Annelise stood in front of her mirror. Her D cup breasts bounced with every twist and pose. She wore a black strapless bra and a similarly colored thong. Soft, barely pink lips pursed together. Pale cheeks held a soft blush, just barely pink from the makeup she had just finished applying. Long, shapely skinny legs held aloft her figure at 5'6. Green eyes sparkled back at her. She'd been growing her hair out for months, just for this cosplay. Long, flat blonde locks rolled down to her lower back. She rushed around her room, gathering up the objects. First came the dress itself, a soft blue leotard she'd cut the legs and arms off of, making it wedge right between her legs with pink trim and soft pink mini capes covering her bubble butt and otherwise revealed back.
The dress hung off her shoulders, revealing a very generous amount of cleavage. Next was the broach on the front, right between her perfectly perky tits. A six sided star. Next came the necklace. Fake gold with a thick red gem right in the middle. Next came the hat and boots. The hat was the hardest for her to make, she figured.The twisting fabric and lines of pink felt, coupled with the visor that barely worked.. It was a nightmare and it took her months. Almost as long as her hair. Finally her boots, right up to the thigh. Granted the character in the show and the cards only came to her knees.. But she felt so -sexy- in those thigh highs, hugging her fit little legs so well. Paired with the click click of her heels, it seemed perfect. Finally, she grabbed the swirling gold and blue-pink wand.
"Hmm.. Perfect!", She said, blinking and grinning, showing her green eyes. Out of the room she stepped, grabbing her convention badge and stuffing it between her breasts. A quick snag of her purse, and off she went, closing the door behind her.
In the lobby she got a few glances, mostly at her revealing outfit. She only giggled, waving with her wand at the onlookers as she got into the shuttle, grinning at the other cosplayers. The arrival at the convention hall was exactly what she had expected. Utter chaos. People were rushing around everywhere. Some stood in the halls talking, a dozen different Deadpool cosplayers of varying skill were pulling 'zany' antics. One massive fan was in full Warhammer 40,000 gear, posing as an ultramarine for camera shots.
Annelise stood around the main hall for a few moments, soaking it all in. Not but a few steps in before she was accosted by one of the Deadpools, followed by a cameraman who was videotaping the antics. Several poses she made before walking on.
Much of the day progressed just like that, being offered treats, toys, tchotchke and the like, just for posing near or with something. By the end she had a full bag of -stuff- that she hadn't gone through yet, and had more than her fill of snacks and meals and photos taken. This was only the first day of her convention.. and could only get better to her!
As the night drew long, Annelise sighed, the hall was getting empty. "Suppose I should go back to the hotel..." she said, walking outside through a side exit, wanting to take a shortcut to the shuttle station. As she turned the corner, getting out of sight and the door to the interior closing... She heard footsteps behind her. Out of curiosity she began to turn, only to have a rag stuffed in her face. She tried to scream, the rag was wet.. and a hand found its way onto her breast, groping her. As she inhaled, her eyes went dim and she went limp. The woman was carried to the trunk of a car, and driven off away from her hotel...
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Eric made sure to drive very carefully, very passively, lest his prey awaken. When he arrived at his home, he closed the garage door behind him, and began to drag her into his basement. From the moment that he laid eyes on the blonde bombshell in that Dark Magician outfit.. He knew she was next. He had to have her, and have her tonight. He refused to damage her costume, it was part of the illusion to him. Slowly he began to lock her into a firm mattress and tie her down. First came the collar. He always used the same type. A black, thick leather one that almost choked his targets. Just slightly too tight.
Next came the leg braces, locking her spread out wide to her sides, each one tied out to the side of the bed. Then her arms, raised over her head and cuffed to the top of the frame. With a coarse grunt, Eric grabbed the front of her dress and tugging the cups down, showing off her perfectly natural pair of sweater puppies. He himself a striking man, 6'6 and normally appeared like a stereotypical boy scout. Broad shoulders, strong chest, a good chin. No one ever suspected him.
It was at this point, when Eric was starting to enjoy his prize, that Annelise woke up with a murmur. Her head felt ten foot wide, and moaned lightly from the groping, not yet realizing her predicament. When she looked up, her eyes went wide. She didn't recognize this man, and from the way he was grinning, he didn't have pleasant things in store for her.
