Thread: Cosplay of His Dreams

He nearly freaked when she said she recognized him. How the hell could she possibly recognize him? And then it clicked. She recognized the character and not him. She was seeing Jon Talbain, not him. He smiled to himself. This was all going so perfectly! Again it felt tempting to just offer a date with how she thanked him, but he knew better and he was going to fulfill his fantasies. He said nothing as she thanked him. She was being so sweet, but it wouldn't last if he actually pulled off his outfit. Not that he was unattractive or anything. His large build and masculine facial features seemed to do fine with women. She just couldn't possibly want him. Especially with how much attention she garnered at a place like this. She was very sexy already and when she put on her Lilith outfit, it'd probably leave a lot of these guys going home tonight to have fantasies about her petite figure while they whacked off. It was something he was going to make sure wasn't happening to him tonight. He grabbed her again, much like the first grab, except this time he gave no room to struggle. Quickly he pulled her back between the curtain and finally out of sight of anyone else. His hands poked out of the holes he made in the arms, keeping her body held tight while he produced a strip of cloth. He forcefully shoved it into her mouth and started to wrap it around. It was a little difficult, but with her unable to go anywhere, he had it on quickly. Another moment and he shoved a cloth bag over her head, not allowing her to see a thing and snapped a ball gag over the bag into her mouth before he finally dragged her out the exit. His van was right there and it was a matter of opening the door, tossing her in, tying her up much more securely, a sheet over her, and he was off with her without an issue. He could hear her panicked cries being muffled by her gag while she lay in the back. Every sound made him even more excited. It was a few minutes before the van stopped. A moment of silence before the sliding door was opened and he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. Several steps later and she was dropped into a chair. Her wrists had been tied behind her back and he now tied that knot onto the chair itself. He did the same with her legs, tied together at her ankles. It'd do for now until he had a chance to get her a little more settled in. He took another quick look at her, loving the fact that she was still dressed in her costume. He couldn't help but want to tear open that leotard and fuck her pussy right there, but then he'd need to untie her legs, and she'd kick him, and... He shook his head. It wasn't happening just yet. He took his own costume off now, finishing up taking care of any details. The van was cleaned quickly, in case anything that linked him to that convention could be spotted. Finally he came back and looked at her. Happy with himself, he walked up and pulled the ball gag off, then the bag. And there she was. Her beautiful face looking back at him and a cloth holding her mouth slightly open so she couldn't speak and muffled any sounds she made. Hello, Deanna. He gave a chuckle. I know, you don't know me. I'm Windel. He came closer, leaning down and gently kissing her forehead before stepping back and looking at her again. Don't worry. I know so much about you. And we're going to get very well acquainted.