A/N: Dear Wonderful Readers,
Thank you all for your lovely reviews, favorites, follows, and PM's. Your comments were really encouraging to read. I'm eager to hear your thoughts and impressions on the twists in this chapter. Also, the relationship between our favorite witches gets a little darker, with the darkest chapter of all coming next month. But, I do promise that it gets lighter after Chapter 8 and a Gelphie romance will come. Happy Reading!
Xoxo,
Lola
Warning: Dark non-consensual sex scenes are included in this chapter. If that's not your reading preference, please skip this chapter and read other amazing Gelphie on this site!
Under the cloud-covered sky, Elphaba rushed through the tall yellow grasses past the outside servants' quarters, toward the castle, an extra skip in her step, a foreign smile on her lips, giddy at the memory of mocking Sir Chuffrey with Fiyero. Breathing in the crisp fall air and thinking of the Winkie Prince, a warmth filled her limbs, the kind she used to feel sitting in front of the library fireplace at Colwen Grounds. This was more than friendship. She was certain. And, yet, she was equally convinced her feelings were less than what Fiyero felt. The warmth of his lips, the roughness of his face against her cheek, his hand pressing against her the small of her back, they all told her he wanted her. And, yet, she only wanted reprieve—a brief escape from a servant's life. She never expected to feel wanted, heard, or admired. Fiyero looked at her, not with a curious leer, but with a lover's devotion—a lover who was leaving. Which let her enjoy his company. Their relationship could never venture past friendly courtship at Runcible Castle nor did Elphaba desire anything more. Fiyero's carefree demeanor was the very thing that freed him to befriend her, but it also made Elphaba wary. For everyone knew carefree's twin was careless. And Fiyero's carelessness at the banquet table had been more than painful. He seemed wholly unaware of the confines of her situation and even less conscious of the consequences. And, yet, what he lacked in care, he exuded in charm. Elphaba smiled as she remembered his passionate pleading for her to see him once more. His body so firm, so earnest. Never did she think a man could have such feelings for her.
"Elphaba!"
Looking up, she jerked to a halt to avoid drumming into her brother who stood inches from her. His tunic was slightly torn and hung sloppily over his bare shoulder. Had he caught it in a rose bush?
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"Fine," she said.
"You were smiling."
"Snarling, I should think."
"I'm well-acquainted with your everyday disposition. This was different."
"It's the middle of the day; shouldn't you be in the gardens?" she asked.
He raised an eyebrow. She lifted her chin. She didn't have to explain Fiyero to Shell. She hadn't done anything wrong. Surely she was allowed a little shred of happiness for herself? Luckily Shell didn't pry. His suspicion was overtaken by a returning fervency.
"Chuffrey's a swine!" he announced.
"And, how do you know about him?" Elphaba asked. He couldn't have heard about the dinner last night, could he?
"I met him in the gardens with the Princess."
"What were you doing with her there?" she asked. Honestly, this silly obsession with Galinda only seemed to be growing.
"She wanted to kiss me again," he said, his chest coming forward.
Elphaba grimaced and yelled,
"Are you mad?! Did Sir Chuffrey see you—"
"No, but that he would. I wish he would see exactly how much I mean to her," he said.
Elphaba rubbed her face with her hands, a chill spreading through her. How heedless Shell was and how completely unaware of the depths of Sir Chuffrey's cruelty! And that air-headed Galinda—what kind of intentions were these? Was her brother a bit of premarital fun? A naughty diversion? Did she even care that her advances could get him killed!
"He's harsh with her," Shell said.
"Harsh or not, he's to be her husband!"
"Her husband?!" he asked.
"He's not a just potential suitor. They've been promised to each other."
"She doesn't love him," he said, crossing his arms.
"And what, she loves you? Is that what you think?"
"She prefers my company to his. That much she's made clear," he said, grinning.
"And—how—exactly, did she do that?" Elphaba asked.
"That swine wanted to fight me—"
What had her brother done now?!
"Shell!" Elphaba said.
"He wanted me to leave Galinda's side, but I wouldn't. Only the Princess can tell me when to leave her. When I wouldn't leave, he tried to hit me," he said and Elphaba felt her stomach drop. "I would have defended myself," he said, "but I didn't have to, the Princess commanded him to stop. You should have seen how angry he was."
"You fool!" Elphaba said, "What good do think will come of making an enemy out of a Gillikinese nobleman?"
"I am not afraid of him! I'm not like you, Fabala," he said, crossing his arms.
Elphaba grit her teeth. Did her brother think her weak? Was she? Sir Chuffrey said filthy evils against her father and she didn't strike, spit, or even insult him. Not one word crossed her lips. With a flick of his wrist, the King dismissed her and she bowed. Bowed to that devilish constable—and left the banquet hall. She could never tell her brother. If he knew how Sir Chuffrey had desecrated their father's body, he would insist on avenging him; and, Sir Chuffrey would insist that Shell hung from the highest tree. No, as the oldest, she would have to be the bearer of this sadness alone. She must become the image of weakness so that her siblings could have the fantasy of dignity.
"Have you thought of us at all?" she asked "If Sir Chuffrey should imprison you for offending a nobleman? How will you take care of Nessa then?"
"The Princess would never allow such slanderous charges to be brought against me," Shell scoffed.
"Oh, what a boy you still are! She may kiss you, but that doesn't mean she cares for you!"
"You only say that because you don't know her. You're too jealous to even try!"
Know Galinda?! It was her brother who didn't know Galinda! He had no clue of the Princess' abuses. How Galinda made Elphaba bare herself for her amusement. What would he think of his dear Princess if he found out? More importantly what would he think of his sister? If he knew that Elphaba came for Galinda whenever Galinda wanted, would Shell think her a whore? A disgrace? A blemish on the family line? He could never find out. Only when Galinda was vulnerable was she even remotely tolerable. Elphaba would never confess that this Galinda, this very Princess whom he pined for, had cruelly deflowered her.
"I think we should tell her about Nessa," he added.
"Over my dead body!" Elphaba snapped.
"The castle knows something's happened to the soldiers. It's only a matter of time before they try to raid the forest again. What if the Weavers aren't there to save Nessy this time?"
Raising her chin, Elphaba said,
"Galinda wouldn't care for Nessarose any more than the soldiers would! You met the Princess in the garden a few times and that makes you think you know her? You will not risk our sister's life because of some vulgar thrill you indulge with her—"
"Galinda's not just some thrill to me, Fabala! I lo—"
"I don't have time to argue about this right now! Just stay out of Sir Chuffrey's way while he's here!"
She rushed back to the castle, before Shell could properly say it. Love. Could he really love Galinda? Elphaba shook her head. No matter what Shell thought he felt, there was no way Galinda would ever return his affections. She had to make him see that before he put himself or Nessa in danger. Rushing up the stairs, into the servant's kitchen, she saw Nanny rise from the table and stopped. With a stern expression, the old woman asked where she had been. Elphaba used the archery festival as an excuse but this only annoyed Nanny who put her hands on her hips and said,
"The practice matches ended well beyond an hour ago!"
Elphaba pinched her dress between her fingers. She couldn't tell Nanny about her conversation with Shell and definitely not her conversation with Fiyero. The old woman had already made it clear how she felt about the Winkie Prince. She kept silent, bowing her head.
"Fine! Keep your secrets," Nanny said, clearly hurt by Elphaba's silence, "But, don't expect me to keep covering for Your Eminence, when Mrs. Morrible asks for Your Eminence again!"
"Mrs. Morrible?" Elphaba asked.
"Yes, designers from Southern Gillikin have left new garments, ornaments, and shoes for the Princess. Your Eminence is to hang the clothes, and shine and lace the shoes before Princess Galinda comes back to be changed for supper. Now hurry upstairs before Mrs. Morrible comes back down!"
Elphaba nodded, leaving the kitchen and scurrying up several flights. She turned the corner to walk to the Princess' room, when Sir Chuffrey emerged from his guest room in the hallway in front of her. Elphaba's legs tightened. She glanced behind her. It would take less than minute to run back to the stairwell. If she dashed maybe she could make it before he looked up.
"What do we have here? Elphaba, was it?" Sir Chuffrey asked. There was no escaping now.
She turned back to see the High Constable, in his red military uniform, decorated with pins and strips, walking toward her. Swallowing, she said,
"Yes, sir."
"Are you even allowed up here?" he said, stopping a pace too close to her.
"Yes, sir," she said, taking a step back.
Without warning, the High Constable grabbed her by the jaw, squeezing her cheeks tight with his long fingers, a sharp pain zipping through her face. She clenched her teeth to keep from crying out.
"What brings you here?" he asked, jerking her face forward, his breath brushing across her forehead, smelling of eggs and wet wool.
"I'm the lady's maid to Princess Galinda," Elphaba managed to squeak through her squished jaws.
He chuckled.
"I doubt that. A beast as disgusting as yourself is not fit to be a lady's maid, especially not for the Princess of Gillikin!"
He squeezed her face tighter. The inside of her mouth grated painfully against her upper teeth. Her eyes started to mist. She couldn't cry in front of this devil. It would only encourage him.
"Just think a couple months ago you could have met me on the other side of my sword like your father. And, now you're lucky to live as my servant. The Unnamed God has been gracious to you, hasn't he?" he asked.
Elphaba kept silent, focusing on the ceiling, trying to disappear from her mind's eye the image of Sir Chuffrey beheading her father. "Answer me!" he shouted, and shook her by the jaw.
"Yesh," Elphaba slurred, the sides of her face cracking in pain.
"Now tell me the real reason why you're up here?" he badgered.
Elphaba shut her eyes. She couldn't make him stop. He wouldn't believe the truth and she couldn't think of a lie he would believe. He grabbed her hip and pressed his thumb into her pelvis, his nail gashing her. Her eyes shot open. Sir Chuffrey was grinning. No! He wouldn't do this to her! Not here! Out in the hallway, where someone could see!
"If you don't want to speak, then perhaps I can make you talk at the end of my other sword. Would you like that, you ugly green slut?" Sir Chuffrey whispered.
Elphaba's heartbeat hammered in her ears.
"Please, I swear to you by the Unnamed God, I am the Princess' lady's maid," she pleaded through her squished mouth.
Sir Chuffrey grabbed a chunk of Elphaba's dress by her waist, hoisting it upward.
"Please! Don't do this," Elphaba begged, pushing with her hands against Sir Chuffrey chest, the edges of his military medals pricking her palms as he closed the distance between them.
"Elphaba, is that you?" Milla asked, coming out of her room, behind Sir Chuffrey. The High Constable released Elphaba and she flushed up against the wall away from him.
"You must be Sir Chuffrey?" Milla asked.
The Gillikinese man turned toward Milla and nodded,
"I didn't know anyone was still in their rooms. Whom do I have the pleasure of speaking with?" he asked.
"I'm Galinda's cousin, Milla," the girl said trying to peer around him, pieces of her peach-colored dress becoming visible. "Is that Galinda's lady's maid?"
"That's what she says," Sir Chuffrey said.
"That's what I am—sir." Elphaba said, stepping to the side. Sir Chuffrey glared at her.
"Oh, good, I'm glad you've come Elphaba. Shall we see to Galinda's new clothes. I do want to see what the designers brought her."
"Yes, Your Ladyship," Elphaba said, and walked past Sir Chuffrey. She did her best to look unruffled, despite her throbbing jaw and violently beating heart.
Once she entered Galinda's room with Milla, the Gillikinese girl shut the door, and asked,
"Are you all right?"
The Munchkinlander raised an eyebrow. Milla was more discerning than she had thought, but did the young lady really care to know what had happened? What exactly had she seen? And, would she tell Galinda?
"I'm fine," Elphaba said.
"Did he hurt you, Elphaba?" Milla asked, reaching up to touch Elphaba's cheek. Milla only grazed her, but it stung. Elphaba looked away.
"I'll be all right, Your Ladyship," she whispered. "Please, I should unpack Princess Galinda's things before Her Royal Highness returns."
"Let me help you," Milla said.
How could this girl be related to Galinda? They were a world apart.
Elphaba nodded and headed to Galinda's bed on which sat a heap of wooden boxes. Hopefully Milla would become wrapped up in ribbons and ruffles and forget about her and Sir Chuffrey. What would Galinda say if she knew that Sir Chuffrey and her had had an encounter in the hallway? Would she insist that Elphaba tried to tempt Sir Chuffrey? Elphaba snorted. Who in Oz could ever find that devil attractive?! Raising a new corset out of a box, Elphaba sighed. She couldn't fret about Galinda's response now. There were too many boxes to unpack.
The two women worked in relative silence. Elphaba hung, shined, and laced, while Milla, sitting at Galinda's vanity, inspected all of Galinda's new hair ornaments, seeing how they sparkled on her own head. Elphaba was putting the final dress away when the door opened. Galinda and Crope walked through. Peeping over the wardrobe doors, Elphaba saw Crope was holding a pitcher of water and a box, as long as a bread box, as wide as a forearm, and as thick as a hand. He placed the water by Galinda's table and the box on her bed.
"Why are you here, creature?" Galinda asked.
By the sound of her voice, Elphaba knew she was in a mood, but before she could answer, Crope said,
"You're received new garments and jewels from Shiz. Mrs. Morrible ordered Elphaba to put them away."
"I've helped too," Milla added, smiling.
Galinda nodded, flashing a tight smile that never reached her eyes.
"Don't you want to see them?" Milla asked, holding up a silver and emerald necklace.
Elphaba, not looking forward to dealing with Galinda tonight, hid her face behind the wardrobe, preparing to pull out her new garments when Galinda said,
"No, I'm rather tired. Do you mind if I get a bit of rest, my dear cousin?"
"No, not at all! I'll just be in my room," Milla said, popping up from the vanity, walking over and kissing Galinda on her cheek, before exiting the room. Crope gave a crisp bow and followed behind Milla.
Elphaba felt a ray of hope that she wouldn't have to talk with Galinda at all. Closing the wardrobe, she walked toward the doorway when Galinda said, "Not you, creature," and shut the door.
"Can I help Your Royal Highness with something?" Elphaba asked, her hands fidgeting behind her back, her eyes on her feet.
Galinda paused so long, Elphaba looked up to see if she had heard her, and jumped. A coldness had returned to the Princess' eyes that she hadn't witnessed since she first came to Mount Runcible. Had Sir Chuffrey told her? Should she try to explain? Would it do her any good? Elphaba's hands found the creases of her dress.
"Do you think me stupid, troll?" Galinda asked.
"What—"
"Do you think I wouldn't find out?"
"Nothing happened!"
"Are caresses and kisses nothing to you?" Galinda asked, walking to her bed, and unhooking the silver clasp on the wooden box.
"Kisses?" Elphaba asked. What the devil had that Sir Chuffrey said happened between them?! If anyone was to answer for kisses, shouldn't it be the Princess!
"Don't try to play dumb. It won't help your cause," Galinda said, pulling from the box a metal and leather contraption.
"You're mistaken, Your Royal Highness!"
"Are you calling me a liar?" Galinda asked coolly.
"No, but, whatever it is, it's not what it seems!"
"It seems you have been unseemly," Galinda said, walking toward Elphaba.
"I was trying to get to Your Royal Highness' room. He apprehended me before I could."
"So now something did occur? Which is it? Did you meet him or not?" Galinda asked.
"We met, but it wasn't planned. His actions were unwanted," Elphaba said, bending her neck as Galinda circled around her, her unsympathetic eyes scrutinizing her.
"You have a strange way of showing you don't want something," the Princess said.
How the raven chides blackness! Elphaba remembered how many times Galinda called her a monster yet always persisted in touching her.
"So you have no other plans to see him?" Galinda asked, grabbing the pitcher of water with her free hand.
"It is my intention to do my utmost to avoid him!"
Galinda tssked.
"Well, well, how cunning you are. You look like you really mean it," she said.
"I do mean it, Your Royal Highness! I promise."
"Then, perhaps I can help you keep your promise!" Galinda said, raising the contraption in her right hand.
How in Oz could that help? The object resembled an adjustable metal belt with two silver buckles on opposing sides. A key hole was on one buckle. From the other buckle a leather strap dangled, with a metal bulb in the middle and a metal tip that looked as if it inserted into the key hole buckle. Did Galinda mean to fit it on her? But how would one wear it? It was too large to be a collar and yet if it went around's one's waist, then the leather strap would come up right between the wearer's legs. Elphaba's eyes bulged. Galinda wouldn't. She couldn't. No. No.
"No!" Elphaba yelled.
Galinda tossed the pitcher of water at her. The Munchkinlander raised her arms, but the cold water splashed her face and limbs, soaking through her garment, running down her arms, between her breasts. The Munchkinlander choked. Touching her against her will was one thing, but chaining her like a beast was another! She had to keep Galinda away. But the tingling had already started. Tiny bolts shot up her feet, zipped up her thighs, aiming for her fleshy nub between her legs. Zip-zap! Zip-zap! She fell to her knees as her nipples hardened into sharp towers, tenting her dress.
She saw Shell's disgusted face in her mind's eye. Her clit swelled. She shook her head wildly at her traitorous body. She couldn't lose control over herself, not when Galinda meant to harness her! But the sensations were overpowering. Doubled over, she crossed her arms over her chest. Teasing prickles entered her most shameful places. Elphaba heard the water pitcher hit the stone floor behind her and felt Galinda's sharp heel strike her in the back. Flung forward, Elphaba's hands and face hit the cold stone floor, Galinda's heel pinning her to the ground. No! Please don't do this! Her nipples, wrapped in the wet cloth of her dress, pressed against the cold stone. Her womanhood ached with a painful pleasure. Damn that Sir Chuffrey! Damn him to hell!
And then, Galinda sat down — on her! Elphaba gasped. By her posture, Elphaba knew she was facing her feet or more accurately—her bottom.
"Please! Your Royal Highness, let me up."
"It's too late to beg now," Galinda said and Elphaba felt her dress rise, past her calves, past her thighs, past her naked buttocks, the castle air sweeping over her. She felt her liquid excitement running down her thighs. At the thought of Princess staring at her wet bottom, Elphaba blushed deep. Stop looking there! Get off me! Elphaba inwardly pleaded, trying to raise herself up with her hands, but the water had taken her strength.
Galinda circled the metal belt under her belly and around her back. Elphaba squirmed but Galinda synched it tight. The Princess' hands pulled her thighs apart. Elphaba knew what Galinda wanted. She shook her head.
"Please Your Royal Highness, stop!"
Galinda's finger slid between her vaginal lips parting her soaked pubic hair and pressed her finger deeper. Elphaba's hips convulsed at the touch of cool thin fingers against her hot wet flesh. Galinda found her opening. Elphaba twisted. Not like this! Not like this! Galinda couldn't humiliate her like this! But the leather band rose between her legs and Galinda's fingertip was replaced with a small metal bulb.
"Your Royal Highness, don't!" Elphaba shouted.
The cold roundness entered her slick sex. Elphaba grunted. The other half of the leather strap, a thin piece, was pulled between her butt cheeks. The strap was tugged tight, the smooth small bulb shifting inside her. She wanted it out. Right now! The front of the leather strap cupped her mons. Her thighs squeezed the leather, her pelvis rubbing back and forth, trying to push her nub against it, wriggle the metal ball, anything to wrest free, free from the contraption and free from these shameful feelings.
Tixt-Tick!
Galinda locked the leather strap in.
The Princess rose. Elphaba turned around, feeling the ball move inside her as she stood and watched Galinda slip a key inside her dress pocket. Elphaba pushed the top of the belt, hoping to get the metal past her hips. But the belt only pressed painfully into her skin. Elphaba inhaled sharply through her teeth and stopped. Reaching underneath her dress, she touched the middle of the leather strap between her vaginal lips. A few strands of her crisp black hair jutted past the leather and brushed her fingers. She tried to pull the leather off of her private area, but the metal bulb, almost a pinky's length inside of her, made the strap impossible to shift. Her wriggling only rotated the ball this way and that against her walls, sending shivers up her wet canal.
"You won't be able to remove it creature. It's locked. It's a royal traveling belt, also known as a chastity belt. It'll make sure you stay undefiled."
Elphaba felt herself turn a dark green.
"Take it off. Please, take it off!" she pleaded.
"I trusted you, but you lied to me," Galinda said crossing her arms over her blue-laced dress.
"Lied? Your Royal Highness must believe me. I—"
"Silence! If you behave yourself, I'll remove it once he leaves."
"But how can I...with it here—"
"How can you what, creature?" Galinda asked.
Elphaba's jaw clenched.
"With it where? Here?" Galinda asked and pressed her fingers against the metal buckle that lay underneath the Munchkinlander's garment. Elphaba glared at her. Galinda raised Elphaba's dress, past her thighs, revealing her bound sex. Elphaba turned her head, her cheeks flushing as Galinda slid her fingers down the leather appendage where it cupped her nether leaves. Galinda's hands grabbed her sex. Elphaba closed her eyes. Galinda's fingers pushed against the bottom of the metal bulb in the middle of the strap.
"Mmm!" Elphaba groaned.
"Does my dirty little monster like being touched here?"
Elphaba scowled. Galinda rubbed back and forth against the metal. Elphaba's clit throbbed. Her legs wobbled. Galinda wiggled it more. It twirled inside her. The feeling was so shameful, her cheeks were burning. Against her wishes, she rocked on her toes.
"You're so wet for your princess, you're soaking your leather belt, my dirty little monster," Galinda cooed in her ear.
Elphaba's hips convulsed— hard—at the thought of glazing Galinda's fingers. It was a disgusting image, but, somehow the thought of Galinda keeping her this way and the pressure of her fingers—just so— only made the feeling between her legs grow. The Princess pushed her backward and Elphaba toppled onto her bed. On her back, Elphaba propped herself on her elbows and raised her knees. Her dress fell back toward her torso, exposing her shackled sex. She should run, get away from Galinda, but the pulsating need in her cradle made it impossible. She was stuck there, offering her sex to Galinda's gaze.
The Princess climbed onto the bed, grinning as she maneuvered toward her, her eyes glossy. Elphaba saw the tops of Galinda's breasts jiggling. She should avert her gaze, stop staring with her mouth open, but the humming between Elphaba's legs wouldn't let her eyes leave the forbidden flesh.
Galinda sat between Elphaba's legs on her knees, ogling her belted entrance.
Elphaba's heart tribbled in her ears.
Galinda stretched out her hand, her warm soft fingers touching the top of her green knee, sliding up her smooth thigh.
Elphaba held her breath watching goosebumps line her legs.
Galinda's touch was exquisite. Elphaba should have closed her legs and sat up, anything but open her thighs wider for the Princess! As Elphaba parted her legs, the Princess' mouth fell open before it tightened into a snide grin. The Munchkinlander wanted to slap her. It was the water! This thing inside her! Galinda's bothersome touching that made her react this way! She wasn't doing this of her own free will. Don't you dare think I really want this, Galinda!
Smiling, the Princess purred,
"Do you want to show your Princess how hard you can come for her? Be a good little monster and ask me to touch you," Galinda said, shamelessly walking her fingers up and down along the length of Elphaba's locked womanhood. Elphaba grimaced. As Galinda continued to touch her, pressing into the leather, her breath shortened. She needed this throbbing to end. She needed...needed...She pushed her hips toward Galinda. Rubbing her sex against her hand. "Tell me what you want," Galinda said.
"I want this thing—Uh!"Elphaba's voice broke off as Galinda pressed the leather against her puffy nub.
"What, my dirty little monster?" Galinda asked, smirking.
I want you to let me out...let this finish... let me finish...let me... come.
The tingles shooting up her sex made it impossible to think straight. If only these sensations could stop. If only Galinda could...If she would just... press...a little more...
"Is this what you want?" Galinda whispered in her ear, bending down and kissing her throat.
Elphaba's eyes rolled back into her head, groaning, her lips wide. Galinda's sucked her pulse. She needed to resist. These feelings weren't her own. Galinda was forcing her to feel this. Forcing her to wet her belt.
Galinda's kisses moved down to her collarbone, Elphaba felt a puckering in her nipples. She couldn't hold out. Not like this. Not with Galinda's mouth on her. Hands on her. Rubbing her. Massaging her.
"Tell me, my dirty little monster," Galinda whispered.
"I want you to touch me!" Elphaba breathed out, her ears and cheeks unbearably hot.
Galinda's warm wet lips moved up and grazed her ear.
"Then, dance for me," she whispered.
"What?" Elphaba hissed through labored breaths.
"Make me want to keep touching you," Galinda said, stopping her hand.
Elphaba's nostrils flared, her eyes shooting open. Not only must she ask to be violated, but now she must act like a harlot? She clutched Galinda's sheets.
"Of course if you don't want to dance, you could stay locked in for a month."
Elphaba's eyes grew. Was Galinda mad? How would she move in this, let alone relieve and wash herself? Not moving from her position, Elphaba rocked her hips once.
There. She did it.
"Raise your bottom from the bed and roll your hips. Roll them good for me," Galinda said.
Elphaba wanted to choke her, choke that grin right off her face. Instead, she raised her bottom. Galinda's pink tongue glided over her lips. As Elphaba rolled her hips, she could feel that pink tongue between her legs.
"Raise your dress higher. Keep dancing!" Galinda said.
Leaning back against Galinda's pillows, pulling up her dress, Elphaba heightened her movements, feeling the ball twist inside of her. She gnashed her teeth. Shell's horrified face flashed before her eyes. She could hear him say, 'How could you?!' 'What are you doing with Galinda?! 'You whore!' Elphaba jerked and called out,
"Touch me!"
Galinda leaned in, her abdomen brushed against Elphaba's grinding center. Closer Galinda, please! Elphaba gyrated hard against her. Trying to push past the leather to feel the stimulation her body needed. Galinda's hands slid up her wet dress. Up her abdomen, up and up. Elphaba eyes widened when she realized where the Princess' fingers were heading. Galinda seized her hard green nipples through her wet dress. A sharp twinge surged through them. Galinda rolled her firm tips between her fingers. Elphaba panted. Galinda tugged at them. Never had such sharp painful twinges given her such pleasure. Elphaba humped harder and Galinda gave her a good squeeze. Yes, just once more, once more, pull on them again. But, Galinda stopped. Stopped everything and sat back.
"That is all for tonight," Galinda said.
But Ephaba hadn't come. Her eyes were still dilated, her breath heavy, her nipples sore, her loins shaking.
Sliding off the bed, Galinda said,
"You're dismissed until tomorrow morning."
Elphaba shivered with realization. Galinda had found a new way to humiliate her. Instead of making Elphaba orgasm, she made Elphaba beg for it, only to deny her. Elphaba pulled her dress over her knees, wrapped her arms around herself and slid off the bed.
She never felt so disgusted with herself. She had allowed herself to want it, to voice that want, to dance lewdly for Galinda. Now with her nipples hard and her clit buzzing, her bladder was full.
"Your Royal Highness," Elphaba said her voice cracking.
"Yes?"
"I need to—to—" Elphaba whispered, her hands gripping her elbows.
"Need to what?" Galinda asked, grinning.
Yes, Old Galinda was back in full force. The Galinda who liked to make her feel like a child. Taking a deep breath, Elphaba said,
"Relieve myself."
"Then ask for permission," the Princess said.
A cold sweat ran down Elphaba's neck.
"Does my dirty little monster need to wee?" Galinda asked with a smirk.
Elphaba felt dizzy, her eyes and cheeks hot.
"Do you, creature?" Galinda asked, walking toward her. Galinda's hand ran down Elphaba's stomach and pushed against the belt.
"Yes!" Elphaba hissed, Galinda's hand making it difficult to not wet herself.
"What does a dirty little monster need to say then?" Galinda asked.
"Your Royal Highness," Elphaba started and lost her voice, a painful heat engulfing her cheeks as she swallowed.
"What is it?" Galinda teased.
"Please..."
"Please what?"
"Please...may I urinate?" Elphaba whispered.
"Tomorrow morning before you undress me, you may relieve yourself then," Galinda said, turning and walking toward her vanity.
Elphaba's head shot up and she blurted,
"But, Your Royal Highness said if I asked—"
"No! I said you must ask, not that I must agree! No go to your room, before I make you wait until noon tomorrow!" Galinda said firmly and sat down. "I'll have Nanny undress me tonight."
Elphaba blinked and then blinked again. This couldn't be! But, then Elphaba remembered how the Old Galinda had forbade her to eat for a week. Old Galinda had taken a special thrill in demonstrating her power, reminding Elphaba that her body's basic functions were the Princess of Gillikin's to command.
Defeated, Elphaba left Galinda's room, wanting to run down the hallway and hide away as quickly as possible in her room, but the metal bulb inside her slowed her pace to a sloth's. Stepping down the staircase, Elphaba had to be careful not to take them too quickly and jostle the belt. When she finally crept inside her room, she closed the door. Her back scraping against the oak as she slid down until her bottom met the stone floor. She yelped, jerking her rump upward. At such a straight angle the leather pulled hard between her legs and pushed the belt into her. She squeezed her thighs together and lay on her the side to allow for a pinch of slack. The archery contest was in four days. How could she perform with this device on? Would that wretched Galinda even keep her word and remove it once Sir Chuffrey left? And what about Fiyero? Remembering her promise, she cringed. She had never broken a promise. Never even had a friend to promise anything to. But, if he were to find out about this belt, to hear the metal clink, Elphaba shuddered. Her breath formed little small clouds in front of her. She couldn't worry about any of that now. She had to concentrate on not wetting herself. She wouldn't be able to sleep in her bed until Galinda removed the horrible device. She could already hear how the servants would gossip about her if she wet the bed.
She shivered. Her bed with its measly single sheet was chilly, but the stone floor was numbingly frosty. Perhaps she would be lucky enough for her piss to freeze inside her. If only she didn't have Nessarose or Shell, then she might be able to throw herself out the window. End it all. But she did have them and unlike her father, she couldn't leave them.
As the pressure in her abdomen grew, she clenched her jaw and tried to lay still until eventually the sensation between her legs finally quieted and she fell into a comfortless sleep.
Days passed with the belt on. Elphaba managed to walk a little quicker, but not much. She found she could hold the leather away from her bottom when needed, but she could never adjust the front of the belt to void without wetting herself, so she was forced to ask Galinda for permission. The Princess allowed Elphaba to use a pot three times a day, under her direct supervision, her blue eyes falling between her legs. Once Elphaba finished, Galinda would lock her back in. The entire process was mortifying, but what was worse were the times Galinda made her wait. The pressure would build and build and build as Galinda fondled the leather between her legs and pressed the underside of the metal bulb. Elphaba's body would betray her, her cheeks going hot with arousal, a shameful arousal she could never satisfy since Galinda hadn't fully touched her in that way since she put the belt on.
Now, six days later, the morning of the tournament, Elphaba stood on the field, waiting for the targets to be placed, her bladder tight. Galinda told her she could relieve herself after the tournament— if she won. If she didn't, she would have to wait till evening. She glanced up in the stands, among hundreds of ladies and lords of Gillikin, Elphaba saw the smiling Princess next to the King and Sir Chuffrey. Fiyero and his advisor were also present. The Prince's brown eyes were tied to her. He must be wondering why she hadn't come. She looked away.
On the field, attendants were bringing out wooden and hay scarecrows. Tight red circles were painted over their faces, hearts, guts, genitals, and feet, indicating where the archers should aim. Elphaba felt her breath catch when she saw what the scarecrows were wearing. Those puffy sleeves, upturned boots, and bright colored silk scarves. They were dressed in Munchkin traditional clothing. Was she to pierce these wooden Munchkinlanders? Would Mount Runcible not be satisfied until it shattered every last bit of pride she had.
"Archers get ready," the officiating attendant called out.
Elphaba didn't move. How could they expect her to shoot at her own countrymen. Her father had a scarf just like that orange one. "Archer, draw your bow!" the official shouted.
Let the king come down and do it himself! Elphaba had had enough.
"Archer!" the attendant yelled, but Elphaba remained motionless. Whisperings started to blossom among the ladies and the lords in the stands. Let them gossip! Let the King be embarrassed. From the corner of her eye, Elphaba saw the attendant, a burly man with a round belly, walking toward her behind the other participants. She dropped her arrow in the grasses.
"Have you gone deaf?! Pick up your arrow and draw your bow!" he shouted.
Elphaba kept still.
"I'll tell you one more time to pick up that arrow and bow and if you refuse and try to embarrass me, I'll have you stripped and whipped in the public square. How would you like that?"
Elphaba snorted. What would the King say when he found the royal traveling belt locked around her? How would Galinda explain that? Suddenly, a lashing seemed a small price to pay for embarrassing the Princess.
"Is that what you want? The King, all the lords and ladies, and all the castle servants seeing your disgusting body bared?"
Castle servants? Shell! He couldn't see her this way. Not him. Not her brother.
"Pick—up—that—arrow!" the attendant commanded.
Elphaba inhaled and slowly lowered her arm and picked up the arrow.
"Don't try that foolery again," he said and stalked back to his post.
Drawing her bow, Elphaba imagined pivoting and sending her arrow flying into the stands, grazing Sir Chuffrey's ear. Instead, she lowered her arrow and aimed at the red circle right over the Munchkinlander's heart. Elphaba felt the taut string pulling hard at her fingers. Her hands shook, she swallowed back a lump in her throat.
"Commence!" the attendant said. For Nessa! She released her grip and her arrow pierced the Munchkin's heart. Arrows wizzed through the air. She pulled another arrow. For Shell. Another hit. For the day when they would be free from the Gillikinese. Hit. Elphaba drew another arrow and another and another. Each one she released, she met her target.
It wasn't long before the match was over and the King was celebrated as the victor. Elphaba was sent back to the stables to change.
In the third stall on the left, she removed her boots, her arm guards, and her archer's vest. Before she grabbed her maid's apron on the hook beside her, she felt the metal belt underneath her dress. A pressure had filled her bladder, and with every shift of her weight, the metal ball slid inside her and made her want to relieve herself all the more. If she kept her movements to a minimum she might be able to hold out for two more hours. Fiddling with the leather strap, she felt a whoosh of air behind her as the fabric door to her stall was pulled back.
"The stall's taken!" she said, dropping her dress as she whipped around.
Fiyero stood before her in his green suit, his eyes searching her. Had he seen it? Had he noticed the belt?
"What are you doing here?" she hissed, trying to stand normally.
"Why haven't you come?" he asked.
"I couldn't get away," she said.
"You promised! I've waited every evening for you, barely getting a wink of sleep. Does your word mean nothing?"
"I really don't have time for this silly nonsense!" she said grabbing the curtain.
"Nonsense?" he said, yanking it back. "Oh, yes, how busy you must be with all your other suitors and these riveting festival games of 'Shoot the Munchkin,'" he snapped.
How dare he lecture her! She knew better than anyone how horrible her life was here.
"Forgive me for not having the luxury of boredom. We can't all be Winkie Princes!" Elphaba said.
"Boredom? Is that why you think I want to see you? I'm not bored! I like you very much and I was sure you felt a little fondness for me. Why are being this way?"
Of course she felt a little fondness for him. But, it didn't matter. As long as she was at Runcible Castle, she was Galinda's play thing. And a play thing didn't have a life of her own. She couldn't even take a walk with Fiyero with this belt on. Friendship was clearly impossible as was any other relationship Fiyero might have wanted with her. She would only disappoint him and the feeling he stirred up in her, this hope for a little happiness all her own in Gillikin, was beyond dangerous. If she got too attached to the way she felt with Fiyero, she would never adapt to life as a lady's maid.
"Sneaking out to see you wasn't worth losing a night's sleep over. Please don't wait up tonight. Now, release that cloth, and let me dress!"
"I don't even know when we'll meet again," he said, still holding the curtain.
"Most likely never," she said.
"How can you be so cold?"
"You didn't expect me to blubber over your leaving, did you? Fiyero, you're like the wind, only noticeable when you're howling about something. Hardly something someone would miss."
Fiyero grimaced, his lip trembling. Elphaba raised her chin. He squeezed the cloth in his fist, before he threw it at her and stalked away. Elphaba leaned against the wooden stall. There. That wasn't so hard, was it? But as the sounds of his footsteps faded, she felt her breath catch, a stinging building behind her eyes.
When Elphaba finally made it to Galinda's room and announced herself. She pulled out the porcelain pot from under Galinda's bed that Galinda made her relieve herself in and waited. The Princess pretended not to notice, sitting at her vanity for few minutes before she turned and acknowledged her.
"What do you want?" Galinda asked.
Holding the pot in front of her, the Princess knew what she wanted, but she wouldn't be satisfied until Elphaba said it out loud.
Sighing, the Munchkinlander asked,
"Your Royal Highness, may I relieve myself?"
"Take your dress off," Galinda said.
"What?" Elphaba whispered. Normally Elphaba only pulled up her dress and squatted.
"You heard me," Galinda said.
Elphaba didn't have time to argue. Not that Galinda would listen to her if she did. Exhaling, Elphaba put down the pot and started unbuttoning herself.
"Good girl," Galinda said.
When the Munchkinlander finished with the buttons, she slid off the dress and stepped out of it. Her arms covering her breasts as she waited for Galinda to unlock her.
"Place your hands on your head," Galinda said.
Elphaba glared at her before her arms slowly rose away from her teats. Resting her hands on her head pulled her hardening tips up for Galinda to inspect. The Princess smiled, pulling the key from her pocket as walked toward Elphaba. The Munchkinlander began to shift, trying to prevent a dribble of pee from escaping. Galinda raised her free hand and caressed Elpahba's warm breast. The Munchkinlander's cheeks heated as Galinda's hands trailed this way and that over her bare mounds. Elphaba squeezed her thighs together, pursing her lips, as Galinda toyed with her hard tips. After a few minutes, Galinda placed the key in her belt and unlocked her. Elphaba spread her legs as had become their ritual and the Princess slowly pulled the leather strap away from her womanhood, the small metal bulb popping from her.
Galinda held it up. A glistening layer of excitement encased the bulb. Elphaba clenched her eyes shut.
"Have you been enjoying this?" Galinda asked giggling.
The Munchkinlander kept silent.
"You may squat creature, but don't start."
Elphaba lowered herself over the pot and waited.
"Keep your hands on your head," Galinda said as she squatted beside her, her fingers sliding through Elphaba's wet leaves. The Munchkinlander whimpered at the contact. Her eyes clenching tighter.
"Roll your hips," Galinda instructed.
Elphaba wanted badly to relieve herself but instead she was forced to stimulated herself against Galinda's hand. Her tiny breasts quivering. After what seemed like an age, Galinda removed her hand and said,
"You may go now, my dirty little monster."
Elphaba had held it so long, she had to press down for a while before it started. Galinda hadn't stood up. Instead, her fingers traced Elphaba's belly button while she peed, making Elphaba feel a rush of heat between her legs. When the Munchkinlander finished, Galinda rose and walked toward the belt. Elphaba grabbed the bowl and took it to Galinda's door. Turning around, she saw Galinda holding the chastity belt. Sighing, Elphaba walked over to the Princess waiting for Galinda to fit it on her again. But instead the Princess walked to her wardrobe, pulled out its wooden box, and put the belt inside, tucking the contraption into her wardrobe. "Now that the Prince has left, I suppose we can put that away. Although perhaps we'll bring it back out for special occasions," she said and winked.
"The Prince?" Elphaba asked.
"Didn't you hear? Prince Fiyero left after the tournament, you fool," Galinda said closing the wardrobe doors.
Elphaba froze. Fiyero? Fiyero already left? Wait...Did that mean...All this time... Galinda wasn't upset about some lie Sir Chuffrey told her. She hadn't thought that Elphaba tried to bed her betrothed. Instead, Galinda had been jealous that Fiyero cared for her. But how did Galinda know how he felt? And why did it matter? She clearly couldn't care less about him. Was Galinda really so cruel to belt her because someone dared to have feelings for her? Was no one allowed to be good to Elphaba in this place?! Suddenly she remembered Fiyero's wounded look in the stables before he walked away. Elphaba would never see him again. Even if he did come back to Gillikin someday, he would never want to see her. Not after how she treated him. Her chest radiated with fury.
Galinda waltzed toward her, stood on her tip-toes, and planted her full lips against Elphaba's.
The Munchkinlander didn't budge.
"Kiss me," Galinda whispered, fondling her bare breast.
Elphaba finally understood. Galinda didn't want Fiyero. She wanted her! She wanted her all to herself. Galinda was jealous and this belt was her way of possessing Elphaba.
"Love doesn't work that way," Elphaba whispered, her body rigid.
"Love? Who said anything about love?" Galinda said, her voice shrill.
"How can you be so selfish, so remorseless?" Elphaba said.
"What did you say to me?!" the Princess asked wide-eyed.
"Punish me as you like, but I will never want you. I will never be yours. I will never love you. But, how would you know anything about love? Since the only man who has ever made a pass at you, my pretty—was your father!" Elphaba said.
Galinda's face turned red as a radish.
SMACK!
Elphaba stumbled backward from the blow.
"How dare you!" Galinda said. "HOW DARE YOU!"
Galinda lunged at her again but Elphaba dodged her, dashing toward her dress on the floor. With her heart pounding in her head, she bent down and grabbed it, running out of Galinda's room naked, down the hall, past Sir Chuffrey's open door.
