Cosplay, Cons, and Non Con [MF] [non-con]

The following is a work of fiction.

I was working as a cosplay photographer at a well-known anime convention. Not one that wanders around, but one that has their own private room and mini studio where I can get all the angles and lighting, that both the client and I want. It was towards the end of the con weekend, and business had died down quite a bit, though I still had a few clients booked for that day. I was about halfway through them when my next client came in, dressed as Lightning from Final Fantasy XIII.

Instantly we recognized each other. She was one of my ex’s roommates from college, and I was actually friends with her for a while before my ex and I broke up. We went to past cons together and she always dressed as Lightning or some other complex characters. She was a damn good cosplayer too; her stuff always looked professional. She was kind of a know-it-all bitch, but was often super wrong about basic things.

“Woah what’re you doing here?” I had to ask. I hadn’t seen her in a long time and this con was pretty far out of the way for her.

“I could ask you the same,” she was equally puzzled. “I didn’t know you were the photographer I had booked. Didn’t you move to a different city?”

“Yeah, but I do this kind of as part-time work and also for fun. It gets me to travel a bit and I get to practice my photography on real people.”

She sort of chuckled at the absurdity of the meeting. “I came here because I’ve been getting some cool deals with cosplay actually. It’s starting to turn into a career of sorts.” She started towards the set-up in the back of the room.

I wasn’t exactly surprised. Like I had said, she was talented. She seemed like way less of a bitch than she had previously though.

“So can I get a discount then? I remember you being kind of mediocre at taking pictures in college, and I am a friend of yours.”

Nevermind she was still a bitch.

I thought for a moment. “I can’t really do much of a discount. I paid a lot to be here, and I kinda need the money for loans and shit.”

“Some friend you are. Why are people even wasting their money on you? Just give me the discount. I paid a lot to be here too and I can’t afford to give you everything.”

I was already sick of her attitude, when I realized how alone we were. A compromise ran through my head. It didn’t seem like she knew about the revenge sex I had with her roommate several years ago, so I had no reason to suspect she’d think I would try this deal out. I walked to the door she had left open and closed it, locking it. When I looked back at her, she was on her phone, completely ignoring me.

“Ready to start.” I declared, walking to the tripod and camera. I took the camera off, hung it around my neck, and quickly changed some settings.

“Bout time. Make these good.”

Around 10 or so minutes later, we had some pretty good poses, showing off the armor, the weapons, and her outfit in general. But now, there were some other pictures I wanted that I’d have to coerce her some about.

“Okay, those are pretty much good. I can send those to you in a couple of weeks all edited.”

“Cool,” she replied, clearly uninterested. “Then we done here? I wanna see if there’s other photographers available for more.”

“Not quite yet. You still gotta pay me.” I gently set my camera down on the floor.

“We’re doing free for the discount.”

“No.”

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “I can pay you later. But half-price.”

“I don’t think you understand that I’m not really interested in the money or your shitty attitude anymore.” I took a step closer towards her. She leaned away but looked looked at me. I could almost see her starting to understand what I had meant, but I figured I should say it regardless.

“Maybe if you please me enough, I’ll give you the photos for free. You can start with your mouth.” She was speechless for a moment, staring at me to see if I was serious. Then her face turned somewhat dismissive.

“You know I don’t date friends, so th-,”

“I’m not your friend and I don’t want to date you,” I quickly corrected her. “I want you to pay what you owe me, and if you won’t pay me with money, then you’re going to pay with your bitchy holes. And at this point I’m starting to consider not giving you a choice in the matter.”

“Yeah whatever dude,” she laughed. “I’m fuckin outta’ here.” She began to get up off of the studio stool, when I rushed towards her, grabbing her by the throat with both of my hands. I had her pinned against the pink backdrop, lifting her off the ground, her arms flailing and grasping at my hands. Itonly made me squeeze tighter. Her voice was cracked and weak as she tried to spit out any form of protest. I watched her eyelids try to stay open as they began to flutter. Her movements became slower. Heavier. More labored.

Just when I thought she was about to pass out, I dropped her to the floor with a heavy thud. She didn’t move at all. I became worried for a moment that she actually did pass out. That would be an issue because I had other clients today that I booked, and I can’t hide her in this room, and I definitely don’t need her coming out in the middle of a shoot. Thankfully, her arm moved a bit, which gave me enough relief to stop caring.

My cock was straining against my pants, eager to be inside of this dumb bitch. I decided this was a good time to grab my camera. Once I had it, I hurridly undid the bizarre buckles and zipper that held her jacket and sweater together. Her ample tits fell out of her cosplay. I had to guess wearing the outfit was warm and complex enough, she probably didn’t want to bother with a bra. I snapped a quick picture. She began to stir a bit more, moving her legs a bit. Her breasts looked nice enough that part of me couldn’t resist touching and licking them. That was the only real compliment I’d probably ever give her. My tongue wrapped around her nipple, and I enjoyed sucking on them for a few moments. I made sure to give a couple of hard bites as well, which illicited a very tiny groan from her. Once I was satisfied enough, I sucked on her skin below her collar bone, as well as on her breasts. I left four dark hickeys on her: two on her left breast, one on her right, and another in plain view of her collar.

I took a couple more photos while I had the chance. She had started to come to, but was still very slow. I took the opportunity to push her leather skirt up revealing her light blue panties. My hands grabbed the thin fabric, and pulled hard, completely tearing the useless garment into pieces. Her pussy was in full view. It was somewhat unshaven, but not too much. I could tell she was very dry of course, but it didn’t matter. More photos.

“What the fuck,” she muttered, clearly putting a great deal of effort into speaking. I kneeled down next to her and showed her a photo on the back of my camera.

“I’m just getting some insurance, to make sure you don’t go crying about me to someone,” I put bluntly. “Because if you do, I’ll make sure everyone sees these. And I won’t just post them once. I’ll be sure to repost them every few months so they never forget about you. Do you understand me?”

“You fucking sicko..”

I lurched forward and grabbed her cheeks, pulling her gaze towards me. “Say you understand or I will do worse than just rape you.” Her mouth started to form some snippy comeback, but she wisely thought better of it.

“Fine…I get it…” She murmered.

“Good,” I released my grip and sat up on my knees. I reached into my nearby backpack and pulled out some lube that I kept on me, just in case I met a cute girl at the con that I wanted. She was a little too feisty in my opinion, not as easy to break as her old roommate, so I had decided against her sucking me off. The last thing I wanted was going home without a dick. I undid my pants and pulled them down slightly, releasing my stuff cock. Her head turned and looked, her eyes bulging out of her head a bit.

“Oh fuck no fuck that” she stammered, starting to sit up, finally lucid once again. “There’s no fucking way that’s going inside of me.” It took everything in me to not choke her out again, this time knocking her unconscious. But I restrained myself. I stood up when she did, poured a bit of lube into my hand, and began to stroke myself with it.

She started towards the exit. “You’re fucking crazy get the fuck away from me,” she yelled. It was kind of fun watching her think she could leave that easily. I quickly ran next to her, grabbed her by the hair and dragged her back to the backdrop. She was grabbing my arm and trying to pull it away, yelling all the while, but to no avail. Suddenly, her head connected with the wall with a thud, as I pulled one of her legs up and over my shoulder. She yelped, even though I knew she was flexible. Even more bullshit coming from her mouth. Maybe I should have just shoved a cock in there to keep a quiet. Instead I shoved my lubed up cock inside of her rejecting pussy.

All of her breath left her at once, and she uttered no sounds besides an exasperated groan. Releasing her head, I quickly took pictures of her reactions. If only I could post those on my wall at home. I used my weight to keep her pushed against the wall, her bruised tits swinging as I relentlessly plowed into her. Each thrust, her breath escaped her, almost as though I was choking her once more. She had finally shut the fuck up.

And then she started to cry. God damnit. She couldn’t be quiet for one fucking second.

“Stop…please oh…no stop…this isn’t how…” She struggled to catch her breath. I grabbed her throat and squeezed, forcing her to look at me.

“This isn’t how what you fucking cunt?” I growled. She was disrupting my fun, though I did enjoy seeing her cry.

“I didn’t want…to lose my…virginity like this
…”

Oh fucking bingo. That made me all the harder and fuck her all the faster. Her bitchy demeanor really was a god damn man repellent, and she had been a virgin all this time. How fucking pathetic. I couldn’t help but laugh a bit in her face.

“Then you’re welcome for this,” I spit in her face. Her tears came harder and faster, until she was ugly crying. I took another couple of pictures, both of her face and of her vulnerable hole.

All of a sudden, her knee began to give out. She started to slide to the floor. I didn’t care what happened; I was not pulling out until I fucking came, so I followed her down, fucking her all the way. She ended up laying back on the floor. Now she had stopped crying, and she just had this emotionless expression with these hopeless eyes.

Perfection.

I snapped a picture of her face. This is the face I love to see when they break, realizing there’s nothing that they can do to stop this. I tried to slam into her as hard as I could, to see if I could get any sort of reaction out of her, but she gave me nothing. Too bad I couldn’t pack her up and bring her home with me. As it was, she would make a good Fleshlight at home forwhenever I’d have to get off. She wasn’t so bad when she wasn’t making noise.

Soon enough though, I was done with her. The struggle is the most fun, as much as I love when the sluts break. This girl was pretty easy though. I adjusted my position a bit so her used hole would hit the most sensitive parts of my cock. I could feel myself tighten up as I tried to hold my cum as long as I could. I wanted to empty myself inside of her, because I knew from college that she was infertile. However, I had a better idea. I set my camera to video mode and started recording.

I kept going and going, getting closer and closer to release, until I knew I couldn’t hold it back any longer. Frantically, I pulled out of her ruined pussy and shot a load onto her home-made cosplay. I tried to aim for all the parts that looked hard to make or expensive. Soon, she was absolutely covered. There was no way that she would be able to walk through the convention center without attracting a lot of attention. Maybe she’d get lucky and another con attendee would take pity on her and bring her to their room to get changed, just so they too could rape her.

Of course with that, I stopped recording and took some very nice photos of my hard work. I got up and fixed my pants. She was still, but now she was just looking up at me. I hoped I had ruined cons and cosplays for her at the very least. That would be icing on the cake. I grabbed her by her collar and lifted her to her feet. Both of her breasts and her now soiled hole were out for all to see, she had cum all over her outfit and a bit in her face and tits, and her pink wig was tangled and had a big glob in it. I lead her to the door like that and opened it. I pushed her out into the bustling hallway of the convention center. She turned around and looked at me, eyes wide with fear, almost expecting me to do something about the situation she was about to be in. I have her some parting words.

“Remember our deal.” With that, I slammed the door in her face and locked it.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/an7slz/cosplay_cons_and_non_con_mf_noncon

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