Capítulo 358: Velma's Halloween Visit (Scooby Doo)
A/N: Velma's Halloween Visit was a commissioned one shot originally written back in November of 2021. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!
Themes: Roleplay, Breeding, Fucked Silly
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She's laying on her bed, browsing social media, when the text comes in. Blinking, Velma Dinkley quickly navigates over to her messages and finds a new text from an Unknown Number. Opening it, she jolts at the contents.
Coming for you tonight, Dinkley. Better be ready.
Furrowing her brow and biting her lower lip, Velma immediately responds.
Who is this?
The answer comes a moment later and sends a shiver down her spine.
Doesn't matter, does it? I'm the man that's going to be buried deep inside of you by the end of the night. That's all you need to know.
A shiver runs down Velma's spine, and it's not entirely one based in fear. There's a hint of arousal as the nerdy young woman bites her lower lip some more, worrying it between her teeth. It's been a few years since she last traveled with the gang as Mystery Incorporated. And thus, it's been a few years since Velma was last… well, captured or tied up.
Even though Daphne was the one who experienced the worst guy inflicted bondage from back in their mystery-solving days, Velma had had her fair share of run ins with the villains who then tried to make her their prisoner. As a result, she'd developed something of a fetish for being captured, for being… well, for being humiliated and helpless.
Blushing, Velma hesitates for a moment. Surely… surely, she couldn't, right? She definitely shouldn't. And yet…
Before she can second guess herself any further, Velma goes for it. Clad in nothing but her signature orange sweater and a pair of panties, she reaches down and yanks the hem of her sweater up all the way to her neck, exposing her large breasts, her wide hips, and her thicc thighs as she angles the camera of her phone down on her half-naked body for a selfie.
Once she's got it, she forces herself to send it off before her rational mind can prevail, attaching a message to go along with the image that she sends to the Unknown Number.
If you can get to me… you can have me.
Immediately afterwards, Velma hops out of bed, suddenly filled with a nervous energy. She should be perfectly safe… even if it's Halloween Night and there are more people out on the streets then usual, the whole tradition of Trick or Treating has taken a big hit the last few years. She's gotten less and less kids coming to her door, and last year there were none.
Shuffling over to check on her security system, Velma bites her lower lip at seeing everything enabled and greenlit. If any intruder did try to get in, they would almost certainly set off an alarm and bring the police down upon their heads in mere minutes. She was… she was perfectly safe. So then, why was she so tempted to reach over and turn off her security?
After a moment, Velma shakes her head and moves to the kitchen, preparing herself a bit of a late-night snack. Honestly, it was one thing to send provocative images and messages to some stalker who was making threats towards her. It was another entirely to actually want the man to get inside of her home and… d-do things to her.
She just needed to calm down. Focus on making herself a sandwich and just… chill. Slowly, Velma's beating heart slows to a crawl and she lets out a sigh as she finishes her sandwich and plates it. Taking the plate in hand, she heads for the living room to watch a scary movie or two. Despite all expectations, horror actually had the effect of calming Velma down. Something about it just drew out her more analytical mind.
Of course, she never quite reaches the TV or the couch. As Velma Dinkley crosses the threshold into the living room, a dark figure suddenly lunges at her, and the bespectacled girl can barely react with more than a shriek of fright as she's suddenly grabbed, a hand covering her mouth and the other trapping her arms against her body.
The plate and sandwich she was carrying go flying, of course, crashing into the ground and splintering everywhere. A deep-toned, dark chuckle drawls against her ear as the man who's somehow managed to sneak into her house sniffs heartily of her scent.
"Mm, don't worry, pet. You'll be making plenty more sandwiches for me, once I fucking breed you and make you my bitch."
Quivering, Velma whimpers as he leads her forward in the opposite direction of the shattered plate and scattered sandwich components, over to the back of the couch where he bends her over rather brusquely.
"W-Wait, you can't-!"
"Can't I? Wasn't it you who said it? If I can get to you… I can have you…"
D-Damn it! Damn her for sending that stupid text! Velma whimpers… but there's no denying her arousal when he yanks up the hem of her sweater and tears her panties down from her ass crack, pulling them all the way to her knees. Her pussy had already been leaking all over the inside of her undergarments, and it shows in how they try to stick to her for a moment before finally peeling away.
"Look at you, cunt. Look at how much you want this. Fuck, you just want to be used like a toy by some stranger who's managed to get into your home, don't you?"
Velma can't bring herself to deny it verbally, because it's true. Still, she shakes her head in an attempt to deny it nonverbally all the same, only for him to grab her by the hair roughly, shaking her and knocking her glasses askew as he snarls.
"Don't LIE to me!"
Velma whimpers as she suddenly feels it… his cock, pressing up against her slick entrance from behind. It's all happening so fast, too fast some might say… but for Velma, it's just fast enough. It's just like her fantasies, just like her wet dreams. As the intruder drives his cock into her from behind and knocks her glasses all the way off of her face and onto the couch cushion down in front of her, Velma cries out as it becomes positively perfect.
She can't see without her glasses. It's always been a thing. But it's also become part of her fetish. Helplessness is a big turn on for Velma Dinkley, and there's nothing much more helpless than being blind and at the mercy of some man she can't even see. Clinging to the back of the couch for dear life, the thicc, nerdy woman can only cry out in an ugly manner as he grips her by her cushiony, plush hips and fucks into her from behind with all his might.
Her short stature means that his driving thrusts quickly push her up onto her tip toes, her tummy sucking in as it bangs into the edge of the couch. She clings to the couch with both hands, not knowing what else to do as he fucks her hard and fast, pounding into her violently again and again.
Her cries soon turn into wanton moans as Velma gets more and more into it. It's shameful and humiliating to say the least, but then… when you have a kink for being shamed and humiliated, that's exactly what turns you on. Velma groans and gurgles as she finally cums around his cock, her pussy walls tightening down along his thick, fat dick unexpectedly.
Of course, her assailant doesn't hesitate to react, bringing down one palm HARD on her fat ass and laughing as she yelps from the impact.
SMACK!
"Look at you, slut. Your mouth might be filled with lies, but your body is finally telling the truth. You love this. You love being treated like a toy. Bet you want me to knock you up after all, don't you? Would you love it if I stuffed a baby or two into you?"
Velma wishes she could deny it, but her pussy clenches down around his cock in all too telling of a manner, leaving him to chuckle knowingly even as she hangs her head. She can't see a thing, everything is so blurry… and in turn, that enhances all of her other senses as he plows her from behind. She's not sure how long it goes on for, not sure how long she's used and abused before suddenly he's groaning in a telltale manner, his cock inside of her throbbing and pulsating in a way Velma recognizes.
She whimpers, unable to even muster the strength to beg him not to do it. And so, in the end, he cums inside of her without a single ounce of protest, without a single moment of resistance. She doesn't try to stop him; she doesn't ask him not to. He just does it and she takes it like the good little toy she is. His seed paints her womb white, and Velma KNOWS it's not a safe day… not at all. She's definitely ovulating right now, making the chances of him impregnating her higher than ever.
Not that she has long to think about that before he's yanking her back by her hair, pulling her roughly off of the back of the couch and forcing her down to her knees. Velma gasps as his messy cock slaps down on her face, her eyes hazy and distant. She still can't see anything but vague indistinct shapes and blurs. His cock, as huge and in her face as it is, is still all grainy and blurry as it rubs across her features.
And yet, she finds her tongue licking out to slurp at his messy prick anyways, something that her assailant lets out an appreciative groan at.
"That's it. Now you're getting it, aren't you? Now you're accepting your place."
Velma whimpers but nevertheless keeps licking, even trying to bring her hands up to fondle his genitals. He stops her of course, batting them away with his free hand even as he shoves his dick into her face again and again.
"No hands. Behind your back with those, now."
Following his orders, Velma clasps her hands behind her back, which has the added benefit of jutting out her tits even as she looks up at where she imagines her assailant's face must be and opens her mouth wide, lolling out her tongue. Her obedience is rewarded a moment later with his thick, hot, messy cock landing on her tongue and sliding into her gaping maw.
Velma doesn't try to resist anymore. She doesn't try to defy or deny the truth any longer. She just sucks, slurping away at the juices covering the cock in her mouth as his hand on her head has her bobbing up and down his length. At first, he's growing softer… but in no time at all, his cock is inflating again, growing hard under HER ministrations.
There's something arousing about that, and Velma whimpers as she grinds her creampied pussy into the floor down between her kneeling legs, practically humping the hardwood as she sucks him off. Soon enough, his cock is hard enough that he's pushing into the back of her throat, and she's beginning to choke and gag… but it's not like he cares about that sort of thing.
"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"
Groaning, he face fucks her right then and there in the middle of her own living room, leaving Velma to gurgle along his cock as her esophagus convulses around his thick dick. Her tongue rolls and slides along the underside of his dick as he forces her to deep-throat his member, and Velma's unseeing eyes flutter in her head, threatening to roll back as the lack of oxygen starts to get to her.
It's all the more arousing, being choked out on his dick. Not only has he bred her true tonight more than likely, but he's now using her throat to his heart's content, uncaring for her pleasure, uncaring for her wants and desires. For Velma Dinkley, to be used like a toy and abused like a sex slave… it's a dream come true.
When he finally cums a moment later, the first few shots go down her throat, causing her to gag and choke even more violently before he pulls out at the last second and covers her face in his seed, coating her features. One of her eyes is plastered shut by the sticky hot semen as she kneels there, chest heaving up and down, panting heavily.
For a moment, she doesn't really see anything. The big blur in front of her that was her assailant disappears and Velma feels alone… then, he returns, and her glasses are being seated upon her face once more, covering up her cum-coated features and letting her actually see what's happening in front of her, at least through one eye.
Crouching down in front of her, two fingers tucked under her chin, the intruder pulls off his mask… to reveal the smiling face of her boyfriend, David, his eyes a mixture of concern but also hope as he regards her.
"Was it everything you were hoping it would be, love? You doing alright?"
Swallowing thickly, Velma shivers and nods up and down, giving him a broad smile right back.
"It was amazing, David. You… you did everything perfectly."
A tension she hadn't noticed before in his shoulders disappears and he lets out a relieved chuckle.
"Good, that's good. I'm glad I could give you what you needed, sweetheart."
And indeed, he had. Velma knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that her fetish… it was going to get her in trouble one of these days if she didn't do something about it. Her need to be captured, helpless, and treated like a toy… sometimes it overwhelmed her rational thinking, made her into some sort of sex crazed girl.
Better to play these sorts of games with David, her handsome hunk of a boyfriend, rather than end up in some back alley just hoping a homeless guy or mugger would have his way with her, right? Of course, doing it on Halloween Night had made it extra special, and Velma can't help but beam as David slowly helps her to her feet.
"Sorry about the plate, should have been more careful…"
"N-No! It was the heat of the moment… made it feel more authentic, honestly."
Slowly, they navigate around the shards of porcelain, heading down the hallway.
"Right, well let's get you cleaned up, okay? Get that heart of yours calmed down…"
Indeed, her heart WAS racing… and she was covered in cum. Likewise, it actually was a risky night for her. She might indeed get pregnant off of their roleplay scenario. Heh, if they had a kid based on tonight's events, they could never tell them just how exactly they were conceived, could they?
Stripping down, the two lovebirds hop into the shower, happily washing each other's backs and eventually engaging in some nicer, slower lovemaking under the hot spray of water as they bask in one another's company.
A Happy Halloween indeed.
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