Her hands, bound behind her back, held the two plugs—urethral plug and anal plug—from the kit Isaac had found in the army's supply wagon. Like the ropes, collars, and ankle cuffs, both plugs emitted a faint blue glow. Isaac only knew Anna was supposed to "help" Sophia, but he had no idea what the task entailed—having Anna plug up Sophia down there was simply too shameful, and Sophia hadn't told Isaac a thing. Anna merely asked him where the bag of restraints was; after he pointed it out, she turned away, fished out the plugs, and now followed Sophia's earlier instructions.
It was clear that Sophia—who didn't even want Isaac to see her naked—would never let a male put those plugs in for her. Sophia had never had anything like that inserted before; she simply wanted to avoid another humiliating accident in front of Isaac. Naively, she believed that her vampire physiology meant she wouldn't suffer any harm from prolonged retention, and that once plugged, she'd never have to worry about it again. She'd soon regret that.
"The little bitch has way fewer ropes on her than I do. That's not fair!"
"There are way fewer ropes on you than on me, little slut! That's not fair!" The two naked beauties glanced at each other's "decorations"; Sophia was clearly outdone.
"Nothing unfair about it, vampire. I'll plug these in and leave." Anna glanced at Sophia, who was bound from head to toe in the tub—divine ropes glowing faint blue around her upper body, but just regular hemp on her legs, like Anna herself. Her gaze lingered on Sophia's two large breasts, made even fuller by the ropes. Anna had a fine figure herself, but this monster's was even better? She actually felt a stab of jealousy.
"Stand up. I'll block you, and then I'm done here."
"Hmph, you can't do it unless you untie my legs." Sophia stood up in the tub. With her hands bound behind her back, Anna really couldn't insert both plugs with Sophia's legs bound tightly together; some freedom of movement was needed.
"I'm not untying your ropes."
"Come on, little slut, you only have rope on your wrists—you could elbow me! I still have a crotch rope down below. Are you scared of even this version of me?"
Anna was, in fact, afraid of Sophia's monstrous strength—one kick and she'd be out cold. This royal vampire's power was more like an ogre's, and she seemed to be holding back. Otherwise, her skull would've been crushed that night.
Anna didn't know the ankle cuffs could limit Sophia's strength, but she was curious why ordinary hemp rope could bind a vampire's ogre-like legs.
"Are you scared I'll kick you, little slut?"
"Of course not!"
"Then why won't you untie me? Are you just afraid?"
"Who's afraid! I'll do it!" Anna had clearly been provoked. With her back to Sophia, she slowly untied the ropes binding Sophia's legs.
"There, there—your rope-tying skills are terrible, little slut!"
"Spread your legs so I can plug you. Then I'm done."
Sophia spread her legs. Anna lifted the crotch rope at Sophia's front, getting ready to insert the urethral plug.
But lifting it caused the crotch rope to tighten over Sophia's pussy, pressing the divine rope directly onto the unprotected, deep pink flesh of her clit.
"Ahhh!—ah—ah—ahhhh! Ah—ah! It hurts!" The divine energy scorched Sophia's sensitive inner flesh; it felt like a combination of chili and electric shock.
Anna was not the gentle type. Seeing Sophia in pain, she yanked even harder, digging the rope deeper into her.
"Ah—ah—ahhh! Ah—ah, it hurts—ah!" Tears streamed from Sophia's eyes, and love juices ran down her thighs. That's exactly what Anna wanted.
Anna grabbed the urethral plug, lined it up, and shoved it into Sophia's urethra.
"Uwahhhhhh—why—does—it—hurt—so—much!" The plug felt like chili and electric shock to a vampire, too. Sophia's urethra was on fire, and she couldn't control the urge to urinate, but nothing came out—the plug worked.
"Ahh! Ahh!" Sophia collapsed onto the edge of the tub, wracked with pain. Anna didn't give her a break; she walked around the tub, stepped in, and with Sophia's ass right in front of her, grabbed the rope at Sophia's butt and gave it a brutal yank.
"Ahh! Ahhh!" Pulling the rope out of her ass crack was no easy feat. The force pressed even harder on Sophia's private parts, and the urethral plug was wedged in tighter.
"Ah—ah—ah—ah—ah!" A lot of fluid ran from between Sophia's legs—clearly from the hole that wasn't blocked.
Anna finally got the rope loose enough to insert the next plug. She grabbed the enormous, barbed anal plug—almost 25cm long—and rammed it into Sophia's ass.
The result was predictable: the plug, made from divine material, felt like being given a chili-water enema. Sophia collapsed, writhing on the floor in agony.
"Ah—ah—ah! It's coming out! I can't hold it! Ahh! Why—can't—it—come—out! Ah, it hurts! Ahh! Ah—!"
The plug stimulated Sophia's intestines so much she felt an overwhelming urge to empty her bowels, but she couldn't.
Standing in the tub, Anna looked down at Sophia, who was now flopping like a landed fish, shrieking in pain. She was delighted. Even though she herself had three plugs inside, hers only brought physical stimulation, not chili-water or electric-shock pain. As long as she didn't move too much, she could bear it.
Suddenly Anna had an idea. She stepped out of the tub and planted her foot on Sophia's face.
"Ah—ah, you little slut—ah, that hurts! Taking advantage—ah, it hurts so much!" Sophia was in so much pain from the plugs that she couldn't fight back.
"I told you, this is payback!" Anna put her other foot on Sophia's breast, kneading until Sophia's tits grew even firmer.
"Ahh!" Sophia gritted her teeth, rolled over, and tossed Anna off.
"Slut!"
"Bitch—ah—!" The two naked beauties cursed at the same time.
Then they began to wrestle with their unbound legs. Sophia, as a vampire, depended mostly on strength, but her skills among humans were merely top-tier—not the best. Anna was truly one of the five greatest martial artists alive, and Sophia was so overwhelmed by pain from the plugs she was completely outclassed.
Soon, Anna, with her greater freedom, caught Sophia's neck in a scissors hold with her legs.
Of course, Anna wasn't having a good time either: the 20cm plug in her chastity belt pressed into her pussy every time she squeezed, and with the aphrodisiac in her system, she was dripping wet.
"Ughh, ughh!" Sophia was choked, and the pain from the plugs made her unable to speak or fight back.
"Uh…little…bitch…I…surrender…" Sophia could only beg.
"Surrender so fast? Belmont one, Dominax zero!" Anna taunted, loosening her grip a bit to let Sophia speak.
"Ugh—cough—cough—" Sophia sputtered. "Ah—ugh—ah, little—bitch, that's only—one—point, now Dominax—uh, six to three—Belmont—ah—ah."
"No, it's six to seven!" Anna insisted, squeezing tighter.
"Ughhh! How—is—it—six—to—seven?"
"This morning, when you got whipped by Isaac and lost control, that's a point—six to three. I shot you several times—call that a point, six to four. I zapped you with the hunter's whip and you lost—six to five. I put in the plugs—six to six. Now I'm choking you out—six to seven!"
"No, that's not—right, little bitch, you're cheating! It's six to three—ugh ugh ugh—" When Sophia protested, Anna squeezed her legs even tighter. If Sophia were human, her neck would've snapped.
"Six to seven. Blink if you agree."
Sophia struggled but couldn't break free. She wouldn't beg for mercy so easily from this little bitch.
Anna gave her a "death roll" with her legs. If Sophia were human, she'd be dead.
But with her neck caught and unable even to moan, Sophia could only blink in surrender.
"Belmont seven, Dominax six!" Anna laughed.
Anna released her legs.
"Ugh, ah, ugh, ah…" Sophia was utterly spent, lying there completely at Anna's mercy.
Anna wasn't about to let the opportunity pass. She'd said she'd let go, but never promised not to bully Sophia further.
"Ah, ugh, ah, ugh!" Sophia's moans echoed from the bathroom.
"Women's war, huh," Isaac shook his head, hearing the sounds from outside the washroom.
A while later.
Eyes closed, bloodheart in hand, Isaac stood before the two naked, bound women. After Sophia surrendered, Anna too had soaked in the tub, washing away the filth, sweat, milk, and fluids from her body.
Isaac used magic, and with a whoosh, both women were dressed in bras and panties.
"That—those are—my clothes!" Sophia gasped hoarsely, her guts and urethra still in such pain that she could barely speak. She was now full of regret—why had she agreed to those special plugs? She could've used the same kind as Anna and avoided this chili-shock hell. Too late now. The plugs seemed "intelligent," just like the divine ropes—they had barbs that lengthened as soon as they were inserted, embedding into the flesh and locking in place.
"I…I…I need the bathroom…" Anna blushed.
"Sophia, can you leave?""I…can't…walk," Sophia admitted, for once not lying.
"So troublesome," Isaac muttered, not understanding why Sophia couldn't walk. He picked her up and laid her on the bed. Then he brought the wooden chamber pot from the washroom, carried Anna over, and removed her panties. Anna blushed even harder, feeling like a child, needing a man to help her pee.
Isaac took out the master key. The chastity belt had four keyholes: one for the belt, three for the plugs. The plugs were hollow; unlocking the appropriate one would open a channel and let whatever was inside drain out.
Isaac inserted the key into the urethral plug. Anna's urine gushed out.
Being watched by Isaac while urinating, Anna blushed furiously and turned her face away.
When she finished, Isaac wiped down the chastity belt, relocked the urethral plug, and pulled her panties up. Anna's blue lace underwear fully covered the chastity belt, leaving no clue of what was beneath.
Anna, with her legs unbound, could easily have kicked Isaac unconscious, but knowing only Isaac and Sophia could unlock her (or so Sophia claimed), she submitted.
"You've been good. Tonight you can sleep in a bed," Isaac said.
Anna's face turned even redder. After two nights of being strappado-bound, she actually felt grateful. "Thank you, Mr. Isaac."
"Don't call me Mr. Isaac. Didn't you used to just call me Isaac?"
"Okay. Thank you, Isaac," Anna whispered shyly.
"But—"
"I have to be tied up, right? I won't fight the vampire, just tie me up—I'm much more obedient than her." Anna immediately regretted saying "obedient." Did that make her a pet?
"Don't worry, it won't be too hard on you." Isaac tied Anna's hands behind her, binding her forearms together. A horizontal figure-eight loop was cinched across her breasts, pushing them up, then secured to her upper arms and torso. Another rope went from her neck down to her back, suspending her arms in a Japanese-style takate-kote. Of course, there was a crotch rope: Isaac looped it around her waist, pulled it tight, then ran it back, yanking it up between her legs—pressing panties, chastity belt, and artificial shaft tight against her, making Anna gasp: "Ah—ah!"
The crotch rope was linked in front to the chest harness, and at the back to the wrist tie. Any movement of arms or chest tugged the crotch rope, stimulating all three filled passages.
"Do you need your mouth stuffed, too?" Anna saw Isaac holding Sophia's discarded panties, panicked.
"Sorry, it's one of her conditions for you to share a bed." With only two beds, someone had to double up. In truth, Anna would have preferred to sleep with Isaac than with Sophia.
…One of the conditions? Anna thought, but now she had no say; even her bodily functions were controlled. All she could do was open her mouth in humiliation. During Sophia's "trial," Anna had noticed Isaac was as disgusted as she was by Sophia's atrocities—maybe he was trustworthy. In fact, he was now the only person she could rely on.
"Wait!" Anna said, blushing, before being gagged.
"What is it?"
"Just call me Anna."
"Alright, Anna."
"Ah—mm—mm!" Isaac stuffed Sophia's panties into Anna's mouth. Only then did Anna realize they were still wet with Sophia's morning accident—and her juices.
Isaac then took the roll of tape he'd bought that afternoon, wrapping Anna's mouth several times to seal in the gag.
Next, he took a pair of flesh-colored stockings from Sophia's kit and slipped them over Anna's bound arms.
"Mmm?" Anna didn't get it.
"It's to keep you from fighting with her in bed."
"Mmm!" Anna was angry—she didn't act like a brat, unlike Sophia.
Isaac produced a black collar from that day's shopping and buckled it around Anna's neck. "She thinks it's unfair if only she has a collar. Sorry."
"Mmm! Mmm!"
Isaac bound Anna's legs, tying thighs and calves with three ropes each. Her legs were merged into one, the yellow hemp biting into flesh and muscle until they looked like two fat sausages.
"Mmm, mmm!" Being bound at the thighs—especially the roots—meant Isaac couldn't help copping a feel, and, under the influence of the aphrodisiac, Anna's mind flashed to fantasies of coupling with him. She quickly protested, dragging herself back to reality.
Isaac carried Anna from the bathroom to the bed, where she noticed that Sophia, too, had been trussed up, legs together like sausages, and was gagged with her special anti-vampire ball gag. No wonder there'd been no sound outside during Anna's toilet break. Sophia lay with eyes closed, brow furrowed, occasionally whimpering—her pain too great to care about anything else.
Isaac laid Anna on her side, right side of the bed, face toward Sophia. He rolled Sophia over as well, so both were facing each other.
He threaded a rope through the ring at the front of Anna's collar, tying it off. Sophia's collar had rings front and back, meant for leashes or tethers; Isaac looped the rope through Sophia's, then drew them tight. The beauties' faces were now pressed together, forehead to forehead, noses interlocked, mouths aligned—kissing through ball gag and tape. Through their noses, they could smell each other's scent and hear each other's heartbeats.
Isaac also tied a rope between their crotch ropes, pulling their secret places tight together.
"Mmm—mm!""Mmm!" Both girls moaned.
"This way, you can't fight. If you do, you'll both get stimulated."
"Mmm!""Mmm!" Both protested.
Isaac then bound their ankles together, so they were face-to-face, chest-to-chest, pussy-to-pussy, legs tight—no way to fight in their sleep.
To keep them from dueling with their eyes, especially since Sophia could see in the dark, Isaac took out two blindfolds—there weren't any in Sophia's kit, so he'd bought some that afternoon. He blindfolded both women.
They kept moaning, but after a day of punishment, both were exhausted. Isaac covered them with a blanket.
"Good night, ladies."
He blew out the candle and went to bed.
And so the day ended.
But elsewhere, another story was unfolding.
Between Lyonnesse and the capital, Paris, there were two more major cities: Bourg and Orlans.
Now, in the distant outskirts of Bourg, it was deep night. Baron Bourg was riding with a squad of soldiers, a man in a tall hat with a whip and flintlock pistol, a mutated cat-eyed swordsman carrying two swords, and a lady riding sidesaddle on a fine horse.
The lady wore a cloak with a hood, but the hood didn't fully cover her golden hair and blue eyes. She was the Ijilander professor Jane Lancaster, the prodigy archmage who'd investigated the magical crater outside Windleaf Town days earlier—24-year-old Jane Lancaster.
Jane wore a gray cloak, with a deep green robe beneath. The robe was loose, belted simply at the waist, its front parted in an "X" shape.
Beneath the robe she wore a blue gown, more like a formal evening dress than a robe. Even with cloak and robe, the curves of her hips, waist, and chest were plain to see. The bodice was a strapless, bustier style, with two rounded cups cradling her breasts, leaving the upper part of her chest and cleavage exposed, making the magical professor's figure even more alluring. The gown's off-shoulder sleeves had a tilted, asymmetrical cut—lower in the middle, higher on the sides—with a heart-shaped neckline, not a straight one. The exposed shoulders, collarbone, and neck all melded in one seamless, elegant line. The waist was cinched by a white corset.
Jane's gown had a generous skirt, in the fashion of a medieval noblewoman. It fell in gentle vertical folds, bell-shaped, the top as wide as her hips and the hem a bit wider than her shoulders, accentuating her slim waist and hips without hampering movement.
"Thank you, Miss Lancaster," said Baron Bourg. He was here for revenge on a high vampire who'd kidnapped his wife ten years ago. Finally, he'd scraped together enough to hire a squad, a witch-hunter, a monster-hunter, and the archmage Jane Lancaster.
Monster-hunters had similar but distinct roles from witch-hunters. Monster-hunters—also called Witchers—were physically mutated, no longer quite human.Relying on their enhanced physique and their silver swords, they fought monsters. They not only slew werewolves and vampires, those evil creatures, but also accepted contracts for griffins, ogres, or direwolves—monsters not created by dark magic. Against such beasts, they used steel swords.
Monster-hunters could also wield a kind of minor magic called "signs." Magic in this world required gesture, incantation, and material; signs, however, only needed a gesture, allowing for quick, weak magic in close combat.
Witch-hunters, on the other hand, relied more on holy weapons like the hunter's whip or holy water, as well as crossbows and firearms, to fight monsters. They rarely accepted contracts for griffins or ogres, since those were not dark creatures and not the sort of adversary witch-hunters specialized in. But witchers were professional supernatural slayers—whether the foe was of dark magic origin or not.
Hiring both a witch-hunter and a monster-hunter was no small expense—and Baron Bourg had even engaged Jane Lancaster, who had brought along her two bickering apprentices: Sergei the Rossian and Peter the Grunensian.
"Something's coming." Jane, who had set up a magical ward, sensed something approaching.
In the darkness, something indeed was drawing near. The monster-hunter's mutated, cat-like eyes caught sight of it.
What was that?