Chapter 4: An Older Man Pops Her Cherry

After that night, Marinette looked harder for that John guy. She would search all over Paris, day and night, from the most pristine institutions that were sparkling clean and as far from a hotbed of villainy as you’d imagine, to the seedy alleyways and streets. The former didn’t give her too much trouble. But when the creeps came out at night, she cracked her knuckles and dealt with them no problem. She loved putting the hurt on them.

Still never found that John guy. She tried finding her old friends now in college, but couldn’t get in contact with a single one of them. And as time passed with nothing to show for her search, she realized there was no getting around the inevitable. She returned to that building, resigned to whatever else he had planned for her.

She went to the building and rapped her fist on the door hard. The frame of the door hit the rest of the building so loud it sounded like thunder. But the host of the manor opened up with no concern whatsoever on his face.

“Banging on the door like that? I can only hope that it’s because you wanted to see me.” He flashed her one of those smiles, something that was pleasant enough if done by anyone else in any other circumstances, but knowing who this was, the meaning behind it, she wanted to slug him in the face.

“Let’s just get it over with!” Marinette said as angrily as possible. She already felt a shameful heat hitting her body, and didn’t want this guy to get any idea of the residual effects of arousal messing her up.

“Oh alright, if you insist,” he said, moving back and letting her in. She remembered the threat, the blackmail, that device. Clenching her fists at going through with this, she walked in anyway without trying to fight him. Then he closed the door behind her.

Like before, she was led back to that same room. The door closed with a click. She folded her arms. “What’s in store for me today?”

He studied her. Either she was trying to play it cool or getting used to it faster than he expected.

“Oh you’ll see,” he finally said. That stupid smile still hadn’t left his face. He set the camera on the ceiling above her, it was pointed right at that mirror she was looking at. Then he got behind her. He set his chin on her shoulder, his lips were at her ear. “You’re gonna love this one.” He chuckled. “We’ve had ourselves a lot of fun our last three meetings but I bet you’re still a virgin aren’t you?”

She looked back at him, her face twisted with fury and her cheeks tinged red at the suggestion. “What?”

But he didn’t say anything, he was just feeling up her twat, enclosed within her suit. Her first encounter with John already proved she was defenseless before his touches and now it was so much worse. That furious face she wore instantly melted as she moaned uncontrollably. John slowly dragged his lips on her neck as he did so, quickening the way he was moving his finger into her cleft, so easily accessible with that tight suit.

Her wetness was seeping through her costume. Marinette was painfully aware of her damp pussy, it was an a mix between an itch and a tickle that just wouldn’t go away. The more he used his fingers on her, the worse it got. However, she did not feel him grabbing at the fabric of her suit. So tight already, the increasing moisture was slowly wearing down cloth of it. And soon his touches became outright aggressive.

She felt the lump in his pants on her ass, he was humping her while continuing to play with her pussy. As much as Marinette still resisted him in her mind, she contented herself that as long as things stayed like this, it was okay. Compared to having to suck him off for real, this was nothing. Dealing with her body’s lustful reaction was just something she would have to put up with. That resolution and her body in heat made her feel giddy, accepting the depraved situation she was in.

She did not feel the crotch of her suit begin to tear. Moaning as she was, focused on letting her molest her, she did not hear the unmistakable sound of clothing being torn. But she did feel his fingers touch her naked vagina.

Marinette let out a helpless squeal and only stopped crying out further by gritting her teeth shut. That didn’t matter, not when she felt both of her arms pulled back by him grabbing her wrists. His head no longer on her shoulder, she looked back and flashed him a nasty look.

Then he was inside her. Marinette’s fury was stopped cold by the feeling of a penis inside of her for real. His prick wholly filled up her vagina and she could only sit there as she was coming to terms with having a flesh and blood cock inside of her for the first time. Nor was it a feeling of painful shock either, his dick was big and hot, and it only stirred the feelings inside of her that much more.

She barely registered the feeling of her hymen being torn apart. Then he began moving. Slowly at first, Marinnette let out a long and shameful moan, sounding so much like a dumb little whore, his penis going back and forth within her wet insides was driving her crazy. It only took him moving the slightest bit faster for her torso to fall straight forward. The only thing keeping her from falling down was him holding fast to her wrists.

Marinette was looking right at her face in the reflection. She felt shame seeing her mouth out, her tongue hanging limply as she moaned with every thrust from him. Standing over her, she saw John’s reflection too, and his smile had deepened, there was no illusion of good cheer, he was as fully menacing as he wanted to be. But she couldn’t do anything about it, his grip told her he had no intention of letting her ago. And being lanced by a penis, she could only stand there and take it.