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Malefor locked Cynder in a chastity belt~

[section=Story]“I was touched to see that you chose to wear the jewelry I picked out for you all those years ago. But you forgot one crucial piece.”

Cynder grit her teeth. She hadn’t forgotten it, obviously. Of all the platinum jewelry Malefor had adorned her in, the one article she had specifically chosen not to keep wearing was the chastity belt. A symbol of ownership even more prominent than the cuffs and the collar, the belt had been a humiliating reminder that even the most intimate parts of her body belonged to the Dark Master.

And now Cynder found that belt frustratingly locked around her hips once more.

“Give. Me. The key,” Cynder hissed through gritted teeth.

“Now now, Cynder,” Malefor chided. “You know very well I’m not going to do that. The entire point of me holding the key is that I maintain control over your nethers.”

“That isn’t for you to have! Cynder exclaimed in outrage. “My body belongs—”

She was cut off by Malefor laughing. “You don’t get it, do you Cynder?” The large dragon lowered his head to stare Cynder directly in the eyes. “Your body belongs to me. Your thoughts, your actions, even your orgasms, all belong to me.”

Cynder took a step back. “No, that’s not—”

“That’s not what?” Malefor interrupted again. “The truth? It’s amusing that you’d like to believe otherwise, but that belt around your hips is proof enough. You cannot so much as touch yourself without my permission.”

Ever defiant, Cynder glared up at Malefor. “I can get the lock picked.”

Malefor’s sadistic grin only widened. “I’m afraid not,” he said. “That belt is magic. Forged through extremely powerful magic—my magic. You cannot pick the lock, or even hope to destroy the belt with tools, weapons, or any magic of your own. No, the only means of relief from your chastity is here,” Malefor tapped the key around his neck for emphasis.

This revelation gave Cynder pause, until another thought occurred to her. “Spyro is also a purple dragon. He has the same magic as you. He will be able to get the belt off!”

Malefor stopped to consider this, then shrugged. “Certainly, the whelp has the potential to remove the enchantment, I’ll admit that. But Spyro is far too young, far too inexperienced with his powers. I have spent centuries honing my magical skills. It would be years, possibly decades, before Spyro grows strong enough to remove that belt without the key. And there is no guarantee he’d even figure it out. Are you willing to wait that long, my dear~?”

Cynder tried not to let the panic show on her face. No, this couldn’t be happening. There was no way she could handle having her sex locked away for good. If Spyro couldn’t remove it, then what hope did she have?

“Oh ancestors,” thought Cynder. “Spyro.” Her partner, her mate, how would he react to the belt? Finding out that he could no longer mount her would be devastating. Would he be upset? Angry? Possibly leave her for a dragoness who could accommodate his needs without having to worry about metal hindering his desires? Some small part of Cynder knew that was irrational, and that Spyro would be more concerned for her than his own lustful urges.

But Cynder wanted that belt off. She couldn’t stand the thought of never having sex with Spyro again.

Taking a deep breath, Cynder looked into Malefor’s eyes once more. “What do you want from me?”

“To serve,” Malefor replied simply. “To turn your back on your friends, to stand by my side as the Destroyer erases everything to begin anew. Swear your loyalty to me, and I will remove your belt right now.”

“Swear loyalty…” It seemed so easy. Swear loyalty, and the belt would be removed. Swear loyalty, and she could have her freedom back.

But deep down, Cynder knew she wouldn’t actually be free. Even without the belt, she would be surrendering full control to Malefor. And the thought of turning her back on everyone was too painful to even consider. Thousands of people who she had worked so hard to prove her loyalty to. Ignitus, and the other guardians, who had welcomed her with open wings despite all she had done to them. And Spyro, who had done everything he could to help her, to care for her, even when she had been a monster.

Cynder knew she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t sacrifice so much just for the ability to touch herself again.

“I won’t do it!” Cynder declared. “Spyro will find a way to get this belt off. I know he will. Then he and I are gonna stop you for good.”

Malefor laughed again. “A fine plan! No thought, no preparation, just a naive belief that Spyro will somehow be able to fix everything for you.” Malefor looked down at Cynder. “Very well then. Go on. Fly back home to your friends. To that small purple whelp you call a mate. Watch as he exhausts himself trying to remove your belt. And when he fails, remember the dragon who can remove it. Remember what you have to do to earn your freedom. When that time comes, return to me, and do what you know you must. Because your heart may belong to Spyro, …” Malefor leered down at Cynder, fixing her with a sadistic look that made the black dragon’s blood run cold. “...But your body belongs to me.”[/section]