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Down the stairs it came with her, to her workshop.
"Your fault, Rose," She said softly. "You can hide your family from me. That's fine. You can hide your body. You can hide... All sorts of things. But,
locks
, Rose? My favourite things in the whole world? Really?" She shook her head, chuckling to herself. "Do you know me? Do we know each other? My sweat, heavenly mother bird... You should know that won't, ah, fly." She seated herself on a stool, smirking. "And yes, I knew you'd be mad..." She said, softly, slipping the tensioning tool into the belt's lock and taking the standard pick from the table. "But I'm tired of you hiding what you are from me. What you enjoy. What you
do.
You should
know
I'll accept you. It's disrespectful to me, isn't it? So... do you know what I've done?" She leaned forward, pulling in the magnifying glass excitedly. "I've hidden all your keys. And I've picked all the locks... On your little chastity belts..." Her voice fell to a soft purr, smiling smugly at her own fantasy as her heart beat faster and faster. "Do you want to try to pick this one? You'll have to, if you want to punish me like you did when I, h-ha, messed with your book. Oh, and it's so, so strong! I don't know if we'll ever be able to get it off... Please, won't you help me, Rose? Will you unlock..." Her glossy lips savoured the word -- "
Me
?"
She panted a little, the lewd scenarios she could set up with these chastity belts - with this one, which fit her so well - circling her mind. Seeming, by the second, ever so much more real, more exciting. Slowly, she shook herself, absent mindedly chewing on her short, black hair. The fantasy was annihilating her focus, preventing her from getting any clicks out of the lock. The belt slipped under her hands, then, and she sighed, getting up and moving her stool over to a vice, in which she secured the belt as she slipped her picks into it again.
And then, she continued to pick. And pick. And pick.
And pick.
What was wrong? She couldn't seem to get it to click at all. And the inside, of this lock, felt... So, so strange. The pins -- that must have been the pins, not the lock floor - were soft, spongy. They moved freely under her pick, but they never clicked. Were they even pins? It felt like one springy blanket of soft metal.
It made no sense. Had she tripped something? She started over, releasing and then re applying the tension, but still, nothing was binding. And still, the lock felt strange, perhaps alien, to her practiced tinkerer's fingers. How
frustrating
.
She took the red key, wondering if the belt would still open. Indeed, it did. And relocked, too. She looked down at it, trying to figure out how the strange bitting was in any way different to, say... She pulled out her house key, comparing them. The difference was somewhat subtle, but Mavis couldn't see anything that couldn't be put down to minor manufacturing mistakes, or, perhaps, the opposite? No. This was too strange to be intentional, surely.
Magic. That was the last option available that Mavis could think of. Immediately, she reached for the goggles hung on the wall, slipping them over her eyes and looking closely at the red key. Bingo. It was enchanted. But... Not with any sensible enchantment. With a strange mixture of what looked like teleportation magic, and form magic... Not a hint of the magnetic, or communicative magic, that would be required to coordinate with another enchanted part. Nothing that would activate when near the lock. Not a spell she could discern at all. Probably not even relevant to opening the lock, but for finding the key in a pinch?! Damn!
How was this key able to open the belt? She decided to quickly cheat, looking carefully over the red key and moving over to her cutter, entering what her trained eyes thought the bitting code might be. A few moments later, she confirmed by a side by side comparison that she had a copy! A copy, that... did not, turn the belt's lock.
Hmm.
Mana-lock-interop was supposedly one of Mavis's main fields. What was she missing here? She turned slowly back to the belt, slowly considering something.
Here she was, already making progress. Already finding things out. This belt, and its lock... They'd surely been made either by Rose, with all those clever little ideas Mavis had taught her, or... Her eyes moved to the prominent symbol, wondering. The Church of Virgo. The organisation to which the angel chose to dedicate her life.
What did she know about the church? About the angels in general? Only that they were fiercely religious and loyal to their goddess, whom some of them even got to meet -- and the things they prized most highly. Loyalty. Fidelity. Chastity.
Chastity. Mavis's eyebrows slowly raised, her eyes returning to the cross on the front of the belt. On the front of all of the belts. The serial numbers, indicating some form of central manufacturing authority. The surely mass produced components she'd seen on the Maiden's Guard...
Rose's book.
Means
. The angel kept it with her at all times, reading it at the table. It was adorned with that same cross -- and the same, silvery padlocks. Those were just illustrations, carved on the metal cover of the book alongside the cross. But the lock that kept the book shut on the rare occasions she found it set aside, albeit never far from its owner, remained very real. She couldn't help but wonder, then, remembering the ornate, official looking boxes the belts had been in. And those prestigious looking Enochian engravings. What... Exactly, did chastity belts mean to the church? What did the church feel they were for? What on earth were they... To Rose?
Mavis shook her head, wondering how she'd even bring this up. She still couldn't make progress on the lock. She thought she got a click after a few minutes, but still, the belt was giving her nothing. And she couldn't seem to find anything new...
It was... demotivating. And the sun had gone down, now. It was dark outside.
Maybe she'd get some coffee? At eight o clock at night?
Ah, Mavis. Don't be so silly.
She thought. What would motivate her more? Perhaps... This belt, could be her weekend project. Her plans tonight, and tomorrow... What had they been? Mess with clockwork? And... Maybe, play with herself, a little. To the thought of, Rose, and, um... Chastity belts...
A better question; Why did she find this thing so, so hot? She shuddered, looking over the chastity belt again as a rather dangerous idea occurred to her.
If she was wearing the belt, and didn't have any way to reach the key, she'd definitely be motivated to figure out how to remove it. Especially with how she was feeling now... Her breathing fast and low, her face flushed as her fingers probed and played with her moist little passage. Her thumb cresting her button almost thoughtfully as she sighed softly, her face reddening from remembering how impossible her sex had been to reach with the belt locked in place.
This had been how she'd sometimes worked before meeting Rose, half naked in her private workshop like some kind of animal. Pleasuring herself to erotic thoughts in the dead of night, her mind far away as she played with her locks. Before now, those two areas of her brain - The sexual, and the mechanical - had never touched. They had operated independently. But now, she wanted to touch herself, to the thought of... Chastity belts... She was struggling. Could they operate at the same time? That was doubtful. And she really...
Really
, wanted to put it back on. To challenge herself, truly. To overcome, what had just now overcome her. What was the point of picking open a chastity belt nobody was wearing? Where was the fun... In no reward?
Who was she? Mavis Beckwater.
The
Mavis Beckwater. Would Mavis Beckwater be defeated by a silly little chastity belt? Her breathing sped up, her determination spurring her out of her seat as her body moved on its own. What she might later call madness overtook her as, releasing the vice, she brought the chastity belt again down to her hips; red key in hand, she locked it tight, as fast as she could. Her pussy throbbed needfully, reacting instantly to being so cruelly and quickly locked away from stimulation that rapidly felt more and more needed. Slowly, she held up the key, her hand shaking as she moved around the desk to Rose's area. She stopped in front of the angel's special safe.
She was certain that, somehow, she could defeat this belt. She was probably very, very close. On top of the safe was a tiny slit, where Rose could quickly drop her documents, her letters from the church, and sometimes other things. They'd fall into that safe -- a safe with a featureless door, which Mavis had not been able to figure out how to open. And in there, they'd be quite unreachable.
Gently, Mavis took the ring of keys, slowly removing each, and, still shaking, pushing them through the slit. Her heart lept as she heard the chink of each hitting the floor of the safe, her arrogant smile widening even as she was filled with trepidation, until, finally, she came to the red key.
It was here that, finally, the rational part of her mind came forward. As it assaulted her with desperate attempts to make her see reason, she held the final key above the slot; the shaking of her hands becoming increasingly violent. Her body shuddered, her breathing becoming faster as she felt the weight of the chastity belt on her hips, lifting one finger away, then another. Until finally, the red key was pinched between only two, and her heart was beating so, so very hard and fast. And so, inevitably...
Clink
.
The key was gone.
Immediately, her eyes opened, the elf staring at her empty hand... And then slowly looking down, again, at the firmly locked chastity belt. They moved to her sides, pushing and tugging at the waistband gently -- confirming that the belt was properly locked in place, and would not come off. She gasped, almost laughing as the reality of what she'd just done set in. She'd locked herself in chastity! In a heavy, indestructible looking chastity belt that she didn't understand the mechanisms for, and didn't have the key for! And if she couldn't pick it open... Only her beloved Rose could let her out. Of course, she suddenly realised, the haze in her lustful mind slightly clearing -- the angel would know what she'd done, even if she got out. She'd find those keys in her safe. Mavis wouldn't be getting them out. That meant she was already in trouble.
"
So why not have a bit of fun?
