Chapter 5: Fifty Shades of Ladybug

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.”