Cosplay

Cosplay

Mandy looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a Power Girl costume, one which had a cut-out which revealed that she was not wearing a bra, and which revealed a fair amount of décolletage of Mandy’s EE breasts. They were too big, as far as Mandy was concerned. They needed support, but a bra would not have gone with the costume. Her bras tended to have the shoulder straps cut into her flesh. And the weight of her breasts tended to give her backache. But guys like her breasts. That was about the only good thing about them. But few guys ever bothered to look Mandy in the face – unless they were gay, of course. Most guys tended to be entranced by Mandy’s chest.

Her costume, such as it was, was a white leotard with the sexist circular cut-out at the front; blue gloves; red shoes; a red belt around her waist; and a red cape. It was close enough, as far as she was concerned. Mandy had had her blonde hair cut short to complete the look. It was time to leave her hotel room and go down to the comicbook convention.

Mandy left the room, quite aware how flimsy the costume was. Her large nipples seemed to be trying to bore out through the white fabric covering them. She hoped that she wouldn’t sweat, as any liquid on the white fabric would probably make it go see-through, and she had no desire to show off all her charms.

There were a lot of sexy superheroes and superheroines in the main convention hall, some of the costumes being quite risqué. There were Batmen an Supermen, Wonder Women and Catwomen. There was a Batgirl in tight black latex; a Moondragon with shaven head, almost falling out of her skimpy green costume; and even a Vampirella, whose tiny red costume bordered on the pornographic. Mandy was not out of place, although she did feel that all of the males – and a few of the girls – were staring at her massive tits.

One of the girls taking an interest in Mandy was a young brunette, with short hair, dressed in a very tight variant of a Catwoman costume. This Catwoman was dressed in very tight black latex, which was like a second skin on the young woman. The way that it covered the twin bumps of her nipples, and cut between her labia almost painfully, declared that she was not wearing any underwear at all. The costume was very roughly modelled on the costume worn by Michelle Pfeiffer in Batman Returns, but, instead of the stitching, there were a series of zips all over the black latex. Catwoman sauntered up to Power Girl, sashaying sexily across the convention floor. Power Girl did not consider herself to be a lesbian – she had fooled around with a BFF in the past, but that was it – but she could not help staring at this sexy, slinking Catwoman.

Suddenly Catwoman was standing in front of Power Girl – and Mandy realised that he large nipples had hardened in wistful lust for this super-character.

“Hi.” Mandy said, thinking that she had to say something.

“Meow.” Catwoman said, glancing at Power Girl’s voluminous chest. “Do you fancy having a drink? We can raid the minibar in my room.”

Suddenly Power Girl very much wanted a drink, if only to get rid of her nerves. She had only just come down into the main convention. But part of her wanted to get out of there, along as it was with this latex lovely.

“Okay.” Power Girl found herself saying.

“I like bad girls.” Catwoman said, in the lift, breaking a slightly awkward silence. “My favourite is Catwoman, of course, but I also like the Cat and the Black Cat and even Silver Sable.”

“Oh, you mean bad girls in comics.” Power Girl said.

“Do I?”

“Power Girl isn’t really a bad girl.” Power Girl said.

“Not on the surface.” Catwoman admitted. “She tries to come across all clean cut, like Superman. But I reckon that she has a dirty mind. She has to be, with some of those figure-hugging, revealing costumes she has worn in the past. I reckon that she’s secretly very hot. I bet that she’s a goer.”

Power Girl – Mandy – was beginning to feel a little hot under the collar, despite wearing very little at all. She needed that drink.

Catwoman had a suite at the top of the hotel. It was not a cheap room. In fact, it had to be one of the costliest in the hotel.

“How can you afford this?” Power Girl blurted out.

“From all the jewel robberies.” Catwoman said, still playing the part. She looked in the minibar. It had already been a little depleted. “Bourbon or vodka?”

“Er, vodka.”

Catwoman poured out two miniature bottles of vodka into two glasses, and passed one glass to Power Girl. Power Girl knocked hers back in one go, then coughed a little, as the vodka burned the back of her throat.

It was very hot in that hotel room. Catwoman had the heating on maximum.

“You’d better take off your costume.” Catwoman said. “Otherwise the sweat will make that white costume see-through, and you won’t want that later.”

As Catwoman was talking she was slipping out of her black latex, albeit with some difficulty (and she had taken the precaution of talcing her naked form earlier).

“Oh, so we’re really doing this.” Power Girl muttered, under her breath. That vodka had gone straight to her head. Had it not, she might have run out of there in nerves. She didn’t normally do stuff like this.

Catwoman was now nude. She was very svelte, with not an ounce of excess fat on her slim body. She did not have any piercings, but she did have a small tattoo of a black cat on her shaven pussy. Power Girl finished taking her costume off, feeling very self-conscious. This was not the sort of thing which she normally did.

Catwoman – or the girl who had been in the costume – led Mandy into the bedroom. There was a large double bed in there. There were two things on the bed. One was a riding crop. The other was a bagged comic, in mylar, with a cardboard backing board, and a very high price tag on the front. It was Batman #1. Mandy stared at the comic. She didn’t own any Silver Age comics, let alone Golden Age ones. She had never even seen Batman #1 before. Yet here it was, lying on a hotel bed. This young woman had to have some serious money.

“First appearance of the Selina Kyle Catwoman.” the naked Catwoman said. “I have been after it for absolutely ages. Now I have all of the first appearances.” She picked up the comic almost reverentially, and put it down on a table, out of the way. Then the gorgeous young woman picked up that riding crop, and slashed it through the air. Mandy didn’t like the look of that riding crop. She wasn’t into anything kinky. Or, at least, she had not been into anything kinky until now. But Mandy was both very nervous and very turned on, at the same time.

“The way that I see it is this…” Catwoman said. “Catwoman has broken into Wayne Manor, and stolen the artificial kryptonite which Batman made. She has used that to take away Power Girl’s powers, keeping her no more powerful than an ordinary woman, at least while the kryptonite is near. Catwoman has taken Power Girl to her secret lair, and has tied her spread-eagled on the bed, so that she can have her way with her, Go on, then, get on the bed, on you back.”

Still feeling nervous, Mandy got on the bed, on her back, and spread her arms and legs. She looked up to see that the girl had several strands of soft, white rope.

“Er, I’m not sure about this.” Mandy said.

“Shut up, or I’ll use gold kryptonite on you.” The girl with the riding crop tied Mandy in a spread-eagled shape. It was not so tight as to be painful. But neither could Mandy slip free from her bonds. She was at the mercy of this young woman.

Catwoman stared down at Mandy’s naked body. Mandy’s big tits had flattened somewhat, as they were real and not artificially enhanced. But they were still very impressive. They were just begging for a taste of the crop.

Catwoman knelt between Mandy’s spread legs, and began to adore Mandy’s sopping cunt. It did not take long to bring Mandy to the edge of orgasm – when Catwoman stopped. It was then, kneeling on the bed, that Catwoman used the crop on Mandy’s big tits.

“Ow, ow, ow!” Mandy complained, as flicks of the crop reddened the skin of her breasts, bringing her down from the peak which she had almost reached. And then Catwoman stopped, to begin licking Mandy’s cunt again. Catwoman was very skilled with her tongue, better than any of Mandy’s boyfriends had been. She knew the areas that a girl liked. The pain from her breasts forgotten, Mandy again neared what would be a wondrous orgasm.

WHIIIP! The crop impacted, again, on the slopes of Mandy’s big tits. Mandy screamed, but the cropping continued, bringing pain to replace the pleasure. But, just before it did really become torture, Catwoman stopped, and began sucking Mandy’s cunt again.

On and on it went, the cropping of the breasts interspersed between the skilled cunnilingus, until the pleasure and pain seemed to merge into one. And, once again, Mandy neared what would be an exhausting, mind-shattering orgasm. She was right on the edge.

“One more stroke.” Catwoman said. “One more stroke with the crop, and I want you to cum when I hit you.”

Mandy was too exhausted to reply. The crop whizzed down, wielded with sadistic might and full force of the arm by the naked Catwoman fan. Mandy screamed with agony as the leather of the crop bit deep into Mandy’s breasts. It was agony. It was intense. And Mandy came like she had never cum before, screaming out her paingasm before briefly losing consciousness.

When Mandy’s eyes flickered open there was a pussy with a pussy tattoo above her face.

“Now it’s my turn.” Catwoman said. Mandy was more than happy to return the favour. And it took only a few minutes to bring Catwoman to orgasm, as her treatment of Mandy had aroused her greatly. At the moment of orgasm Catwoman dug her fingernails into the flesh of Mandy’s big tits, a welcome return of the pain for Mandy, who was now a burgeoning masochist (even if she did not yet recognise that fact).

Then Mandy was untied from the bed. The scenario was over. Mandy felt exhausted. All that she wanted to do was to go to her hotel bedroom and sleep. She staggered to her feet.

“I’m keeping the costume.” Catwoman said. “I am a thief, after all. Now get out before I make you a permanent slave – and you really wouldn’t like that, with all the nasty fantasies I have.”

Mandy found herself turned out naked into the hotel corridor, holding only her purse and the card for her hotel room. Her breasts were still red. And there was a line right across the centre of her big tits, from that final stroke of the crop. That would have shown up even if she had been wearing her Power Girl costume.

Mandy hurried to the lift, hoping that she would make it back to her hotel room without encountering anybody else. She didn’t make it. But that is a different story.

The End.