Metal Underwear

"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.

W

hy 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.