Thread: Cosplay of His Dreams

He could feel her tremble under his touch. He could feel just how scared she was. For some reason, he imagined she'd be far more worried. Maybe she thought things would turn out just fine. Or she'd get rescued before he could do anything to her. Or this was some fairy tale where she wouldn't be harmed, maybe even fall in love in the end. The thought was pissing him off. Windel walked to a small table not far behind where she sat. An array of tools were spread out on the top. Of them, he grabbed a serrated knife and came back to the girl, still behind her. He brought the knife up in front of her face, a smile on his lips as he showed it to her. I hope you don't think nothing is going to happen to you. He moved the flat of the blade to against her cheek, rubbing the cold steel downward, careful not to cut her. I assure you. Many, many things are going to happen. The knife was quickly flipped in his hand, now pointed downward. The blade was set against the center of her outfit, sliding just inside and then he was carefully cutting away at the black leotard. Deanna. You don't know. A swift jerk, the knife sliding down a little more. You just don't know how much I've wanted this. Another jerk, more material ripping, and the knife moving further down again. How much I've wanted you . The knife jerked again, now cut down to roughly her navel. He moved his head beside her own, kissing her ear. I really want you to enjoy this, Deanna. His other hand moved down over her chest, this time finding it's way inside her sliced open leotard. He pushed the material away, exposing of her breasts before groping her softly. His fingers trailed over the nipple, noting it was hard. For him, he admitted. She was enjoying this and her body wasn't denying the fact. And I know you will. His hand then grasped at her tit hard, wanting to squeeze it until it melded into his hand. He stopped the urge though, letting it go. He had rested the knife against her in this time, still inside her outfit. It was starting to become a problem though. Annoyed now, he focused in getting the leotard open. He forcibly cut the material away, trying not to hurt her, but knowing he did poke her a couple of times in the process. Until finally her was down to her pussy. With a final positioning and jerk, he cut the bottom apart. Her pink tights were fully displayed to him as he now stood in front of her. He dropped the knife on the ground and pushed his hands under the ripped leotard, pushing the material away, leaving it hanging of her elbows, to reveal her whole torso. His arms wrapped around her and he hungrily set his mouth upon her untouched breast. He wanted to be gentle, but his wants to finally use her body at his leisure were easily taking over. He found himself viciously sucking and licking at her skin, especially her nipple. His tongue constantly darting over it before his lips closed around it, sucking as if he'd be rewarded with a further taste pulled from her body. His teeth grazed against her skin, lightly brushing against her nipple before once again sucking. After a moment, he switched over to the other breast, as if desperate to get what the first didn't offer. He continued this, back and forth a few times. It was getting him nowhere near the pleasure he was wanting, but it was satisfying to finally start this journey across her. He was desperate to just fuck her there. To give into what he was so desperately wanting, but he didn't need to just end it so soon. He worked so hard. So hard for her ! And he was going to make sure he got to do every fantasy he had. Deanna. He said, looking up to her eyes. Don't you want me, too? He licked her chest. Don't you want my touch, just like I want to give it to you? His mouth moved along her neck, sucking and kissing her skin. Don't you hunger for me, Deanna? He could see her lips still parted from the gag, not allowing her to speak at all. He took her lower lip into his own mouth, lightly sucking it in before his teeth grazed over the pout she was being forced to give. God, Deanna! I want you so bad! His eyes flicked over her body. Then back to her face. She didn't look happy. She didn't seem to be into him at all. She wouldn't even say a word about being happy! or even look at him with the lust he felt for her. It was pissing him off to think he was doing so much for her and she was not even showing any gratitude! He watched himself pull back his arm and swung his hand at her. The back of his hand firmly struck her across her cheek and temple. He watched with anger as her head was forced to the side, closing in pain. It felt so right, so satisfying to show how mad she was that she didn't appreciate him. He reached down and gripped her chin. Damn it, Deanna! What's wrong with you? He asked, firmly grasping her jaw and forcing her eyes to match him. Why won't you be happy with me? Why won't you accept me and realize I'm so much better than those freaks you hang out with at those conventions? He back handed her again, this time with more resolve and power. His other hand held her face steady, however, allowing the blow to connect so much more firmly. So much more satisfyingly! It doesn't matter. I'm gonna be happy, Deanna. And if you aren't going to be happy too, that's your own problem. He shoved her face back, forcing her body to push into the chair more. Clearly I shouldn't even bother worrying about you. He left her at her chair for a moment. After some noise out of her sight, he came back and untied her paired wrists from the chair. Then he moved to her ankles, started to untie them. Don't you fucking fight me, Deanna! Don't even try. Once the knot was loosened, he grasped her legs by the knees and with the other hand finished untying her from the chair. As soon as she was untied, he lifted her up over his shoulder and carried her over to a bed that was in the corner. He carefully sat her on the bed. Don't do anything stupid. He reminded her. I'll hurt you like you wouldn't believe if you don't fucking listen, Deanna. His voice was laced with anger and he got behind her on the bed and starting to undo her wrists. Once loosed, he quickly pushed her down to laying on the bed and force both of her hands together in front of her. He grasped a set of cuffs and put them on her wrists, holding the center of the with one hand while he got pulled her to standing from the bed, noting that her ankles were still together tightly so she couldn't walk. He was thankful she was so small. He damn near towered over her, at 6ft over her 4'10 plus boots for them both. It made it easier to handle her and with her meager frame vs his, easily twice her weight, it was a pitiful sight to even imagine her trying to fight him. Still, he didn't like the idea of her hurting him somehow. He lifted her up at her waist, still holding her wrists with his other hand, and brought her toward a dangling chain. At the end of it was a closing hook. It took a few tries, but he was able to feed the cuff's connection into the hook and now she was standing with her arms straight over her head, nearly flat on her feet with her boots. It was perfect. She was perfect. Her tattered outfit wasn't, however. Windel quickly set to work cutting her leotard off her body and tossing it away. He then knelt down and untied her ankles. He again was careful, watching for her having a chance to kick him. At any movement, he was grasping at her legs, but refused to give her a chance to overcome him. Not like she would have a chance to run off in her position anyway. It wasn't long before her ankles were free. He quickly took hold of one leg, pulling it to the side, and sliding her boot off forcefully. Then the other boot. And finally he slid her tights off her hips, her panties coming with them. In a curiosity, he stopped both at her ankles, acting as their own binds. And now she was on her tip toes, just to keep the pressure off her wrists. Fucking beautiful, Deanna. He admired the view. Her wrists were held straight up, slightly extending above his eye level. Her body was lengthened by her own weight, making her look elongated and thinner than she already was. Her leg muscles were taunt, trying to hold her small frame up, bracing on the balls of her feet. She damned near looked like a ballerina that was stopped in the middle of a stance. Except completely nude except her ankles. Not looking at all like she was concentrating on dancing. Beautiful... He admired his own work, just as much as her fully exposed body. As if to congratulate her on a job well done, he came up to her and slapped her ass. A fierce grin was on his face as he looked at her in her position. I wish you could be happy about this, Deanna. His lips moved to her neck, kissing gently. I know I'm happy. His arms slid around her waist, hugging her nude body against his button up shirt and slacks. His several day stubble pressing against the side of her neck as he did so. I'm really happy. He hugged her tighter. He finally let her go, standing before her as he watched her face, wishing she'd smile for him. Then reminding himself that she couldn't muster that with her gag. At least he could read her eyes, though.