Chapter 1 - Coercing Celine

Twitchcon! A convention for all sorts of influencers, streamers, and even celebrities to participate in while numerous events are held over the course of a weekend. With such a unique congregation, it was without doubt that the budding OfflineTV would come and make their appearance. They waited outside the convention doors ready to scan their tickets and pass through security.


“Clear… Clear… Clear…”


A man half-heartedly waved a metal detector over the various group members. He wasn’t paid enough to care about the venue’s security and, with a group of well-known influencers coming through, the chance was unlikely that they’d be bringing in anything of danger. 


“Hold on.”
The man paused the last person in the group before they could pass through with the others. An idea formulated in his head.


“What?” An innocent, yet puzzled voice responded. 




The man gave Celine a quick scan up and down, his gaze leering on her “assets” for a moment longer than they should’ve.


“We’ll need to pull you away for a bit.” He said coolly.


“Sorry? Why?” Celine responded anxiously.


“I’m afraid we’ve gotten word about someone dangerous coming in that fits your description.” He explained. 


“I’m sorry? There’s no way you’re getting the right person. Celine wouldn’t hurt a fly.” Some of the members in front who had already entered turned around to create a clamor. They mostly pelted the guard with assurances that Celine not the person that he was looking for. Unfortunately for them, she was. Just not for the reason they were thinking.


“It’ll just be a routine check,” he said, hands raised in mock defense, “You’ll have her back immediately if she just answers some questions and shows her items.”


“I’ll report this to the higher ups, uh– Jack!” One of them said, glancing briefly at his name tag. The group was getting angry on her behalf but Celine, being the saint she was, calmed them down. 


“Guys he’s just doing his job! I’ll just go with him real quick and then we can catch up after, sound good?” 


They weren’t exactly satisfied but Celine eventually convinced them to allow her to go with him. It was one of the reasons Jack had decided to isolate her. He knew she was too nice to say no. 


“Alright fine, but hurry alright? We don’t want to do the first event without you!” They begged.


Celine assured them that it wouldn’t be the case before following Jack. They went a bit aways from the convention entrance into an isolated room. It was fairly small, only boasting a plastic, foldable table and some shelves. 


“Let’s see your bag and ticket firstly,” Jack said attempting to ease Celine. 


Celine obediently handed over her possessions. 


“Hm… checks out,” Jack said as he put the ticket up into the light. Scanning it this way didn’t actually do anything, but it helped create the sense that he was legit. He began rifling through her bag slowly, taking the time to peer into her belongings and put everything onto the table. 


Celine blushed as he did so, opening her mouth to speak for a moment.


“H-hold on there’s some stuff in there that’s not really important, um, you can just skip through it to be honest.”


Jack raised an eyebrow questioningly. 


“Sorry, we have to be thorough with our searches for public safety,” He responded as he began to examine everything a bit more closely. Lined up against one of the pockets attached to the inner walls, Jack ended up finding a pack of condoms. He brought it out and placed it with everything else, pretending not to be bothered by this new discovery despite really being thrilled.


Celine, however, was scarlet red. “I-I didn’t pack that, one of my friends probably just put it in there as a prank.” 


Jack almost let out a grin but refrained. “Ma’am whatever you do with your sex life is your business. I won’t judge.”


Celine covered her face with her hands, completely mortified.


This was going much better than Jack had expected. Really, he just wanted to get a peek at her massive breasts and maybe sneak a picture or two with a pat down, but if he played his cards right he thought he could get much further. 


He put a finger on his earpiece, faking receiving a message on a completely silent radio line. He paused for a couple of seconds to really sell it. Celine simply watched nervously.


Jack then looked at Celine with a bit of an apologetic look on his face.


“Sorry the profile got a bit more detailed. Apparently they’re carrying a weapon on them underneath their clothing. Could I pat you down?”


This was the moment of truth. Celine hesitated. There was only the sound of the clock ticking on the wall. With each passing second, each momentary tick, Celine knew that her hesitation could miss her the entire event. 


“Fine.” She said, too nice to say no.


Jack was struggling to keep his elation hidden, knowing that any lecherous behavior could end everything right here, right now. He walked up to her and initially began patting her down like any professional would, feeling the pockets around her waist and the area around her legs. But he decided to amp this up a bit as he slid a hand up her thigh and onto her ass. His hand stopped there for a second, and he gave a small squeeze. 


Celine yelped, stiffening her body, but stayed still. Jack grinned, since now that he was behind her he was free to express whatever he wanted without blowing his cover. He pushed this overstepping of boundaries further and moved both hands up her stomach, eventually groping her enormous breasts. 


“I think that should be enough!” Celine exclaimed as she pushed him away and moved forward. “You can see I’m not hiding anything! Can I go now?”


Jack put on his best acting face and attempted to look puzzled. “Sorry ma’am, I felt something underneath that dress. Could you strip down for me?”


“Excuse me?” Celine shouted, embarrassed. “Are you sure?”


“Yes, apologies. I can maybe get a female staff to come and do it but they’re all pretty busy at the moment. They’ll probably take around half an hour to come and I can’t let you leave until the search is done.” He said, lying through his teeth.


Celine opened her mouth as to say something but glanced up to the clock. It had already been ten minutes, and she had to be out of here rather soon. She closed her mouth dumbly and resigned herself to whatever that would happen. Jack openly smiled now. All he had had to do was stall her to the point until she was forced to go along with anything he said or risk being late, and it seemed as though they’d just reached that point.


“No, it’s fine.” Celine sighed. She slowly and sensually began peeling off her clothes. Her shoes and socks came off first with little hesitation. The skirt came off a bit slower as Celine grimaced with each motion. Eventually her leggings, skirt, and panties fell to the floor as well, leaving her bottom half exposed. Jack couldn’t bask in it just yet since her blouse was covering most of it. Celine looked at Jack once more with an almost pleading look in her eyes. He simply looked back apologetically. She continued with a frown, unbuttoning her shirt and then finally undoing her bra. It all hit the floor as Celine awkwardly stood there, hiding her erogenous zones with her arms and hands.


The guard popped a boner seeing her completely naked. 


“I meant to strip into your undergarments.”


Celine noticed the bulge appearing at his pants and gasped, bringing both hands up to cover her mouth. This, however, meant that other parts of her body were uncovered. 


Jack internally grinned. He was right, he was definitely going to get more than he initially looked for.


“Sorry, I don’t know if I can work and clear you while being bothered like this,” he said as honestly as he could, “Could you help me out?”


“No, no, no!” Celine exclaimed while blushing furiously, waving her hands in front of her. This left a fantastic view available as her hands flailed about.


That was about as far as Jack thought he could make it while playing nice anyways. It was time to play his cards. 


“It’s the fastest way I can get you out of here. Don’t you have an event to get to?” 


Celine looked once again nervously at the clock. She looked incredibly reluctant but it wasn’t as though she had a choice if she wanted to make it on time.


“How would you even want me to help?”


“Just keep standing there.”


He undid the buckle on his belt and dropped his pants, allowing his massive cock to spill out completely erect and with precum. Celine couldn’t pull her gaze away from it. She put her hands behind her back. Her cunt began leaning forward while her feet were still standing in place, as though she was unconsciously pulled towards it. Jack smiled and began stroking his cock vulgarly, relishing in this A-grade fap material that stood before him. There wasn’t a need to put pretenses up anymore.


After a couple of minutes went by with just the slick sounds of his cock filling up the room, Celine began to look antsy again. It didn’t look like he was finishing anytime soon. 


“C-could I do anything to help you finish faster?”


Jack openly grinned. 


“Yeah I can think of something. Can you use your massive breasts to give me a tit job?”


Celine was openly stunned and repulsed by the language exhibited by the guard. A moment passed before her expression dropped. It was finally now, that the pure, naive woman realized what was going on. 


“You’re disgusting.” She said as she got onto her knees in front of him, face conformed into hate. 


“And you’re a dumb cow for following me in here. Look at those fucking milkers. God I wanted to use them the moment I saw you.” Jack replied, happy to express his thoughts freely.


Celine’s tits wrapped around his shaft as she reluctantly began to move them up and along his extended length. It provided the warmest and softest stimulation the guard had ever felt, as he grabbed onto her hair with a moan. 


“Fuuuuuuck. It’s exactly like I hoped.”


Celine simply looked up at him with utter contempt, not saying anything. Jack enjoyed her open distaste of him and the heavenly sensation of her tits for a couple more minutes before Celine finally opened her mouth.


“So what. You’re not gonna let me go until you fuck me?”


“Sounds about right.” He replied. 


Celine didn’t even look at the clock this time, knowing that it would’ve been pointless to check the time to delay her fate. 


“Get it over with. Use the condom.” She turned around against the shelf, not even wanting to look at him. This would prove to be a big mistake. 


Jack grabbed onto a condom case and ripped it open. He then pretended to fiddle with it before simply sliding it into his pocket. 


“Alright it’s on.”


“Be gentle alright? It’s my first tIME!” Celine nervously started before ending the sentence with a scream.


Jack had penetrated her, breaking her hymen as Celine immediately went on her tippy toes to try to avoid him as much as possible. It would only be futile as he pinned her to the wall, continuously ramming her into the building. The shelf shook with great fervor as all Celine could do was grasp onto the poles to steady herself. As much as she tried to hide it, her soft panting and moaning showed otherwise. Her silence eventually devolved into cute yelps and whimpers. All of this ramped up into an explosive climax on Celine’s end. Jack took this opportunity to unload his cum inside of her at the same time. He hoped that her inexperience would leave her in the dark about his breeding. He had put enough spunk in her to spill out onto the ground when he eventually pulled out after she had finished orgasming. 


“I, oh my gosh, I– that was–” She stammered, clutching at her chest to catch her breath. 


Jack had already began pulling his pants up, redoing his belt. “You’re cleared to go ma’am.” He began to leave the room. Although this was as successful as he had ever been trying to pull this off, if he hurried he could probably extort a blowjob or titty pic from other convention attendees. 


Celine grabbed her clothes off the ground and looked at his back, her face a mixture of disgust and pleasure. She hated his trickery but had loved the experience. She loved it so much that she didn’t even notice the thick, white spunk dripping down her leg. 


Eventually Celine had put her clothes back on and went to meet with her friends at the event, albeit slightly late. She attributed the warmth that remained inside of her as an everyday effect of climaxing from sex. It wasn’t until years later, when she had actually had sex with a condom, that she had realized what had occurred and what a bullet she had dodged. 
