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A Cocooned Ladybug	By : sexdottxt Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 1773 -:- 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.

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In the time between their next meeting, Marinette was on the move. Knowing she had been filmed into actual sex with that creep, she looked all over the internet to see if it had been uploaded. She didn't find anything, not even on the deep web. Never thought she'd have to go that far, but things had gone this far. Thanks to the cautions she took and her special abilities as the holder of a Miraculous, she was able to go undetected.
That didn't stop her search. She looked all over the mean streets of Paris, places that most of the finer citizenry didn't even know existed. Threw hands with tough guys that liked the look of her, sized her up like she was a piece of meat. Their narrow eyes leered at her and their tongues hung out like they were animals. She wasn't worried, she had gone up against tougher dudes and came out on top no problem.
The only thing that bothered her was how much their depraved faces turned her on.
But she still didn't find any evidence of that tape. Didn't find that John guy either. Her nights were just as long as when she first got back after he took her, leaving her no choice but to satisfy herself with her hand, finally giving her peace.
Marinette would not admit to herself that it felt good. As the days went on, the appointed date got closer. And she knew he would want more from her. That idea alone sent a strange thrill up her spine. It felt good not to be worried, but she knew something was changing in her.
When the fated night came, she went to the convention center. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. As expected, John opened up. He had a wide smile on his face. It was sinister as hell and she knew it.
“Hey there baby girl. Did you miss me?”
Marinette blushed like she was a little girl with a crush and her twat was already getting damp. But she wouldn't let it show. It was just a nervous side effect of her body, knew it was the wretchedness of the situation. She was thankful it was so dark outside and that he couldn't see it.
“Just get on with it already,” she said, marching in there.
“You did miss me? That makes me so happy. But we're going to be doing something a little different this time.”
That worried her. Marinette had made some peace with what happened last time. She had denied that annoying little voice in the back of her head that told her she enjoyed it. But after going through something like that, she didn't want to imagine what else this guy had in store for her.
“Y-yeah?” She swallowed a lump in her throat. “Like what?”
“Come along. Or do you want me to share all our labors of love with the rest of the world?”
“No!” she shouted.
John's smile thinned out a little bit. He narrowed his eyes, staring right at Marinette. His face was smug and dripping with malice. “Good. Come along now.” He went inside and she followed.
Back to that same room. Despite all the depraved acts that he had put through in here, it was a nice enough room, fireplace and nice rug, the kind of place you'd expect in a fine old mansion. Or a thing you'd see from a supervillain's lair. None of that had been enough to keep her from dreading each time she met with this scumbag. But now it seemed strangely relaxing.
There must be something wrong with me. I can't be feeling this way!
Her back was facing him. Grinning to himself, John grabbed her rump. She instantly turned around and backed away from him, holding herself close. She looked so angry, but he knew there was more to that glare than just irritation.
“You don't want me grabbing your ass?”
“No!” she said, but she didn't sound angry, she sounded cute, like she was pouting. She heard that tone of voice too, and she hated it. The tight ladybug costume made it feel like he was directly groping her butt like he was touching her direct skin.
“Well then, maybe I should go ahead and cancel this date. And show everyone else what we've been up to...”
“No! No, I mean...please, don't do it.”
“Good.” He stood there and didn't say anything, just looking at her, and then she realized what he wanted. She turned around and he began fondling her ass again.
He wasn't even touching her pussy. But a naughty wetness was forming. Without him even touching her twat, it was like he was tickling her, and that alone was so much more torment than if he had been molesting her directly. She was thankful at least that she wasn't looking at the mirror. If she was being filmed now, she was worried her face would betray how much her body wanted it.
Then he said, “Being bound up is the theme of this scenario. How about you pull out your yo-yo for me?”
Marinette did just that. Looking down at her weapon, she was suddenly hit with the urge to fight him tooth and nail. But that idea was quashed as soon as she remembered the first time she tried to physically fight this guy. He dodged every one of her hits and overpowered her. Even was able to trap Tikki, and she thought that was impossible.
Not turning back she said, “Just who are you anyway?”
“Oh just your biggest fan. Now give me the yo-yo.” He was still fondling her rump. She had a mind to summon a Lucky Charm, it would be her one saving grace. But in the time it would take to summon that, it would leave her vulnerable. Gritting her teeth, she held her hand behind her and he took it from her. Her one weapon and now he had it. “Good girl.” She heard him pull out the string. He was using it like a natural.
“My biggest fan huh?”
“You betcha! It's been a dream of mine to use the yo-yo of the one and only Miraculous Ladybug!” He giggled uncontrollably, and this time she did turn back to look at him.
John looked unhinged. Sneering at her, he was using her yo-yo like it was a toy. Like it was just any other yo-yo. He even rubbed it all over his face. Then he smelled it.
Fuming, Marinette said, “Would you get it over with already!”
He stopped and looked her straight in the eye. The depraved expression on his face had turned to a neutral one, his face almost looked like a mask. It would have looked almost scary if not for everything he had already put her through.
He shrugged nonchalantly and that dead stare on his face, he almost looked bored now. “Alright.”
Taking the yo-yo, he began wrapping it around Marinette's shoulders. She grimaced, but he was undeterred, calmly walking around her and binding her in the string. Her greatest weapon, now being used against her. Before long, it was trapping her arms, holding them to her torso. She looked at him more than a little annoyed, but he still had that same unbothered look on his face. Like he was just tending to a chore.
Marinette was flushed under her costume with anger and a perverted desire to be ravished. John didn't say a word, the only sound was him unwinding the string of the yo-yo and the fireplace kindling with burning wood. Once he had her wrists bound up, he stopped. Then he stepped back and smiled. “You look more beautiful than ever.”
Marinette looked away from him. It was a simple act of defiance, but it was also her only one. At his mercy, he pushed her down onto the floor. Her back lying on the rug, she was right by the roaring fireplace.
She couldn't get up. She watched him undo his pants and drop them, his boner sticking right up. The heat of the nearby fire and the perversity of the situation ignited a burning feeling inside her body, already stirring with so many wicked needs. She couldn't look away from it, remembering how he used that thing on her so many times in the past.
He got down on his knees before her. He grabbed her crotch, the wetness was seeping through the fabric of her costume and she moaned loudly. Chuckling to himself, he probed the folds of her vagina, evident to his eyes from how it was pushing against her suit, hearing her moans and watching her body quiver. Going further, his big thumb easily sank into the folds of her clothed twat, her costume did nothing to protect her from his lecherous touches.
“You're such a bad girl Ladybug. And here we are going to be making love by the fire!”
Before Marinette could say something, anything to avoid that fate, he clutched her loins stronger than ever, and she let out a loud wail. He grabbed onto the fabric so hard that even with how tight it was, it bunched up into his hand. Then he roughly tore it off.
Marinette's naked soaking vagina was exposed to him once again. The feeling of the air and the heat from the nearby flames on her sweet flesh, for an instant she wanted to beg him to use her with no hesitation. But her restraint kept her in check at the last minute.
A sudden thought hit her at the absurdity of that. She resisted against the string binding up her body. Her captor fought the urge to laugh at her. It was obvious to anyone watching that she wasn't struggling nearly as hard as she could have been. From above, she didn't look like a girl being blackmailed, she looked like a part in a porn film. Your little teen fantasy.
Exactly as planned. That close, he could see the barely disguised want in her eyes, it wouldn't go away no matter how much she tried. He wouldn't wait any longer.
The moment he stabbed her cunt with his penis, Marinette moaned deeply. Whatever discomfort there was in her voice was drowned out by the undeniable sound of pleasure resounding in it. That was what an outside observer would have registered. But her captor knew it better than anyone because of just how tight and needy she was on his penis.
He was pounding her deep. Looking down at her, she was still writhing against the yo-yo string. But it was the shaking of a woman in ecstasy. Smiling to himself, he kept on fucking her deep and hard.
Marinette hated it. Here he was fucking her again like she was just a sex toy. Using her, blackmailing her, even worse than the last time. She had no choice but to sit there, bound up in her own weapon used against her.
But it felt so much better than before. His cock totally filled up her twat every time he drove to the end of her tunnel, and his width pushed her walls to a level she didn't know possible. What was worse was that each time he pulled back, she was instantly craving him to go back inside her all the way, and it felt so good each time he did it. She was desperately trying to rationalize to herself why she felt that way.
Then she climaxed. Her voice exploded in a frail whimper before it degenerated into small helpless breaths. He slowed down the rate he was pumping her pussy to observe her better.
“You weren't nearly this sensitive last time,” said John. “Did you fantasize about me in those two weeks?”
She would not answer him. But he didn't care. He continued moving at that slow pace. Marinette was struggling against the string even harder, throwing her head around, not wanting to look at him. But he could read her perfectly. Felt her pussy writhing on his thick cock lodged inside of her, even after her orgasm settled down, her vagina was still going crazy. That pathetic look of resistance on her face made this domination ever so sweeter.
He suddenly slammed his cock all the way into her cunt as far as it would go. Marinette climaxed again, and it was just as much of a breaking one as before. She managed to keep her voice in better, gritting her teeth, but even then her breath hissing in spite of it revealed so much. He made sure to keep moving inside of her at that slow pace, relishing in the feeling of her climax on his naked cock.
She was shaking now within that twine, unable to properly resist him. “Do you want me to fuck you that bad?” She didn't answer, just squealed helplessly through her teeth. “Then maybe I should stop? But of course that means I'll also have to share this video with...”
Marinette instantly shouted, “No! Don't do that!” Then without being asked, she cried out, “Please! Please fuck me! Please fuck me!”
Pretty soon that's all she was saying. There was so many meanings to it, the breaking of a hero really was the best kind of domination. No more restraint. Happy to grant that wish, he picked up the pace, drilling her pussy at full speed.
Marinette's desperate pleading was fast changed. The only thing she could do was scream as loudly as possible. With her mind broken, her body was shaking in that bound up position in a pathetic attempt to give it back to him. There was no way her resolve, her will was to be doubted anymore, and altogether they were both giving hell to each other.
It got to be a bit much even for someone like him. Pushing all the way to the end of her tunnel, he blew his load deep inside of her. Marinette screamed so loud that his ears stung from how shrill her voice had become. He continued pumping inside of her, the sounds of his cock plowing that pussy clamping down on him dick in a state of ecstasy made it sound like his prick was eating her insides.
Finally spent, he pulled out of her, a nasty string between their genitals. Her arms were still tightly bound up, but her legs were spread wide akimbo, his semen pouring out of her gaping vagina, like such a good little whore. Getting up, he unwound the string from her body.
The moment she was free, she still couldn't move. Marinette's body was twitching all over, lost in that euphoria, her face turned to the side and totally destroyed, she made weak deep breaths with every second. He had won and she had lost.
“Get up hero. Or do you want me to show this to everyone else?”
That snapped her up fast. Marinette stood up, a little weakly, but she did it. Then she looked at him.
He laughed, she looked so stupid. “Come on, you know the drill. Come back here in two weeks time.”
Looking down sheepishly, she lightly nodded. Then she left. She was in such a daze that she only repaired her Ladybug suit at the last minute when she felt the cool night air hit her bare puss.
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