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  To that end she wandered to panels. She saw two of the men who made her favorite cartoon series, as they came every year. She wandered about the Hall of Stars, looking at the famous people but never stopping to speak. Once she'd slept with some B-rate actor from a sci fi show that she'd been a fan of. He'd been terrible in bed and she'd been soured on the idea of starfucking.

  She wandered into a few costuming panels, though quickly thought better of the idea. There was certainly good information there, but she simply didn't want to be packed in like sardines. Everyone believed they could be good at costuming, yet they never bothered to put forth the effort to actually practice and learn.

  The day whittled away until finally it was evening and time for another set of costume contests. This particular one was for anime characters, so she knew she'd fit in. She had not entered the contest for several reasons, though the predominant one was that it would interfere with her hunt.

  She took a seat it the back, where she would not be pressed by the mass of people. There were a few scattered individuals around, most notably a fellow sitting behind her and three over. She turned around to him before it started and offered him a big, silly grin just like her character would.

  He too was dressed as an anime character, one that she recognized as a young warrior corrupted by evil. Though they were not from the same series, the setting was similar enough that it could be compatible. She just had to convince him of the same.

  “Hi! Osamu, right?” she gushed.

  He too was in character already and he narrowed his eyes. “What of it?” His fingers trailed down to the blade he held in his lap. Of course the sword was blunted, no true weapons were allowed at the con, but the simple movement made her nether regions tighten.

  She blushed. “I just... I was by myself and I thought that maybe you'd want to watch the festivities with me. That's all.” Her voice was pitched higher than her normal speaking voice, in deference to the role she was playing. She turned back to face forward, exaggerating her disappointment.

  He offered no response. In front of them, the announcer came out and began his spiel about the participants and prizes. She did not look back the hook was baited already. Five minutes later she felt the air change, and he'd taken the chair one down from her. His voice was gruff, uncomfortable. Exactly right for the character. “Suppose we might as well be alone together.”

  Inwardly she chuckled. Outwardly she flashed a brilliant smile. So they began an evening of pretending to be others while watching the show itself.

  “What do they call you?” He finally asked.

  “Oh, I'm Mariko. I'm just taking a break from studying for my exams.” She pushed her glasses back on her nose to exaggerate the point. “And you, Osamu, why do you carry around that blade?”

  He glanced down to the weapon in his lap. “Ah, protection.” He pushed his straight brown hair behind an ear. She saw then it was longer than his shoulders. He began to relax a bit, and she realized that under his own warrior clothing, he was a fairly attractive man. Once again she felt the tightening.

  So they watched the contest, and he relaxed further. He began speaking more than one or two word sentences to her. She even caught him laughing once or twice. Since they were so far back in the auditorium they were able to quietly speak without bothering the rest of the audience. Of course, it wasn't terribly intimate as most of these contests were extremely riotous. The crowd had clear favorites and didn't mind making them known.

  But he'd relaxed enough that he was actually laying one arm across the back of the chair that was between them. His other was still on the hilt of his sword, but she had to assume that was only part of his acting. He was a puzzle, as he'd not tried to make any sort of move on her. She knew she was displaying all the signals.

  But they kept chatting amiably as the contest ended and the rest of the crowd cleared out. They were enjoying each other's company so much that they didn't realize that the next people to use the room was a band. They began playing and the audience who'd just been let in swarmed to the front. The lights dimmed. Still, he'd done nothing but chat with her since they'd come in.

  It was of course possible that he was gay. It was also possible that he simply wasn't attracted to her. Yet she suspected something else. When the lights were fully dimmed and they sat in a near dark auditorium, she slid into the seat between them.

  He got very quiet then. Suddenly he seemed to realize that his arm was now around her back. He awkwardly pulled it down and back into his lap. His other hand was clutching his sword in a death grip.

  “What's wrong?” She asked tilting her head to the side. She dared more. She placed her delicate hand upon his stubbly cheek and turned his head to face her. His eyes did not meet hers.

  “Is something wrong with me?” She asked, confused. He shook his head and pulled away from her touch. She sighed and pulled her hands into her lap, trying to figure out what her next step should be.

  “Alright then. I had a very nice time chatting with you.” She began to walk away, moving past him. She felt his gaze go straight to her rear and her extremely short skirt. His hand darted out and grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her back.

  “Don't go.” He said, tightening his grip on her wrist. She felt her breathing quicken.

  She waited for several moments as he kept the vice like grip on her wrist, but he said nothing further.

  “You will have to elaborate or I'm going to find something else to do.” Or someone, she thought.

  He took a deep breath and nodded. He pulled her down to the chair next to him. Both of them had dropped their characters. “Look, you are extremely beautiful, OK? Intimidatingly so. But I'm not... practiced.”

  She smiled at the compliment, but then went straight to frowning at his next statement. “Oh, you are a virgin?” she asked, curiously.

  He nodded. “At twenty-four. Yeah.”

  Three years younger than her. The poor fellow. Still, it was just another layer of excitement for her. “Well I won't push you. I understand that you probably want to be with someone you are in love with, or that you intend to marry.”

  His eyes shot to hers and he laughed then. “No, no, that's not the problem. I just... my fantasies are pretty... um.... dark.”

  Inwardly she laughed. Obviously he had no idea that she had spent two nights ago in ropes while being taken and the night before in a stockade.

  “I love darkness. The darker the better. The more deviant and debauched the better.” She lay her hand upon his thigh. He did not flinch away.

  “I doubt it. I don't think anyone would want to do what I have in mind.”

  She frowned, wondering if it would cross one of her few limits. Still she had to know. “Tell me your darkest fantasy.” She squeezed her hand against his thigh, encouragingly.

  He took a deep breath and adjusted his sword again, looking for the words. He looked down, ashamed.

  “I want my first time to be with a woman who is either drunk, drugged, or asleep. I want to be in complete control. Maybe she doesn't even know I'm there. I can do whatever I want to her body without her knowing.”

  She grew silent for a long moment. The “sleep creep” fantasy had been one of hers for a long time. She never thought she'd find someone who wanted to do it though, especially not in the way that she never slept with someone twice.

  He kept going. “But no woman wants that. No woman would be alright with being taken and used in such a way. She would never know and couldn't truly enjoy it.”

  He had no idea. Her mind was racing. He took her silence for condemnation. “So you see, as beautiful as you are and as excited as I would be to lose myself to you, I just can't.”

  She finally broke into a grin.

  “How do you feel about video cameras?” she asked.

  CHAPTER 3

  Sunday dawned bright and new. Her body felt relaxed and refreshed. It was unexpected. She didn't even feel grungy like she expected to.

  The soreness of the pa
st few days had faded away. In fact she felt as good as she had the first day she'd arrived. That only meant she'd be up to new and more depraved activities that evening.

  There was another matter to attend to first. Laying on her bedside table was a DVD, a rose and a note. She brought the rose to her nose and breathed it in, sighing deeply. Then she picked up the note.

  “My Dearest Mariko. You are an amazing woman, inside and out. And I should know, I've investigated every inch.” She laughed softly at that.

  “I thank you for allowing me to live my fantasy. It was beyond what I could have hoped for. You will see when you watch the video.” She grinned at the DVD that lay next to her.

  “You have given me the confidence to find a woman for myself. Now I understand that there are women who share my dark desires, I need only seek them out and I can find the love that I so desperately crave.” She let her fingertips run along the bud of the rose, thinking about him. “My only regret is that you are not that woman. If ever you changed your mind about wanting something permanent, you need only seek me out. I would move the heavens to be with you forever.

  “Remember me always, as your devoted servant, Osamu.”

  She sighed deeply. This was why she disliked virgins as a general rule, they were often too clingy for her tastes. Also, many would be more interested in enjoying their first time more than fulfilling any sort of dark fantasy. But he was hung up on the fantasy more than the experience itself. That had changed her mind and let her go through with it.

  Of course, she still wasn't sure what she'd gone through with. She pushed the DVD into her laptop and pushed play.

  He had begun filming even before she'd taken the drug. She was not a user in general, she felt that alcohol did enough for her that it was not worth it to dabble in the beyond. However, it was necessary for this fantasy. Of course, he had no idea who might have the pill so she had to reach out to her own connections.

  When she finally found a dealer and asked for only the one dose, he gave her a strange look. He said that she should not need to dose any man, and that if she was having any issues he'd be happy to stand in for someone. She grinned and shook her head and reminded him of the kidnapping fantasy they'd lived out two years ago. She also reminded him of her rule to only sleep with a man once. Dejected, he gave her the pill for free provided she explain what she would use it for.

  Back up in Osamu's room, they'd been simply sitting around, watching the convention television and the funny commercials that went along with it. They both had a couple of drinks before she asked him if he was ready. He nodded and she slipped the pill into her mouth.

  Emi's breathing quickened in excitement. She knew this was where the real fun was to begin. In the video she had just finished her drink when she became drowsy. Still in her perfectly tight school girl uniform, her head began to nod, her eyes began to close. She'd jerk back up to watch more TV, fighting it. Then it would happen again. Osamu's eyes had left the television watching her intently. She could see even through the fuzziness of the camera that he was straining against his pants.

  A long five minutes went by and she did not jerk back awake again. He turned off the television and quietly rose to his feet. She had slumped over in the chair, her glass turned sideways. He picked it up and set it on the table. He snapped his fingers in front of her face twice to no reaction. Then he shook her. She did not rouse. He shook her once more, harder, and she mumbled something in her sleep. Whatever he saw there was enough for him.

  Perhaps he was afraid that it would wear off quickly. Perhaps he simply knew it was going to be a long evening. Whatever went through his head he pulled himself from his pants first instead of undressing her. He was already rock hard, his length impressive though she could not tell how wide he might be. Instead he simply stood over her. She was fully clothed still and at his mercy. He stroked himself from above her, slowly, as he tried not to release immediately. She could tell that he was having difficulty.

  It was unexpected, but he stayed in his character while he stroked himself. He began to talk to her.

  “That's right bitch. You've always been so haughty, so smart. You've always been so much better than everyone else. Too good to fuck someone like me, huh?” He kicked her legs apart and stood between them. He continued to stroke himself, the head of his dick less than an inch from her pillowy lips.

  “Now you're mine. I'll take your virginity and you won't even know.” He laughed cruelly at that and reached down, grabbing a hold of her jaw. He forced it open and held it there while he used his other hand to guide his dick in between her red lips. Just the head slid into her mouth and he shuddered, trying to keep from exploding inside of her. The man had willpower.

  He pulled out and looked to the ceiling for a long moment. He was trying to embrace himself in anger instead of excitement or he'd not be able to last. Finally when he looked back down at her rag doll form, she could see the rage emanating off of him. “You will never again turn me down once I've fucked you in every possible way.”

  He shoved his dick back into her mouth, shoving several inches down and stopping. She could tell he'd hit the back of her throat through the video, though he still had quite a lot that had not passed her lips. It was too much. Though he was claiming in character that it was her first time, it was clearly his. He pumped wildly into her mouth, face fucking her. He had to hold her face up to get a good angle, she was unable to do anything to help.

  Finally with a bestial groan, he exploded into the back of her throat. He kept pumping as he groaned, spray after spray coating her insides until finally it was too much and began to roll out of her lips even though he was still buried deep inside her mouth. It was just too much for her to hold onto, especially out cold.

  Breathing heavily he collapsed back into the bed, his dick still rock hard even after it's orgasm. He lay all the way back one arm over his face, his dick still throbbing below. When he finally recovered enough that he was no longer gasping for breath, he stood and walked to the bathroom to fetch a towel. He came back wiping himself up then tucking himself back in, hard or no. Then he roughly ran the towel over her lips, cleaning up his semen from her face. He collapsed back into his chair, staring at her prone form and pouring another drink.

  CHAPTER 4

  Soon enough he'd caught his second wind. He knew he had several more hours with this helpless girl and he intended to take full advantage. So he moved to where she'd fallen back after he'd fucked her face, her head laying listlessly to the side.

  He was strong, she was small. And she was all his. He grabbed her around the waist and tossed her onto the bed.

  “That's right you haughty cunt. Let's find out what you look like under all those whore clothes.” He pushed her up so that only her knees were dangling off the bed, then straddled her. He slowly began unbuttoning her shirt but not pulling it apart.

  “I can't wait to see those fresh tits. No one's ever touched them, never sucked on them. And as far as you'll know, no one ever has.”

  When he reached the last button he roughly jerked her shirt apart. He did pause then, staring down at her breasts. They were straining against the bra she'd worn, two sizes too small to handle her actual breasts. It had been her plan to keep them looking smaller so that she might come off as younger.

  He did not seem to mind this surprise. Instead he ran his fingers along the edges of each, finally grabbing one in his large hand and squeezing. “Who knew you were hiding such bounty, little bitch?” He smacked one of her breasts then, causing the other to bounce. She had a small sound escape her lips.

  He found the front unhook on the bra and snapped it open. When it popped loose, so did her large pale mounds. Again he was unmoving, transfixed by the breasts that were his and his alone. He smacked the other again, watching the both of them jiggle. Then he turned his attention to her small pink nipples.

  These he found fascinating. He began to pull at one and make it stand up while mounding her other breast. He pinched one h
ard, causing her sleeping form to react and make yet another sound. He seemed to like that, so he kept going. He squeezed cruelly at her chest, watching her intently. Whenever she would cry out in her sleep, that he would keep doing.

  He was too excited by the topless woman and her mammoth mammories. He pulled himself free once again.

  “I've always wanted to do this..” he began and shoved himself between her breasts. He was long, but she was very well equipped for this sort of activity. He pushed her chest closer together and slid his length between, over and over. He kept his hands tightly on her breasts and rubbed her nipples with his thumbs as he slammed between them over and over. Having exploded so recently, she knew he'd take his time with this one. He stared intently at her face as he took her breasts.

  “No!” He shouted, all of a sudden. He dropped her breasts. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself. “No. I want to take you. I want your first time to be mine.” He took one more longing look at her breasts and then moved off of her.