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Agent Katie attends her first ‘RP-Con’ as Black Canary…
and the ‘villains’ there want to take role-playing at the con just a little too seriously!!
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Agent Katie stood outside the convention center’s doors and took a breath to collect herself. Not too deep of a breath, because too deep and her breasts would pop right out of her bustier. Even a shallow breath made them jiggle before coming to rest with her nipples barely in the cups.
At least focusing on keeping her boobs contained was distracting her from how the thong-back of her bodysuit was cleaving up between her fishnet-clad butt cheeks. She was pretty sure the taxi driver left her short of the entrance so he could watch her ass wiggle toward the door – along with all the other convention attendees walking toward the gates who stopped to check her out.
Agent Katie was a little anxious about attending her first ever RP-Con. She’d been to a Comic-Con a couple times before, had even cosplayed as Black Canary once before. But RolePlay Con was different – here, attendees expected participants to STAY in character. And registered participants who were roleplaying allies or enemies were expected to act as such.
That meant if Agent Katie encountered any of Black Canary’s villains or foils, they might try to fight or capture her. Dressed as she was in the snug leather catsuit/bustier, the tall leather boots and fitted leather jacket, and the eye-catching fishnets – she’d have a target on her back.
Or her butt.
Which, on any given weekend, could turn into a LOT of sexy kinky fun. But that wasn’t her main goal in attending. One of her good artist friends was also attending, and they had agreed to meet up. Jonathan, aka ‘Jonut 21,’ would be showcasing his art and sketching commissions at the convention, and he’d promised to draw her modeling her Black Canary costume.
Once Agent Katie entered the hall, the leers and stares increased dramatically. Phones and cameras were aimed in her direction and began clicking away in earnest. Agent Katie blushed, but she wasn’t surprised. She’d expected to garner a fair amount of attention, especially from a convention crowd. And she had to admit, she did enjoy their curiosity – to a certain degree.
The girl at check-in smiled sweetly. “Ah yes,” she said as she checked Katie’s ticket. “I have an envelope for you.” She gave Agent Katie’s costume a once over – and blushed, biting her lip.
“Thank you,” Agent Katie replied politely. Inside the envelope was a note:
“Hey, jiggly one, it’s your favorite cabin boy / mad scribbler. Looking forward to finally seeing you in the flesh. I saved you a barstool in the corner – J da CB.”
Agent Katie grinned and a hint of blush crossed her cheeks. She was finally going to meet her friend in person – and find out what he looked like in real life! Then she noticed a post-script.
“P.S. The Greebs heard you were coming, and they’re more geeked than usual – keep an eye out, the little stinkers are everywhere, and ready to role-play ya…”
Agent Katie grinned wryly. She should have figured on that. Now she was even a little more self-conscious of her outfit – those little Greebs got more handsy the more flesh they could see.
“Excuse me, miss,” Agent Katie asked the reception girl again, tearing the girl’s eyes away from the front of Katie’s bustier. “Can you tell me where the booth for Jonut21 is?”
“Uhh…yes, yes of course,” the girl stammered. She placed a map of the RP-Con convention floor on the table between them. “We are here…” she said, drawing an ‘X’ by the doors. “Aaaand his booth is…let’s see…” Her pen traveled to the diametric opposite end of the map. “Here’s the main stage…here’s the participant lounge off to the side…the bar…” she drew another ‘x’ right beside the rows of tall bar tables. “First booth on the wall next to the lounge.”
Agent Katie chuckled. “Literally, a stool in the corner.” She surveyed the distance between the two ‘x’ marks and looked up to see the far corner of the convention hall. “And I have to navigate the entire conference to get there…” Her gaze lowered to the dozen or so staring patrons and their camera lenses. “And wannabe villains and henchmen as far as the eye can see between.”
Agent Katie sighed and began to make her way onto the RP-Con floor. She barely made it ten paces before a young guy in street clothes asked if he could take a selfie with her. “Sure,” she said, amiably, and struck a pose while the guy sidled up, slipping his other hand around her waist. Right away she felt his hand land on the fishnet stockings over her nearly bare butt.
“Watch it…” she muttered, pinching his wrist as painfully as she could and pulling it off her ass.
“Thanks!” he exclaimed, showing no shame for being caught fondling her butt. Agent Katie looked up to see several more attendees, some in costume and some not, crowding closer to get their picture taken as well. She didn’t see any villains, nor Greebs, so she patiently agreed.
A half hour later, Agent Katie hadn’t made it more than forty yards into the RP-Con hall – and had at least two hundred yards to go. Worse, she’d already seen a woman dressed as Huntress watching and staring, two Harley Quinns, and a leering sixty-year-old balding Green Arrow with a paunch – she didn’t want to know what HE wanted to role-play.
And she was pretty sure she’d seen a couple Greeblies skulking about, too. “Hoo-boy, what have I gotten myself into?” she muttered as she tried to plot a path of escape.
Just then an arm landed across her shoulders with a swirl of black cape. A slender woman in a form-fitting black catsuit appeared beside her, a few stray curls of red hair peeking from the woman’s cowl. “Hey, Dinah!” the woman said cheerily. “You look like you could use a rescue.”
Agent Katie took a second look at the woman’s half-covered face, the familiar green eyes sparkling through the mask. “Emily…Agent M?” she asked, recognizing the quartermaster from the Agents of S.P.A.N.K.
“Agent M?” the woman said questioningly with a wink. “My name’s Babs, silly, and ‘Batgirl’ is ready to help ‘Black Canary’ get through this gauntlet of greedy gropers gracefully.”
Agent Katie grinned. “Just in the nick of time, too. Totally forgot my combo bat-signal/stun-gun.”
‘Batgirl’ took ‘Black Canary’ by the arm, and escorted her through the crowd. “Sorry boys,” she said, brushing a few more selfie-seekers aside. “No pictures, we’re on an important mission!”
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With Agent M’s help, Agent Katie was able to better navigate the maze of RP-Con booths and attractions. A couple times they had to make abrupt turns to avoid a notorious ‘villain’ or overly attentive ‘ally’ eager to ‘roleplay’ with them. ‘Perhaps tomorrow I can linger and have some roleplay fun,’ Agent Katie mused to herself. ‘But today I want to get to modeling for Jonathan!’
Still, Agent Katie couldn’t help feeling they were being watched and followed. Agent M cut down an aisle between blocks of booths giving access to the backside of the curtain-covered cubicles.
Agent Katie’s suspicions were confirmed when three figures moved into the far end of the access alley. Agent M stopped and turned the other way – and three more figures appeared in the direction from which they’d just come. Just as Agent Katie was looking to Agent M for direction, one of the blue curtains behind them parted.
“EEEP!” Squeaked Agent M. Agent Katie saw burly arms and a bulky body grab Emily and drag her between the curtains. Just as she was about to reach for Emily, a strong arm encircled her waist and large hand clamped over her mouth – and then she was being dragged backward, too!
Agent Katie twisted and squirmed, trying to break out of the grip of her assailant. Her breasts took the opportunity to break out of her corset, too – distracting her from attempts to fight back. The other figures from the alley poured into the gap to join the men holding the agents.
More arms grasped Agent Katie around her thighs, lifting her off the ground and pinning her legs together. Beside her, another assailant was grabbing Agent M the same way. Then both agents were being carried through a different gap in the curtains.
They emerged to see bright lights and a crowd surrounding a large booth on the main aisle. A hawker on a microphone was speaking to the gathered attendees, getting them fired up.
“Ah, excellent! My men have found two more volunteers to help demonstrate how WE here at ‘Henchmen ‘R’ Us’ can help with all of your henchman needs, including heroine procurement!”
Stunned, Agent Katie looked around the booth to find posters and images extolling the value of hiring ‘freelance henchmen’ from their ‘carefully curated network of spies, goons and thugs.’
“It seems my men have found a Black Canary and a Batgirl roaming around, no doubt meddling in villain affairs. Now as we all know, you must keep your Black Canary well gagged or she’ll let loose with her annoying shrieks.” He walked over to Agent Katie carrying a bright blue ball gag.
The hawker leaned close to Agent Katie’s face and hissed, “open up and don’t scream, and I’ll help put your tits back in your corset. Fight me, and I’ll let the crowd grope ‘em.”
Agent Katie rolled her eyes and sighed, then nodded. When the henchman took his hand away, she opened her mouth so the hawker could quickly pop the gag in. “Look at how that blue color complements her eyes!” he told the crowd. “At Henchmen ‘R’ Us, we pay attention to details! Just look at how that bright yellow one matches the accents in Batgirl’s logo!”
Then, as promised, he grabbed a handful of Agent Katie’s tit-flesh and tucked it inside the cup of her bustier. He was kind enough to block the crowd’s view of her chest while he finished, to the groans and dismay of the onlookers. “Now, now,” he told them. “We also make a good faith effort to protect a heroine’s dignity. But now, let’s let our henchmen demonstrate their rope skills.”
Other men from the alley stepped forward with ropes to wrap tightly around both agents’ ankles. “Wahh uh oootsh,” Agent Katie mumbled through the gag, hoping the ropes wouldn’t leave creases in her expensive high-heeled boots. “Ohhn’t ipp uh ishhehth,” she added when more coarse rope tugged at the fishnet stockings as her thighs were bound together.
When both agents’ legs were well bound, they were both set on their feet so that henchmen could go to work binding their wrists behind them. “Our henchmen are skilled at binding heroines securely without damaging them too badly,” he told the crowd, “and we’ll even guarantee against them escaping from our ropes – can’t have them squirming free and kicking your ass, can we?”
As if to emphasize the ‘securely’ part, the henchmen pinned the agent’s arms to their sides with more coils of ropes above and below their breasts. That actually gave Agent Katie a little more sideboob coverage as her leather jacket was pinched to the sides of her chest, but they also framed the front of her breasts which were again threatening to pop out of the bustier. Poor Agent Emily’s modest chest was even more obviously emphasized by cinched ropes over her sleek black bodysuit.
“And there you have it, friends,” the hawker continued. “Just like that, two tightly trussed heroines ready for delivery to a soon to be satisfied -” he paused to wink and nod at the bound agents – “VERY satisfied client. Why, these heroines could have been yours had you acted sooner – but don’t worry, there’s an entire convention hall full of heroines available….”
The hawker nodded to the henchmen holding the agents, and Agents Katie and Emily were hoisted back up in their arms and tossed over their shoulders, then carried back to the gap in the curtain. “And off they go for delivery! Now who would like to hire a henchman or two?”
The buzz of the crowd faded while the agents were carried back along the alley. Agent Katie had difficulty getting her bearings while her head dangled behind the back of the henchman who had slung her over his shoulder. It seemed they were moving deeper into the convention hall – but heading to the other back corner, on the opposite side of the stage from Jonathan’s booth.
“Ehhrr ahh oo ‘ahkhih uhhh?” Agent Katie mumbled around the gag. Poor Agent Emily seemed to have gone silent, stunned by their capture and subsequent humiliation in front of the crowd.
“We’s takin’ you to The Black Mask’s lair,” the goon carrying Agent Emily replied with a chuckle. “He put in a special request for a couple curvy supers to toy around with, an’ he’s payin’ a bonus for a blonde Canary. This redhead ought to make him happy, too. He likes redheads. A LOT.”
Agent Katie shuddered at the name ‘Black Mask.’ The comic book Black Mask’s reputation for punishing and torturing heroines was well known…and if a ‘RolePlay-Con’ participant was going to the trouble of hiring henchmen to deliver some, then she had no doubt that is EXACTLY what this Black Mask roleplayer had in mind for the both of them. They might be in real danger!
~~~to be continued!~~~
This is part 1 of a little story I wrote for @jonut21 ‘s birthday a while back…paired with an image he gave me as a gift a while ago…and the gifts just keep on giving! Keep an eye out here for the next part.
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