It had been a long time since Cinder had met someone so cute. She felt so lucky.
So far, the hellhound's business trip had felt like a complete waste. Frustratingly so. She'd been sent over here, to a country she didn't know, a hotel she'd never have booked for herself. It wasn't that Cindy was a snob -- but what she was was a girl who got what she wanted, when she wanted it. She was a successful and formidable businesswoman.
The meeting she'd come for, however, hadn't gone well. I mean, how could it have? Attempting to advertise products that had no market in a country with no monsters or widespread magical education like hers -- she'd done her best, but she'd seen in the eyes of the people across the table that they knew what Cinder wanted them to sell wouldn't make them any money. And so she'd, quite reluctantly, thanked them for their time, and come back to the hotel bar -- intending to nurse the wounds of her pride, and drown her sorrows.
That's when they'd met. Her, and this petite little angel girl who'd brought her back up to her room. Tara. Her cute, modest little outfit. Her jewellery, the ornate keys on the pretty little necklace she'd play with when she was embarrassed by the hellhound's lewd remarks.
Cinder had never been particularly interested in men. They smelled bad and expected too little. They didn't try to improve themselves, and, more importantly, aroused Cinder nowhere near as much as girls did. She'd never date a hellhound like herself, though. No. Most of her species weren't even in a discipline that brought them into her social class, and besides that -- Cinder wanted someone she could dominate. Someone small, and soft, and naive, and defenceless, that she could play with and cuddle. That was Cinder's type. Her kryptonite. Someone who was the opposite of her in almost any way.
An angel girl was perfect.
"I've, um, never done this before..." Tara murmured softly in her ear as Cinder carried her through the door.
"It's okay." Cinder smiled. "I'll show you everything. How old are you? You look like you haven't been in business for as long as me-"
"Three hundred and two a week ago," The angel said quickly.
"What?" The hellhound gasped, laughing a little. "And you're still a virgin?! You look so young. Oh, my," She gently sat the angel down on the bed, beginning to loosen her clothes. "We have to get you caught up on the programme, here. What on earth have you been doing-"
"W-Well I've been very busy-" The angel stammered, pausing as Cinder hungrily removed her top, revealing her pert little breasts. "And there's something else. O-Oh, I'm a little cold... Haah..."
Cinder had paused, sitting herself behind the angel to sample and pinch at the breasts. "Is that good?" She asked, skilfully playing with Tara and making the angel pant a little.
"That's so good..." Tara sighed. "B-But listen, I need to tell you something-"
"Let's see what you think of this first," Cinder whispered, her paw sliding down, past the angel's high-fitting skirt. She reached for the area between Tara's legs, her fingers moving along the angel's skin. All of a sudden, however, her fingers found something she hadn't expected to be there.
Warm, hard metal.
"U-Um..." She said, another paw slipping down under the back of the angel's skirt to poke at the thing seated on the angel's hips.
"Um!" The angel responded, her face slowly becoming flushed as Cinder pulled the skirt's elastic rim down into her lap, revealing her well-kept secret.
"W-What?" The hellhound stammered, staring at the thick, seamless metal underwear Tara wore. "W-What's-"
"It's my, um, my chastity belt." Tara explained quickly. "It's, it keeps me safe-"
"You wear this?" The hellhound cooed. "It's so cute!"
Her paws ran over it a little, admiring the fit as the angel only blushed more, covering her eyes. But her companion wasn't upset. Her face lit up a little, then, adorned with a mixture of pride and nervous excitement as she watched the hellhound push and tilt at the waistband, noticing how impossible it was to fit a finger underneath the belt, or slip it down her body. As she stood up, pulled quickly to her feet by the hellhound's deft paws, Cinder turned her around, admiring it from all angles.
It really was a work of art. Cinder had had some fairly kinky partners, she had an idea what a chastity belt was. But this was like no chastity belt she'd ever seen. It was thick, built from what seemed like hundreds of thin, artfully cut and folded layers of gently telescoping metal, shaped around the angel's little body into particularly tight fitting pair of steely little spats. Aside from the waistband, which squeezed roughly at the angel's skin, the metal contraption had round little sleeves for her legs, ending in two bands which fitted equally firmly in place, permitting not a fingernail to pass up. The area between Tara's legs -- the area that this shimmering, gleaming fortress of polished golden-silver metal was there to protect in the first place -- was therefore so deeply protected, so jealously and utterly secured, that Cinder could not conceive of a single way she might ever reach it. She tugged and pulled at the metal, watching the telescoping layers slide around under the rough attacks of her claws until they stopped, firmly refusing to yield any further. Neither the waistband, nor either of the thigh bands would budge a single inch, either. And she definitely couldn't separate the layers. Oh, how delicious. She could find holes for peeing, and the back was a lot more open, to allow the angel to use the bathroom, and even clean herself fairly well -- but how did the thing come off? There was no keyhole... At least, none Cinder could find.
She grabbed at the bit over the angel's pubic area, pulling the layers up and down. "What if I do this?" She purred expectantly.
The angel shook her head. "I can't feel it," She said. "It's... those are only the outer layers. That, and there's a dome under there, that, um, doesn't move, no matter what-"
"Oh. Wow, uh... H-How does it, um, open?"
"Oh. I'll unlock it." Tara whispered. "I know how to open it, you see... and once it's open, you can have all of me that you want. But... If you want it opened... You have to win a game with me." She looked up Cindy then, hugging her closer as she stared up into the hellhound's eyes longingly. "It's not like I like playing the game, but it seems like you really want to..." She fumbled with her words a little, leaning up to the hellhound's long ears -- "...D-Do it, sex, with me, and I want to too, Cindy, I really do. Really. But I can't just take this off. It's the rules. S-So... Do you want to do that, Cindy? Do you want to play with me?"
The hellhound stared at her for a moment, still a little shocked at the sight of the belt. "G-Game?" She stammered, lost for words for perhaps the first time in her life. "Look, I don't really want to play a game-"
"PLEASE!" The angel pleaded, sounding almost like she was about to cry. "I-I really want to... to have s-sex..."
"But..." The hellhound sighed. "Look, I really like the kinky stuff that you've got going here. You're... really cute. You're really pretty, but I'm not sure right now we, ummm." Her breath got shaky again as she looked down at the chastity belt. By Skaab, it was sturdy. Her paw reached out towards it.
The angel watched as the hellhound ran her fingers along the edge of the thing, smiling a little. "Isn't the belt pretty, too?" She pridefully cooed. "A-Ah. Don't touch too much there around the legs, I'm s-, h-ha, very sensitive there so j-just-"
Quickly, Cinder pulled her hand away. "Sorry." She sighed. "It's, um. It's really pretty too, yes. Isn't it really heavy, though? It's so thick..."
"Nope!" The angel grinned. "I use low density heavenly steels, you see! Always the greatest care..." She sighed.
Cinder's eyebrows were up. "You build these?!" She half-yelped.
"Yep!" The sudden warmth of the angel's smile was almost radiating light. "I love them! I spend almost all my time making these, for all the wonderful girls that need them..." She leaned close. "And between you and me..." She whispered, "I'm normally very busy with that. I really don't get a lot of time to spend around cute girls like you..." She blushed, but then her face fell. "After tomorrow, I'm busy for another 3 months." She complained. "S-So, if you want to have, um, sex with me... I think it'd be of these one night stands... Hey, what does that mean? Do we have to do it standing up? I... really want to use the bed, if that's okay with you?"
"Fine by me." Cinder said impatiently, her paws going to the belt, giving it a tug. Ah, right, of course. The chastity belt was still doing the one thing it was designed to do and not letting her do that. "How does this thing come off, though? I don't see any keyholes?" She looked back up at Tara, examining the keys around her neck again as the angel pouted back. "Does one of these open it?"
"No-"
"So then how do we get this party started, cutie?"
The angel bit her lip. "You're not listening to me." She complained. "People don't listen to me."
"What are you-"
"You should listen!" Tara interrupted, angrily. "You have to play the game. If you want the belt off, you have to beat me. Otherwise we can't have sex. Those are the rules..."
"I don't want to play a game!" Cinder growled. "I want to play with you..."
"Well, that's not good enough!" Tara yelped, but then blushed, catching herself. "If you won't play the game with me," She whimpered, "We can't do anything. I'm really sad... I really wanted to have sex..."
Cinder stared at her for a moment, confused and irate, but still quite aroused. She glanced over at the door, her foot tapping with annoyance as she weighed up her options. She sighed through her nose. "What's the game?" She asked.
"Oh, thank you!" Tara looked like she was about to cry again. "You'll play the game with me?"
"What are we playing?"
Tara blushed. "It's not a game you'd know..." She said, taking the hellhound's paw in hers. "It's a little complicated, but I have everything we need here." She lead Cinder over to the bed, then, reaching over to toss each pillow to the side, before letting go to peel back the bedsheets.
"What are you doing?" Cinder asked. "Stripping the bed?"
"Yeah!" The angel beamed at her, but elaborated no further. What she saw beneath the bedsheets, however, did. Underneath them, Cinder did not just see a plain mattress cover. She saw white straps, lots and lots of them, lying in wait. Encircling the bed, and the frame underneath, spaced evenly, adjusted precisely. The angel revealed everything, throwing the covers into the corner before taking out a plastic bag, filled with some kind of little black circle things.
"This..." The hellhound said, staring at the set of restraints. "What am I looking at? Don't they use this sort of thing at hospitals?"
"Depends on the hospital," Tara purred. "It's called a segufix. It's a piece of equipment made for humane, safe restraint of the full body. I chose it because, well... I don't want anyone to get hurt. Manacles look good, handcuffs can be cute, but, it's so nasty to see marks and bruises on people's skin from them."
Cinder felt nervous. "I don't know if I want to do this." She admitted. "I... I'm nervous. It looks... strong."
"That's the point, silly!" Tara laughed. "Don't you trust me?"
"Can you tell me what the game is?" Cinder said. "I'll decide then."
"Okay," The angel replied. "The game is... It's complicated. You need to prove you're worthy, you see. The segufix isn't a requirement, but, I think it'll make it better. For both of us."
Cinder was unimpressed. "If you don't tell me what it is-"
"I was getting to it," The angel said quickly. "Basically... we lie in bed, together. We go to bed together, and I, um, play with you. There's an hourglass, here on the bedside table. Six hours..."
The hellhound's eyebrows went up -- "Wait, I know this one. I have to not cum for six hours to win? That sounds really hard, though! I'm not sure I want to-"
"No." Tara cut her off, looking very serious for a moment. "Wrong. You have six hours to cum."
"Six whole hours?" The hellhound's eyes widened. "That's...? Is that even hard? We could do that in six minutes. What is this game even doing, testing if I have sex organs that actually work?"
The angel stared blankly at her. "I-I just..." She stammered. "I got told I need to do this. I'm glad you're enthusiastic, though. Does that mean you're ok to go in the restraints?"
She stared at Cinder longingly. Finally, the hellhound nodded. "Ok, we'll quickly do this," She said, shuffling onto the bed. "I'm telling you though, I'm definitely not going to need 6 hours to get off to someone fingering me up. Especially not when it's you, cutie."
The angel smiled at her happily. Sort of happily...
This smile, though... was a bit different from the others. Still happy, but with a hint of... something else.
Tara was so cute, though. Such a small, innocent, submissive looking girl wasn't going to hurt her. It would be safe, the hellhound told herself. It might even be fun. Cinder slipped out of her clothes quickly, sliding herself into the restraints quite happily and then lying back and relaxing as the angel tightened them up. First her torso and wrists, then her thighs, then her ankles -- all wrapped tightly by the sturdy straps, before the angel pushed down those circle things - magnetic locks, she told Cinder - securing the straps suddenly against escape. The hellhound would have felt a little more nervous, but Tara had this strange, medical precision about her. As if she had done this before. How comforting.
Click. Click.
Click. Click. Click. "Can you just shift a bit over? A little... Oh, that's right, thank you." Click. Click.
And on it went.
In mere moments, every lock on the segufix was set, the hellhound immobilised in a rather comfortable position on her back. She noticed that her legs were parted in this position, with ample space for the angel to sit between them, while her arms lay at her sides.
"Is it ok?" The angel whispered from behind her. "Are you comfortable?"
"Y-Yes, actually." Cinder said, blushing a little.
It was... quite strange. It actually barely felt like she was restrained at all. It felt like she was just lying there, on her back. Like she could just, at any point she wanted, leave. It was nice. She was reluctant to struggle at first, doubting that these soft little straps would really hold a hellhound like her if she really, truly wanted to get away. None of her wanted to upset the angel by breaking her things.
This would soon change.
"There's a few things I need to get." The angel said softly. "A few of my brushes, and feathers, and... other things. You can wait a little while, can't you?"
Cinder nodded slowly as the angel left the room for a moment, leaving her alone. It took her a few moments to realise how this looked. That she was naked, completely restrained to a bed with no covers on her body. She imagined, within moments, someone coming into the hotel room -- perhaps a cleaner or unannounced visitor -- and finding her there, shivering and immobile. Not only would she be exposed... they'd be able to do whatever they wanted, wouldn't they?
Cinder tried to shift a little at that thought, feeling a little uncomfortable, and sort of itchy, but... she couldn't. Irritated, she twisted and strained, trying to at least close her legs, then wrenching at the arm restraints, but... the segufix said no. She was immobilised, quite perfectly, unable to even shift her wrists to reach a single lock with her hands. Immediately, she began to sweat, struggling harder and harder against the straps, but to no avail. Even if she writhed and shook and heaved and strained, she was held firmly in this position, unable to move any of her limbs at all. She craned her head to look at her trapped body, how firmly secured it was. It was bewildering. When she kept still, she barely felt the straps. She felt like she was dressed in them, not at all firmly attached to the bed. Like she could just get up and leave, and, and yet... She bucked again, tugging and pulling, but the straps soon quieted her movements, gently but firmly telling her again, no. No, you don't get to move. You'll stay right here. Hellhounds were supposed to be strong... but no matter what she tried, how she bucked and shifted, she was effortlessly defeated.
There was nothing she could do but sit here and wait, now.
Minutes passed, and the angel didn't come back. What was wrong? Where was she? Did... Did anyone know that Cinder was in here? Locked in this thing? Oh, what was that angel doing? At the thought, Cinder bucked hard again, working and wrenching at the restraints, but nothing loosened no matter what she tried. As more minutes passed, she got quite wild, testing the bonds frantically, but there was still no give. Nothing yielded, and the segufix kept her firmly in the same, comfortable position no matter what she tried. Even after 15 minutes of wriggling and tugging, she couldn't slip a single strap. She was caught, like a fly in a spider's web. Tara had secured her very, very well.
Finally, after nearly 25 minutes, the angel returned with a small, wooden box.
"T-Tara," The flushed hellhound half-whimpered upon seeing her come in. "Where did you go? I'm not-"
"I know, I'm sorry!" The angel said quickly. "I lost my things downstairs. I've got them now. Are you okay?"
Cinder nodded quickly, still a little frustrated. She wanted to stop, but... If it was Tara... Okay. She trusted Tara.
...Didn't she?
"You're such a good girl," Tara said happily, looking over her. "We're going to have a lot of fun tonight, okay?"
"Ah..." Cinder said, as the angel lay the long box beside herself, seating herself on the bed next to Cinder's waist. "Okay. But, uh, what's inside the box?"
"Secret." Tara winked. "But you'll find out. Listen, there's something I forgot to tell you about the game. There are rewards for both of us, you see, depending on who wins. There's a gift for you. I've got it in here somewhere, but-"
"I get a gift for winning, too?" Cinder interrupted. "Tara... I don't know if this game makes a lot of sense. A reward just for you getting me off, as well as everything else? I, U-UMM." She looked down, noticing the angel's fingers had suddenly made contact with her thigh. It was just the lightest touch, running gently up and down her quivery, sensitive naked body as she once again found herself trying to squirm.
"Well," The angel purred, raising her eyebrows -- "Actually, Cindy... it's not quite as simple a game as that. You see..." She paused again, as if thinking through her words as her fingertips continued to run their way slowly along the excited hellhound's thigh, stopping just short of her slightly twitching sex - "I call it a gift... and it really is. It's all ready for you, and I really did spend hours and hours on it... But the gift is what you get if you lose. If you win, you get to take this-" She tapped the crotch of her chastity belt. "-off me. And then, I guess you get to do what you want with me."
There was a moment, as the angel's fingers kept trailing up and down. "A-And what is the gift?" Cinder asked, the restraints feeling a little tighter now. "What gift do I get?"
"Girls who lose..." The angel slowly smiled. "My lost girls..." She purred, fiddling with those strange keys again. "I told you, they get a gift."
"But what gift?"
The angel just smiled at her sweetly as she lifted one knee up, mounting her stomach. With the angel's back in the way, Cinder couldn't see anything that the angel was doing -- besides her turning the hourglass over, and, the hellhound realised with a gulp, starting their time. Moments later, though, she didn't need to. She could feel it.r"
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Pub: 18 Jul 2021 10:25 UTC
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