged his shoulders and moved down the hallway. With no other choice left, she followed him.
When she was at that doorway again, she groaned. The inside was as luxurious as ever, but she could never forget her memories of that night. He went inside and again bowed in a mocking impression of a gentleman. She went inside and he shut the door.
She saw the camera sitting on the tripod again. “Let's just get this over with, okay?” she said.
“Don't be so eager. We're going to spice things up a bit from last time.”
That had been a nagging concern in the back of her mind. Marinette hoped it wouldn't come to this. As much as she hated last time, she could endure it. But the idea that things would be different left her totally defenseless. Now he would take another thing from her.
Given what kind of person he was, she would not ask him what it was. She just looked at him. He smiled right back at her. Fortunately she was not being tied up again.
But she would find out very soon what it was he wanted. John began working on getting his pants undone and her attention was stolen by his bulge. She remembered that thing moving on her backside while he humped her. She hoped it wouldn't come to this.
Then he dropped them. His big dick sprung out at exactly the same moment as his pants fell to his ankles. She had felt and seen his bulge before but it was nothing compared to seeing it for real. For an instant, she wondered how it would be to feel that thing inside of her for real.
“Wh-what are you going to...” She was lost for words, she was just staring at it. She hated how her anxiety kept her from speaking.
Fortunately it wouldn't be what feared. But he still had something in store for her all the same. “Nothing too bad. I want you to get down on your knees and play with it.”
“I'm not putting that thing in my...”
“I don't want you sucking it off. I want you to play with it. I'm a gentleman, remember?” He laughed sweetly, but the menacing feeling behind it was all too apparent for her. “Also, I want you down on your knees while you do it so you're looking right at it. It's very important for such a young girl to have a close up experience on watching the penis when she plays with it.”
Marinette had yet to do anything with a real penis. And now her next task was to do exactly that. As much as she hated it, she could have handled another session of being felt up. But she knew exactly what John meant by when he said he wanted her to play with it.
She looked back at the camera and then at him again. “Fine.”
That smile was still on his face and it just widened up as if she had said she loved him. “Thanks Ladybug. You've really made me happy. Can I ask for something else too?”
She was shooting daggers at him. Whatever sense of resignation she had felt was beginning to diminish. Her last time here was not enough to batter her fighting spirit. And despite the few times he had gotten an edge over her, she was willing to take her chances.
Then he spoke. “Can I cover your face while you do it?”
“What?”
“I want to cover your face while you play with it.”
“I know that! But why?”
“You're asking a question about this? I thought I'd be doing you a favor.”
Marinette looked back at the camera again. It was humiliating enough having her identity be recorded, but at least this way she could maintain some idea of anonymity. Still, she didn't know what he was up to, and it all seemed too good to be true. But she realized she had an advantage this time.
She regained a bit of her spunk and putting her hands on her hips, smiled at him. “Alright.”
“Don't forget,” John said, holding out the device. “Try anything and I'll make that video go straight up on the internet for all the world to see.”
That remark ticked her off. But she wouldn't let it show. “Fine.”
She got down on her knees in front of him. This close up, the hot masculine smell of his pecker filled up her nostrils. A chunk of her initial bravado, that fighting spirit went right up in flames on the spot. Whatever ideas she had that this one would be far more innocent by comparison to last time were crushed as the reality of the situation dawned on her.
His hand suddenly covering up her face didn't do any favors either. Now her vision was totally obscured in darkness. It might have protected her identity. But she knew very well that even with his weak spot right in front of her, she was being made just as weak as last time. He might decide to turn the tables on her at any minute.
Not intent on him getting any of those ideas, let alone throwing out another one of his stupid quips, she grabbed his dick as hard as she could. Even with her hands within her costume, she could feel how thick and hard his member was, his size alone didn't do justice to what an impressive cock he had. He hissed from the get go at feeling her hand on his prick.
Marinette wasn't exactly keen on knowing he was liking her touch already. She figured it probably had something to do with the soft tight feeling of her suit on her hands, it probably felt really good on his bare skin. Taking a deep breath, she began actively jerking him off.
She was glad he was covering up her eyes. Closing her eyes, she pretended that it was Adrien she was jerking off. It wasn't true and she knew that, but it was a comforting thought in her current situation.
She felt his hand clutch on her head just a little harder. That shattered the illusion of pretending he was Adrien. Intent on getting him off as fast as possible, she sped up her handjob. His whole body jerked up and she felt him getting stiffer within her grasp. It wasn't exactly an articulate or good handjob and she knew that. But the point was just to do what she came here for and be done with it.
As she was stroking him, he began jerking his hips forward. Marinette grit her teeth when she felt his wang full on hitting her face. She turned her face away before it hit her lips, but the lesser indignity of his penis rubbing all over her cheek wasn't an improvement at all. It was just another defilement she had to put up with.
But she was still stroking him, had no choice otherwise. The hand covering up her vision now seemed like an insult, she couldn't just ignore the big dick poking all over her face. The only thing she could focus on was his dick. The size of it, it's smell, it's heat was radiating on her face.
And then the memories of the last time she was here hit her like a brick. She had flashbacks of his hands traveling all over her body, of the weird shivers he was able to induce in her, of how good it had made her feel in spite of the situation that she was forced into. She remembered how she touched herself later that night. The smell of his penis that close to her nose, it's thickness, dark fantasizes burst forth in her mind on how it might feel to have that thing digging deep into her twat. But she focused on just finishing the task in front of her.
Marinette was acutely aware now of a familiar feeling she hated. Her nipples hard under her suit and her pussy getting wet. With his thick masculine scent, a hot foggy sensation was forming in her mind and she felt her lips getting swollen up. She willed herself to ignore these feelings, to get it finished with as soon as possible.
Her wish would come true. John suddenly cried out and she felt his dick almost blow up in her hand. In a split second she knew what just happened and then that thought burn like wildfire when she felt his semen splash onto her face, over and over again. All the while his cock was almost throbbing in her hand well out of her control.
He was still holding onto her face, his palms obstructing her vision. Marinette was glad for that fact on one level, after all, nobody knew it was really her. But on the other hand, that camera watching her, now she knew she must have looked like just some dumb whore for this guy's amusement. This situation was still a humiliating one.
She was frantically wiping his cum off her face and throwing it down onto the floor. Even then, he was still busting his nut, staining her beautiful face with his goo. Apparently it was so bad for him that he stepped back a bit, moving his hand away from her face. Ashamed, Marinette quickly turned her face away from the camera and made to clean off the rest of the cum as fast as possible.
By the time she was finished cleaning herself off, John had gotten his pants back up. He stretched out and sighed happily. “Thanks a lot hero. That was such a good one...”
Marinette stood up. She wouldn't openly ask for his permission to go, she didn't want him getting any ideas. Nor would she take a chance with the leverage he held over her. Instead she said, “I'm leaving now!”
She was just at the door when she heard him say, “I'll see you again in another two weeks.”
Those words made her freeze up for a moment. She thought to say something, to do something other than let him treat her that way. But then she was out.
That night, she washed herself off as fast as possible. The residue of his cum had faded off her skin long after but she needed to feel clean again. That incident had been a step up from last time. She didn't want to imagine what else he had in store for her.
But when she turned into bed again, the same troublesome heat returned to her. She tried resisting it again. Yet much to her dismay, that only made it worse. Her twat was tingling and her skin was on fire.
She made the decision faster this time. Accepting it as just a thing she had to put up with now and nothing nearly as bad as what she had just been through, she went back to touching herself again. She just wanted to get it over with as soon as possible.
Much to her disappointment however, her fingers were not enough to stimulate her wet vagina. She remembered the thickness of his cock on her hand and dug inside of her cunt deeper. She was so hot and wet and she wanted more.
It was the wetness on her hands that was getting her off. She took out her fingers and looked at them under the moonlight. Her juices were so thick that she could see the slimy texture of it. Closing her eyes, she brought her digits to her nose and smelled her dew.
She remembered the scent of his penis, of his cum. Her body was searing with need now. Hating herself for what she did next, she rubbed her nectar all over her skin, needing to relive that sensation. While she was doing that she was still fingering her twat. The memories were rising to the surface again and before she knew it, she was crying out in ecstasy.
She hissed when she came, her hips suddenly arching forward. This orgasm was more intense than the last, it was enough to make her spray her fluids. She lay there in a crumpled mess, sweating and ashamed and satisfied. Then as she closed her eyes, sweet slumber found her at last.
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