{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"61bc6323-6b3c-42a5-adbd-4cbe24fd263e","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2025-02-19T13:28:08.32Z","title":"Cosplay","slug":"cosplay","shortId":"g6rOurs6","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A short, short story of a lesbian encounter at a comic-book convention, with light BDSM.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"26f8f702-ee20-4cb6-9a2a-99e3aeba7d6b","title":null,"summary":"\nCosplay\n\n\n\nMandy looked at herself in the\nmirror. She was wearing a Power Girl costume, one which h","wordCount":1780,"readTime":9,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

\nCosplay

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

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

\n\tMandy left the room, quite\naware how flimsy the costume was. Her large nipples seemed to be\ntrying to bore out through the white fabric covering them. She hoped\nthat she wouldn’t sweat, as any liquid on the white fabric would\nprobably make it go see-through, and she had no desire to show off\nall her charms. \n

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

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

\n\tSuddenly Catwoman was\nstanding in front of Power Girl – and Mandy realised that he large\nnipples had hardened in wistful lust for this super-character. \n

\n\t“Hi.” Mandy said,\nthinking that she had to say something.

\n\t“Meow.” Catwoman said,\nglancing at Power Girl’s voluminous chest. “Do you fancy having a\ndrink? We can raid the minibar in my room.”

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

\n\t“Okay.” Power Girl found\nherself saying. \n

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

\n\t“Oh, you mean bad girls in\ncomics.” Power Girl said. \n

\n\t“Do I?”

\n\t“Power Girl isn’t really\na bad girl.” Power Girl said. \n

\n\t“Not on the surface.”\nCatwoman admitted. “She tries to come across all clean cut, like\nSuperman. But I reckon that she has a dirty mind. She has to be, with\nsome of those figure-hugging, revealing costumes she has worn in the\npast. I reckon that she’s secretly very hot. I bet that she’s a\ngoer.”

\n\tPower Girl – Mandy – was\nbeginning to feel a little hot under the collar, despite wearing very\nlittle at all. She needed that drink.

\n\tCatwoman had a suite at the\ntop of the hotel. It was not a cheap room. In fact, it had to be one\nof the costliest in the hotel.

\n\t“How can you afford this?”\nPower Girl blurted out.

\n\t“From all the jewel\nrobberies.” Catwoman said, still playing the part. She looked in\nthe minibar. It had already been a little depleted. “Bourbon or\nvodka?”

\n\t“Er, vodka.”

\n\tCatwoman poured out two\nminiature bottles of vodka into two glasses, and passed one glass to\nPower Girl. Power Girl knocked hers back in one go, then coughed a\nlittle, as the vodka burned the back of her throat.

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\nIt was very hot in that hotel\nroom. Catwoman had the heating on maximum. \n

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

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

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

\n\tCatwoman was now nude. She\nwas very svelte, with not an ounce of excess fat on her slim body.\nShe did not have any piercings, but she did have a small tattoo of a\nblack cat on her shaven pussy. Power Girl finished taking her costume\noff, feeling very self-conscious. This was not the sort of thing\nwhich she normally did. \n

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

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

\n\t“The way that I see it is\nthis…” Catwoman said. “Catwoman has broken into Wayne Manor,\nand stolen the artificial kryptonite which Batman made. She has used\nthat to take away Power Girl’s powers, keeping her no more powerful\nthan an ordinary woman, at least while the kryptonite is near.\nCatwoman has taken Power Girl to her secret lair, and has tied her\nspread-eagled on the bed, so that she can have her way with her, Go\non, then, get on the bed, on you back.”

\n\tStill feeling nervous, Mandy\ngot on the bed, on her back, and spread her arms and legs. She looked\nup to see that the girl had several strands of soft, white rope.

\n\t“Er, I’m not sure about\nthis.” Mandy said.

\n\t“Shut up, or I’ll use\ngold kryptonite on you.” The girl with the riding crop tied Mandy\nin a spread-eagled shape. It was not so tight as to be painful. But\nneither could Mandy slip free from her bonds. She was at the mercy of\nthis young woman.

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

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

\n\t“Ow, ow, ow!” Mandy\ncomplained, as flicks of the crop reddened the skin of her breasts,\nbringing her down from the peak which she had almost reached. And\nthen Catwoman stopped, to begin licking Mandy’s cunt again.\nCatwoman was very skilled with her tongue, better than any of Mandy’s\nboyfriends had been. She knew the areas that a girl liked. The pain\nfrom her breasts forgotten, Mandy again neared what would be a\nwondrous orgasm.

\n\tWHIIIP!\nThe crop impacted,\nagain, on the slopes of Mandy’s big tits. Mandy screamed, but the\ncropping continued, bringing pain to replace the pleasure. But, just\nbefore it did really become torture, Catwoman stopped, and began\nsucking Mandy’s cunt again. \n

\n\tOn and on it went, the\ncropping of the breasts interspersed between the skilled cunnilingus,\nuntil the pleasure and pain seemed to merge into one. And, once\nagain, Mandy neared what would be an exhausting, mind-shattering\norgasm. She was right on the edge.

\n\t“One more stroke.”\nCatwoman said. “One more stroke with the crop, and I want you to\ncum when I hit you.” \n

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

\n\tWhen Mandy’s eyes flickered\nopen there was a pussy with a pussy tattoo above her face. \n

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

\n\tThen Mandy was untied from\nthe bed. The scenario was over. Mandy felt exhausted. All that she\nwanted to do was to go to her hotel bedroom and sleep. She staggered\nto her feet. \n

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

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

\n\tMandy hurried to the lift,\nhoping that she would make it back to her hotel room without\nencountering anybody else. She didn’t make it. But that is a\ndifferent story.

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\nThe End.

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