Captured in Cosplay

There's something fundamentally depraved within the act of an individual being used against their own will, and even more so when the same depravity allows another to achieve pleasure.

Yet while drowning in the depths of the unknown, one can discover the darkest secrets about their own desires.

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Smoke crept across the room, encompassing the entire dance-floor. Within moments the darkness exploded as beams of multicolored lights protruded through the settling haze. Between the booming bass and the technicolor clouds consuming the raves young dancers, the midnight rave was nearly a carnival.

It was in the midst of this enthralling party that I met my future tormentor: Kendra. Who knows if that was even her real name; no one uses their actual names at these types of events. In fact, I didn't even give her my real name... I never had the chance to.

All she must have seen was a half naked cosplayer and his tight body gyrating inside the haze, drunk off the attention of the females dancing around him. I'd like to think that it was my appearance that ultimately drew her to me, but in retrospect I suspect she eyed me as easy target... a simple prey. So simple, in fact, that she used the least bit of effort to draw me into her trap..

She approached covered in just as little clothing as I wore, the sweat on her body causing her to glisten even within the dense fog.

A bright red beam broke through the smoke, illuminating the dance floor before me.

Her sweat soaked figure was gorgeous.

Her body tight and her breasts firm.

She was barely covered in her matching cosplay... and she was coming my way.

Her body seemed louder than any music booming from the speakers.

"What luck" I couldn't help but think to myself as the vixen crept closer to me. She was dressed in what might be considered a pitiful excuse for a bra, with a skirt that rode so high you could almost see the bottom of her panties. Her tan legs were long and helped her cover the distance between us quickly. She was draped in the costume of a female villain to the hero of the same show that I was dressed as.

Even as the red lights dimmed around us, I could see the desire painted in her eyes.

A moment later a bright green light took its place, making the situation unraveling before me seem even more hypnotic.

Her gaze was now locked directly on to mine.

She was close enough that I could take in every detail of her, and the other girls around me slowly seemed to fade away into the dimming green that enveloped our two bodies.

Now the room was pitch black, but the music continued to boom.

"Room 215; five minutes. I want you stripped and on your stomach when I arrive. Don't look up from the bed"

I felt a hand slip a key-card into my own.

My lips parted to speak as I tried to respond to the sweet, soft voice, but the darkness was shattered by a bright yellow and I could see she was gone.

The girls dancing around me had gone as well..

I was standing alone in the darkness, looking down at the room key in my hand.

There's an initial nervousness that comes over most people during any random hookup. It's a unique sensation, one caused by the fear of the unknown intertwining with the rush of raw excitement.

A thousand thoughts fogged my logic as each step brought me closer to Room 215, the room I had been ordered to be inside within the next two minutes.

"What if this is all a setup? Am I dreaming? What if she's not alone? Did I have too much to drink? Should I tell anyone where I'm going-" my thoughts suddenly silenced themselves as my eyes stared at the digits in front of me. "Room 215," was the only thought within my mind as I quickly pulled my phone out and saw that I was down to the last minute.

Doing my best to put my fears to rest, I slid the card into its slot and heard the click of the lock release. I slipped inside to find the average two bedroom hotel room was already lit, though noticeably empty.

30 seconds...

I did my best to strip my toned frame out of what little clothing still covered it.

First came the boots which I had to undo in a hurried mess, then the pants which seemingly refused to release themselves from my legs. The half vest slipped off easily enough it, but one item still remained... my briefs.

5 seconds...

As quick I could, I slid the briefs down my strong thighs and onto the floor, kicking them across the room as my exposed semi-erect shaft swung freely now in the open air. In one swift motion, I flung myself onto the nearest bed, landing on my stomach.

TIME!

The sound of my heart beating inside my broad chest was almost deafening.

My breaths were quick.

My pulse was racing.

A second passed, then two, then three... then...

*Click*

The sound of a lock opening filled my ears, followed by the creak of a door.

My breath was hot on my face, which I had buried into the mattress. As footsteps hurried into the room, I had to use all of what little focus I had left to resist the temptation to look up at the their source.

"But why?" I found myself suddenly pondering, the fear of the unknown suddenly descending upon my mind. What was it about this apparent women, or her command, that had me so eager to follow her orders. I always found myself the life of the party, the one who girls flocked to when they were looking for someone to please them. And I never took orders from them; if anything, it was most definitely always the other way around.

Yet here I was, face down in my hot breath, stripped bare at a mere 3 sentences whispered into my earlobe.

"Am I some kind of fool?" I thought instinctively.

Almost as an answer, a soft hand lifted my chin up while another slid a silk blindfold around my eyes. My world was completely darkened, aside from the very edges of my vision. I could make out cracks of light, but no apparent figures.

"You may turn on your back now," the familiar voice spoke out to me.

I did so, only because I knew it would be much more comfortable than the couple of minutes I had spent laying on my stomach, inhaling my own breaths. But the pace of my heart had not diminished one bit; the fear of the unknown reality that lay just on the other side of the blindfold still held my in its ever tightening grip.

"You know, I-" I started, only to find a finger press itself firmly against my lips.

Again her voice filled the room: "Shhh... you don't speak until you are spoken to; can you understand that?"

"But it's just-" I did my best to speak through the finger pressing hard against my m, until I found her whole hand covering my mouth from speaking.

"Now listen very carefully-" her soft tone had been abandoned for something more matter-of-fact, "-do you want me to remove this blindfold and you collect your things and return to whatever it is you were doing?"

My words found themselves stuck in my throat as I hesitated to speak.

What the hell was I even doing here?

There are much easier ways to get my kicks back at the rave... and yet, this as something different. All my senses were screaming at me to return to the comfortable lights of the dance floor, and yet a different answer found its way out from my lips...

"No"

Suddenly a soft touch grazed against the length of my cock, starting at the base before making its way to the tip and quickly disappearing.

"Then... shut up" her voice instructed.

I did as I was told, feeling my cock spring to life. It wasn't fully erect yet, but it was certainly getting there. I'm sure she could see it... and in my foolish thoughts I imaged that she enjoyed it.

Next I heard all sort of commotion about the room: zippers opening and closing, items being strewn around, and her footsteps racing back and forth. All the while my erect cock was perched up in the air, twitching in eager anticipation of a second, more fulfilling, touch.

But it seemed my cock would have to wait.

Instead she elected for my arms; first, she started with the right one, then moved on to the left. She seemed to be fastening them to something as she spread them away from my body. Moments later she continued with my legs, working diligently on spreading them apart in a similarly exposed fashion and securing them to something unseen.

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself: though I wasn't the kinkiest of people, I had met a few girls who wanted the same done to them. I'd never gone so far as to do anything but restrain their hands behind there back... after all, we were always both just after what was between the others thighs.

But the idea of being this restrained by a complete stranger was something entirely different, and nothing about it helped slow my heart rate. The only solace was the vain thought that I could always break out of the unseen restraints if need be; of course she couldn't have something so strong that I couldn't release myself in a crisis.

Once again, silence returned to the room as I found myself spread out and bound, curiously pulling at the restraints lightly to see if they would give.

They did not.

Warmth pressed upon my lips as she planted a silent kiss upon them.

And then another.

And another.

Then her tongue began to explore my own as it writhed its way somewhat aggressively into my mouth. A couple of seconds later she broke the kiss, leaving me wanting for a few moments before quickly returning.

Her tongue teased my own, the hot muscle circling and pushing its way inside my mouth as I felt it slip something else inside. I didn't dare break the kiss I was enjoying so much, though I was a bit concerned as to what exactly the small object was on the back of my tongue.

She increased the force of her kiss and actually began to moan out softly, placing one of her hands on the back of my head and pushing me in closer.

There was no way I'd stop her.

In moments, whatever I felt inside my mouth was completely dissolved, and with it our passion-filled kiss came to an end.

In fact, I hadn't had a moment to catch my breath before I felt something round being shoved into my open mouth and fasted to the side of my head.

What the fuck.

My body was breaking into a cold sweat.

Instantly I began to protest, only to find my words being distorted into an incomprehensible mess. I tried what I could to speak, doing anything to make my protests grow louder, filling the room with my pitiful moans.

A blinding flash of white light quickly silenced my cries.

The blindfold was gone.

What stood at the end of the bed was a beautiful brunette villain; even in my panicked state, I'd be a fool not to admit that. She was clothed in the same black lace bra she wore at the rave, along with the same skirt barely covering her thick, tones thighs.

A smirk was painted across her painted lips.

"You know, that was really too easy," I watched her speak out to me, her dark eyes staring strait back into my own. She must have seen the fire and fear darting inside of my gaze, because something caused her to raise an eyebrow my way.

"Ah, I see you're a little confused... possibly a little hurt? Or well, not yet in any case..."

Her words floated into my ear, sending a strong shiver down my backside. Once again I did what I could to speak out in protest, only to find my words fill the air as a slobbering, unintelligible nothing.

"Impatient, aren't we? Well don't fret... I'll begin my work any moment now..."

The air was heavy, thick with the sound of her voice. And in the dense atmosphere there was something else... heat. There was a warmth emerging in the center of my chest and growing rapidly. Moans poured from behind the my ball-gag as I felt the heat grow and move down my body until it settled onto my fully erect cock.

It's 8 inch length suddenly pulsed firmly in the open air, forcing the shaft strait up on its own. The veins became more prevalent across the skin as it pulsed once more, stronger than before. Then again. And again. By the fifth pulse, I couldn't stop myself from moaning at the sensation of the warmth enveloping my sensitive shaft.

"There we are..." she spoke out coyly, her eyes fixed on the growing rod between my thighs.

She crouched down to the floor to retrieve something as the heat grew more intense with every passing second.

My thoughts were racing; half my being was gripped with fear at the realization that this strange woman has drugged me, and yet the other half couldn't help but give in the pleasure currently encompassing my fully erect cock. The sensation was so strong that I began to feel it at every end of my frame, from my finger tips down to my toes. My eyes closed seemingly on their own as more moans made there way from my bound mouth, a small sliver of drool now dripping down on my bare neck.

Then the heat traveled through my body once more until centering itself at my pulsating cock. My head twisted back and forth as my arms and legs pushed against their restraints, the drug overwhelming my senses. My shaft couldn't shaft couldn't keep itself from throbbing over and over.

The drool around my gag was running freely now down onto my body.

And then the pulsating seem to subside slowly, though the hot effects of the drug remained upon the sensitive skin of my cock. It was enough for me to open my eyes and return to some semblance of sanity... or so I thought.

What the fuck

My eyes grew wide as what stood between my thighs was my cock, but nearly 3 inches larger than I remember. I didn't recognize 11 inch, vein-pulsing rod sticking strait up in the air, exposed and dripping with precum from its tip. The cock has become so sensitive that even the slightest gust of air seemed to make the monstrosity throb.

And behind it she stood, grinning as deviously a ever with a thin paintbrush in her hand.

Now I might have fancied myself a ladies man, but I wasn't particularity kinky in the bed room. But even someone as inexperienced as myself looked at the soft brush in her hand and knew what she could do with it.

She took a moment to look at the impressive shaft up and down, almost like a craftsman admiring their handiwork after a job well done. As she did so her breath tickled its sensitive flesh, producing a fresh pulse and a new drip of precum from the increasingly red tip.

"I think this is enough to get started," she said bluntly, her grin fading as she inched her face away from the shaft after seeing its reaction to her examination.

Get started; just what the hell is she think-

Electricity shot through my body and silenced whatever opposing thoughts my still working mind had inside it. She had outstretched her hand holding the thin paintbrush and grazed it against the throbbing, sensitive, flesh of my cock.

Where a single breath produced a dribble of precum, the brush stroke against the bottom of my shaft forced out a small stream which ran down my engorged length onto my swollen balls. The muscles in my body tensed up as my thoughts were held prisoner to such an intense feeling; it was nearly too much. Both my arms and legs pressed against the bonds that held them, though even with a decent bit of force behind them, the restraints did not move an inch.

The moan the single stroke had drawn from my lips had just finished echoing around the room when she reached back toward the aching cock and stroked the paintbrush near the bottom of the tip. This produced a fresh reaction from me and my cock and a seemingly delighted laugh from her.

Something about the sound of laughter probing my senses as I writhed from the sensation made it all the more exhilarating... and agonizing.

This time she didn't give my body a chance to recover before she stroked the paint brush against the backside of my cock, all the way up to the tip. Once there, she rubbed the soft bristles back and forth against the tip of the throbbing shaft, each new stroke causing the tip to throb harder than before.

By this point the sensation was unbearable. My restrained body twisted the best it could to escape from her brush, but she seemed determined to turn my drugged, sensitive cock into a precum covered mess.

She appeared to have little patience at my efforts to elude her torment, as in my thrashing about she grabbed the dripping shaft with her free hand tightly and continued her work on the tip uninterpreted. She now had free reign to run her paintbrush over the overwhelming sensitive tip of the drugged cock she had created for herself as her victim writhed around, helpless to prevent her abuse upon it.

With the cock in her firm grasp, she pushed it back toward her and brushed faster, not letting a single inch of the now reddish-purple tip elude her devious brush. And then her grip moved upwards along the shaft, leaving only the head exposed as she pushed my cock back even further away from me and closer still to her. Her hand worked the brush in a circle now, painting over the ring of the cock head to her hearts content, her eyes watching every new pulse her brush could force out of the slab of meat.

My mind felt like it was turning to mush. I could do nothing put plead fruitlessly through my gag as an indeterminate amount of drool had poured its way down my neck and covered my chest. My limbs flailed, unable to even produce the slightest give from my restraints as I tried contorting my body into any shape that might stop this irresistible villain's onslaught.

I felt my reality slipping away from me, all my sensations centering on the pain and pleasure being forced from between my squirming thighs. Then I sensed something growing.

An eruption...

"I think that's enough of that," her voice suddenly cut through the air as she pulled the brush from my teased head and released my cock, only to give it a firm slap immediately after.

The result was a scream from behind my gag as I could only watch my swollen cock swing back and forth into the air, spurting out a hot, fresh orgasm. The explosion produced more cum than I thought possible for my cock to produce, all of which I could do nothing to stop from releasing onto my chest and face.

I can only imagine what I must have looked like to her as my eyes once again locked onto hers, my mind doing what it could to slowly return itself into my cum-soaked body.

Her dark gaze never broke away from mine as she tossed the paintbrush down to the floor.

Her familiar grin returned, "Now how about we really have some fun," she spoke eagerly as I watched her eyes trail their way down onto my still dripping, still aching, 11 inch shaft.

"Don't worry; you and my cock won't be going anywhere for awhile."