Chapter 3 – Chastity Belt – 3
The lump of iron held by the lady-in-waiting in the front, the shiny silver panties-shaped object, was a chastity belt. Sylvia, who saw the chastity belt she had only heard about for the first time, was so surprised that her mouth opened like a crucian carp.
“Hey, honey?”
She looked at her husband with her pleading eyes, but Jonathan only coldly turned away. Meanwhile, the ladies-in-waiting faithfully carried out their duties. Seeing the ladies-in-waiting approaching her bed, Sylvia stepped back and pulled the blanket over her. However, her maids soon pushed the blanket off her and grabbed Sylvia as she tried to escape.
Even though they looked thin on the outside, they were ladies-in-waiting with a well-trained body doing all sorts of chores such as washing, cleaning, and washing dishes. Since her birth, she had never done anything harder than playing the piano or doing embroidery, and Sylvia, who was exceptionally thin and weak, could hardly withstand the strength of her maids.
In her second, one of her maids held her behind her and bound her arms, while her two held her legs one by one and spread them wide apart. Then the last one stood in front of Sylvia holding her chastity belt.
Every time she sees her naked body, she usually helps Sylvia with her bath, make-up, and dress.
“Oh my, you are so beautiful, Princess Crown Princess.”
“Oh my God, it seems like a real goddess has descended. These breasts, this waist, these are really perfect bodies.”
“Be envious. How great it would be if I could resemble even half of the Crown Princess.”
They were ladies-in-waiting who exclaimed all sorts of flattery. But now, he just looked at Sylvia’s naked body coldly and quietly, as if he were looking at a lab animal. Rather than being her master, she was just seen as an object for her mission.
Feeling even more frightened by such a gaze, Sylvia trembled in her naked body. Her already white skin couldn’t be pale any longer, and her cobalt blue eyes overflowed with water. Sylvia burst into tears and she struggled.
“Agh! Please stop! Please, please, don’t do this to me…”
Surprisingly, the appearance of Sylvia running wild like that resembled the image of her struggling for pleasure in Jonathan’s arms earlier. She had an embarrassing scream, her naked body swaying in harmony, her silver hair fluttering, her tears streaming down her face, her warm pleading voice—everything was uncannily the same. If there was one difference, it was the difference between pleasure and sorrow and pain, but a stranger would probably never be able to tell the difference.
“Put it on.”
“Yes.”
Jonathan, who had always been thrilled by his wife’s appearance, seemed to be disinterested at the moment. He commanded bluntly, and at her command, her maid holding her chastity belt approached Sylvia.
Sylvia glared at her husband with cobalt blue eyes full of rage. She was born as a princess of the Kingdom of Naylin, and was treated as the most beautiful woman and cutie in the palace. She was married to the Crown Prince of the Pent Empire and enjoyed her position second only to the Empress. It was the first time in her life that she had been insulted like this, to a woman who had always received only flattery and praise from others. In particular, it was so shocking that she was betrayed by her husband, whom she had loved so much.
“How could you, how could you do this to me? I’ve been living for you all this time… I’ve never done anything unbefitting of the dignity of the Crown Princess… I can’t believe you don’t trust me. , How could this be, uhhh…”
She passed her words as she glared at her husband with her pupils filled with brightly colored insults and hate and tears, but she soon had to hold her breath. Suddenly, a chastity belt came between her legs. Anger and hatred quickly vanished from her mind, replaced by a terrible fear.
Terrified, Sylvia trembled and tried to avoid the dreadful object somehow, but to no avail. Her arms, which had been turned behind her and bound, did not budge, and her legs, which were wide apart, betrayed the owner’s will to narrow them quickly.
“No, no, uhhhhh.
Unlike Sylvia’s maddened heart, that moment passed too quickly. The lady-in-waiting brought her chastity belt to the area where her panties were normally worn, and closed it with a click. The cold feeling on her skin, the lump of metal between her waist and her cunt that was clearly visible, I didn’t want to believe, but it was a reality.
In fact, Sylvia felt her whole body go limp in her shock. Even though her handmaids, who were restraining her arms and legs, withdrew, Sylvia was no longer as mad as before. She just cried softly as she slumped on the soft bed.
Jonathan came to Sylvia’s side and she swept her long, full silver hair. In his other hand, a key glistened in the morning light.
“As you know, this is a chastity belt specially made by the Pent Imperial Family. It is the most reliable way to guarantee a woman’s chastity. Because it is impossible to have sex at all if you fill it in. It is precisely designed so that there are no problems with physiological functions other than sex, so there will be no inconvenience in daily life. Oh, and there is only one key, and I will take it with you, so I will take it with you. Even thinking about it won’t help.”
Sylvia didn’t answer. She just lay there blankly like a woman who had gone crazy. She did not seem to feel her husband’s caressing her own body. Jonathan stroked her breasts, waist, and buttocks, then lowered her head and kissed her on the lips. As usual, she reacted sensitively to Jonathan’s touch on her face, but Sylvia would suck her lips and stick out her tongue, but she didn’t budge. If it weren’t for her extraordinarily soft and smooth skin, she would have the illusion of caressing a statue.
“Cook, are you sad? Yes, you must be sad. But this is the burden you have to bear as the Crown Princess. You are so beautiful and bewitching that I am too anxious to leave you alone. When you come back from the battlefield, I will treat you like before, so I look forward to that time. Let me wait.”
Jonathan gave Sylvia a last sneering pat on the cheek and left her bedroom. After Jonathan and her maids had all gone, Sylvia was still sprawled out on the pink bed, her finger still, like her corpse.
Only the important parts were covered with her chastity belt, leaving her pure white naked body exposed, spreading her silver hair in all directions and wetting the blanket with tears welling up incessantly, Sylvia continued until the bright sunlight filled the bedroom. He was just lying there with a blank face.
When I was a 16-year-old girl who didn’t know anything yet, after meeting Jonathan for the first time, having a happy wedding ceremony, and swearing love in his arms, I was distrusted by the husband I had always loved and supported, and finally had to be betrayed. , This incident made a serious crack in Sylvia’s spirit. And that crack later changes her life itself.
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Helena hummed her song while she was dressing up. Beside her, three maids were helping her dress up. She put on natural tones of makeup that gave her fair skin a little bit of pink, and after putting blue eye shadow around her eyes, she applied pink rouge to her lips.
After combing her blonde hair, which was long enough to go down to her waist when finished, she carefully combed it, rolled or twisted it in the middle, and then attached various jewelry accessories. Her blonde hair, as if woven with sun-threads, had a rich golden hue, and was smooth and radiant, dazzlingly beautiful.
When she adorned her blonde hair, which hung down to her waist, with various accessories, and walked, everyone, regardless of gender, would be mesmerized by the flowing waves and brilliant light.
After putting on her hair and makeup, Helena stood in front of a full-length mirror on the wall. She was wearing only a necklace, ring, bracelet, and other accessories in a bra and panties, so her radiantly beautiful naked body was revealed in the mirror almost unfiltered.
“As expected, princesses are always the most beautiful.”
“When I decorate the princess, I’m proud of myself, hohoho…”
Even if she didn’t listen to the flattery of her ladies-in-waiting, no one could dispute the fact that Helena was a peerless beauty. The 19th and 11th daughter of the 20 children of Paul II, the current emperor of the Pent Empire, from her 8 wives and concubines, she was the most beautiful woman in the current Pent Imperial Family.
Her emerald eyes, high nose, red and plump lips, and fair skin were of course beautiful, but her perfect body was especially outstanding. Her lean, well-groomed figure, without any flab, was what Helena had cared for with exceptional care, and to her it was her greatest pride.
Her breasts and hips, which were swollen to the touch, and the graceful curves from her slender shoulders to her smooth back and slim waist to her slim legs were truly fantastic. It was a perfectly smooth body with no blemishes, reminiscent of a statue carved out of ice. When she went out in clothes that showed off her beautiful figure, all the men would go crazy.
It was often the subject of debate among the courtiers as to who was more beautiful compared to her current crown princess, Silvia, but in most cases there was no conclusion in the end. There was no doubt that both of them were blindingly beautiful, and in the end, which one to choose was a matter of taste.
If Sylvia was a very cold, lofty beauty, always graceful and full of her grace, Helena was equally proud, but with a little more energy and vitality. There was calm and nobility in her Sylvia’s silver hair, and an explosive splendor in her Helena’s blonde hair, like the glistening sun.
If her Sylvia’s face boasted of her flawless beauty, as if it had been cut, her Helena’s face had a stronger personality mingled with her beauty. What stood out about her was her extraordinarily long, pointy ears. Her long pointed ears, which pierced her long blonde hair like a spear, made a very strong impression on those who saw her. She had longer ears rather than her small, pretty hands, and it was thought that it might have been hereditary from the elven blood that flowed into the Pent family in the past.
In any case, Helena showed development befitting an eighteen-year-old, and, apart from her long pointed ears, none of her elven traits appeared, so everyone saw her as just a personality.
As for her figure, unlike Sylvia’s slender and unexpectedly voluptuous body, Helena’s was surprisingly slender and slim. While her Sylvia’s breasts and her ass were soft and fluffy enough to serve as her pillow, Helena’s was a bit smaller, but instead overflowed with her bounciness like her rubber balls.
She was a bit taller than Helena (Sylvia is medium, but Helena is pretty tall for a girl of hers), and she had just as much longer and slimmer legs as she did.
Both of them looked very thin and fragile, but Helena in particular was so thin that even a strong wind seemed to blow away like fallen leaves. When she found out that Helena was a female knight, and living here with the title of Valkyrie, she would open her eyes wide in surprise. It was because she was such a delicate girl that she couldn’t even lift a rapier.
Stepping back in front of her mirror, Helena put on her short-sleeved pale green blouse and beige skirt, handed to her by her maids, and then she tightened a golden belt. The tight waist was so thin that I doubted that my stomach could fit in between it.
Her blouse was also short, but the slightly wide skirt was especially dangerously short, exposing her thighs. She felt as though her panties would be exposed in no time with the slightest breeze. Helena is a princess, but at the same time she was a female knight, so she was able to dress more actively. Helena took advantage of this and always liked to wear short, tight-fitting clothes that showed off her body.
Helena was bold rather than shy of hers, even though she was still a little girl. She thoroughly enjoyed the admiration and the awe that others sent her as they discovered her strikingly beautiful body. She was a Helena who felt good whenever and wherever she caught people’s attention.
Finally, putting on her rapier and putting on her high-heeled red string sandals, Helena finished her preparations and left her palace, escorted by her ladies-in-waiting.
