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A Cocooned Ladybug	By : sexdottxt Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 699 -:- 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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Things had changed with Marinette and her team lately. Or that is to say, Marinette specifically. Being a superhero was great and all, but real life got in the way of saving the world from evildoers. After graduating from high school, they all had expectations placed upon that went beyond the typical requirements of saving the world from akuma. Namely college and the real world. They couldn't be good superheroes with such responsibilities looming on the horizon.
That's not to say they disbanded as soon as they graduated. They had all stayed in touch as best they could. But eventually the real world caught up with them. Hawk Moth had been defeated and Gabriel however questionable his methods had been had gotten what he wanted in a way, but there was a new foe akuma-tizing people, the cruel and cunning Chrysalis. And together with real life's problems, she was far more a vicious opponent than anything they had deal with in the past. Pretty soon, it was only Marinette who was left.
She was on the top of a convention center under a full moon. The talk of the town was that a strange monster was going about making trouble and attacking people. Nobody had seen it, only that it operated at night and operated in the shadows. She knew it was an akuma.
So it was now that she now in her Ladybug identity. It was bad enough that she was forced scout on this creature alone. But she also had scant information to work with. At the same time, there was no other choice. It was up to her and her alone.
This location was where it was reported the akuma had been attacking people. But she had been watching for an hour and there was nothing. Nothing on the streets, nothing in the skies. No strange sounds. The only thing she heard was silence.
Then as Marinette watched things, she realized it was too silent. There wasn't even the sound of the cars or people in the background. She knew something was up.
Marinette stood up, ready to descent onto the city streets. But just as she turned around, she saw an older man standing right in front of her, a little heavyset around the waist, the beginning of a dad bod. Maybe in his late twenties, early thirties, short brown hair. She took up a fighting stance.
“Who are you?”
“Me? I'm John.”
He talked with a perfectly normal voice, there was nothing out of the ordinary about him. But she wasn't convinced. “What do you want, John?”
“I heard there was some kind of monster sighting out here up in these night skies and I came to check for myself.”
She loosened her guard a little bit. Maybe he might know something. “Really?”
“Yeah, I know where it is. Follow me, I'll take you there.”
“Alright...” She didn't know why her voice trailed off there, like she didn't trust him. He was just an ordinary person, he couldn't pose a threat to her. And if somehow he was the akuma, that only made things easier.
He went into the rooftop access door. Ignoring her suspicions, she followed him inside and down the stairs. She figured she'd be ready for whatever was coming her way.
But as she went in there, it seemed odd to her that there was nobody else there. She already knew that, she hadn't encountered anybody here, and just counted it as a matter of course. Still, it was usually available for renting out to large crowds and convocations when the occasion called for it. She couldn't begin to fathom why this random guy was here.
Marinette couldn't be choosy. She had no leads. And if he was up to something, then she figured she'd let him spring the trap.
But nothing was amiss. He didn't try anything. Relaxing herself, she followed him down the floors.
It was on one of the lower floors when he stopped. She didn't know which one it was, she had stopped counting awhile ago. He stopped by a door. “It's right in here. This thing has been a pain for a lot of people. I hope you can take care of it?”
She smiled. “I sure can! Nothing I can't take care of!”
She went right inside ready to take this thing on. But there was nothing but darkness. Then she heard the door shut behind her.
“John?”
“Marinette, there's nobody else here...” said Tikki.
She was about to say something when she heard her kwami squeal. Marinette did an about face and threw a punch at her adversary. But her fist only found air. She looked all around her, ready to fight this thing.
Then before she knew it, she felt her arms being yanked upwards and her wrists being bound up. Marinette started kicking all over the place but again felt nothing. She yelled and screamed in anger but nobody answered.
“I'm going to turn on the lights,” said a familiar male voice. It was that John guy. “Close your eyes.”
Hating her powerlessness, Marinette complied anyway. There was a flash. When she opened her eyes again, she was standing up in a strange room. It was nice enough, there was a set of burning logs in a fireplace, there was a soft rug on the floor, and everything was perfectly fine and fully furnished, it was like a room straight out of a mansion. But she didn't know where she was. Her arms were tied up to the ceiling. Sitting in front of her on a chair was John.
“Sorry things had to get rough superhero.”
“Who the hell are you, John? If that even is your name!”
“Just think of me as your biggest fan.” Marinette's stomach retched. She struggled against the restraints, she was still in her Miraculous Ladybug form and should have been able to break free of them easily. But no matter how hard she tried, they didn't budge. “Don't do that. You might hurt yourself.”
Including her strength. She didn't feel limp or weak, she felt even stronger than before. The force she was using to break free of her bonds was no less than it had ever been and she knew it. That took away the idea of him drugging her with something. But she was still just as restricted as before. “Where is Tikki?”
“Your little kwami was getting noisy so I had to put her in a cage.” He took out a small transparent glass box, showing Tikki buzzing against it in vain. She was saying something, but Marinette couldn't hear anything. “Don't worry, she's perfectly safe. And she can't hear anything. That's better for what's coming up next.” He took out a small dark blanket, something like a washcloth, and draped it over the surface, it was easily big enough to cover the whole thing. “And now you can rest assured that she won't see you all helpless.”
Marinette was horrified. Tikki could normally move through solid objects but now she was totally powerless. “Where am I? What do you want with me?”
“I think you know. As much I'm into public displays of affection and all that stuff, I knew the whole city would wake up if they heard our vows of love. So I figured we needed a little privacy.”
“Let me go! I don't love you!”
He just laughed like he was just talking with an old friend about a shared joke or something familiar. Something harmless. “Give me a chance won't you? I think you'll find I can be quite persuasive.” He took out a live video recording camera and turned it on. Then he set it on a tripod. “You and me, we're gonna be getting up to some freaky shenanigans. I figured I'd record it so I'll never forget our night of love.”
“You come near me and I'll kick you!”
He stood up like she hadn't said anything. He stretched his arms out. “Thanks for the warning baby girl. I'll just take the long way around.”
He walked around her so that he was behind her. She kicked back but only found air. In that position, it was a lot harder to resist him.
“I'll make my wants very clear. You do what I want, and then I'll let you go.
Especially when he cut to the chase. She hissed when she felt his hands moving along her sides and down her hips. Even with the protection of her Ladybug form, she could feel his hands very intimately as if she was wearing nothing at all. She realized it must have been because of how tense she was.
“Let me give you a massage. Loosen you up before the real fun.” That close, she kicked back again. But nothing. He kissed her on the cheek and already wound up, she flushed with anger and shame. “Don't struggle. I know how you really feel.”
“I don't want this!”
“That's the first time anyone has told me that. You might be a world saving superhero, but I don't think you're any different.”
As disgusted as she was by those words, the foul meaning behind them, she realized there was a hint of truth in what he was saying. He was only feeling her up, and yet her whole body was quivering with a flame under her suit. The more she wriggled against her restraints, the worse it got.
“Is it nice?” he said, his lips right by her ear. He blew a steady stream of breath on her earlobe and it sent a lewd sensation that went straight to her pussy.
Marinette wouldn't answer him. This situation was already bad enough, but the way she was feeling was even worse. She couldn't trust her voice to have as much anger as she wanted. With how this John was acting, it would just spur him on further.
But her silence did little to stop him. John was feeling up her waist again, enjoying how slim and tight her derriere was around her hips. Not too big and not too skinny, Marinette was just right. He grabbed her butt, at first tracing his fingers on her cheeks, then grabbed them hard. He was fondling her tush with both of his hands, clearly unconcerned with any danger. She looked back, trying her hardest to shoot daggers at him. He only had an unconcerned smile on his face.
She was trying to find the right words to say and then she figured she'd spit in his face. It might not be the best decision but in a predicament like this one, there really were no good choices to make. Yet she still had her dignity.
He must have taken that as a challenge. Very slowly, he extended a finger up to her clothed vagina. Marinette summoned all of her strength to keep herself still at that moment, her body was craving his touch there so badly. She dreaded her reaction if he so much as touched her there.
Then he ever so slightly moved his hand directly up to her crotch. Marinette couldn't hold in the involuntary shudder that wracked her body, couldn't contain how she threw her head back as if she was being fucked for real. She could feel his fingers moving up and touching her box, by now so turned on that the impression of her pussy lips was showing through her suit.
She knew the camera was still recording her. She could only begin to imagine how humiliating it was for her to be seen wriggling like this for her captor. All the while he was still teasing her, barely touching her.
That didn't change that her skin was getting so hot. She looked down and saw she was still wholly encased within her Ladybug costume. Not naked like she had felt. She was honestly surprised the wetness from her pussy wasn't seeping through to the other end of her suit.
How...how does he do this? There was no explanation for it, he was just a normal person. And yet his touches were able to please her as if he were some master ladykiller and not just some pervert off the streets.
Then it hit her. This was her first real sign of sexual contact with anyone. Marinette had never gone this far, not even with Adrien. The only other person she had ever hated enough to envision herself doing something like this was with Chloe, and even then only as a secret. But instead, this random guy had taken that from her.
Then he struck. His fingers moved deep in between the outline her pussy, and as much as her suit protected her labia as much as all her other parts from anything external, he knew exactly what he was doing. Already in a state of deep excitation, she couldn't hold in the loud moan that erupted from her throat. He was moving his fingers faster than before but not what anyone would consider fast, and now all she could want was for him to speed things up.
Marinette hissed hard when it happened, barely preventing herself from whimpering. But that didn't change that she had climaxed. Nervous shudders ran throughout her body.
I can’t believe someone like this, this scumbag really just made me...
She didn’t have long to think on it. He ran a finger down the middle of her back, it felt like a jolt ran right up her spine. She moved to kick back against him again, this time determined to give him what for. Yet he was holding her tight now and he was that close up against her that she only kicked around his torso. While she was trying to resist him, his hands moved up her sides at that same slow pace that spoke of his arrogance and made her feel so helpless. He gently moved his hands up and down, caressing her armpits, and then they were on her collarbone, right above her breasts.
She was squirming again. “Please! Please don't!”
“Please don't what?” John, if that was even his real name, his tone was so assured like he was speaking to a small child who couldn't tell left from right. “I'm just trying to settle you down after that little outburst you had.” He traced his fingers on her collarbone, and it awakened something dark inside of her, making her heart skip a bit. Her tits so close were going crazy, and her nipples were standing up on end.
Then his hands moved down. His paws were large enough that they were able to easily envelop her tits and he stroked them fast, nothing at all like the gentle tease he had done before, even when he was fingering her earlier. He didn't remain still either, he was dry humping her ass like he owned it.
His palms were moving up on her small chest so roughly that they were moving her nipples all over the place under her suit. With each stroke from him, it felt like her tiny tits were about to melt right off. And the feeling of his pecker rubbing up on her butt was stoking perverted feelings of being dominated she couldn't hope to hate anymore. Needless to say Marinette was losing it again and writhing in his grasp.
Then she let out a shrill whine that sounded almost painful. Her body arched forward like she was being bent, and it felt like her chest had exploded. She had heard of nipple orgasms, but this one was her first real one she ever had.
She was panting now. There was no more energy for her even just to move her body, all she could do was shake violently. Her vision was blurry, and the euphoria rocking her was so intense that it felt wrong to her even in her current state.
He cupped her face. Her eyes were locked on his. “Now, I have one final thing for you to do for me tonight.” She just nodded. “Look at the camera and smile like a good girl.”
Marinette did as she was told. She hoped it would be to his liking. Hoped he would be good to his word too.
Fortunately, it was enough. He moved to the camera and then shut it off. She was feeling so listless that she was still smiling, her body was twitching, and her mental faculties had been arrested. She didn't even notice him move behind her and undo the restraints.
She instantly collapsed onto her knees. It had felt like an eternity since she last had control over her own body. She tried to stand, but couldn't.
“Two weeks from now, I want to see you at this meeting place again.”
She looked up at him. “Wh-what...?” she barely got out, and even then it didn't even sound like that.
“We'll make this a regular thing. If you don't comply, I'll show this video to the whole wide world.”
Marinette regained some of her strength on the spot. She managed to stand up, a little more wobbily than she had liked, but she was up. She put up her dukes. “You do that and I'll...!”
“Or maybe I can show it to little Tikki right now? Show that kwami what kind of girl you really are.” His smile hadn't changed one bit, but after he said that, it looked so malicious and smug.
He had gotten the drop on her before. This time, things would be different. She threw a punch at him.
Only for her to almost collapse right back on the ground. She wasn't back in tiptop shape just yet and would have fallen right on her face if he hadn't been there to catch her. She looked back up at him, her eyes were equally angry and humiliated.
He didn't care. “Be a good girl. Or maybe I'll have to spank you. Will you like it? Only one way to find out.”
She backed away from him, still shaking. That suggestion made her body tingle and she hated it. He took the box where Tikki was imprisoned and opened it up.
“Marinette! I'm so glad to see you're safe! Are you okay?”
She ignored Tikki. “Just show me the way out.”
“Of course,” he said. John opened the door and took a bow. Marinette was no stranger to guys opening the door for her, and she knew more than a few of them were doing it just to score with her and that only amused her. This one, she could only see him as a bastard.
She moved fast with a renewed vigor that was all too welcome now. She moved fast, looking down the hallway for a set of doors outside and found it, and made her way for the exit. Once outside, Marinette moved away from the building fast. Under the night sky, she realized only a little bit of time had passed. But it had felt like an eternity. And no matter how much she wished otherwise, she felt like a totally different person. As if she was unworthy of being Ladybug.
“Why did you let him go, Marinette? That guy is a scumbag!”
“Tikki tell me...what happened? How did I get in there?”
“I don't know, he moved too fast for me to see. Then he took out that box and encased me inside of it.”
Marinette was still entertaining thoughts on getting him back. But that vague statement, him moving too fast, the current sensations rocking her body, she didn't trust herself to win anymore. “Alright, alright...thanks Tikki.”
“Marinette, come on! We have to get revenge on that sicko!”
“No. I'm sorry Tikki, but...I don't think I can do that. Let's just go home, okay?”
Tikki looked up at Marinette for a long while without saying anything. Then she finally said, “Alright.”
Still thinking of her duty, Marinette looked all over for the akuma. But she found nothing. Indeed, as soon as she was back out on the streets, she heard people, everything seemed normal again. After that incident, right then she just wanted to put everything past her and turn in for the night.
But as she was lying in bed, she realized she wouldn't be getting shuteye anytime soon. She couldn't just put what happened to her to the wayside just like that. Thinking on it so strongly, she remembered the strange sensations he caused inside of her. She wished she felt defiled remembering it and indeed she did, and yet with that feeling of violation came a weird sense of perverted pleasure far deeper than when his hands were on her.
She hated that she was getting so wet. She tried turning in. But as time went on, she kept tossing and turning and that feeling just wouldn't go away. It slowly began to dawn on her what she had to do.
She wasn't in her Ladybug persona anymore. Resigning herself to the reality of what she was feeling, she dipped her hand into her pussy. Her fingers penetrated her wet folds so easily.
Those erotic sensations intensified inside of her. Marinette was hellbent on getting it over with as soon as possible. But as she played with herself, she realized that he wasn't touching her anymore. This feeling was hers now.
Marinette let out a small whimper. Embracing her desires, she grabbed one of her small tits and played with the nipple. She relaxed as feelings of pleasantness washed over her. She knew the source of it, but wouldn't let that get in her way. This was her moment.
She gasped when she came. Her pussy spasmed in a feeling of release and she never felt so contented before. She couldn't think about his ultimatum, of future encounters. All she could do is revel in this ecstasy and privacy.
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