"Porn."

Kneeling down like this at the back of the treasury, she felt like she was going through some bizarre ritual. Golden curls framed her heart shaped face - curls she brushed away as she shifted the dress underneath her so that it wasn't catching on her heels. "This is porn." she said. "I assume that's some kind of sex equipment over there?"

The head maid shrugged. "Yes," she said. "Collected from the ruins of the old world, found in various places. Your great grandfather's legacy was uniting the human people. Your grandmother's was finding peace with fairy kind. Your parents' was their exploration. Their unearthing of the thing called 'the internet'."

"This?" Holly asked, pointing at the stacks below them. "From the internet?"

Mel smiled, leaning on her cane. "It's funny." she said. "Entire lives were chronicled on there. It's full of touching stories, strange films and pictures, but more than anything else... Filth."

"So the historical 'internet' records that mother and father released to the world..."

"Were less than half complete. This is the rest of it. Hidden away down here. Naughtily frank depictions of... love between... well, beyond that point, it's hard to be sure of anything. The records that were released onto the arkanet - our "internet", I guess you could say - contained much less of this indecency. They made our ancestors look like us; pious, and well educated. And not..."

"...Not completely sex obsessed?" Princess Holly finished.

"Exactly."

"Oh..."

"And now that you are..." - the head maid glanced at the smudged piece of paper in her hand for a moment - "...a certain age," she floundered, "It's time you were made aware. In your mother's absence, you are effectively running the kingdom, after all."

"I'm nineteen." Holly told her, with only a touch of venom. "But thank you for bringing this to my attention, I think."

"I've stacked them up, ready for you." Mel advised.

"I should give you a raise," Holly mused.

Mel chucked. "Well, in the meantime, you should watch them. You might learn something."

"I've had a think about that raise," Holly started in a dangerous voice, but stopped when she realised Mel was leaving. "Wait, you actually want me to...?"

"But of course." Mel said, with a flourish. "You are a sensual and sexual little thing after all, are you not? And if not, what was that celebration of womanhood Camis walked in on last night?"

Immediately, Holly was on her feet, her face heating up the room. "I did not ask for your advice on that!" she yelped, shaking her fists. "What I do is my business!"

Mel looked at her for a long time.

Finally, she asked, "Are you lonely, Holly?"

"What...?" Holly asked, after a moment. "N-no... I mean... I turn down the suitors, don't I?"

"Why do you turn down the suitors, Holly? You have an extremely ravishing body, according to all the world's standards. Why not share it? Why not... give-"

"I'll never share it." Holly snapped. "It's mine."

A moment of silence swept over the room as the princess's effective catch phrase was cast out again.

"And I'll thank you to stop treating me like a child in the body of an adult." Holly added bitterly. "That is, if you want to keep the position your sisters fought so hard for you to have."

Mel froze. "I went too far," she said quickly. "I'm sorry. I just thought-"

"It's fine." Holly assured her. "Go."

Silence.

Mel turned back towards the door, then, after a moment, turned back. "Princess, if you ever need-"

"Go!" A half-dressed Holly interrupted.

Only when Holly heard the door close did she begin to let down her panties. It was a little effort - her round, generous rump rarely, if ever, let anything past without a short but passionate fight - but she was used to that by now. She held them for a moment - they were a little damp, but that was probably just the apprehension. She had no idea what she was going to find, after all.

For a moment, she idly played with the release on her bra, then decided against removing the thing. Her sensitive globes were happily seated, after all. There was no need to strain herself.

"Nobody can get in except me." She muttered. "Well, Mel can. But Mel's not coming back." She hung her panties on a nearby light fitting. "Sensual, hmm?" she mused. "That woman reckons she knows me well, for some 30 year old who's only been here for a year."

Tiptoeing down the cold metal staircase, she felt like a naughty child. A little girl going to find herself forbidden gifts in the darkness. Holly hated cold floors. Most of the palace floors were heated, but the treasury's wasn't.

"Perhaps I should have put my sandals back on. Oh well. Let's see..."

She looked over the stacks, checking each one. "Beastiality?" she questioned. "No. There's a reason that's illegal now, you naughty humans. And look here-" - she chuckled - "Scat? I don't know and I don't want to. If I haven't heard of it it's bad-"

Lesbians.

The disk she chose cast out the typical still as she picked it up, the set of screenshots competing in the air - tempting her. They showed a dark haired, haughty looking princess tied up while a witch of some kind...

...had...

...her way...

"Tied up," Holly whispered. Then, as suddenly as she'd approached, she turned around. "BDSM." she said to herself. "BDSM. B. D. S. M..."

She passed beastiality again, turning a corner as she narrowly avoided a small stack of gold bars. Then... "BDSM."

She grabbed two disks from the stack this time, holding both of them up as they cast their holographic stills for her. "Yess..." she hissed, her hand finding its own way to her little rosebud and prying its way into her. "My fetish. Those shackles... Struggling like that..." Holly quickly stopped the drool from leaking from her mouth. "Oh, yes. I must watch this."

Holly soon found a soft, regal looking chair to sit in. Whether it was a previous throne or a piece of priceless art in storage in the treasury, it was all the same to Holly. The chair was there. The shame only hit her when she sat down in it. I'm such a hopeless pervert. She groaned, internally. They think I am so regal, and pure... because I don't take suitors. If they knew I was like this...

Those shackles...

Holly placed the disk on the ground and tapped it, causing the video to start.

A woman was tightly chained to a wall. She woke up, thrashed and pulled, but the chains wouldn't let her go. Meanwhile, Holly too thrashed a little, her legs twitching as her fingers plundered her little rosebud, parting the little petals of skin by gently stroking them out of the way. In the video, men confronted the woman. But they did not use her for their own pleasure. Instead, they began to stroke her. To run their hands up and down her legs, and her arms, as she bucked at the shackles in confusion and anger. Her sex, too, was found and plundered, her breasts squeezed and bit. But all so very, very delicately, and gently, until the woman was not screaming with anger, but sexual frustration. They stroked and assaulted her body with feathers, crops and dusters, but she did not cum.

Holly did.

Her leg jerked out suddenly and unknowably, and all of a sudden the disk was no longer playing, skittering a short distance across the floor as Holly tensed all the muscles in her little body in an effort to hold in a long, loud moan of satisfaction. Golden electricity arced across her skin as a little of her precious magical power escaped, as always happened when she did this. And then, after all that, the princess lay back. Looked at herself, her naked bottom half, her sticky hands... her stretched bra...

She slid slowly out of the chair. "Why, though..." she whimpered, looking at her hands through teary eyes. "Wh..."

"WHY AM I SUCH A WHORE?!"

If her angry yell had been heard outside of the treasury, there was no reply. No indication. The princess shivered, flicking sweat from her brow with one hand and covering her exposed snatch with the other. Ashamed, she returned to her clothes. "Mel was right." she whispered, grappling with her panties. "I am a... a sensual woman. I ought to be punished... NO!" - she hit herself in the forehead with a palm. "That sounds kinky too." She wiped her hands on her dress, then dropped it, and looked at the ground, miserably.

Why can't I be a normal, modern princess? She whined internally. I used to have no interest in sex, but the last years have seen me get more and more... She sighed. ...Weird? This isn't normal, is it?

I don't want to have to depend on anyone...

I have to stop doing it. It makes me hate myself!

I don't want to be a slave to my sex drive any more.

I won't go to hell! I'll go be with father!

There must be... something I can do! There must be...

"...What?"

A creak, again. Something moving in the darkness.

"Who's... there?" Holly asked, spinning around. She lifted an arm, electricity arcing around her again. "I'm a trained mage-"

Finally, the BDSM stack finished shifting. It simply toppled, a deafening crash filling the air as it somehow missed all the other stacks but surely squashed the throne Holly had used before. "Oh, no!" Holly yelped, rushing down to the chair. It was no good. The chair was ruined. Around her, and it, disks had hit the floor face down. They had activated. Sound emanated from them. "This is your fault," one of them said, followed by the smack of leather on flesh. "What have you done?!" another one cried, as a loud, mechanical rumble started up in the background.

"How could you... betray me like this?" one final disk asked her in a voice that sounded suspiciously... familiar.

"M-mom?"

She crouched down, searching through disks on the floor as tears filled her eyes. "Mum?" Her hands seized the disk. "I'm sorry... I'm... I... shouldn't have... wha?"

The ravishing girl in the upside down video was not her mother. But she was wearing something. Something metallic clung to her hips, tightly compressing her little bottom as she scratched and tugged at it.

Holly twisted the video around.

"Please, let me out! You know I would never... " she whimpered.

"It's not about that, my queen." the male voice said. "I simply felt that it was time to teach you to... appreciate what you have. This chastity belt will do just that."

"N-no!" the girl yelped, tugging at the shimmering metal breif tightly locked onto her and pushing at its edges with her fingers. "Let me cum..." she finally pleaded, breathless from wrenching at the tight little fortress that so effortlessly and cruelly kept her from herself. "Let me cum, please-"

Smash.

Silence.

Holly stared down at the broken disk, blankly. Her heart beat quickly, fluttering against her ribs as her mind thought up scenarios, ideas, and designs.

"A... chastity belt." she whispered. "Something I cannot - pass, to enforce my will when I myself cannot. Yes. Y...yes. I must go to my workshop, gather my tools and build... a chastity belt."

Her whole body quivered. It will have to be... very strong, to stand against a half-fairy like myself. Very secure, against both magic and force. She stiffened. It will have to be the strongest chastity belt ever built.

"N-no, I can't be so hard on myself." She took a shaky breath. "Hard," she whispered again, thinking suddenly of a bedpost she had naughtily repurposed. "N-no..."

Her hands reached down again, seeking that special part of her that could make her so excited and ashamed. This time, however, they stopped, prevented from reaching her willing sex by some unseen barrier against which they began to flutter and pry. Holly threw her head back, pushing her thick, deep curls out of the way as she fantasised vividly about chastity. "It will be..." - her hand pounded silently at thin air - "quite secret. My chastity can't get out. It could cause a terrific misunderstanding..."

But my resolve will be strengthened.

I'll keep the key where I have to wait to get it.

I will stay chaste. My ass - it is made for a tight chastity belt. I just have to somehow proof it against everything I might try to break my vow...

"Yes. Chaste as ice. Pure as snow. My perfect body unknowably trapped in haughty, infuriating chastity as I try to...

"Go about my..." she gulped, quivering a little at the thought as her curls slid back into place.

"...This is a fantastic idea."

--

"Your highness?"

From her position at the table, magical tome open at one of the later pages, Holly looked up.

"The materials you ordered are here."

Holly's heart leapt as they were brought in. Crates of leathers, hardened woods and experimental metals, complemented only by a tiny box which she had asked to be retrieved from the treasury upon their delivery. She opened that first. It was a large silver, heart shaped padlock with a long, oddly shaped key. It was marked with a pattern of roses and thorns, the word "unbreaking" written upon its back. Faint black stains showed on the metal where all kinds of spells and hexes had hit it and been rendered ineffective. Princess Holly knew this near indestructible lock, once used to secure the treasury of a fairy people, would be perfect for her chastity belt. She just didn't know how she would make her belt good enough for it. Not to mention how her delicate bottom might take its considerable weight.

And so Holly, always the perfectionist (and squirming exquisitely as she fought off the urge to touch herself) began to secretly draw patterns and plans.

Two days later the first prototype was ready. It was an odd looking, leather and metal contraption with a wide but tight waistband and uncomfortable shielding. The lock went at her left hip - as she shakily pulled the light but supposedly effective belt up onto her hips, her little body quickly began to shiver and quake. Even while open, the wide leather waistband wasn't able to pass her humongous rump without rubbing quite enticingly against it. Upon reaching her tiny waist, however, there was more give than Holly thought there would be. Trying to ignore the cold metal plate pressing into her womanhood, Holly manually tightened it, eliminating the slack. With the gentle click of the lock, the waistband set into place around her, bending a little to compensate for the beginnings of her tremendous curves. And so she began to examine herself, looking over what she had created as it worked to do the job it had been made for.

Compressed by the thickness of the waistband, her bust looked even larger than it normally did. Half of her lower back was covered by strict leather. Her legs looked so long! Her body was incredibly alluring now, especially with that big, heavy lock preventing all access to her... her...

"Oh..." she sighed, quietly. "This is for... that."

She took a breath, standing up on her tiptoes as she acutely felt the tightness of the waistband. Her hands found their way down to it without her giving any command. And yet it was a little shocking to find a real barrier; one that could not be - her hands moved to the edges of the shielding over her rosebud - pried around, one that could not be - her fingers poked at the little heart shaped hole in its center - penetrated or bypassed...

The key was in the treasury. She had left it there. She would spend the night chaste. It was what she had planned to do, and yet...

Suddenly, she attacked the belt. She grabbed at the shield's edges, at anything that her hands could grasp and push, trying desperately to pull the tight little belt off as its large padlock began to clatter about. She forced her fingers beneath the waistband - which did her no good - and wrenched at the leather, pawing, beating and tearing at the tight little prototype. The spells of strength and nullification she had cast on the leather held, preventing even a mark from being made. Maddeningly, small droplets of arousal began to seep and slither from her womanhood, edging her ever so slightly forward into madness as the princess realised she really was locked in chastity and truly could not get out of her belt.

"C-Come on... NNNNNNEEEEEERGH!"

No matter how she twisted and turned in front of that mirror, the same body that was practically begging her for release refused to yield to the belt even as her fragile rump reddened from all the pulling and hitting. The waistband was assaulted and manipulated vainly by first her hands, then various tools from the workbench. The princess even breathlessly retrieved her wand and tried to break the spell of strength, but the belt's nullification spell prevented it from being affected. Her hands went to the dancing lock, grabbing at it and trying to tear it from her hip. When the belt still would not be unseated, she cast magic at the lock - magic that was again nullified. She tried tools. She tried everything she could think of. But the chastity belt would not release her. And so she flung open the door of her workshop, startling a passing maid (who quickly fainted), and ran to bed - her eyes almost as wet as her sex.

"A leather one..." she whimpered into her pillow. "All it took to defeat me was a leather prototype, and I have not even used much of the metal..." Desperately, she pawed at the shield. "I can't... but I need... I am quite... quite..."

She seized the belt. "NNnnN! Ah..."

Nothing. In the throes of frustration, she began to wriggle about, but matter how she kicked her legs or rubbed and groped her bottom and breasts, her burning need to part the wet, sticky petals protected by the shield and plunder and pluck at her womanhood wouldn't go away. Finally, she lay still, the bedsheets around her wet with sweat. "Amazing." she whispered. "As princess I have access to things most others could only dream about, but even I..." She quivered with excitement. "...even I can't touch it anymore... NNnnNNNAaaaAAAAAAAAAh!"

Crack.

"Ha!" The waistband broke, quite suddenly, underneath her hands. Slowly, she lifted the broken belt up in front of her eyes, and strangely enough, her mewling pussy was forgotten. The leather had torn - even enchanted, it would not have been likely to last against a high fae. But it should have at least kept her busy for a couple of days...

Rather quickly, Holly came to the realization that she had only cheated herself. She realized she needed more. Something heavier. Something tight, that locked even tighter. Something truly intolerable and irremovable.

The prototype belt was soon set aside, soaked and dripping, as Holly retrieved the key early from the treasury in the darkness of night and took back the lock. She soon began her work anew - the leather design was thrown out, the lock was inlaid and protected even more than before, and every ounce of the heavy metal was used and abused until the belt shaped beautifully into a hollow little heart, a huge version of the lock that kept it closed, that would trap her hips within without leaving an ounce of space to move them around. She would be at this belt's mercy.

Closing the belt around herself required the help of several stunned maids the next morning, two of whom it took just to lift it up, and another still to force the chastity belt closed around the princess's hips until the locks shut. Immediately, Holly set about attempting its removal; but it would not come off. It had locked beautifully, and the key...

Had been left with a trusted friend.

Somehow, the weak and sweaty princess made it through the morning. But barely - the coldness of the metal and the tightness around her hips had an effect on her that couldn't be ignored. Several times during that first day, she paused in front of a mirror to expose herself; to admire the belt, to tug, knock and shake at it, and, as her maids began to fuss and gossip in the background, to see how it fit with her many flowing gowns and dresses. With each examination, Holly grew a little more needy - in a mere morning, her infuriation with not being able to touch herself had gone from playful to quite infuriated. The final time that Holly retired to her room, lifted her dress, and found the chastity belt dripping with moisture - her heart beating with a vigor that she could not quell - she found herself calling in a maid, and, panicking, sending her to ask about stopping the shipment containing the key. It had gone, of course. And it would look quite strange to ask for it back immediately, given the recipient... so she resolved to leave it.
That lasted all of two hours. As the sun set, she returned to her workshop, cautiously lifting her many layers of dress, petticoats and undergarments.

"Please... I need to get out so much..."

Her pussy was screaming for relief as her hands peeled back her brassiere and gently squeezed and massaged her breasts, scouring the belt for flaws or holes in tandem. She found none. Cautiously, she tried different tools, and drills, on the beautiful chastity lock.

Rather quickly, she found herself unable to even make a mark on the belt with even the heaviest tools. Soon, Holly was quite desperate to get out of chastity, pounding vainly at the belt and prying hard at its edges. She bent several crowbars straight, and then back to their original shape, trying to warp the sparkling chastity belt as it became wet with sweat, and, eventually, angered snot and tears. Nothing. She remained endlessly denied, her hand unable to get through the belt tightened on her hips as she was forced to wait and wait - for in the belt, minutes without her nightly orgasm felt like hours.

When the spoiled little princess finally retired for the night, she found that all she could do was pound and tear at the belt, desperately craving the orgasm that was carefully being held inside; but her plump, reddened little bottom remained firmly trapped in the grip of its near-indestructible heart shaped frame as the belt continued to tease and torment the quivering, rippling and thoroughly soaked rosebud contained within. Then the thought of lock picking crossed her mind. Picking the old treasury lock? It was worth a try.

It was probably not worth trying for the several hours that she did. And yet, there she was, four hours later, twisting and turning in front of the mirror; the room silent but for the gentle clicks and clacks as she picked endlessly at an enchanted lock that knew exactly what she was trying to do. Moisture was running down her legs now. "Damn it!" she sobbed.

"Oh, princess..." whispered a voice. "You must be so pent up..."

Holly whirled around, dropping the dress as she jumped away from the girl. "W-who-"

"Relax. It's me." Said Zoe, the princess of the Dark Elves. "I came to ask why you sent me a key, but I... think I see."

"Oh, Z-zoe..." Holly whispered. "I made a mistake, thank you so much for... give it to me, please..."

"Holly." Zoe said. "This is scandalous."

Silence.

"B-But-"

"Holly," Zoe said, her voice calm and gentle as she moved closer - "I know you love this. I heard you had built a leather belt for yourself, from one of your maids, so I planted a few spies. The things you've been doing in that workshop of yours... my oh my. You really can't stand being locked up for long. But it's alright now." She ran her hand gently down the princess's belly and crotch, tapping gently at the firmly locked belt, then lifted her dress and did the same with the inner thighs. "You're ridiculous going this far, though. But I think... I can help." she whispered then, gently caressing Holly's gigantic, swollen ass as the princess continued to drip from beneath the tight wrapping of her chastity belt.

"It looks so tight." Zoe murmured, her hands moving to the top of the belt. "Such thick, solid metal. Shall I remove it?"

Holly blushed, unable to hide her desperation as she shifted underneath Zoe's grip, the latter's fingers not quite getting beneath the belt's solid shell. "Please." She quickly muttered, and immediately, Zoe leaned into her.

The Dark Elf grunted, her fingers digging into Holly's ass and back as she tried first to force the belt down, then pry it apart. Holly knew her strength, despite her stature, could topple buildings and trees, but her chastity belt did not even warp. "Zoe!" She yelped as she was pushed to the ground. "What are you doing?! Chastity belts don't come off!"

"Hush, dear." Zoe murmured. "These metal panties of yours seem to be a little bit stuck. Perhaps if I try like this- HNNNN!"

Holly almost fainted from the pressure on her pelvis, quite frightened that her hips would break. Nothing gave. But within the belt, something Holly had added as an afterthought began to recognise this activity for what it was - an attempt at escape. What was visible of her ass, already a swollen red, suddenly turned purple as she gasped in shock - a wet, leathery slap filling the air as the belt's internal spanker stang her delicate rump. Hard.

"Oh dear me. It really is quite snug, isn't it? Quite stuck. I once read about a young girl in a tower whose situation was quite similar. Such desperation impeded by tight, thick metal wrapping her up nice and tight. Her husband kept her quite pent up. But this thing that you have built... it is quite like nothing I have ever seen."

"Zoe, I need the key." Holly whined, shaking from the pain, as Zoe continued to probe her oh so gently with her little hands. Zoe simply shook her head. As the princess tried to struggle away, Zoe quite effortlessly pulled her back, undressing her as she began to put up less and less of a fight. The fondling only continued, becoming more and more aggressive and endurant as Zoe's stroking brought Holly to boiling point. As Zoe's hand suddenly pinched her sensitive nipple, however - the Dark Elf at the same time deciding to gently bite the other one - Holly grew fearful, struggling hard as Zoe captured her wrists and bound her to the bed. And there the two sat, naked and wet - Holly but for her beautifully tight chastity belt, and Zoe but for the large key that lay upon her breast. As her soft little hands began to work Holly's twitching, rolling body into a frenzy, she reached into her bag and withdrew something - a pointy little brush that she quickly began to run up and down Holly's squealing, twitching form as her pussy throbbed endlessly beneath the metal.

"Z-z..." Holly gasped. "Sto...p...!"

"I won't." Zoe told her coldly.

"I will.. call my, AHN...! My guards! My guARGH!"

"Call them." Zoe whispered sadistically. "They'll see you like this, and I'll leave with your precious key."

Holly was silent.

"Do you want it off?" Zoe asked.

"Desperately." Holly hissed.

"Okay." Zoe whispered, reaching for the key. "There's something I want to do anyway."

A loud click resounded through the bedroom as Zoe turned the key, and the two halves of the guilded heart jumped apart. Holly started, then began to tug at her bindings. "L-Let me go-"

"Shhhhh..." The dark elf whispered, smiling gently as she took in the sight of her friend's dripping rosebud. "No more begging. No more struggling. Only tears now."

Her writhing halted by Zoe's hand sliding underneath her waist and lifting her gently onto the Dark Elf's lap, Holly could only shakily draw breath as the two of them watched the brush move towards the gap between her legs. It landed off its mark, lingering first upon her thigh, then behind its dripping target. The length of each stroke varied - at first long and endurant, then slow, soft, and light. Quick little touches, that very quickly broke down Holly's resolve as she began to quiver and shake - and as Zoe's other hand began to massage the nape of her ass.

"Do you remember when we used to share a dorm room, Holly?" The elf whispered, running the brush slowly up and down her hip. "You weren't a very nice roommate. You were a little noisy at night." Holly reddened, her eyes widening with shock and embarrassment. "But I didn't complain... because I knew my place. I knew what would happen if I upset a crown princess. But, you know... we Dark Elves have this... dominant side, to us..."

"What are y-you goinnAAAAAHN!"

Zoe sighed happily when she heard that. Between Holly's legs, the brush ran slowly up and down, ever so softly. Her hands grabbed at their restraints, then at the bed's bar behind them, searching for something to squeeze and pry at as Zoe's assault forced her legs and inner crevices to twitch, its feather light touches finding her most sensitive spots. It drove her quite wild. A burning sensation built up...

And then, all of a sudden, it stopped. Zoe had taken the brush away. Holly screamed in anger, rattling her restraints; quickly, Zoe cast a sound barrier around them. "Temper temper." She whispered, giving Holly's denied clit a playful flick. Holly only yelped. "This brush-" Zoe explained, slowly beginning a second assault as she gently pinned the princess's flailing leg with her knee - "It's a very special brush. You see..." She flicked the brush up and down a little, delighting as the demifae gasped and squeaked from the sudden overstimulation - "Pain and pleasure... they are something often associated with my race. We delight in finding truly intolerable sensations, and to this end... we experiment. Even the hardest man cannot help but lose control of himself in the throes of an orgasm. Their reactions are gone. Their limbs lock up. Indeed, it would seem, to us, that an orgasm is quite intolerable. Much of the sensation, though, comes from... getting there. And so, as with many things, the knowledge we sought... was right where we never thought to look. What is the most intolerable sensation...? If you ask me... it is the moment right before an orgasm. Ah-ah." The brush slowed almost to a stop. Holly winced, her breath coming in short gasps as she tried to move her body against the brush. Zoe's trained hand followed her perfectly, her other quickly administering a painful slap to her ass. "No."

"Zzz... ha-" Holly mumbled, trying to form words as the sensation between her legs became unbearable, her body throbbing with need. "Wha- AaaaaAAA!" She whimpered pitifully, as the elf gave her a motherly smile, her fingers manipulating the brush with expert precision, its movements imperceptible; calculated. She gently moved the brush up, and despite herself, Holly followed it. She moved left and right. As if attached to the brush, Holly followed. The crown princess fell silent, her breath coming in short gasps. She was there. She was right there. Just a little more. A little more! Come on!

"I guess I've found your sweet spot," Zoe whispered to her. "And I think that you will find... that my family's techniques are quite a bit better for edging than that little device of yours. This one is my personal favorite. It is called the linger. You must feel like you're about to come, right?"

Still gasping a little, Holly nodded. Tears were forming in her eyes. Zoe giggled a little.

20 seconds passed. "Go on, then." Zoe whispered. "Cum."

A minute. "Can't you cum? Come on." The imperceptible strokes and touches continued, Zoe holding the brush in place. "Concentrate," The elf mocked, her voice a gentle whisper. "Are you crying from frustration already? We've only been going for 5 minutes."

Holly really tried. She writhed and screamed. The brush followed her exactly.

"MMMMmmMM!" Holly sobbed. "I can't!"

"You can't what?"

"I can't cum!"

"You can't cum? You poor thing." The elf smiled at her, not stopping. "Aww, I know. It's such a strong technique. I once used it for twelve hours on one of my toys. He was broken afterwards. We can stop if you want... I'll untie you, we can put the belt back on..."

"N-No!" Holly cried. "I don't want the belt back on! Please! Z-Zoe ple... AAAAaah!"

A sudden, carefully timed flick of the brush left her straining at her bindings, aching and throbbing as she bit her lip hard. Underneath the pure intensity of what Zoe was doing, she barely felt the skin break underneath her fang as she rattled at the bedhead, kicking and writhing. The gentle touch of the brush followed her every move.

"Hush." Zoe whispered. "Only tears, remember?" She tilted her head, admiring the reddened mess she had made of Holly's crotch for a moment as she tilted the brush this way and that, never stopping her gentle caress.

"Holly," She said eventually. "I find you incredibly attractive."

"Hh-h?!" Holly panted.

"I think you're beautiful, Holly. And I think... you're ever so clever. But I also think that... after this..." She paused, appearing to concentrate on some imperceptible movement that made Holly flinch and gasp, her tears and her struggling renewed. "You need someone to look after you. You're so innocent. So vulnerable. You need to be protected. You need a companion that is willing to protect you, and frankly... I can't help myself any more."

Slowly, she lifted her brush away, leaning towards the furiously blushing fairy. Carefully, she placed her brow against Holly's, cupping the smaller girl's chin with her fingers. In spite of herself, she giggled mischievously. Quietly, the two shared a kiss, Holly infuriated, yet aroused, Zoe naughty, yet enamored. The moment was quiet, and somber, the two not really getting into it, but not really disliking it either. It was not a long, nibbling kiss. It was not a boisterous kiss. It was only a kiss.

As Zoe pulled away, Holly tasted something strange. Looking into the elf's eyes, she felt suddenly woozy, and unfocussed - fear attempted for a moment to grip her as she realized what the elf had done, but it was too late. She had almost slipped into a slumber.

"I-Idiot..." She muttered angrily.

-

Calm sounds from outside brought Holly too, a burning between her hips quickly bringing her hand to her crotch where it rubbed, first in confusion, then quite desperately, at an impenetrable wall of grated metal.

Throwing off the covers and pushing back her hair, Holly had to fight quite hard to lift her chastity belt off the bed. It was still a little heavy, and she could feel it vibrate quite gently as something within began to move. Slowly, she looked around her bedroom, feeling for gaps in the belt with her fingers.

When Holly examined her belt in the mirror, she was rather surprised. It felt a little tighter - as if someone had corrected the mistakes her shaking hands had made in its machination. But how?

As she moved, she realized that it was full of some strange liquid - one that was slowly making her very sensitive. Before, there had been a small gap on her behind, and yet now no amount of pushing at the gap from behind would grant any measure of relief from the liquid inside. The edges tapered now, making it from many angles quite impossible for her to grip the belt. She was instantly thrilled and terrified - and very turned on. Her fingers quickly found the lock - her mind went to thoughts of the key, and where it could be - and very suddenly, the memories of the previous night came back to her. In shock, she turned to her bedside table, where she saw a hand written note.

I made some modifications. Don't look for me, I'll see you soon.

- Z

Her bottom ballooned out beneath the tight little chastity belt, but under her hands it felt hard, clenched, and rather quivery. Something began to move gently back and forth inside her, and her breath caught in her throat. Before she could get angry, her pussy was on fire, and her weak little body could no longer lift the belt as she sank to the floor, rubbing and moaning in tortured frustration. No part of the tight little belt granted her access - it's tapered edges, in fact, made it quite difficult to even fight the belt's infuriatingly tight grip on her waist, but wrench, tug, pull and shake she did, drawing a little blood in the process. It was, of course, desperately useless. Crying with frustration and anger, Holly began to pound and pry at the metal shield that extended partly across her legs. She could grip the shield. Her hands did not slip off, nor by it. But it would not move at all. One particular thump sent the belt to sleep for a moment, it's intense caress monetarily ceasing. Then, with a loud SLAP, she found herself propelled onto her hands and knees, gasping in pain as the belt spanked her hard several times. Furious, she surged to her feet and, for lack of anything else to do, slammed the belt hard into the mirror, smashing it and sending shards of broken glass in every direction. Again, the belt's mechanism spanked her several times, but this time the gentle caresses and tickles beneath the front plate did not stop. In fact, they only intensified until Holly found she couldn't even think. She stumbled away, cutting her ankle on one of the shards as she sank to the ground, twitching with unbelievable pleasure as the belt's quick, intense touches made orgasm seem all but inevitable. Her back arched, her hand tearing up carpet as she desperately endured stroke after stroke after tweak and poke. Soon she began to drool, her juices pooling upon the carpet as the belt's aphrodisiac tipped brushes rubbed and tickled her inside and out. And then, just as she reached the edge, it stopped. Everything stopped.

A moment later, Holly had slammed the belt into the wall again, her perfect naked figure shining with sweat, tears, and the various unknowable juices that leaked endlessly from beneath the beautiful chastity belt fitted and locked upon her. Her twitching only worsened when this triggered yet another round of magical spanking. Her hands fluttered endlessly over the belt, seeking a gap to pry at, a flat edge to pick; anything. But her belt was perfect. It could not and would not be unseated or breached, even as Holly fluttered her wings hopelessly and ground her breasts into the carpet. It clung to her like part of her body, not a single seam revealing the terrible secrets hidden within as, rather suddenly, the gentle caress of her private parts began again. Underneath her hands, she felt words appear, and, for a moment, remain.

Gentle tickling

And so, gentle tickling began. Instantly, Holly was on her feet, her waist quivering on its own as the belt gently worked erogenous zones she didn't even know she had. Despite her desperation, she began to giggle, wriggling around as the belt caressed her between her ribs and between her thighs. Unable to do anything, she climbed over to one of the poles of the bed and began to hump it shamelessly, grinding the shimmering, torturous briefs against it as hard as she could as it brought her close to the edge once more. Again, it stopped.

"N-No! HNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"

The belt would not budge a millimetre. The fairy, infuriated, began to grind her teeth. Her nails dug long scratches into a nearby table as some glowing letters appeared on the waistband.

Are you awake?

Kneading her breasts with undisguised fear and shame, the Holly gritted her teeth. "Yes." She growled. "I am awake."

As suddenly as the sensations had started, they stopped.

You shouldn't sleep in any more. From now on, you're going to be up nice and early!

"Oh, sure. Fine. So what?! Are you going to edge me constantly?!"

No. That would be cruel.

Holly's eyes narrowed. "Zoe, is that you?"

No. I am belt!

Zoe has put me in charge of looking after you!

You should bandage that foot. What you did was silly.

Holly groaned. A resident spirit. Of course that would be the magic Zoe would use. That must have been how she modified the belt to nullify it in the first place. "Right." She muttered.

Holly looked up, staring out across the courtyard. Absently, her hand continued to rub against the crotch grate, tapping against its moist surface. Beneath her hand, something tapped back, and she looked down to again, see text.

When do you normally have breakfast?

"I don't."

SMACK.

With a yelp, Holly doubled over. It took her a moment to notice new, upside down text on her belt.

Wrong answer!

It was going to be a long day.