In the wilds far from the castle of Bourg in the Kingdom of Gulens, deep in the night.
The mage Jane Lancas's magical barrier sensed something approaching at a speed just shy of a galloping horse, yet there was not a sound, not even a hint of air disturbance. The witcher in the group, with his acute senses, noticed the deep footprints on the ground, created by an overwhelming force, as well as several dark marks behind them—those were the vampires. Through the witcher's sixth sense, he perceived something invisible heading their way. He drew his silver sword.
"This... this high vampire is from the Estruch family!" The witch hunter glanced at the enemy coming at them under cover of invisibility and spoke with fear in his voice.
Absolute invisibility—that was one of the Estruch family's bloodline abilities. The other was short-range teleportation. As the name implied, Absolute Invisibility worked by phasing the user into a half-spiritual state, allowing them to slip into the etheric plane, bypassing both air and light. This movement produced neither wind nor sound. More precisely, the ability was called "Ethereal Walk." With the body's very structure slipping into the intangible ether, their flesh became blurred—meaning that most physical attacks were rendered ineffective, and even the sounds they made could not pass back into the material world. Etherization was more accurately described as half-spiritualization, rather than the full-on ghostly form of a wraith, so techniques for detecting ghosts were useless against the Estruch family. In short, for ordinary people, there was hardly any effective means of detecting a member of the Estruch clan in "absolute invisibility." Were it not for the vampire's hurried sprint leaving faint impressions on the ground, his existence would have remained utterly undiscovered.
The witch hunter's warning was cut short as something invisible lopped off his head. The Estruch family was infamous for their cunning, treachery, and wickedness. Even among vampires, their methods were the dirtiest and most vile. Of course, they wouldn't allow the most vampire-savvy witch hunter present to live long enough to reveal their weaknesses.
"Sergei, Peter! Use what I taught you!" Jane shouted to her two apprentices, as she tore away her hooded cloak with a spell, freeing her movement and revealing the noble evening-gown-like blue robe underneath, with its breast-hugging bodice.
"Yes, teacher!" Both apprentices began chanting incantations in unison. Naturally, the most treacherous family wouldn't allow their enemies to finish their spells—he lunged from the shadows towards the two apprentices.
Clang! He struck the magical shield protecting the two. This was a barrier Jane Lancas had prepared in advance to protect her students.
Meanwhile, the shadows seen by the witcher were six ordinary vampires. They, too, charged into the soldiers' ranks, commencing a slaughter of the mortals they considered food. The witcher cast a sign, and a jet of flame blasted toward one of the vampires, igniting his arm. In the chaos, the witcher's silver sword sliced off the vampire's head.
The vampires instantly reassessed the threat level and shifted their focus as a group, with the five remaining vampires converging on the witcher.
Now surrounded, the witcher was immediately placed on the defensive and was on the verge of being killed.
At that critical moment, a dazzling light burst forth—a wave of immense heat swept across the battlefield, turning the darkness into blinding day.
Solar—Flare—Explosion!
A spell just shy of the pinnacle level, a magic of destruction. This was one of Jane Lancas's most powerful spells as a high mage. She summoned a miniature sun, a ten-meter-diameter sphere of blinding, blazing energy that hovered overhead. The power of the sun made the night as bright as day, unleashing a torrent of heat upon every creature in the area, then detonating in an instant, incinerating the battlefield to ash. The sun's brilliance blinded every creature within its radius, whether they faced the fireball with eyes open or not.
Sergei and Peter's combined spell, meanwhile, was a magical barrier, shielding their own fighters from the burning and blast of the Solar Flare.
The radiance and heat of the sun prevented the vampires, inherently vulnerable to sunlight, from opening their eyes. Unlike the high vampire, they could not fight by sound alone. The heat of the Solar Flare inflicted terrible injuries on the fire-fearing undead.
Three vampires died instantly. The witcher pressed the advantage; facing the two remaining, scorched, and blinded vampires, he held the upper hand, especially with the soldiers' help.
The shadowy figure realized he would need to deal with Jane, the high mage. He darted from the darkness toward her—but Jane was faster, instantly casting a blink spell and teleporting inside the magical shield protecting Sergei and Peter.
The figure in the shadows cast a spell, conjuring two gargoyles and several skeleton warriors, adding them to the fray and buying his vampire minions some breathing room. He needed to overcome Jane's barrier; Jane knew that high vampires were often skilled magicians, but with her two apprentices' help, she barely managed to sustain the shield, withstanding both spell and physical assault.
Suddenly, the shadow revealed his true form—a tall, strikingly handsome nobleman straight out of a gothic vampire novel, dressed in a black tailcoat and cloak, just like the archetype.
"You're called Peter, aren't you?" the vampire said.
"It's mind reading!" Jane cried in alarm. Maybe it wasn't quite as magical as the Dominnax family's signature mind-reading bloodline ability, but a magically cast mind-reading spell could still lay bare a target's psyche.
Someone like Jane, a high mage who had mastered mind-blocking, could resist this with a spell, but her apprentices, Peter and Sergei, could not.
"Don't you want to become a vampire, Peter? A high one, at that?" the vampire said.
"Don't listen to him!" Jane barked with a teacher's authority. The Estruch clan was infamous for their underhandedness; if they used mind reading, it meant they had already detected some darkness within Peter's mind, and now sought to tempt him.
"I won't listen to the likes of you, vampire!" Peter replied.
"Oh? But wouldn't you love to see your Professor Lancas—normally so haughty in her high mage's robes—crawl before you like a bitch?" the vampire sneered.
"You—you're talking nonsense!" Both Jane and Sergei looked at Peter in astonishment, and Peter hastily shouted his innocence.
"Peter, Peter, Sergei doesn't know it was you who burned his spellbook last time, does he?"
"Lies! I didn't!" Peter shouted, his face flushed.
"What? Peter, my spellbook was—" Sergei's eyes widened as he stared at Peter.
"Peter, Peter, and you spied in the girls' restroom—"
"Enough!" Peter bellowed, suddenly casting a spell in the opposite direction, disrupting the magical shield the three of them had maintained together.
"You vampires better keep your word!" Peter shouted.
"Hahaha, of course, of course!" The vampire unleashed a devastating shockwave at the now-weakened magical barrier, shattering it.
"Peter!! You traitor!" Sergei lunged at Peter, the two apprentices scuffling on the ground. Sergei, from the warrior nation of Rossiya, quickly overpowered the bookish Peter, pinning him to the ground. As Sergei stood, he saw Professor Lancas locked in a magical duel with the vampire. He shouted, "Ura!" and charged the vampire.
"Sergei, don't come over here!" Jane yelled, but it was too late.
The high vampire's right hand was still hurling spells against Jane, but his left hand raised a finger and pointed at Sergei, chanting a spell in the language of Alba.
Finger of Death.
Unless you were a being of exceptional vitality, the only outcome of being struck by Finger of Death was—death.
A dark green ray shot from the vampire's finger, hitting Sergei squarely. Sergei collapsed on the spot.
"No!!" As a teacher, Jane had an absolute duty to protect her students—how could such a thing happen! Even if it meant dying to protect them, she should never have let her student die.
Furious, Jane went berserk, her hands gathering energy in an instant with a high-level casting technique—spell quickening.
In a flash, two massive fireballs formed in her hands and shot toward the high vampire. As soon as they left her hands, the balls of flame expanded to a meter in diameter and hurtled toward the vampire at near-sonic speed.
Fireburst!
The high vampire, faced with two firebursts, had to cast a defensive spell. An ice pillar erupted from the ground before him, and the two fireballs struck it, exploding with a thunderous blast.
The vampire was wounded by the blast's aftereffects, but Jane had little magical power left.
Out of options, Jane pulled out a magic scroll—a tool that could cast spells even when one's own magical reserves were exhausted.
The high vampire healed himself magically, swiftly restoring his shattered body in just a few seconds. But the cost was steep; he, too, now had little magic left. However, his physical prowess far surpassed Jane's. Even if Jane were at full strength, she'd have only a fifty-fifty chance against a high vampire with no magic, let alone now, when she was nearly spent and had to rely on a scroll.
Jane began the scroll's incantation—but something worse happened. She hadn't protected her back; her spell was interrupted halfway through.
Peter had cast Silence on her from behind!
Peter's Silence spell wasn't strong, and Jane knew it inside and out—she could break it in a second.
But a second was all a high vampire needed.
The vampire rushed up, shoved Jane to the ground, and tore open her outer robe, exposing the blue, evening-gown-like, low-cut mage dress beneath. The top of the dress left her neck and shoulders completely bare, a pair of cup-shaped pads covering only the most intimate parts of her breasts while revealing a deep cleavage. The dress had sleeves, but they were of the off-shoulder variety, edged with exquisite lace, while the bodice cinched her waist tight—standard attire for noble ladies, highlighting their slender waists. The skirt was the classic medieval noblewoman's bell-shaped skirt, flaring as wide as her hips at the top and nearly as wide as her shoulders at the hem.
"What a beauty you are!" the vampire leered, pinning Professor Jane beneath him. He conjured ropes with magic—his own variant of the Dominax binding spell.
Jane, clad in her dark blue, evening-gown-like mage dress, was completely unsuited for close combat. Now, pinned by a high vampire, she was truly at his mercy.
With vampiric speed, he wrenched Jane's arms behind her back, binding her wrists and elbows so her arms were forced straight together. Deprived of her hands, Jane could barely cast, but she tried anyway.
The vampire gave her no chance. He pulled out a silk scarf and gagged her, tying it tightly at the back of her head.
"Mm-mm, mm-mm! Mmm! Mm-mm!" Jane could only utter helpless, muffled cries.
Seeing Jane unable to cast spells, the vampire wound ropes around her torso, binding her above and below her breasts with countless coils, then cinched a deep groove down the middle, squeezing her massive breasts into two enormous, quivering mounds. The breasts, usually held in check beneath her robe, didn't look quite so big. But now, stripped of the outer robe, her true proportions were revealed to the vampire's greedy delight. The ropes pressed the bodice tight, fully exposing her real figure.
"Mmm! Mm! Mm-mm!" Jane, daughter of the Earl of Lancas, had always been the object of pursuit, never treated so roughly. As a respected teacher at the academy, she commanded awe and respect—she had never experienced such bondage, especially with her most sensitive parts so cruelly constrained. Her body responded involuntarily.
The vampire continued, wrapping more ropes around her chest, above and below the already-tight bands, then passed them from her sides around to her back, fastening them to her upper arms, pinning her biceps to her torso. He then cinched several turns around her slender waist, tying them to her straightened arms just above the elbows, immobilizing them so she could neither spread nor bend her arms. Around the lower back, just above her hips, he wrapped several more turns, binding her forearms and wrists even tighter against her body. Now Jane's entire arm was lashed tightly to her torso—she could barely struggle at all.
The vampire grabbed Jane's feet—she wore white stockings and black high heels—and looped a rope around her right ankle, intending to tie her legs together. But Jane tried to resist, kicking him. He didn't retaliate; instead, he smiled. "Wanna play, little beauty?" He let go, allowing her, still tightly bound above the waist and gagged, but free below, to stagger upright in her impractical skirt.
"Go on, run," he taunted.
"Mmm! Mmm-mm-mm! Mmm! Mmmph!" Jane cast a terrified look at the vampire. Bound above the waist and gagged, she was petrified, but she tried to flee.
"Time to deal with the insects," the vampire sneered.
The witcher was still fighting, but now he had the advantage. He unleashed a sign, a blast of force hurling the two remaining vampires aside, then rushed forward. Just then, a rapier appeared from nowhere behind him, stabbing straight through his body.
Once again, the Estruch family's bloodline ability—absolute invisibility—proved deadly.
Without the witch hunter, the witcher, or the mage, the soldiers soon fell to the vampires' slaughter.
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Five hours later...
"Mm! Mmm-mmm! Mmm-mmm-mmm! Mmm-mm-mmm!" Bound with her arms forced straight behind her, Jane ran helplessly through the forest, her limbs now completely numb after five hours of such tight binding, her blood circulation nearly cut off. As a mage, not an adventurer used to surviving in the wilderness, she could barely remember the local terrain. She was terrified—if she didn't get caught by the vampire, she might be set upon by wild beasts. And in her current state—bound, gagged, unable to cast spells—she stood no chance against any beast. Not to mention, if she were to run into bandits, what unspeakable fate would await a noblewoman mage of such beauty...
Suddenly, ahead appeared a figure, shorter than Jane, who, in her high heels, stood 174 centimeters tall—making her even taller than this person. If the other party was shorter, then he absolutely couldn't be that towering vampire. Jane felt a glimmer of hope. "Mm! Mm-mm! Mm-mm! Mm-mm-mm!" she whimpered, running desperately toward the figure.
But as she caught sight of the approaching person, she froze. It was her student—no, her former student, Peter the Gulensian.
Now known as Peter Estruch, he was a newly born high vampire.
Jane immediately turned to flee, but bound as she was and dressed in a skirt wholly unsuited for movement, she was no match for a high vampire. Peter caught her easily, and, through the silky fabric of her dress, kneaded her enormous breasts while untying the rope between her elbows. Was Peter... going to save me? Jane wondered for a moment.
But Peter's next words extinguished any hope.
"Professor Lancas, being bound like this must be uncomfortable for a human. Let me give you a different kind of bondage," he said.
With that, Peter grabbed Jane, whose elbows had just been released, and loosened the ropes that had fixed her arms so rigidly against her torso. Jane had no strength to resist the power of a high vampire. He bent her elbows, freeing her from the fully straight-arm state, and instead crossed her wrists behind her lower back, allowing her elbows to bend at roughly a sixty-degree angle. This was a slight relief. He then tightly bound her upper arms to her torso with numerous coils of rope, then cinched the bindings around her torso and arms tighter still, accentuating the perfect curves hidden under her dress. Peter added more bindings, two ropes threaded beneath Jane's fragrant armpits—naturally, he took advantage of the opportunity to grope her beautiful body—looped over her shoulders and tied behind her to suspend her tightly bound forearms. This made her even less able to move.
"Professor Lancas, you're my pet now," Peter whispered in her ear.
"Mmm! Mmm-mmm! Mmm! Mmm-mmm... mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm! Mmm... mmm... mm-mm!" Jane protested in utter despair.
Peter deliberately pulled back a corner of the cup-shaped left bust of Jane's bodice, exposing a sliver of the treasure beneath. Thanks to the ropes, the entire bust pad threatened to slip off and reveal the abundant flesh it concealed.
"Teacher's always telling me I can't master fireball, but I've learned a new art—fleshball technique! I've been wanting to touch your fleshballs for ages! With you always wearing that noble gown with the low-cut neckline, do you know how many classmates fantasize about playing with what's hidden under there?" Peter grinned, gleefully groping his teacher's breasts. As he did so, he pulled another rope through the valley of her cleavage, binding her huge bust even tighter, making her 36E chest seem even fuller.
"Mmm! Mmm!" Jane had never been touched by anyone besides her mother and sister. She couldn't bear this kind of humiliation.
"Teacher's so shy. Let's make her even shyer, shall we?"
Peter wound ropes wildly around Jane's skirt, binding her thighs from both sides at diagonal angles. The ropes crisscrossed like a net over her skirted legs, each crossing marked by a large knot. Whenever Jane moved her thighs, the knots would press and rub through the skirt against her sensitive inner thighs—especially the one at the base of her legs, which pressed right against her tender bud, making her feel the sensation of a crotch rope even through her dress.
Peter continued working down her legs, his hands wandering as he bound her. Above and below her knees, her thighs were encircled with multiple coils of rope, and her calves, too, were almost entirely wrapped. The ropes hugged the noblewoman's dress tightly to her body, turning it into a kind of skintight suit, leaving only the area below her ankles free, where the hem of the skirt flared out like a mermaid's tail. Now her entire lower body, enveloped in her evening gown, had its perfect curves on display.
Finally, Peter attached another rope to the one pressed between the two mounds of Jane's chest, using it as a leash. Any tug would squeeze her breasts painfully and force Jane, with her legs tightly bound and high heels, to hop after him like a shamed dog.
"Oh, but walking my lowly bitch of a teacher myself isn't befitting a superior being like me. Let the servants handle it." Peter led Jane by the rope for a few steps, looking at her, who, thanks to her heels, still stood taller than him.
He clapped his hands. Out of the darkness stepped a tall figure—it was Sergei, resurrected as an undead thrall by dark magic.
"Mmm!!! Mmm-mmm!" Jane burst into tears, sobbing in terror. As a teacher, she had always stood above Peter and Sergei, and as an earl's daughter, she was used to a cool, aloof demeanor. She had always been pampered—now she was called a bitch by a former student, handed off to the corpse of another student she hadn't been able to save, and was utterly broken.
Sergei seized the leash and gave it a harsh yank, pulling the ropes so tight that Jane's breasts throbbed in pain. She had no choice but to hobble toward him, knees pressed together.
Whether intentional or not, the undead Sergei yanked the leash hard with every step, biting the ropes into Jane's breasts, while the knot between her legs—right at her already sensitive and now soaked womanhood—rubbed her raw. The stimulation from these two places made Jane gasp and whimper with every hop.
"Mmm! Mmm-mmm! Mmmph! Mmm-mmm! Mmm-mmm-mmm!"
"Wait, I almost forgot." Peter came over, raising a finger at Jane. "Teacher, teacher, you may not have taught me every spell, but I practiced this one all on my own!" He cast a spell on Jane's ropes—a most perverted enchantment! Suddenly, the ropes all over Jane's body seemed to come alive, tightening until she screamed, then loosening just enough to let her catch her breath before cinching tight again, over and over. Sweat poured down Jane's body as the ropes caressed her flesh, slithering along the paths they'd been tied, mimicking the touch of wandering hands.
"Mmmmmm!!! Mmmmmm!!" Jane could only cry out in agony and shame. Then Peter brought out a burlap sack. "Since teacher is now my pet, you don't need to show your face anymore, do you? I've always wanted to see what you'd look like, a noble lady with a sack over her head like a bandit's victim!" He stuffed the sack over her head and then produced two long strips of cloth, which he tied tightly around the sack at her eyes and mouth, giving her a double blindfold and an extra gag.
"Heh, even with the sack, I feel like teacher might try to peek—just like in class, whenever I'd slack off, teacher would catch me with those sharp eyes. I'd better double-blind you to be safe. As for your mouth, well, a freebie—one more layer outside the sack should do!" Peter sadistically bound the sack tightly to the contours of Jane's head, the added cloth strips hugging her head's oval shape.
"Even without your face, you're still a beauty." Peter leered, pinching Jane's chin through the sack, then turned and strolled away: "Sergei, my good classmate, lead our bitch-teacher away on her leash!"
With that, Sergei yanked the leash and Jane, unable to see anything, legs bound, and able to move only by hopping in her heeled shoes, struggled to keep up, her only reward a sharp tightening of the ropes.
But the enchanted ropes gave her little time to fear, as under Peter's control they squeezed her mercilessly all over—
"Mmmmmm!!! Mmmmm-ohhh!!" Jane screamed with each brutal constriction.
"Mmm... mmmmmm..." Tears flowed from beneath the sack as Jane, a noble beauty in her evening gown, found herself under the moonlight, bound, hooded, double-blindfolded and double-gagged, being led away like a dog by vampires, headed for their castle.
The next day, in Lyonis.
Isaac woke up early in the morning, but when he saw the two tightly bound beauties in nothing but lace underwear on the other bed, he didn't want to get up at all——
He simply stared at the two tied-up women for two whole hours, until Anna finally woke up.
Affected by the strong aphrodisiac, Anna was the first to wake up after a night filled with countless spring dreams. As she awoke, she instinctively tried to stretch—but soon realized she was still blindfolded and tightly bound to the bed. Then she became aware that her nostrils were breathing in the scent exhaled from the vampire girl's nostrils, right against her own face.
Anna felt a certain dampness on her cheek and immediately understood——it was the vampire's drool. Because of the blood that stained the vampire's gag ball the previous night, it had turned from silver-blue to red, and no longer stuck so tightly to her lips, leaving a gap. Lying on her side, the sleeping vampire had unknowingly let her saliva spill all over Anna's cheek…
Her mouth… right, stuffed in her own mouth was the vampire's underwear! It was only because the underwear and the tape had sealed her lips so tightly that her own drool hadn't managed to "retaliate" against the vampire's face!
Damn vampire! Even the collar on her own neck had been locked together with the vampire's collar, leaving them forced to sleep face-to-face, practically in a kissing position for the entire night! Last night, before falling asleep, the vampire had struggled against her for ages; Anna's own lower opening, the one that released love juices, had been plugged up, but the vampire's had not! She had spent the night leaking copiously, drenching Anna's freshly bathed, delicate white thighs!
"Mm mm mm mm mm!" Anna was furious, mortified, and burning with shame. But she forgot that her crotch rope and the vampire's were tightly linked—any struggle would trigger a chain reaction…
"Mm mm mm mm mm!" Stimulated by the aphrodisiac (not to mention the massive, human-like dildo locked inside her chastity belt beneath the crotch rope), Anna couldn't hold out any longer. Just a little struggling and she was already leaking——no, wait, that area was already soaked, it had happened during her spring dreams last night! But Anna's fluids didn't run down her thighs, but instead pooled inside the chastity belt, since her holes were all blocked.
Even though Anna was blindfolded, Isaac could easily see the flush of desire coloring her face, a direct reflection of the scenes flooding her mind.
"Uhh, uhh, mm? Mm mm mm!" Apparently Anna's squirming had also tugged Sophia's ropes, and the sound of stimulation to her lower body finally woke the deeply asleep Sophia. She, too, had forgotten that she was tied up on the bed with Anna. The sudden jolt made her struggle instinctively, and the two of them, connected by their crotch ropes, began gasping in chorus.
"Mm mm mm!!"
"Mm mm mm mm mm!"
"Mm mm mm!"
"Mm mm!"
Isaac almost burst out laughing at the scene, but something even funnier was about to happen.
Sophia was angry; still blindfolded, she assumed Anna was deliberately struggling just to make her sleep badly and cause her to lose face. She decided to go all out, hurting herself just to hurt her enemy. So she twisted her slender waist wildly, yanking on the crotch rope that linked them. As she herself gasped, she was pleased to hear Anna's moans right after.
"Mm mm mm!"
"Mmm—mmm—mmm!"
"Mm—mm—mm mm!"
Anna was just as furious, forcing herself to hold back her full bladder, and adopted the same self-destructive, hurt-you-hurt-me strategy.
Thus, the two blindfolded, gagged beauties, lying face to face on the bed, began thrashing and twisting their bodies like mad, neither willing to yield, both soon exhausted, but still "fighting" all the way until noon.
"Ahem, no fighting!" In fact, Isaac had been up long ago and had already eaten breakfast, but he was so entertained by the hours-long "war" between these two bound beauties that he let it play out.
"Mm mm!"
"Mm mm!"
Both women refused to admit defeat.
Pia! Pia! Two quick whips landed on their buttocks.
"Mm mm mm!"
"Mm mm mm!"
Both women yelped in pain and finally stopped their "battle." In the past, Isaac would never have dared to spank Sophia's butt, but she had told him beforehand that, to make Anna give up on pursuing them, he could play the role of arbitrator between them. This would reassure Anna and also elevate Isaac's image, making her more obedient—thus, paving the way for Sophia to be spared Anna's future vengeance.
"Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm!"
"Mm—mm—mm mm mm—mm mm!"
Both women whimpered, each desperately vying to have her gag removed first.
But Isaac was not that foolish; if he untied them both at the same time, they would surely start quarreling again.
He first removed Anna's gag, which immediately provoked a jealous outburst from Sophia: "Mm mm mm mm mm!"
"Huff—ah—huff—ah." Anna gasped for breath as soon as her mouth was free.
"I want to—"
"Eat?" Isaac asked.
"No…" Anna blushed deeply.
"Need to use the bathroom, then?"
"Yes…"
"All right, just a moment." Isaac started untying the ropes that linked Anna and Sophia together—the ones on their collars, crotch ropes, and ankles.
Seeing Isaac had no intention of removing her own gag, Sophia became furious: "Mm mm mm! Mm mm mm mm mm! Mm mm mm mm mm!"
"If you keep whining, I'll hang you up and give you a spanking." Isaac now thoroughly enjoyed the air of command.
"Mm… mm!" Sophia instantly fell silent, remembering what had happened yesterday when Isaac had "disciplined" her.
Isaac finally undid the ropes, then princess-carried Anna, still blindfolded and wearing only her underwear, to the bathroom. He set her on the toilet, untied her legs, and helped the bound Anna remove her panties, then used the master key to release her bodily restrictions.
"Um…" Anna blushed even deeper, but seemed too shy to speak.
"What is it?"
"Can you… can you…"
"What?"
"Can you leave, please…"
"Ah? I suppose that's possible." Isaac turned to go.
But as soon as Anna heard him moving away, she panicked. "Wait!"
"What is it now?"
"My, um… back…" Anna said.
Isaac immediately understood; she needed not only to pee but also to poop.
"All right. Just to prevent you from running, I'll tie your feet to the base of the toilet."
"I… I'll be good," Anna said.
"No way," Isaac wouldn't pass up any opportunity to tease a beauty.
"All right, then…"
Isaac crouched down and tied Anna's spread legs to the two legs of the old-fashioned wooden toilet.
After hearing Sophia recount everything she had done the day before, Isaac found himself even more impressed by this not-so-evil vampire—though now he was increasingly learning how to tease her, especially since it was Sophia herself who had given him the authority to play this "grand figure" in their group. It would be a waste not to make the most of it.
Isaac walked to the bed and pounced on Sophia, who was lying flat. But he didn't make any vulgar moves; instead, he pressed both hands against the bedsheet beside Sophia's face, trapping her beneath him and slowly brought his face close to Sophia's beautiful, blindfolded and gagged visage. Even though her eyes were hidden, Isaac almost felt as if he could see the beauty of her eyes beneath the blindfold.
"Mm?" Sophia, confused by Isaac's actions—half like he was trying to take advantage, half not—couldn't figure out what the little Zach was up to.
Yesterday, when Sophia talked about how her family had never given up their claim to the title of Grand Duchess of Sylvania, her tone was so forceful that it was clearly a title of immense importance to her family, even if it was never recognized. But after hearing about her kindness—even her refusal to kill the witch hunter sent to kill her—Isaac truly believed everything she said, including her pride in her family's long-cherished title. Among humans, the title Grand Duke of Sylvania was usually thought to belong to the Aradale family, the House of Theosegu, but Isaac now believed Sophia: that they were impostors, and the Dominax were the true Grand Dukes of Sylvania.
"So it seems I've tied up a princess," Isaac said with a smile.In Roseland, the ducal title "Grand Duke" was a unique rank, right below king and above all others. But in lands outside the Holy Empire, like Russia, Eililand, and other eastern countries, rulers bore the title "Great Voivode," which translates to "Grand Prince" or "High Lord"—a rank effectively equal to king but never fully recognized as such by the imperial powers to the west.
In Roseland languages, the word for "prince" is the same as for "prince" (male royal), and for "princess," "princess consort," and "female prince," it's all the same word.
"Mm?"Yesterday, she had said that her family had never abandoned their claim, but in truth, for hundreds of years, aside from the vampires of Sylvania, few had addressed Sophia as Grand Duchess. She called herself "my lady" or "Duchess" mostly for recognition as a local ruler, rather than emphasizing her sovereign rights as Grand Prince. That part had caused too much trouble and too many conflicts, so she'd stopped insisting on it.
But for her family, that title remained the most important, as Sylvania itself was their heartland. Now, to have Isaac, a human, recognize and speak it aloud—a title her family had prized for centuries—felt like having a treasured possession finally cherished by someone else. Anyone would feel delighted and moved, and Sophia clearly felt her heart race.
"Your Highness, would you be willing to forgive this servant's rudeness?" Isaac performed his best gentlemanly act.
"Mm…" Such sweet words—she hadn't heard anything like it for centuries. Sophia's face quickly turned bright red.
"You really are a princess, Your Highness. The whole world has heard the tales of the House of the Impaler."
"Mm?"Of course Sophia knew this; the Impaler family—her own Dominax line—was notorious among humans for their infamous punishments.
"They say your family was unspeakably cruel. How could anyone use such methods on their enemies? My princess…"
"Mm mm!" Sophia's tone instantly shifted to annoyed.
"But my princess—" Isaac changed his tone, drawing it out for effect.
"Mm?"
"When I was young, I heard a story from a merchant from Sylvania…"
"Mm?"
"When he was only five years old, the Turkic Empire invaded Sylvania with a force of a hundred thousand men—Roseland's mightiest army."
"Mm…"
"He lived near the border, now called the Wasteland of Despair."
"Mm…"
"He said the Turks soon reached his village and stole all the food. His mother was beautiful, and the Turks set upon her and his sister. The soldiers bound them both. His father tried to protect them and was killed before his eyes."
"Mm!" Sophia's hum was now tinged with anger.
"He too was taken, and they planned to castrate him, turning him into a slave warrior or eunuch for the sultan's harem."
"Mm!"
"He said he was crying, chained up, watching his mother and sister's clothes being ripped off. He prayed to the gods for help—any help. His father dead, his family about to be violated, his own fate sealed. Angels, demons, anything, come save us."
"Mm mm mm!!!!"
"He said, just when he'd lost all hope, an angel descended from the sky."
"…"
"The angel, with a wave of her hand, tore off the genitals of every Turk who had approached his mother and sister, blood spraying like fountains. Lightning rained down, turning the soldiers to ash. The Turks, seeing this angel, fled in terror, leaving their comrades and spoils behind."
"…"
"The angel chased them into the sky, and for five days, the sky, earth, and rivers ran red with Turkish blood and screams."
"…"
"Afterward, the place was called the Wasteland of Despair. So much hate filled the land that even rats couldn't survive; even vampires shunned it."
"…"
"But, he said, whenever the angel returned to the Wasteland, all the vengeful spirits she had slain would scatter in terror. She was feared even by the dead. For those brief moments, he could see life and hope return to his homeland—if only for an instant."
"…"
"When I was a child, I didn't understand the story. The merchant said the world called his angel a bloody butcher, but only those who had lived there knew she was a protector."
"…"
"I didn't know who it was back then. But now I do. My princess, you are that angel, aren't you?" Isaac smiled as he spoke.
"Mm…"
"To travel with a princess, I'm already honored. To think she's an angel, too…"
"Mm… mm…" Sophia, praised and recognized, instantly lost all her former arrogance, now lying meekly on the bed like a child who'd been praised.
"Your Highness, I'll remove your gag, but don't make trouble, all right?"
"Mm." Sophia nodded gently beneath him.
Isaac used the master key to unlock the gag and gently took it out. Then he removed her blindfold.
"Little Zach, you've said so many things today that made me—no, made this princess—so happy."
"Is that so, my princess? Do you still want to travel with me?"
"Of course, little Zach! Let's stick to our original plan—go to the army camp and make you a big hero!"
"And what about the one in the bathroom?" Isaac gestured toward the closed door.
Sophia thought for a moment and replied, "I have an idea!"
"You really do have a lot of tricks up your sleeve," Isaac said.
"What do you mean, tricks!" Sophia shot him a disdainful look. "That's called the wisdom of the wise!"
A little while later…
"You… why did it take you so long to come back…" As soon as Anna heard Isaac's footsteps, she couldn't hold back her eagerness. She'd been tied to the toilet for nearly an hour, hungry and thirsty, unable to move, waiting for Isaac to grant her freedom. Whether she liked it or not, she had to admit that she missed Isaac terribly during that hour and wished he would come and rescue her from the bathroom.
Holding a towel and a handkerchief, Isaac said to Anna, "Good girl, let me clean you up."
Anna blushed even more; it was like—like a parent caring for a child. Her own parents had died when she was only fourteen.
"O-okay…" Anna lowered her head in embarrassment, but fortunately, her blindfold hid the flush from Isaac's eyes.
Isaac wiped clean the back of her chastity belt with tissue, then used the handkerchief to wipe away the urine at the front, and finally locked her up again with the master key.
"Still unwilling to give up hunting her?"
"Anything but that… I can agree to anything else," Anna muttered, face red, head bowed, her arrogance now completely gone.
"Well, never mind, I won't tie your legs up anymore. Come out with me." Isaac removed her blindfold.
"Okay, okay!" Anna saw Isaac put her panties back on and stood up, dragging her bound body along after him.
Once out, Anna saw Sophia tied to the bed, her legs still bound like before with ropes as fat as sausages, her blindfold apparently just removed, but her gag ball—one imbued with holy energy to seal a vampire's mouth—reapplied. Isaac had put it on so they wouldn't quarrel. After Isaac's approval, Sophia obediently wore the gag this time.
"Drink this." Isaac handed Anna a cup.
Anna looked at the cup, hesitating.
"It's a tolerance potion made with her blood—just like before, it'll allow you to endure ropes and not be hurt, increase your body's toughness and recovery."
"…I'm not sure I trust Sophia yet."
"Do you trust me?" Isaac said.
He'd had plenty of chances to harm her, but never did. This time, Anna chose to trust him.
"Okay… okay."
"But first, you have to wear a blindfold." This was Sophia's insistence, though Isaac didn't know why.
"Alright… okay."
Isaac took the cup, Anna opened her mouth, and the liquid flowed in.
Sure enough, Anna felt her body grow stronger, the pain of the ropes easing away—but there was something strange, some other effect she couldn't place.
Isaac had no idea about Sophia's real plan. Sophia had told him she'd show kindness to Anna, hoping to win her over. Isaac didn't believe for a second it would work: first, if Sophiacould be kind, then tomorrow he'd be a dragon-slaying hero, supreme archmage, and invincible paladin all at once; second, if Anna could forgive Sophia just because of some kindness, then tomorrow he'd be Sultan of the Turks, with a hundred concubines. But he followed Sophia's plan anyway.
What he didn't know was that Sophia had added a new kind of soul-blood into the tolerance potion—a "crush potion." Sophia was a master of making soul-blood and soul-medicine. Even among vampire royalty, only she could craft true elixirs of immortality and universal cures. She could even create love potions to make someone absolutely, magically devoted. But such high-level potions needed to be enchanted during the process—now that she was magically sealed, she could only make the unenchanted, weaker "crush potion."
As the name implied, it didn't make someone permanently fall in love, but it triggered a wave of hormonal desire and instant infatuation for the first person they saw after taking it.
Sophia's plan was for Anna to gaze out the window and fall for some random passerby.
The crush potion would only trigger fleeting passion and a rush of affection, not lifelong devotion—so Anna's life wouldn't be ruined by falling for some sleazy loser. Maybe she'd be smitten for a few weeks, but when the hormones faded, the effect would vanish.
That's why Anna had to be blindfolded before drinking—if she saw Sophia, she'd never shake off her attachment. Sophia was very confident in her own allure; if Anna fell for her, she'd be hopelessly in love forever. Sophia even imagined, with a shudder, Anna as an 80-year-old grandma still fawning over the eternally youthful, beautiful "Fifi."
"Anna, I want you to enjoy the scenery of Lyonis after all your years of campaigning. This hotel is the highest in town. I also want you to see that we only tied you up to prevent fighting with Sophia; you're not a caged bird. You can always see the world outside. Will you?"
"Me? I… I will." Anna truly believed Isaac was doing this for her sake (in fact, it was Sophia's idea, but Isaac knew never to tell her so; Anna would do the opposite of anything Sophia suggested). Anna agreed.
"But… but, standing at the window in just my underwear, all tied up, is too humiliating… Can I wear my witch-hunter uniform? I have two sets in my bag…"
"Of course, you can."
"Mm mm mm mm mm mm!" Sophia loudly protested from the bed.
"Can I… put it on myself? You can tie me up again after—I swear on my family name I'll behave…" Anna unwittingly used that childish word again: "behave." Only children confessing to their parents say that. Realizing it, Anna flushed deep red.
"Alright." Isaac untied her, leaving only the blindfold.
"Um… can you take off the blindfold too?"
"Fine, as long as you don't look at me or Sophia—she insisted. I don't know why."
"Mm mm mm! Mm mm mm! Mm mm! Mm mm!" Sophia strongly protested. If anything went wrong, her whole plan would be ruined! Worse, she'd have this lovesick baggage for life!
Isaac ignored Sophia and removed Anna's blindfold. Anna, as promised, did not look at Isaac or Sophia.
Anna put on her brown leather witch-hunter's jacket, deliberately leaving the chest buttons open to show off her full, aphrodisiac-swollen breasts. Then she pulled on black leather pants, strapped on her hunter's utility belt, put on her distinctive tall hat, and finished the look with boots—everything a true witch-hunter needed. If she had to be bound, she wanted to be tied as a defeated warrior, not humiliated in just her underwear!
Then she closed her eyes, turned around, and said to Isaac, "You can tie me now."
Isaac first stuffed Sophia's saliva-soaked panties back in Anna's mouth, then tied a silk scarf over it. Anna kept her eyes tightly shut the whole time, making Sophia's heart race: "Don't you dare open your eyes, little brat!"
Isaac pulled out a whole heap of ropes, tying Anna's wrists but not her elbows; he knew better than to be too rough with a human. He wrapped several loops above her chest, fixing Anna's upper arms tight to her sides, but not behind her back.
He also looped rope below her breasts, further fixing her arms and making her chest stand out.
Lastly, Isaac wrapped her waist—his favorite part, because it could highlight a woman's slenderness and also restrict breathing. He connected the waist ropes to her arms. Now Anna's upper arms were secured to her body, wrists tied behind, but her elbows were free, so she was much more comfortable. Anna made a grateful sound: "Mmm."
Then Isaac tied a rope around her hips, pulled a crotch rope up hard between Anna's leather-clad legs, and yanked it tight so that it pressed her chastity belt and the plug inside, sending Anna's legs weak—she almost fell!
Isaac quickly caught her, and Anna blushed with humiliation at being held like a delicate woman by this man she could easily defeat in battle."Mmmph!" Sophia made a triumphant sound, savoring Anna's embarrassment.
"Mmm… mm!!" Anna let out a small moan, both from the discomfort below and the shame of being held.
Isaac finished the crotch rope, pulling it up into her backside and tying it off so tightly it created a makeshift thong.
Then he tied several thick loops above her thighs and just above her knees, compressing Anna's flesh through the leather pants until her thighs looked like giant sausages.
After that, he ran vertical ropes between the upper and lower thigh loops, separating her thighs with "leg cuffs." He even ran extra ropes from the crotch up to connect with the crotch rope, so any leg movement would tug at the rope, stimulating the plug inside and making Anna swoon.Anna's legs grew so weak she couldn't stand, so Isaac propped her up by the cabinet, sitting her down with bent knees so she wouldn't fall—preserving a little of the hunter's dignity.
After finishing Anna's binding, Isaac didn't tie her calves, since her legs were already so weak she could barely move. He stepped back and took in the sight: Anna, eyes closed, witch-hunter's tall hat on her head, head slightly bowed—she looked like an unyielding, heroic female warrior taken prisoner, and Isaac couldn't help but feel a touch of admiration.
Isaac then brought over a chair and set it by the window. Supporting Anna from behind, he helped her—her legs still barely able to move—take small shuffling steps until she sat down on the chair. Then he bound Anna securely to the chair.
Sophia, still on the bed, finally let out a sigh of relief. With both herself and Isaac behind Anna, there was no way Anna could see them.
"All right, Anna, you can open your eyes now." Anna opened her eyes; after three days, she could finally look outside the room and see the world again.
"All right, all right, my princess, don't be angry anymore," Isaac said to Sophia, who was still bound on the bed.
"We still have a hundred and twenty gold coins. That top-tier obsidian chastity belt for Anna cost nearly thirty, so I'm going to spend the rest on a carriage. That way, it'll be much more comfortable for Your Highness Sophia to travel, and if Anna still refuses to give up the hunt, at least she won't have to be tied up while on the road."
Isaac was really quite considerate. Both Anna and Sophia thought so in their hearts.
"I'll also bring back some food for you two, ladies," Isaac said as he opened the door and left.
As Sophia pondered what kind of food Isaac would bring back—although none of it really qualified as delicious for her, but she was, after all, a lady who loved her comforts, and at least now, though her guts hurt terribly, she didn't have to worry about bodily functions, so being full was still better than being hungry—she suddenly realized something.
Her acute vampire hearing told her there wasn't a single person on the street below. At the same time, she could hear Isaac stepping out the inn's front door.
Didn't that mean…?
"Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm!! Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm!! Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm!! Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm!! Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm!!!"Sophia screamed in a frenzy, but all her cries were muffled by the gag.
She writhed desperately on the bed, as if hoping for some kind of miracle.
"Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm!!!"Her entire body was tied up, her arms bound elbow-to-elbow behind her back, her chest squeezed into two bulging mounds by the holy rope, the sacred crotch rope ceaselessly tormenting her most sensitive place, with both plugged passageways sealed shut. Furious and full of regret, she struggled helplessly, clad in nothing but a lace bra and panties, squirming on the bed like a giant, helpless grub.