Sophia, dressed in her queenly black leather catsuit, was now clenching a pen sideways between her teeth, writing something on a piece of parchment spread over the desk—parchment she had, of course, "borrowed" from Anna's own stash of traveling supplies.
It was actually easier to write this way standing up: with her mouth holding the pen, she could use the leverage of her waist and legs to guide her script, whereas sitting would have offered her less control. So she stood, bare feet apart for balance, using only the subtle, practiced swaying of her hips and thighs to maneuver the pen clamped in her jaw, the tip scratching over the rough animal skin in a looping, almost calligraphic script.
Isaac stood behind her, unable to tear his eyes away from her bound, tightly-tied form. Her legs—still stubbornly refusing to let him untie them—remained lashed together, and her curvy ass, thrust out for balance, kept swaying in time with her movements, the roundness flexing hypnotically with every stroke she wrote. His thoughts started to drift, his cock immediately standing to attention, tenting his pants like a flag at full mast.
"Oh, little Zack's little friend is standing up again," Sophia sneered, dropping the pen and telling Isaac exactly what she'd heard, the corners of her lips curling with amusement.
"T-that's different! You—you're the one seducing me, you vampiric temptress!" Isaac tried to parrot something Anna had said to him before, using it now in self-defense.
"Hmph. Now little Zack even talks like his little bitch, ever since he got himself one." Sophia turned around, arching her chest so her twin peaks pointed directly at Isaac, her smile dripping with mockery. "Anyway, my work is done!"
Isaac moved up beside her, glancing down at the parchment now covered in lines of mathematical formulas and geometric diagrams, completely unintelligible to him. "What's… this?"
"This, my dear, is the spell array I just finished. Tomorrow, you'll take this parchment to the city's mage guild—this is the second biggest city in Gruns, so there'll certainly be a guild there. Ask them to copy the array onto the balancing magic ruby in the Heartblade."
"What kind of spell is it?"
"It's a simple one! They'll understand it for sure. Even if they don't, I've written the formulas out for them. All they have to do is copy it. Tell them the method for embedding the spell into the gem is exactly the same as enchanting a magic scroll—in fact, it's easier, since there's no need to actually transcribe the array onto the stone. If they know how to enchant staves, they'll get it. Oh, and if they ask about the Heartblade, don't tell them anything. That's a top-tier magical artifact."
"But what's the spell do?" Isaac was still baffled. He was a total idiot with magic—just like Sophia had said, even Georgina, a peasant girl, had figured out the Heartblade's stored magic functions on her first try. That idiot-proof "one-click cast" was easy for her; meanwhile, Isaac hadn't managed a thing until Sophia had drilled him for ages. Just days before, when Sophia's clothes had been shredded by Anna, it was only with Sophia's help that he'd managed to use the Heartblade's spell to repair her outfit.
"It's… a simple little teleportation spell… to help a certain tightly-bound countess put on her own collection of lingerie. In other words, a spell for changing clothes while trussed up." Sophia's cheeks colored a little as she admitted this. And then she suddenly turned and shouted, making sure her voice would carry through the thin door of the storeroom, "From now on, every pair of underwear I take off will go straight into the little slut's mouth!"
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!" came the angry, muffled protests from inside the storeroom.
Sophia's leather catsuit had been conjured by magic, but when she'd been stockpiling spells in the Heartblade back in Windleaf Town, she'd forgotten to add a spell for conjuring new panties—or for changing them. So when she'd taken off the panties stained by blood and, thanks to battle, a bit of involuntary soiling, she'd been left bare under her leather, forced to feel the slick hide pressed directly against her mound—utterly uncomfortable.
"Alright then, tomorrow I'll get it done. It's late—we should sleep." Isaac said, heading to his own bed.
"Zack! You still haven't carried me to bed!" Sophia, knees and thighs still tightly trussed by Isaac earlier, gave a little hop, making the ropes creak.
"Didn't you just little-step yourself over to the table? Why not hop yourself back?" Isaac was genuinely puzzled.
"No! You tied my knees for that little bitch—so now you have to take responsibility for me!"
"You're so stubborn, refusing to let me untie you…"
"I don't care! If you don't carry me to bed, I won't sleep all night. It'll all be your fault, and you'll have to answer for it as my servant!" Sophia stuck out her chin.
"Alright, alright, my lady." Isaac got up, walked over, and scooped Sophia up in a princess-carry, laying her gently on the other bed.
"Good night, my lady." He tucked her in and blew out the lamp.
Morning.
"Listen, you're not allowed to—"
"Not allowed to bully the little bitch, I know, I know. I would never bully such a low creature," Sophia said, sitting on the bed, giving Isaac a look of pure disdain.
Isaac was getting ready to head out for Sophia's errand, planning to pick up some breakfast on the way. But he was worried Sophia would harass Anna as soon as he left. He was no saint—he liked seeing girls in distress—but he wasn't reckless like Sophia. If those two kept fighting, they'd hunt each other to the ends of the earth. It was best to cool things down, even if Anna had almost killed him—he didn't want to carry two big headaches everywhere he went.
"I don't trust you."
"What's there not to trust? Want to tie my legs up again?"
"Just what I was thinking. Frog-hop!" With a command, Sophia's legs locked up, forcing her to bounce awkwardly, only able to move in little jumps.
"You—you really did it?!" Sophia pouted. "That wasn't what I meant, you jerk!"
"It's what you wanted!"
"Damn you, Zack! Just for that little bitch, you tied me up again! You're so mean!" Sophia bounced in a huff, almost toppling over. Isaac quickly caught her like a dance partner.
"I don't need your filthy hands, you lowly creature!"
"Fine then." Isaac pretended to let go.
"Wait! Ahh! Don't! I want you to hold me!" Sophia's bravado shattered as soon as she lost balance, her tough, smoky-eyed glare a comical contrast to her sudden pleading.
"Promise me you won't hurt her." Isaac steadied her.
"Hmph. What's there to fear? I'm not going to eat her. If I do bully her, you can hang me up and give me a good beating."
"Fine, don't bully her." Isaac finally left.
"Safe travels, Zack!" Sophia waved, all smiles as if watching a favorite pet head out. Isaac left, in a surprisingly good mood.
No sooner had he left than Sophia, legs still bound, frog-hopped her way to the storeroom. "Hehehe, Zack's gone, you're finished, little bitch!"
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!" Anna panicked. She had no idea that the moment Isaac left, Sophia would come bouncing over to her.
Anna's current position was beyond humiliating. She hung there, bound, with ropes winding around her chest and through her cleavage, her breasts—swelled to a D-cup by aphrodisiac—tightly squeezed. Her waist was wrapped in half a dozen coils, and with Sophia's magic pain-killer, the ropes didn't injure her but did squeeze her lower ribs mercilessly, distorting her belly, leaving her unable to breathe properly. Her bladder and gut were crushed by the ropes, and after a day and two nights without relief, she was in agony, dignity the only thing keeping her from wetting and soiling herself in front of Sophia.
But it wasn't just the ropes. Her arms, like Sophia's, were lashed together at the elbows and wrists, circulation saved only by Sophia's potion. Her hands were numb and useless.
A crotch-rope bit into her, every breath tugging on it, each inhale a jolt of pain and pleasure. The crotch-rope was linked to both her suspension rope and the chest harness, so every swing sent waves of sensation through her, shameful and intense.
A collar at her neck forced her to face forward, last night's sleep a struggle between strangulation and the aphrodisiac's drowsiness. The drug also made sure she felt every ounce of stimulation even while dreaming.
Her legs were folded tight, calves pressed to thighs, her leathers digging in, ropes biting into her flesh like teeth. Against Sophia, she was utterly helpless.
With a rip, Sophia tore off Anna's blindfold.
"Where shall I bully you first, little bitch?" Sophia smirked, pure villainess.
"Mmph! Mmph!" Anna whimpered, writhing, setting off fresh pain and pleasure, a trickle of liquid escaping her.
"Seems like just touching you gets you soaking wet, little bitch." Sophia turned, planted her ass right in Anna's face, and began to grind, swinging Anna's body like a punchbag.
Anna's ropes tightened with every swing, her body leaking sweat, arousal, and—thanks to the aphrodisiac—milk, until she was a dripping, shuddering mess.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Anna's face bounced off Sophia's elastic ass, each impact a fresh humiliation.
"Let's see how your milk tastes?" Sophia crouched beneath Anna, mouth latching onto Anna's left breast. With a vicious bite, milk sprayed through the fabric, soaking her corset.
"Mmph! Mmph!" Anna, only 21, had never nursed a child, but thanks to Sophia's drugs, her breasts were swollen with milk. She writhed, mortified, as Sophia sucked greedily.
Sophia stood, licked the milk from her lips. "Tasty. Maybe I'll take you back to my castle and keep you as a cow."
"Mmph! Mmph!" Anna's eyes filled with tears of humiliation.
"Haha, scared again? Don't worry, I'm just teasing—Dominax 4, Belmonda 0! Oh, look at that, you wet yourself!" Sophia's supernatural hearing caught every sound—liquid and otherwise—and Anna's soiled pants told the rest.
"You made me wet myself, but I made you shit yourself that night. That makes it Dominax 6, Belmonda 1. I'll even give you a point for that!" Sophia crowed, but suddenly her ears perked up. "Zack's back already?"
"Shit, I have to go!" Sophia frog-hopped away, cursing her slow, awkward progress. Then she realized she'd left the blindfold off, bounced back in a panic, clamped it in her mouth, and had just gotten upright when the door opened.
"Damn, being tied up takes longer than I thought. Whatever, I'm not some coward." Sophia spat out the blindfold, giving herself a pep talk as if she were a martyr.
The storeroom door opened: "Sophia, what are you doing in here?"
Sophia looked back, perfectly calm. "Just checking on Anna—making sure she wasn't hurt."
"And that blindfold on the floor?"
"Checking her eyes for injury."
"And the puddle?"
"That was… just helping her exercise."
"Why does it smell like piss?"
"That's because Anna has no sense of shame—she pissed herself in front of me."
"And that angry look on her face?" Isaac pointed at Anna's furious, tear-stained face.
"She's ungrateful, doesn't appreciate my kindness!"
"You really think anyone's going to believe this story?" Isaac grinned.
"Hmph, do what you want! If you punish me, I won't beg for mercy!" Sophia glared at him, chin high.
"Oh? Didn't you say if you bullied her I should hang you up and beat you?"
"Obviously you should reward me with something tasty." Sophia, still haughty.
"And who said anything about being strung up and whipped?"
"That was Anna!" Sophia growled.
"Back to 'little bitch' so soon?"
"Mmph!" Anna's muffled protest said she wanted justice.
"Hmph! I, Sophia Dominax, have fallen into the hands of a wicked, lecherous human. Hang me up and beat me if you dare! If I cry out for mercy, I'll change my name!"
"Oh? Then I guess I'd better gag you.""You wouldn't da—mmph!" Sophia was cut off as Isaac stuffed the gag in her mouth.
Anna watched, actually laughing at the scene.
Sophia, though, was furious, muffled protests growing louder.
"Hang you up, then. But first, there's something else to do."
"Mmph?" Sophia's eyes widened in panic as Isaac picked up the remaining ropes from Anna's restraints, flipped her onto her stomach, bent her legs back, and trussed her up, tying her ankles to the crotch-rope. As soon as he let go, her legs snapped back, pulling the rope tight between her thighs.
"Mmph!" The sudden tension made Sophia shudder, a wet spot blooming beneath her.
Knowing Sophia's vampire body could take any abuse, Isaac tied her tight, the ropes digging deep into her flesh—harder than any human could stand. His mind raced with all the wicked fantasies he'd never dared try before.
"Up you go," Isaac whispered.
"Mmph! Mmph!" Sophia thrashed as he strung her up, face-to-face with Anna.
Anna beamed at the sight.
"Mmph!" Sophia now understood exactly how Anna felt, all her weight straining her chest and crotch, the ropes slick with her own fluids.
Isaac grabbed a whip and gave her a wicked smile.
"Mmph? Mmph? MMMPH?!" Sophia's eyes bulged with fear. She'd never been punished, never been whipped like this.
Crack! Crack! Crack! The whip lashed her again and again, Sophia's protests growing weaker.
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph! MMMPH!"
"Sophia, maybe next time you'll think twice before bullying Miss Belmonda!" Isaac delivered another lash.
Sophia, never beaten in her life outside of combat, felt shame and pain flood her senses—she couldn't let Anna or Isaac see her cry.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Isaac whipped her until he ran out of strength, leaving Sophia's leather catsuit shredded in places, exposing glimpses of pale skin.
After ten minutes, exhausted, Isaac finally stopped. Sophia, vampire stamina undiminished, kept howling for another ten minutes before he let her down—though still kept her hogtied.
"You bastard! Little pervert! Filthy creep!" Sophia spat, as soon as he ungagged her.
"Keep that up and I'll gag you again," Isaac warned.
"Hmph! I'm just letting you win, you know!" Sophia glared, rage and humiliation mixing in her eyes.
Anna watched, deeply satisfied. For once, she felt safe, even… cared for by Isaac.
"Zack, will you carry me out? I have something to tell you," Sophia said at last.
"I'll feed Anna first. Want some?"
Sophia's stomach rumbled, but she didn't want to deal with bathroom needs.
"No, you feed the little bitch."
Isaac stepped over Sophia, ungagged Anna, and pulled out a pair of panties to feed her with.
"You still want to go out?""…No," Anna admitted. She'd rather watch Sophia's humiliation.
"Your pants…" Isaac noted Anna's soiled trousers.
"Pretend it didn't happen!" Anna ordered, dignity intact.
"Cheeky even when trussed up… must want another whipping," Sophia muttered.
"You started it. If you can't be nice, I won't be nice either," Isaac warned.
"I, Anna Belmonda, would sooner die than yield to you two!"
"Then next time Sophia bullies you, I won't help."
"No need! Untie me and I'll finish her off myself!" Sophia chimed in, still bound.
"I… I'll cooperate," Anna admitted.
"Then stop hunting us and we'll let you go."
"Impossible! That's the Belmonda family's fate!"
"Then I'll keep you tied until you change your mind."
"Can I have some food…?" Anna asked quietly.
Isaac took a piece of baguette and pressed it to Anna's lips. She opened her mouth, letting him push it in.
"I want some too!" Sophia demanded.
"After I finish with her."
"No! I want it now!"
"Alright, alright, my lady," Isaac shoved a baguette into Sophia's mouth as well.
Anna, for some reason, felt a childish jealousy flare up. "If you feed me first, I'll cooperate more," she blurted.
"You little—!" Sophia sputtered, swallowing the last of the bread.
"How is it six to two? What did you two do this morning?" Isaac asked, shoving more bread into Anna's mouth.
"Never mind, I won big—if you hadn't interrupted…"
"Water, I need water." Anna croaked.
Isaac poured her some milk, spilling much of it over her chest.
"Doesn't taste as good as the little bitch's milk," Sophia quipped.
Anna felt her face go hot.Sophia, sensing her embarrassment, pouted, "Don't tell me the little bitch likes Zack?"
"You witch! I'd never fall for a traitorous slave!"
"Careful, Miss Belmonda," Isaac warned, waving the filthy gag at her.
Anna bit back her retort, settling for a huff.
"Alright, time to gag and blindfold her again."
"No—mmph!" Isaac stuffed Sophia's panties in Anna's mouth, then tied the foul gag over it.
"Zack, carry me out!"
"You sure you don't want to eat?"
"I don't want your food! You chose the cow over me!"
"Then let's go."
Isaac picked Sophia up, still hogtied and tattered, and left Anna dangling, humiliated.
"You bastard, how dare you bully me!" Sophia started complaining the instant she was carried out.
"I warned you, don't bully her."
"I think you've been seduced by her!" Sophia snapped.
"Stop it, haven't I told you my plan already? As long as she stops hunting us, that's all that matters."
"You really think a Belmonda would give up the family vendetta against vampires? Especially when I've been their primary target for eight centuries."
"I'll—"
"Alright, alright, aren't you even curious about my plan?"
"Oh right, how do I use the spell to change your clothes?"
Sophia suddenly blushed. "Zack, go get a pretty pair of panties and a bra from the pack."
"Huh?"
"Go on, hurry up!"
"Yes, my lady."
Isaac gently set the hogtied Sophia down on the bed and found a set of white underwear from her luggage.
"Zack, take the dagger and recite this word in your mind: ^&*%."
"In my mind?"
"Of course! The Heartblade is used this way. Actually, all magical items—scrolls, rings, wands—should be cast without chanting out loud! Only because you're so dim that I made you do it the old-fashioned way. Scrolls and the like exist for wizards to use in emergencies, or for warriors and thieves who can't use magic themselves. Who would expect you to recite an incantation just to trigger an enchanted item? Idiot!"
"Uh… Sorry, I really didn't know…"
"Idiot, idiot! In theory, high-tier legendary items like the Heartblade, which have instant-cast, silent-cast, and triggered-cast functions, don't even require the keyword—just picturing the spell in your mind triggers it immediately!"
"Instant-cast? Triggered-cast? Silent-cast?" Isaac blinked, confused.
"Triggered-cast means you can cast spells by just moving a body part—no gestures or poses needed. There's some energy loss, but the Heartblade compensates for that! You could attack while running away, for example. Silent-cast means you cast without speaking, just by thinking the incantation—way faster, especially for someone like you who stutters under pressure! I can use silent-cast for any human spell—even if you gag me, I could blow your little friend off, you know."
"Not with that collar you can't," Isaac cut in.
"Hmph! Can't you at least pretend I can, just for fun?"
"What about instant-cast?"
"Means casting in a single motion! Not literally instant, but as quick as pulling a trigger. The more skilled, the smaller the motion—one finger could do it. Of course, instant-cast still needs a gesture, so it's not quite as energy-efficient as triggered-cast, but much more practical. And if you combine silent and instant-cast, you could cast in the blink of an eye!"
"This dagger does all three?"
"Of course, our family's Heartblade even boosts the power of every spell stored in it."
"If I can just picture the magic in my mind, why do I need the keyword?"
"Because you're an idiot! If I let you try without the word, we'd be here all day! If you can't handle saying a word, how are you supposed to cast anything by pure willpower?"
"Fine, fine, anything else I should know?"
"To cast this spell, besides thinking the word, you have to concentrate on the panties."
"Huh? The panties?"
"And also…"
"And also what?"
"Also, Zack, focus your attention on the part of me that isn't wearing any…" Sophia's face reddened as she trailed off.
"That's how it works? No wonder the wizards were grinning when I went to the guild to charge the gem!"
"It's because I'm tied up! Just try it, I've added fail-safes to the spell so nothing bad will happen!"
"O-okay…"
Isaac took up the dagger, thought the keyword, focused on the panties, and then—nervously—on the spot between Sophia's legs…
Aside from his own erection, nothing happened.
"You're an idiot pervert! You can only move that thing, nothing else!" Sophia scolded him furiously. Isaac, annoyed, tried again. Nothing. Again. Nothing.
"Idiot!"
"Idiot!"
"I—"
Suddenly, the panties on the bed disappeared!
"Zack did it!" Sophia squealed, wriggling herself from a hogtied position to a sideways sprawl. Through the ripped leather at her crotch, Isaac could see the white panties now snug on her body.
"Now put the bra on!"
He tried again. This time, the bra vanished from his hand, reappearing—just visible—beneath the torn leather.
"Perfect! Now I can stuff my scented panties into the little slut's mouth any time!" Sophia grinned, utterly unfazed by her predicament.
"That… that was your plan?"
"And underwear is comfortable! And it looks good!" With the extra layer under her tight suit, Sophia was obviously more comfortable.
Isaac, with Sophia's direction, then managed to use the spell to repair her shredded suit, this time without chanting.
"There are two more spells for you to try."
"What?"
"Think this word and focus on me." Sophia said a new word.
Isaac tried it, and this time—with his newfound experience—it worked right away.
A blood-red rope appeared out of thin air, stretching longer and longer, twining around Sophia, binding her even tighter than before. The starting end floated in midair, like a leash fixed to nothing.
"What's this?"
"One of the spells I stored back in Windleaf, a Dominax Bondage Spell I invented when I was twenty to torment slaves."
"Trying it out on yourself first, huh?"
"Just a test—no! Stop!" The rope, acting like a tentacle, lifted Sophia off the bed, keeping its softness but with immense strength. The tip of the rope split, a second strand snaking out and grabbing Sophia's ass, hooking onto her crotch-rope. The first rope let go, so all her weight now hung from the crotch-rope, making her gasp: "Ah—ah—ah, you pervert—you—mmph!" The first rope looped around her lips, gagging her.
Suddenly, the divine energy in her crotch-rope burned through the evil red magic rope, dropping Sophia to the floor with a thud and dissolving the spell.
"Owwwww! I just told you to test it! How could you treat me like this! I'll kill you, you horny bastard!" Sophia raged.
Isaac panicked, but he realized he was now in control. "No more insults or I'll gag you."
"You—how could you! I showed you all my weaknesses and secrets and you—don't, don't, I was wrong, Isaac, master!" The moment he showed her the gag, Sophia immediately caved.
"You're quick to beg, huh?" Isaac smiled, fully aware of her ways.
"Once I get back to Sylvania, I'll—"
"Feed you to the dogs, quarter you, behead you, you say these every day. Ever heard the boy-who-cried-wolf story, my lady?"
"Hmph." Sophia rolled her eyes at him.
"Stop fooling around, what's the last spell?"
"The last one is a cleaning spell—try it on Anna."
"Really? To clean her up? Why so nice all of a sudden?" Isaac was suspicious.
"Of course it's for Anna's own good!" Sophia declared.
The moment Sophia called her "Anna" instead of "little bitch," Isaac was sure it was a trick. "If you're lying, I'll make you pay!" Isaac was now bold enough to challenge Sophia, enjoying his new authority.
"No!" Sophia looked guilty.
"No choice, you're tied up anyway!" Isaac went to the storeroom, brought Anna—still hogtied—out and set her down in front of Sophia.
"I'm trying it!" Isaac activated the spell.
A jet of fire shot from Anna's body—it was the Ignite spell Georgina had used on Sophia's spiderwebs!
Anna burst into flames, rolling on the ground, screaming, the fire burning away her gag, clothes, and ropes.
Isaac rushed to the bathroom, brought a huge bucket of water, and dumped it over Anna, dousing the flames.
Despite being hogtied for two days, Anna leaped up naked, her body toughened by Sophia's potion. With numb hands, she punched Isaac to the ground, then delivered a flying kick to Sophia's face.
"Take that, you bitch!" Anna snarled, kicking Sophia again.
"My sword?" Anna looked around wildly—just as a red rope shot out from thin air and started binding her legs.
"What's this?" Anna turned and saw Isaac, bleeding at the lip, holding the Heartblade, controlling the magic rope.
The rope wound around Anna's legs, climbing higher. Anna tried to jump away, but another strand split off, forcing its way between her thighs like a crotch-rope.
"Ah!" Still under the aphrodisiac, Anna moaned, liquid pouring down her legs. She was distracted, allowing two more ropes to tie her arms behind her, crossing her forearms in an X behind her back, then winding tightly around her upper body. One last rope wrapped her mouth, connecting to the back ropes, forcing her to stick out her chest and losing her voice once more.
Now stark naked, Anna was forced to her knees, two ropes pushing her down, folding her in thirds—calves to thighs, thighs to chest. This position was even worse than before; she whimpered helplessly.
"Miss Belmonda, consider this a warning. No more outbursts," Isaac said, gripping the dagger.
"Sophia, the Dominax Bondage Spell can make the ropes permanent, just concentrate!" Sophia advised.
Isaac focused for ten minutes, as Sophia described. At the end, he lost control of the ropes, but they stayed solid and real. Sophia used those ten minutes to taunt and insult Anna non-stop.
Isaac wiped blood from his mouth. Sophia started to praise him, but he quickly used the bondage spell to gag her as punishment for tricking him.
"How does it feel to be bound by your own invention, my lady?" Isaac taunted her, rubbing his sore mouth.
Sophia, never before attacked by her own spell, now found herself hogtied and even hung by a noose.
A rope looped around her neck, hanging her vertically. Isaac, careful to avoid her collar and shackles, left her to dangle.
"My lady, you've been very naughty, getting me beaten up like this," Isaac pointed at his bleeding mouth.
"mmmmmmmmm…" Sophia could barely make a sound as all her weight hung from her neck.
Isaac was furious—Sophia's reckless games could have killed them all, and she had to be punished.
Five ropes appeared from nowhere, lashing her breasts, ass, thighs, and crotch like whips. Tied and hung vertically, Sophia was little more than a human punching bag, her body swaying, pain and pleasure spiking with each blow.
"mmmmmmmmmmm…" Her voice was weak, but her suffering was intense. The repeated beatings made her lose control of her body; after days of wine and milk, her bladder was full to bursting. But now, with pain and shame overwhelming her, she lost control, a stream of yellow liquid gushing from between her legs, splattering everywhere with every swing.
The ropes only whipped her faster, ignoring her suffering.