Livestreaming

While you want to make it known that The Ringer is now a villain, you're not sure if you want your real identity to be known yet, so as you stand there on the blue carpet about 20 feet away from Bee Shaffer and other guests, you have another idea. With time still stopped, you strip off your clothes until you're naked, taking off your shoes, socks, jeans, t-shirt, leather jacket, boxers, and sunglasses. Then, when you're naked, you activate your invisibility ring before slowly getting dressed again, so that while your clothes are visible, the person wearing them (you) is not. Next, you run around to find some scraps of paper to write down a short message and the url for Breena99's webcam page, and stuff the papers into the hands of every cameraman and reporter you can find, and also in Anna Wintour's palm at the top of the stairs where she's greeting every guest and waiting for her daughter to join her. The message on each piece of paper is simple: "I have Bee."

Then, you run back to where Bee Shaffer is posing for the cameras, and you pause, checking her waist out of curiosity to see if she's wearing a corset or something similar to keep her waist tucked in, but it appears her Barbie Doll-like figure is real. The prospect of verifying that makes your cock stir in your pants, and you grab Bee by the arm and teleport her back to the room in Breena99's webcam, leaving her to stand at the foot of the bed while you go lock the door, not that you anticipate Bee making her way anywhere close to it. You check the webcam to make sure it's broadcasting, before you type in a message to the chatroom saying, "Special live show right now with special guest, Anna Wintour's daughter, Bee Shaffer!"

Finally, you activate your super strength ring even though you probably could overpower the slim Bee easily, but you don't want to waste any time or look bad trying to control her if she struggles too hard.

With all your preparations done, you let time resume and the cascading effects of your actions start to happen. You see your message in the chatroom pop up, where there had been around 30 people before, and number starts to climb instantly, accompanied by many crude comments. In front of the camera, Bee gasps as she looks around her surroundings in confusion, until she sees you, the invisible man in clothing and she screams.

In response, you laugh out loud. As Bee bolts for the door, you step between it and her. She bumps into you and before she can react, you grab her and fling her onto the bed, careful not to throw her too hard with your super strength and just enough to land her on the fluffy surface. You turn to the webcam so that your invisible face, indicated only by the floating sunglasses, is on screen, and you speak, the first time The Ringer's existence is ever confirmed, "This is The Ringer. As you can see, I'm real. This is what you all get for being ungrateful. And Anna, this is what you get for making an enemy out of me. Enjoy the show everyone, and please tip!" You chuckle and turn around just in time to catch Bee making a run again, tossing her right back onto the bed.

You glance back at the computer to see the comments coming in, some in protest, some in support of what's about to happen, and you wish you could see the look on Anna's face right then. You're sure it's going to be captured on the news and you can go back and watch it later, and the amount of viewers in the chatroom is already up to several thousand.

You turn your back to the webcam to face Bee, who has a panicked look as she sits up in the bed, flustered. One of her high heels has fallen off onto the ground, and the long tail of her gown has a tear in it. You take off your leather jacket and drop it to the floor for the webcam viewers to see. Next, you remove your t-shirt, and you can imagine people being able to look right through you at Bee on the bed.

"Please! Stop! I can give you money! My family is-" Bee begs, but you cut her off.

"I know how rich your family is. Why do you think you're here? It's your mother's fault for pissing off The Ringer. Now, she and the rest of the world is going to see what happens when you go against The Ringer!" you declare, kicking off your shoes and peeling off your socks, tossing them over your shoulder.

"No! Please! Please! I- I- I- I don't agree with her! Please, I'll tell people I support The Ringer if you stop. Please!" Bee begs, tears starting to run down her cheek. She goes on to make her case through her cries and you tune her words out, focusing instead on undoing your belt and pulling your pants down. Next goes your boxers, and you shake your invisible ass at the webcam. To everyone tuning in, all they can see now is the floating sunglasses, which you decide to leave on.

As you approach the bed, Bee makes another attempt to get up, and you easily shove her back down. She screams again when she feels the weight of your body on the bed and your thighs clamp around her body as your climb on. "Scream all you want, it'll make the show even better," you remark with a laugh, before your hands go to the top of her gown and you rip the expensive material apart down the front. Bee has on a white laced bra underneath, and her massive breasts are heaving in anxiety and her screams and pleas become more frantic. You decide to put off revealing her breasts just yet, choosing to rip the dress further while Bee tries uselessly to fight you off, until the gown is completely open down the front and you pull it apart to show off her taunt, Barbie-like body. Bee raises her legs to try to kick you, but all she inadvertently does is allow you to better get between her thighs and you shove your groin into hers, letting her feel your hard cock brush against her inner thighs and nudge on her panty-covered pussy.

Not wanting to hurt her, you deactivate your super strength and grab her by her wrists, pinning Bee down on the bed with you hovering over her. "Are you going to behave?" you ask loudly for the benefit of those tuning in on the webcam. You wonder how many viewers there are now, but you're not curious enough to stop what you're doing. "If you keep struggling, I might accidentally break your bones. I think you know how strong I am by now."

Bee clenches her teeth and stops making any sounds, staring up into your eyes through the sunglasses. "Please," she mouths. You answer by letting go of her wrists and grabbing the top of the cups of Bee's bra, and forcefully pulling the undergarment apart by the front even though the clasp is around on her back. Her huge breasts pop free like they're relieved to be given some air, and you're actually speechless for a few seconds as you take in their magnificence. You grope them while Bee purses her lips together, now seemingly determined to stay silent and not give you the satisfaction. You spend a good minute or 2 squeezing and kneading her breasts in your hands, feeling for scars but not finding any.

"Are these really real? Wow, some of god's finest work here, putting these on such a small frame. Aren't you worried about falling over all the time? How do you even walk with these? Shit, even cows don't have udders like these," you say out loud. Bee still doesn't say a thing, although there's nothing she can do to hold back her tears and sniffles. Her entire body is shaking as you bend down and suck on her tits, moving from 1 to the other and back countless times. Those watching must be seeing your sunglasses floating over her chest, moving from side to side.

Eventually you remember that you have an audience to please, so you reluctantly let go of Bee's breasts, running your hands down the sides of Bee's body until you come to her panties and you forcefully rip them apart so that you don't have to move. You peel the shreds of what remains of Bee's panties aside and you kiss your way down the middle of Bee's chest, down to her naval and arriving at your destination, the brown haired landing strip and Bee's moist pussy lips. Despite her ****, she seems to be aroused. You hold her lips slightly apart and stick your tongue into her warm canal, swirling your soft muscle in a circular motion as you go down on her. You can't even imagine how this all looks like on the webcam, staring into Bee's pussy while an invisible you eats her out. You don't notice it at first, but after a while, Bee's breathing is starting to get harder and deeper as she writhes in the bed, grabbing onto the sheets while attempting to resist giving in to the pleasures her body is feeling.

You pause and look up when you hear an unmistakable moan and Bee tenses up. She's staring up at the ceiling and you grin, knowing that you're doing a good job. You give her slit a good long lick before you start kissing your way back up her body, revisiting the 2 glorious mountain peaks on the way, then up her slender neck. Bee turns her face to the side when you attempt to kiss her on the lips, and you settle for her wet cheek instead. You reach down to grasp your cock and guide it to Bee's pussy, and she stiffens when she feels the tip of it pressing against the entrance of her lower lips.

Next, you look over your shoulder at the webcam so that your sunglasses are facing the camera, and you say, "Anna, it didn't have to come to this." Then, you turn back to Bee and thrust your hips down and forward, plunging your cock into her pussy in 1 stroke. The sudden penetration causes Bee to break her silence as she cries out, although unclear if it's in pain or pleasure, or both, which you suspect, and you start to fuck her lithe body, pounding her pussy as hard and fast as you can. The longer you go, the louder and more sensual Bee's cries are. Sometimes you slow down a little to catch your breath, bending down to suck on her tits again, before starting to fuck her in earnest once more. On the third restart, you feel yourself close to climax, and you keep going, fucking her with increasing intensity until Bee cums and bucks under the weight of your body, causing you to shoot your hot semen inside her. In the momentary heat of passion, Bee must have forgotten her circumstance as she puckers her lips and raises her hands to your unseen face, and you lean down to kiss her. She actually kisses you back while your cock continues to spurt hot cum within her, until she suddenly remembers where she is and she looks at you with eyes wide and in horror at her own actions.

"Good girl," you say as you pull out of Bee and get off the bed, admiring the sight of Bee's naked body and a little bit of your cum seeping out of her. You walk over to the webcam and take a look at the chatroom. 1.2 million viewers. Yup, you're sure Anna got the message loud and clear this time.