The museum was small, two stores and about twenty rooms. Certainly not of turistic value. Neither it was a turistic city. It mostly had clay cups, vases, arrow heads and oher triffles. The only interesting thing Hannah saw was a two feet idol, made of some metal that seemed gold but couldn't be gold because the museum was too lame. It was at the end of the corridor, on top of an altar, inside some sort of hexagonal balcony. There was a guard armed with a gun, protecting the idol. He stopped her when she intended to approach the balcony.

-Please remove any piece of gold that you may have piercing your skin before going in there.- He said in farsi.

-Eh..., what?- She replied in the same language.

-Please remove any piece of gold that you may have piercing your skin before going in there.- He repeated.

Moving aside the fabric of the hijab that was covering her ears, she removed the two gold earrings from her lobes. The current Iran was very different from the classic Persia she would have loved to see. Many years ago she had read a comic about a beautiful concubine that lived in the pre-Alexander Persia, in what once was called the region of Elam. After ending college with awesome grades her parents had paid her the trip she wanted, as they had promised. To Persia, to Elam. She had already visited several cities along that coastal area, where, by chance, she found that specific museum.

-That's all.- She said showing him the earrings, and he let her pass.

She lied, she had more gold pierced on her skin, but didn't intend to remove them to comply with wathever bullshit opinion that guard had in his head. Also removing them would be very embarrassing. The half an inch ring piercing vertically her navel was the least interesting. More interesting were the one inch rings pierced horizontally across her nipples. Even more interesting were the three half an inch rings on each pussy lip. Most of all, the quarter inch ring pierced vertically on her clit hood.

Normally she weared a thin gold chain around her waist. Ending in two small clasps she closed them around the hasp of her navel ring. However other days she wanted to be naughty and the chain hung from her nipple rings. That specific day she wanted to have real fun so she had clasped one end to the clit ring to do the circuit she had devised in a particularly intense night years ago. From the clit the chain went to the right and passed through the three rings of the lip on that side, then up through the other three rings of the other lip and then through the clit ring closing the circle. From there it went to the navel ring, passed through it towards the left and then down again. Pulling down until everything was tight and her labia were tightly sealed, the clasp closed around one of the links of the chain itself. With that circuit done, whenever she took a step the chain pulled on all the rings at once, while also rubbing and tickling her pouting labia. All the time she had been doing tourism and walking along that afternoon, under that tunic, she had been masturbating in front of everybody. As soon as she had finished the visit to the museum she intended to go quickly to her hotel room to put her magic wand to good use and satiate her need.

She entered into the balcony and looked at the idol. It was barely human shaped and had a curious grin on its face. According to the plaque underneath it was around three thousand years old, so old that anybody knew exactly what it was, or even if it had been brought by some pirates from a far away land. While she was looking at the idol and man stepped in and stood next to her.

-Do you like it?- He asked in farsi. His voice was soft and she barely heard him.

-It's eh... I don't know what it is.

-There is a legend about it actually.- He was handsome, with clear blue eyes and a pale skin that suggested that he wasn't a local either. His face was somehow familiar but she couldn't recall from when or where. Maybe he was hosted in the same hotel, she guessed.

-Is there?

-Yeah, see, if you utter a pledge, it will grant you a wish. If the wish is reasonable, of course.

-Does it?- She replied incredulously.

-Yeah. Do you want to try?

-I don't know the prayer.

-Just repeat after me. Is not farsi, that you talk very well, is a far older language. Pay attention to my lips and tongue.- He had pretty lips and tongue, and at that precise moment her hornyness made her very prone to looking closely at any handsome, young man. He said several sentences that she didn't understand at all. It was a short text but took a while because he was doing it very slowly, so she could imitate the sounds properly.- Very good.- He said when they were done.

-Now what?

-Now you ask your wish.

-Eh...- She was so distracted with the idol, the man's eyes, and, above all, the chains teasing her pussy, that she hadn't even thought of her wish.- I want to be happy, I guess...- Was literally the first thing that came to her mind.

-You want to be happy?- He frowned.- That's very inconcrete.

-Is it wrong? Is it not reasonable?

-No, eh...- He hesitated a bit.- No, it's fine. Just... Not what people normally say.

-Ok, then...- She said after a moment of awkward silence.- I better get going.- Her panties were already humid enough and several dogs had started to follow her along the street. She had to go to her hotel room and deal with her ardor. She didn't forget to re-apply her earrings on their place in front of the guard.

Along the way, through the streets, the chain kept teasing her. She felt also sort of a soft itch in her pubic area, but the chain and the rings captured all her attention. In the elevator in the way to her bedroom she kept rubbing her thighs together worrying the man that was next to her and amusing his wife.

As soon as she got in the bedroom she grabbed the magic wand from her suitcase, lifted both the tunic and the skirt and, not bothering ro remove her panties she went at it. On all fours over the bed, except for the hand holding the wand, she bucked as if her lover were fucking her from behind until she reached her first orgasm. Then she laid on the bed and, after a short pause, she applied the wand again more in a classical misionary fashion.

With her need satiated she could at last undress, move the chain to her waist and get a shower. Summer in the gulf was hard enough, more so if she teased her pussy for hours, so she was having two showers a day. It had been her first trip ever, not counting the ones with her parents to visit her uncles, and she wanted to enjoy it. Having helicopter parents obsessed with educating a robot more than a daughter had its ups and downs. All the love given and the money inverted in education and extra-curricular activities were ups. The repressed emotions and lack of a normal social life were downs. No drugs, no sex, no parties... She didn't even had sexy but normal clothes such as tight shorts or tops, aside from the leggings she used for the ballet clases. Only books and more books. Hannah was spoiling herself a bit in that trip, enjoying her repressed sexuality, and the temporary independence. After that she would go back to the boring office job she had been offered right after leaving college. With the money she had rented her first apartment and still hadn't managed to clean all the filth the previous tenant had left. She wanted to enjoy her persian fantasy before going back to the cold real world.

When she got off the shower and was about to comb her hair she felt something rare on her pussy. Some kind of weight. She reached down but didn't find anything out of place. When she tried to stick a finger inside she found the problem. She couldn't. She ran to the bed, to grab her cellphone. Pulling the rings on her labia the sides she opened her slit and took a bunch of pictures.

What she saw was both impressive and terrifying. On the entrance to her pussy she had a web of strands made of a gilded metal. It was deformable, but not elastic, so it didn't regain its form immediately. She could pull and the mesh would show up slightly but forcing her lips together. Grabbing her rings and pulling to the sides the mesh, and therefor her vaginal entrance, expanded up to barely and inch and a half of width. She could feel the tension on her skin but didn't hurt because, with so many strands of metal, the force was well distributed. Looking closely on the pictures she could see were the wires penetrated the skin but she couldn't see what was keeping them afixed and why they wouldn't come out.

That was terrible. Her next important life project was finding a boyfriend with the possibility of getting married. With that thing in there normal sex would be impossible. She wanted to get fucked. She needed to get fucked. A twenty four years old virgin was a rara avis and she didn't want to be that anymore. Fifteen years dancing, classic, modern and exotic, had granted her an awesome body that no man had ever seen or touched. Or woman. Aside from a couple of pecks on the lips that a bi-curious girlfriend had given her, and her frequent masturbatory practices, she hadn't done anything remotely close to sex. And now she couldn't. And yet a part of her couldn't stop thinking that the golden mesh looked very hot.

That was impossible, that metallic mesh appearing out of nowhere, protuding from her skin. Magic was the only explanation. And the only kind of magic she remembered having interacting with was that damn gilded idol in that shitty museum.

She quickly got dressed again hoping to find the handsome, whispering stranger. She ran to the museum, that was not far from the hotel. The guard at the door recalled her face from barely an hour ago and kindly let her pass. Going upstairs she saw across the corridor that the balcony was empty. She had no means to find the handsome stranger so her situation was dire. She decided to ask the director of the museum hoping that he knew anything about the idol. When she bursted into the office she saw that the director was a woman. And an angry one.

-Who are you?- She yelled in farsi.

-I'm so sorry.- Hannah immediately apologized.- I have no excuse. I need to ask you a question.

-A question? Must be very important.- Hannah entusiastically nodded.- Then ask away.

-Do you know the legend about the idol upstairs?

-Yeah, supposedly if you pledge loyalty and obedience, and if you are worthy, it grants you a wish. The legend is three thousand years old and is very vague. Now, if you excuse me.- With a gesture of her hand she tried to tell Hannah to fuck off.

-Loyalty and obedience?- Perhaps loyalty included not being able to fuck, Hannah guessed. A very jealous idol.- Wait..., if I'm worthy?

-Yes, there are three requirements. First, you have to be a decent person. Second, you have to be a virgin. And third, you need to have at least one piece of gold pierced through your skin.- Hannah started to sweat under her tunic.- Ignoring the magical bullshit, what we know for sure is that the metal of the idol has some kind of magnetic anomaly, so we always ask the visitors to remove their piercings. The guard asked you right?

-Yeah!- She moved aside the fabric of the hijab to show her earrings.- I removed all the gold.- She lied.

-And a beautiful westerner like you wouldn't be virgin at your age, right?

-No! What? No!!- She lied again.

-Right, so...- She repeated the gesture of her hand, this time accentuated by an angry face.

-One last question, please. What if I have regrets? I mean..., not me, the person doing the pledge.

-I don't know, it's a three thousand years old legend. I guess that you wouldn't get your wish. Or the idol would be angry. I don't know, I don't believe in magic.

-Neither did I.- Hannah whispered with a sigh.- Thank you, ma'am. Sorry for breaking in.

Along the way back to the hotel she kept pondering her options. The metal didn't seem so strong, she could try to break it. She of course didn't want to anger a magical idol, but she didn't want to be a virgin either. On the other hand she had wished to be happy. It couldn't be so bad. A virgin, yes, but a happy one. That assuming that the wish would work. Except that at that time she wan't happier than before. She felt indeed a bit sexier. That golden thing between her legs made her look hard to get. Like in those tales were a princess is forced to wear a chastity belt until the king finds a fiance for her. Still accepting the enforced chastity in exchange for the promise of happyness was foolish. But renouncing to a life of happyness in exchange for sex would be even more foolish. She could still masturbate anyway. She spent the last minutes of her trip back to the hotel wondering how the magic wand would feel when it played music with all those strings.