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EC III-IX: A Quest Of Her Own Extended
🕑 Added 2024-07-08 01:00:03 +0000 UTC
Marie was raised quite conservatively, with more books read than videos watched, but she had her own way of enjoying it. Far from having many adventures in her life, she would lose herself in fantasy worlds of grand endeavors and noble goals.
Since many of these books were from a while ago, this affected her clothing preference. Instead of plain and intentionally unremarkable, she preferred gowny and traditionalistic, which her modesty-driven family found just fine.
When she finally moved out, there were a lot of amazing discoveries to be made and horizons to expand. She began with herself. Who knew that two fingers and a little bit of privacy could be so much fun? Maybe getting an actual man inside her could be a great idea as well? Alas, Marie wasn’t fated to find out about that anytime soon.
One day, as she lied on her bed, her shirt unbuttoned and her hand well under the tender fabric of her panties, her session ended abruptly. These very panties, without warning, hissed loudly, formed a vacuum seal around her crotch and filled the sensitive area with something rigid. A keyhole appeared on top of the forbidden fruit, and that was bound to be the last interesting thing to happen to Marie’s pussy ever.
Mouth gaping open, shocked from the whole process and the concept of being locked away from a part of her own body, the girl pulled and tugged and pulled and tugged until her hands were too tired. Her subconsciousness was not trained in dirty thoughts, and her consciousness was unaware of the Enchantment on the panties, which led to them activating as they were.
Once Marie calmed down, she thought not of whether the item was cunningly planted by her own family or it was just a coincidence, like it was known to happen. Her mind was set on the shallow keyhole. An Activated piece was not meant to be removable, but what if she did subconsciously design a way to free herself?
“If there be a quest, there be a treasure chest. And for any lock, there is an unlock.”
The first thing she tried was to find any papers related to purchase of the panties, hoping to find clues there. She had no such luck, though. Who keeps those, anyway? Her hope was almost lost when she finally noticed a vertical row of six tiny numbers along her hip.
It was not supposed to feel any different when she was outside, not showing off her predicament, but Marie was thrilled to just be out there on the street, her eyes racing for a place for those numbers until they went static along with her breath, fixed on her destination. There could be no mistake - her nearest parcel locker was her treasure chest, and she wielded the key.
She entered the digits one by one, and one of the doors really opened, revealing a large parcel inside. Heart pumping, Marie carried it home. Even though it was her own sex at stake, she was loving every minute of this twisted take on being the main character in her beloved adventure genre. And she sure hoped she did not just steal someone else’s real actual delivery.
The tension kept rising as she brought the treasure home and violently tore the box apart. A dress of sky blue colour was inside. At first, it simply seemed very bright and posh, but a second look revealed that a sizable part of the layered skirt in the front was purposefully missing to expose her panties.
Did the Enchantment allow her to rig the parcel machine way outside her home, or was this someone’s tricky setup all along? How much more of the reality was altered for her little adventure? Marie didn’t know any protagonists who got their hands on the prize by chickening out, so her only way to find out was in getting deeper into this mess.
The discovery of the belt and the collar, both with heavy locking mechanisms, made the girl’s knees weak. Matching high heels with same locks followed the dress out of the box, leaving a small torn page inside:
“LoX mark the spot.”
To lock the entire ensemble onto herself would be to abandon all reason. And Marie was so down for that. Whatever second thoughts she had only served to make her horny about the whole thing. As she made her way into the quest gown, and held the belt just shy of closed, she actually wondered how much pleasure she could get out of the process.
CLICK The first digits of the coordinates were revealed by the sliding clasp.
CLICK She was going to need a mirror for this one.
CLICK CLICK But what if the place was really far away?
For a moment, it felt so good, so close to climax... but then it became apparent that it was never going beyond that. Marie tried both to enjoy and to contain, but a single sob got through. And once the blissful warmth started fading, the dam was gone.
One cried river later, no emotion was left unexpressed, and only determination remained. For she was going to need it all, if she was to get past the first chapter of the quest she was writing as she went.
