"A figure within the painting."

Around Kasha was tall grass, a bright sun, and the key laying on the ground a few feet from her. There was also a view into the room she'd been in, like an open window, but grass wrapped tightly around the elf's ankles to hold her in place.

So she'd have to cut her way out. Kasha grabbed for one of her many daggers.

But as she reached for it, she felt something tickle her skin, like a brush working its way across her. And instead of the knife she expected and the belt it was held in, all Kasha touched was bare skin.

Looking down, a strip of Kasha's clothes (where she'd held most of her daggers) had vanished, leaving behind a patch of bare skin. But it didn't look like Kasha's usual skin color, it was more like paint.

Kasha felt the brush again, tickling her belly, and her outfit began to disappear.

Trying to pull the grass out of the ground, Kasha tried to free herself even while suppressing giggles as the feeling of a brush on bare skin tickled her all over.

Once enough of the fabric had been 'painted over' then her clothes would start to fall away in tatters.

Soon enough, Kasha stood nude.

Then, she felt the brush touch her eyes, and closed them for a moment.

And was unable to open them back up.

Now blind, Kasha was left helpless as the brush began to play with her more. No, not just one brush anymore, several. Kasha squirmed as each of her nipples were brushed over and over, her pert breasts becoming more and more sensitive.

Even as they were teased though, Kasha felt another brush begin to stroke her clit, and let out a helpless moan. It tickled, but it also felt good.

As she became increasingly turned on, Kasha helplessly fell to her knees. She couldn't resist the urge to reach her fingers between her legs to play with herself. But once she was down, more grass reached up and grabbed her wrists, pulling her down to the ground in a spreadeagled pose. Squirming, Kasha desperately wanted to touch herself.

The brushes continued to tease her, making her feel hotter and hotter. She could feel it, she was gonna cum, just a bit more...

And the brushes pulled away.

Kasha was given a few moments to catch her breath.

As she lay there, she felt a tickling on her eyelids. Although she could not see it, eyes were painted onto her eyelids so it looked as if her eyes were always open. They were almost identical to Kasha's eyes, except her pupils had been replaced with bright pink hearts.

Just as Kasha finally calmed down, the brushes returned to her bits, playing with her once more.

Turning her on once more.

Bringing her to the edge of orgasm once more.

And once more, they pulled away at the last moment.

"Please fuck me," Kasha begged. "Just let me come please!"

But the brushes ignored her.

Her **** would continue, tickled to the edge of orgasm and then abandoned.

From the outside, a bound, blonde-haired elf could be seen writing naked on a field of grass. Only upon close examination would one realize the elf was moving, squirming in her restraints, constantly being teased to the edge of orgasm.

And so, Kasha's eternity of edging would be an art piece that hung in the halls of the Mischievous Mansion.

BAD END