Hermione and the Fairy · Part 3 (3/4)
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Hermione got very good at not saying the words "Yes" or "No". When asked a question it was much safer to say, "But of course," or "I don't think so." While that certainly helped keep the belt quiet, she couldn't control the other people in the store. There were times where five or ten minutes would go by without the belt doing anything and then there were times where the belt seemed to be going in one form or another for at least a half hour… with no breaks!
Hermione was becoming quite flustered. She found it very difficult to keep a coherent thought in her head. And, of course, she was incredibly, incredibly aroused. Bra or not, her nipples were straining to escape from her blouse. Above all, she wanted to come, to experience the staggering orgasm that was waiting just beyond her grasp. Certainly the awkwardness of having a shattering orgasm in a public place was holding her back, but she could also tell that the belt knew exactly how close she was and would not let her get to it. It was a "chastity" belt after all.
She had considered simply closing the shop, but she had promised George and she could swear that she'd seen glimpses of the fairy out of the corner of her eye. She didn't want to do anything that would scare the fairy away.
Maeth, in fact, was in the store and was taking great pleasure (and some sustenance) from Hermione's predicament. Maeth couldn’t believe her luck, Hermione was an ideal person to have found the choker. She was bright, energetic, sexually repressed and sexually voracious at the same time. The fairy was going to have so much fun with this one.
After a lunchtime rush that nearly drove her mad, Hermione was able to rest a bit in the relative quiet of the mid-afternoon. She was behind the counter surveying the store, looking after the few customers and scanning for Maeth when a woman entered the shop. She was unusual for this store – she was striking, dressed impeccably and she carried herself very confidently.
Hermione arched an eyebrow, this woman was definitely not one of the typical clientele, she didn't even have a child with her!
The woman seemed to know what she was after; she made a beeline to the special items case. She immediately scanned the collection behind the glass and was pleased when her gaze landed on one item.
She quickly turned and strode purposely towards Hermione.
"You have a Flubortine Flummoxer! I must have it!" she demanded.
Hermione was momentarily flustered by the woman's directness (and by her stunning beauty.) "I… I'm sorry, but items in the special item case aren't for sale," she responded.
"But that simply won't do," the woman cried. (Did she just stamp her foot? Hermione thought.) "I must have it today!"
"Look, I'm sorry. That's the owner's policy and he's currently out of town. He'll be back tomorrow morning if you'd like to take it up with him," Hermione explained.
The woman shook her head and said, "No, no, no! I need it by midnight tonight! Look, I'll pay you double. … Are you OK?"
Hermione had bent forward and grimaced at the first “No”, her fingers tightly grasping the top of the counter. “I’mmmm OK. Just something I ate,” she managed. “But I’m sorry, none of the special items are for sale at any price. You’ll have to talk to the owner.”
“Fine!” the woman exclaimed, “At least I tried!” With that, she stomped off down an aisle.
Hermione slumped back, riding out this latest assault on her sex. This time it felt like electric shocks. She had to admit that the chastity belt was horribly inventive. Both the pleasure and punishment modes were quite varied. It was impossible to prepare for the next event.
She had just recovered when the woman rapidly approached the counter again. This time she was holding a model train engine. She placed it on the counter and said, "I'll take this."
It wasn't even a magicked train so it was rather cheap, an uncharacteristic purchase for such a well-put-together woman.
Hermione brushed some dust off the toy and said, "That'll be two and a half gold pieces."
The woman paid quickly and left without so much as a "Thank you."
Well, that was slightly odd, Hermione thought, idly pressing on the top of the chastity belt, but par for the course at this odd store.
Hermione’s thoughts were interrupted by a young boy dashing by, carrying a toy gun.
“Pew! Pew!” he said and popped around a corner, out of sight.
Wait a tick, Hermione thought, I didn’t think George stocked toy guns. They aren’t part of the magical world.
Concerned, she strode after the child. The store was getting busier as the day wore on and more people were milling about, increasing the odds that someone in earshot would say “Yes” or “No”.
She found the child at the end of an aisle turning in circles “Pewing” everything in sight.
“Excuse me! Excuse me!” Hermione calmly said, “I don’t think you should have that. Could I see it?”
The boy whirled on Hermione and barked, “No! It’s mine!”
“Uhhhh!” Hermione gasped, her hands clasping her midsection. This one felt like little rubber-band flicks along her pussy lips. After a moment she reached a shaking hand out to take the gun away from the child.
It all happened in slow motion: the child stepped back to get away from Hermione and bumped into the edge of a display case; his finger was on the trigger of the gun and, startled by the bump, twitched. The gun fired pointing directly at Hermione. At the same time Hermione noticed Maeth sitting on a shelf smiling mischievously.
The gun made a “plorp” sound and what looked like a big blob of Silly Putty smacked into Hermione’s chest. It hit with a *flump* and some streamers flew out of the blob. Hermione, startled, took a step backwards and bumped into one of the supports of an aisle’s shelving.
“Really? You had to do that?” she said to the boy giving him a withering look. She then looked down and reached to peel the blob from her blouse.
“I hope this doesn’t stain,” she muttered.
As her hand grasped the blob, streamers flew out and wrapped around her wrist! In fact, the streamers didn't look like streamers; they looked like little multi-colored ropes! And they were all moving! The ropes that had emerged when the blob hit had wrapped around Hermione and one of the shelf’s supports. She tried to pull away but she was already tightly attached.
"Uhhhh… What is this stuff?"
"You've heard of Silly String, right?" a small whisper near her head said, "This is Silly Rope! Much, much more fun!"
"Maeth!" Hermione loudly whispered, “This is your doing. Stop it! Please!”
Maeth was sitting on the shelf above Hermione’s right shoulder, grinning wildly. She could tell that, once again, Hermione was getting turned on by the bondage.
"Should I help you? I'm thinking… *No*," she whispered and stepped back and out of sight.
"Ghaaaa!" Hermione gasped (long, slow pinches this time) and called out, "Oh please, could someone help me?"
She needed it because the ropes had done a remarkably good job of tying her up. They had wrapped around her chest, securing her to the support against her back. The ropes passed above and below her breasts, causing them to bulge out and put her erect nipples on display. Her left arm, the arm she used to try to pull off the thing, was tightly strapped to her torso, just below her breasts. Her right arm was still free but the ropes were actively trying to correct that situation. Hermione was waving her right arm frantically trying to avoid the squirming ropes.
Of course this had attracted some attention in the store. It happened quite quickly and most of the customers were still in other parts of the store. The boy's mother had been nearby and dashed over hoping that the ruckus wasn't, yet again, because of her child.
"Timmy! What have you done this time?" she scolded as she appeared from between two aisles. "Put that gun down right this instant!"
"Yes, Mom," Timmy said, realizing that he was in considerable trouble.
"Oh no," Hermione managed. The ropes had pulled her legs tight against the support.
"I told you to not touch anything!" the mother continued.
"Yes, Mom," Timmy looked at his shoes.
"Please… Don't say…" Hermione gasped. The ropes had wrapped around her right arm and were pulling it over her head.
"Go stand in that corner and don't move. You're in big trouble, Mister." the mother commanded.
"Yes, Mom," Timmy replied and slumped away.
"…that word," Hermione squeaked, just as a rope wrapped across the center of her breasts, cutting across her nipples. The vibrations and the bondage sent her crashing over the edge into a massive orgasm just as the other customers in the store gathered to see what the fuss was about.
"Uh, uh, uh," Hermione gasped, trying to hide what was going on. She failed miserably. The rhythmic thrusting of her hips, the tightly closed eyes, the gasping and noises she was making made it clear to the adults nearby exactly what was happening.
"Mommy, is that lady OK?" one child asked, holding her mother's hand.
"Yes, dear. I think so," she responded, smiling slightly.
The store stood in quiet attention as Hermione remained gripped in the throes of her orgasm for at least another 30 seconds. As the vibrations from the last "yes" winded down, Hermione hung her head sheepishly and quietly said, "Could someone get me out of this, please?"
One nearby woman used her wand to sever the myriad of tiny ropes and Hermione slumped forward.
"I've got you, dear." the woman said as she gave Hermione a supporting shoulder to lean on. "You seem to have had a bit of an… episode there."
"Thank you, things got… a bit out of hand," Hermione said, gathering herself back together. She brushed herself off, pushed back her hair, walked over to where the gun lay, and calmly picked it up. She could feel all the eyes in the store on her as she made her way back to the sales counter. She put the gun away under the counter, picked up some paperwork and tried to ignore what had just happened. The people in the store gradually got back to shopping and talking and put the episode behind them. Although, for the next hour or so, Hermione would often catch someone glancing at her and smiling wryly.
"I swear, I'm going to kill that fairy," Hermione muttered from time to time.
The afternoon dragged on, but, thankfully, nothing else crazy happened. Sure, the late afternoon crowds were talkative and said “Yes” and “No” from time to time, but Hermione could handle it. While her pussy was so sensitive it could have been used by the Bureau of Weights and Measures, the previous orgasm had left her spent for a while.
Finally, closing time mercifully came and Hermione closed and locked the door after the last customer. She immediately bellowed, "MAETH! Where are you? Get over here right now!"
She saw a flutter over by the secret door and quickly opened it. "Maeth, get this damn belt off me!"
Hermione found Maeth hovering in the rafters of the secret room. She immediately pulled her wand out and pointed it at the fairy. "Take this belt off right now or so help me…"
Maeth cowered behind a support beam and said, "Yes, yes, I'll take it off, but I need to take precautions."
Hermione stumbled back as the vibrations started up again. "Dammit, Maeth," Hermione cursed.
"I'll take the belt off but you're a very powerful witch and, for my protection, you're going to have to do it my way," the fairy negotiated.
"Whatever. Just get this damn thing off!"
"OK! Well, obviously, you're going to have to take off all of your clothes," the fairy instructed.
"ALL of them?" Hermione questioned, "Why do I have to take everything off?"
Maeth explained, "You might have a potion or something hidden somewhere. How am I to know?"
"UHhhh…" Hermione moaned and bent over, "Would you please stop saying those words?" (Hermione had discovered earlier today that the belt could not distinguish between "no" and "know", much to her consternation.)
Desperate, Hermione admitted to herself that, at this point, she’d do pretty much anything to get rid of this chastity belt. She started unbuttoning her blouse.
Soon, she was naked save for the choker and the chastity belt. Her clothes had been neatly folded and stacked with her wand on the table behind her.
"There," she said with her arms crossed, "Now would you please take this damn thing off?"
Maeth flitted well out of reach in the rafters. "My goodness, you're beautiful. But, I still don't feel safe. Hold on…"
With that she flew between the shelves for a moment while Hermione waited, unconsciously pushing on the band of the belt. Soon Maeth emerged from behind a rack with various things floating behind her.
"Oh nnnnnnn…" Hermione caught herself, "You've got to be kidding. You are NOT going to tie me up again."
"Look, it's the only way I'll feel safe," Maeth countered, "Removing that belt is a bit tricky and I'll have to get very close to you. Wand or not, you're scary good with magic and I need you in this for my safety."
"But you wouldn't need any of this if you hadn't done all this stuff to me in the first place!"
"Yes, that's undoubtedly true…"
"Dammit, stop saying those words!"
"But that's water under the bridge, don't you…"
"Don't you dare!"
"…know."
Hermione flinched – small static shocks this time – and slumped her shoulders in resignation. "You promise? I mean REALLY promise to take this off?"
"I swear by my clan, my magic and my wings. I will remove that belt," the fairy said with what seemed to be deep sincerity.
"Fine. Fine. Let’s get this done with then," Hermione said, setting her jaw. "What do I have to do?"
The fairy beamed and clapped a little bit, "First, put these on your ankles," she said, floating two silver manacles in front of Hermione. The manacles each had a sturdy silver chain dangling from their side and, of course, locks.
Hermione grabbed them and carefully locked them on each ankle, all the while thinking that this couldn’t possibly end well, but what choice did she have?
"Good, good," Maeth said, "now stand with your feet apart. This will make it easier to remove the belt."
Hermione complied and when her feet were far enough apart Maeth said, "Iacta anchoram". The chains immediately snapped down and magically fused with the floor. Hermione squeaked and tried to move her legs. She couldn't, she was locked securely in place.
"Is this really necessary?" Hermione demanded of Maeth and then quickly caught herself, "Wait. Don't answer that."
Struggling against the bonds, she wasn't all that surprised when she started to feel aroused, flushed even. There was something about being made helpless; being trapped and unable to resist that turned her on to no end. When she pulled on one of the cuffs with her leg, she could feel a direct connection between that action and her groin.
Even so, she was super-annoyed with the fairy for doing this to her. Crossing her arms defiantly she asked, "Are you done? Can we get on with this?"
"Not yet, you can still easily cast spells," Maeth explained. "This is similar to what you wore last night, just a little more complex. Put it on."
A ball-gag floated in front of Hermione. Last night's gag had but a single strap that held the ball in place. This version had a network of straps, a harness, really. With a huff, Hermione grabbed the gag from midair and arranged the straps so it would be easy to put on. Glaring at Maeth she opened her mouth, put the ball in and flopped the straps over and around her head.
"Make sure it's tight," Maeth advised as Hermione was buckling the main strap behind her neck.
Hermione continued attaching the gag. There were straps that went up over her cheeks and met at the bridge of her nose. From there a strap went over the top of her head to join the main strap. The straps on her nose made her a little cross-eyed, but only for a bit. Finally, she pulled the strap under her chin tight. It prevented her from opening her mouth. She definitely was not going to be casting spells with this contraption on.
She finished and re-crossed her arms, glaring extra-hard at Maeth.
"Wonderful!" Maeth congratulated her, "You did an excellent job. Now there's one last thing. I'm going to have to get really close to you to remove the belt and I don't want you to swat me. Fairies really don't like being swatted, you know. So, put your hands behind your back, palm-to-palm."
Resignedly, Hermione uncrossed her arms and did as instructed. What looked like a leather triangular bag with leather straps and laces floated around behind Hermione. Maeth flitted behind Hermione too and Hermione twisted slightly to see what was going on.
"Now, stay still," Maeth instructed, "and this will go right on."
Hermione could feel the leather sheath being pulled up and encasing her arms. Her hands ended up at the bottom of the sheath, tightly held together. The straps at the top of the armbinder came to life and crossed in front of her, across the top of her chest. They then went over her shoulders and were buckled tight to the top of the sheath.
Hermione was starting to panic a little bit. Her arms were completely trapped behind her back. There was no way that she was going to be able to get out of this, she couldn't even use her hands! She had to arch her back because of the binder and that just pushed her breasts out. She started to struggle.
"Now hold still!" Maeth commanded, "I'm almost finished!"
"There's more?" Hermione thought. This was getting quite worrisome.
The laces on the armbinder started to tighten, pulling Hermione's arms together. They got tighter at the wrists first and then worked their way up her arms. This process repeated itself a couple of times, each time squishing her arms and elbows closer together. The final pass crushed her arms and elbows together so they were touching and Hermione grunted and then immediately squeaked when the ball in her mouth seemed to get bigger!
"Oh, yeah," Maeth said, "I forgot to tell you. You really don't want to make any sounds with that gag. Anytime you do, the ball will expand. I expect it would get quite uncomfortable after a while. If you're quiet the ball should eventually shrink back."
"NNNnhh—" Hermione tried to complain but then immediately stopped when the ball expanded even more, filling her mouth completely. She thrashed about, but it was entirely too late. Maeth had finished knotting the laces of the armbinder and tucking them away. Hermione tried to reach the gag with her encased hands and was completely frustrated. All she could do was wave her now-single arms behind her back. She couldn't move her legs; she was almost completely naked and completely helpless. She was close to weeping and yet… she was staggeringly turned on.
"By the goddess, you are so sexy," Maeth said as she circled the struggling woman. After some time, Hermione calmed down, having not loosened the bonds at all. She was breathing heavily through her nose and her expression of anger had changed to one of resignation. She looked at Maeth with pleading eyes.
"Now, let's see what we can do about this nasty old chastity belt," Maeth said, flying close.
Maeth flew to the center of the belt, put her hand on it and said, "Dimittam!" There was whirring and gears turning and then, without further ado, it unlocked and slipped off her hips and clattered to the floor.
"See? I told you it was a delicate operation," Maeth explained.
Hermione just glared at her for a moment, incredulous.
Seriously? It was that easy? Oh, how I loathe this fairy, she thought.
Still, the belt was off and that was a huge relief. It felt so good. Hermione reveled in the freedom for a moment and then became aware of her nudity. She glanced over her shoulder behind her and then to Maeth, indicating that she would very much like to be untied now, thank you.
Maeth wasn't quite ready to let her go yet. She flew over and inspected Hermione's pussy.
"Oh, look at your poor twat, it's all inflamed. It must be super sensitive right now," Maeth said, feigning concern. "Why, I bet if I just stroked it like this…"
Hermione's eyes fluttered as Maeth delicately teased her lower lips. Maeth was right, she was hyper-sensitive at this point and the bondage was adding to her already highly aroused state.
"At least you don't have to worry about someone saying 'No' anymore."
Hermione bent forward in pain and grunted in surprise – and the gag got bigger. Her pussy was on fire! She thrashed around and slapped her fused arms against her back to express her frustration.
"What? That still hurts? That shouldn't happen, there shouldn't be any residual magic from the belt," Maeth pondered.
"I bet I know!" she said snapping her tiny fingers (and causing more agony for Hermione), "It's not magic at all! You've been conditioned! After 24 hours of wearing that belt your mind and body have been trained to certain responses. Well, maybe there’s a little magic involved. Very interesting! I wonder if it will fade… hmmm…"
Hermione could only stand there with a throbbing crotch and boggle at the fairy. She had to get out of this mess, she thought.
"I guess I should release you now," Maeth said and Hermione nodded in enthusiastic agreement, "but without your belt it seems like you're missing something. Hold on…"
The fairy flew off, yet again. Hermione renewed her struggles even though, intellectually, she knew that there was no chance of escape. Her ankles were very firmly attached to the floor. And there was no way that she was getting the gag out of her mouth. At least it had been getting smaller… until the last noises she'd made. Now she wasn't sure she could spit it out even if the straps weren't there. Needless to say, her jaw was quite uncomfortable.
Her arms were completely welded together by the leather. She kept trying to somehow squirm an arm out but she only succeeded in exhausting herself. It was so damn frustrating to not be able to even wiggle her fingers! And, to top it all off, the bondage was turning her on like crazy. Given the stimulation of the day, she'd been perpetually moist and now, being naked and completely helpless, she'd never been so horny.
Hermione tensed when she heard Maeth exclaim, "Perfect! Just what I was looking for!" from behind a cabinet. Soon she came flying into view holding a small, pretty box.
"Once again, I have to compliment the person who stocked this room," Maeth beamed, "These are quite rare and so very cool. Let's see if they work!"
Hermione could do nothing but watch in anxious anticipation as the fairy put the box on the ground and lifted its lid. Nothing happened at first and then Hermione heard a small bell ringing. A fine golden chain emerged from the box like a thin snake. The chain crawled over the edge of the box and coiled itself on the ground. It wasn't very long, maybe 30 cm, and at each end it had a hoop of gold. In the middle of the chain a small, golden bell was loosely attached and it jingled as the chain moved.
One of the ends of the chain rose up, much like a snake would and scanned the room. When it "saw" Hermione, it paused for a moment, and then with a wiggle that rang its bell (much like a rattlesnake) it started slithering towards her.
I have no idea what that is, but I want nothing to do with it, Hermione thought and redoubled her thrashing to somehow get out of the completely inescapable armbinder that she was wearing. She looked plaintively at Maeth and desperately shook her head.
The fairy ignored her and watched as the golden chain reached Hermione's shackled foot. Hermione tried to move her foot out of the way, but she could barely lift it off the ground. In fact, with all the thrashing she had to be extra-careful not to lose her balance and fall over. Having one's feet locked to the floor in this manner is not good for balance.
Soon, the chain, its bell always ringing, circled around her ankle and was climbing up her leg. Hermione was terrified and breathing heavily through her nose. She would be screaming if not for the horrible g
