Midnight's Misstep II (Patreon)

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You hazily feel yourself regain consciousness. You didn't know how long you'd been out, but your surroundings weren't familiar. As you became more lucid, you recognized them as Miss Midnight's office. The couch upon which you were lying overlooked her desk, at which Midnight herself was sitting. 

Somehow sensing that you were awake, she spun around in her swivel chair and grinned at you.

"Looks like you're finally awake. You were put out quite soundly. I guess that confirms my little theory..." She says with a haughty laugh.

It's at this point you realize that your wrists and ankles are bound with silken rope, the kind used in bondage that doesn't cause rope burns. Of course Miss Midnight would have that sort of thing.

It's also at this point you realize your trousers are completely gone, your flaccid package sticking up in the air. Panicked, you find the strength to cover yourself with your bound wrists, an action that only causes even more amusement to Miss Midnight. 

"There's little point to that, dear. I've already seen everything I need to." She smiled. "Honestly, it's strange how you have such... unimpressive genitalia, and yet you still have the balls to go around smelling innocent girls' undergarments! And engaging in such deviancy as foot worship to boot!" Her expression shifted to a stern one. "Such conduct is unbecoming of someone who strives to be a hero, wouldn't you say?" She asks rhetorically. "I hope you understand you'll be punished for this."

"What... sort of punishment?" You strain yourself to ask. This makes her grin return. 

"You will have a choice of punishment." She puts flatly through her grin. Producing her phone, she holds it over your face. To your horror, it was displaying an unflattering image of your flaccid package.

"Your two choices are this:" She began. "Either obey all my demands without question or delay on an indefinite basis, or every girl in your class sees these photos." 

You blink. The second was definitely NOT an option, but the first had you concerned and you couldn't answer without clarification. 

"What demands?" 

Her smile not fading, Miss Midnight stood from her chair and pulled down the zipper of her leotard. Now unrestrained, it fell to the floor, unveiling the tight, curvy body of the infamously sexy hero. The paparazzi would have a field day if they managed to snap pics of this.

Your faithful little cock began twitching to life at the sight of the woman's beautiful body. You didn't have time to ogle for long, however, because Midnight stepped up on the couch and began straddling your face, squatting over you, her beautiful innie cunt hovering just above your face. 

"Eat it." She demanded. "Unless you want to stand no chance of ever getting laid again." She seemed to almost be enjoying the cruelty. 

With no power to refuse, your tongue began to probe Midnight's feminine folds, probing deeper and deeper. She let out a moan of approval. 

"Good boy." She tussled your hair. "Keep going until I finish."

No other choice. You licked and licked away, taking care to focus on the clit. Midnight's moans grew more rapid and shallow over what felt like hours, before culminating in one loud scream before she relaxed. 

"Mmm, no one eats pussy like a boy under blackmail..." She sighed. "I think I'll keep you as my little toy from now on..."