The Dominatrix Binding spell only lasts ten minutes, and that time has long passed. Isaac didn't focus to make the "noose" rope permanent, so Sophia, still hogtied, lies on the floor in a puddle of her own urine from her earlier loss of control. The intense whipping shredded her bodysuit at her hips, crotch, and chest. It's past noon, and the ordeal of whipping and suspension has left her too exhausted to move, even though the spell has ended and her mouth is free.
"Sophia, can you stop with these extreme pranks? They could kill someone—us or her," Isaac said, gesturing to Anna, bound on the floor. Her torso is folded onto her thighs, calves tied to thighs, forming three layers, her upper body parallel to the ground, lower body kneeling, completely naked.
During Sophia's earlier incontinence, the whipping caused urine to splash onto Anna's face and bare body, humiliating her. She'd never touched anyone else's urine, especially not her hated vampire's. Curiously, Anna wondered why a vampire, who typically doesn't drink water, produced so much urine. And why did Sophia compete for breakfast this morning?
"Huff—huff—huff—" Hogtied, Sophia, her airway just freed, could only gasp for breath, too weak to speak.
Isaac felt he'd gone too far, a pang of guilt for Sophia.
"L-Little Zack—you—you—" Sophia finally spoke, her eyes brimming with tears from the whipping and suspension's pain, deepening Isaac's remorse.
"Sorry, my lady, but your prank was too much."
"You—you—bastard—humiliating this duchess like this," she rasped.
"If you stop these deadly pranks, I won't punish you like this again," Isaac said, sounding like he was the one at fault.
"You'll pay," Sophia growled, her domineering glare unsettling Isaac, despite her hogtied state.
Her royal vampire regeneration had already healed her wounds, faster than when she first wore the collar and ropes, though slower than without them. Her body seemed to adapt, enhancing her recovery and bloodline abilities.
"You heal fast, so watch your mouth, or—" Isaac dangled the ball gag.
"Hmph, this duchess won't bow to evil Little Zack," Sophia said, squinting, lifting her neck in her hogtie to point her chin and nostrils at Isaac, attempting a queenly disdain with her lower eyelids, comical in her position.
"A vampire calling a human evil?"
"Little Zack is evil!" She maintained her "lofty" glare.
"Oh? Really?" Isaac waved the gag.
"Y-Yes," she said defiantly. As Isaac approached with the gag, she backpedaled, "No! Little Zack's not evil!"
"Then who is?" Isaac produced the morning's whip.
"Uh, Little Za—Not this duchess!"
Crack! The whip struck the floor beside her, startling her.
"Who's evil?" Isaac asked with a lecherous grin.
"Hmph! It's—it's this duchess! Happy now?" Sophia snapped, glaring. Isaac nodded, satisfied.
"So, if you're evil, isn't it just for this hero to bind and punish an evil vampire?" he teased.
"Damn you! Tricked again!" Sophia scowled, as if seeing a bug.
"This room's a mess with your urine. What now?"
"Hmph, you whipped it out! No, no, my fault!" She corrected herself as Isaac waved the whip.
"Little Zack, I have an idea to prevent this duchess from such undignified acts," Sophia said slyly.
"Oh? Let's hear it," Isaac said, wary of her schemes.
"But first, we stop the little bitch from soiling herself!" she said with a cold laugh.
"Mmph?!" Anna, folded in three, protested loudly.
"Bullying her again?" Isaac frowned.
"No, no! Little Zack, come closer—I have a plan!" Sophia urged.
Isaac crouched, ear to Sophia's lips. Anna, outwardly calm, panicked internally. Isaac was her only shield against Sophia. Under the aphrodisiac's influence, her mind raced—were they plotting to sell her to bandits as a sex slave? Or turn her into a milk cow, as Sophia threatened? If Isaac sided with Sophia, she was doomed.
"Mmph!" Anna wailed, trying to drown out Sophia's whispers.
Crack! A whip struck Anna's rear, smeared with her waste. "Mmph!" She howled in pain.
"Miss Belmont, cooperate," Isaac said, retracting the whip.
"Yeah, don't cooperate, and we'll whip you to death!" Sophia chimed in.
"Mmph—" Anna eyed the whip. The blow hurt, but she noticed Isaac held back, suggesting he wasn't fully under Sophia's sway. Relenting, she stopped interfering, grunting once.
"Is this really viable?" Isaac asked, skeptical of Sophia's whispered plan.
"Of course! Trust this duchess's psychology expertise!"
"You know psychology?"
"Naturally! I know nearly all human knowledge. I can read minds, absorb knowledge through my Dominatrix bloodline via feeding, or magically imprint memories."
"All knowledge? Other vampires too?"
"No! Each vampire clan has unique bloodline abilities. Only Dominatrixes can read minds or gain knowledge through blood!"
"You really know all human knowledge?"
"Of course! Doubt my wisdom?"
"I do," Isaac said bluntly.
"Damn Little Zack! Think I'm not a sage because I'm playful?"
"Exactly. You look 28 or 29, older than me, like a mature lady. With that magically permanent 30s-40s makeup and gothic black-and-purple eyeshadow, you could pass as the regal matriarch of a noble house. But you act like a five-year-old."
Sophia, physically frozen at 28, bristled at being called a 30s-40s matriarch and childish. "That's because life's boring! I know all human knowledge and magic, but my castle's full of dull, sycophantic slaves! Adventure's fun!"
"Adventure? You mean playing house, killing enemies, and bullying captives?" Isaac couldn't relate. Adventure wasn't fun—90% of adventurers died, most on day one. Legendary heroes were rare survivors. Adventures meant starvation, rough living, and eating jerky, with no proper toilet. Only someone like Sophia, fearless, unthreatened, and able to teleport home to a luxurious bathroom, would find it fun. Why else did great mages stay in towers studying spells instead of gaining battle experience? No one wanted to die.
Unlike most mages, Sophia could teleport precisely, dining at her castle and returning exactly to her adventure spot. Even great mages could only teleport to familiar or anchored locations, not back and forth ten times daily for meals, bathroom breaks, baths, and sleep like Sophia. Teleportation drained mana—most mages managed two or three long-range jumps daily, while Sophia's frequent trips left no mana for combat. For her, "adventure" was leisure: gourmet meals served, cozy beds, baths, and lie-ins, teleporting back to the exact spot after breakfast. For others, adventure meant licking blades, hunger, and harsh conditions.
"Of course! Killing enemies, looting treasures—it's fun. In other worlds, people make virtual adventure games, charging players to slay monsters," Sophia said. To her, adventuring was like reading novels, playing chess, or gaming in other planes, her shoes never dirtied—until meeting Isaac and being bound.
"You've been to other worlds?"
"Don't I look like a sage who's traveled planes? Am I that unreliable?" Sophia squinted disdainfully.
"Unreliable," Isaac said.
"Hmph! Ignore you! Follow my plan!" Hogtied, looking up at Isaac, she acted like the master, him the captive.
"Fine, but I need to clean this mess."
"No need! Cast the cleaning spell."
"Your last 'cleaning spell' nearly burned Miss Belmont," Isaac reminded her.
"Different! I'm honest this time. There's a real cleaning spell in the gem, word: %&^."
"If you're lying—"
"If I lie, hang me for a day and make me eat the little bitch's waste. Good enough?" Sophia swore vehemently, seeming trustworthy.
With practice, Isaac's artifact casting improved. Holding Bloodheart, he thought the word, and a liquid-like, wind-like arcane energy burst from the gem, flowing over the floor, sheets, and clothes, cleansing all filth.
"You told the truth," Isaac sighed, relieved.
"Am I that unreliable?!"
"Unreliable!"
"You jerk!" Sophia snapped. "Without me, would you have this much gold? Be Lionnis's vampire slayer? Grope so many beauties, including me?"
"But I've never had this much trouble either."
"Tch, enough talk. Do my task!"
"Yes, yes, my lady, you win." Isaac, eyeing the hogtied Sophia, felt like she was a pampered pet.
As Isaac dressed to leave, Anna panicked, fearing Sophia's torment the moment he left, wailing, "Mmph! Mmph!"
"Look, the little bitch is scared," Sophia gloated.
"Follow the plan!" she urged.
Isaac approached Sophia, freeing her legs from the hogtie, untying her calves, thighs, and shackles, letting her sit on the floor.
Anna grew more terrified, thinking Isaac was abandoning her to Sophia.
Then, Isaac produced the vampire-restraining ball gag, reddened from Sophia's blood. Sophia obediently opened her mouth, letting him fasten it.
This was the vampire's… plan? Anna thought. With Sophia gagged, bullying her should be harder, right?
"Mmph~!" Sophia cooed softly at Isaac, who then approached Anna.
"Mmph…" Anna trembled, though her torso was fixed to her thighs, she thrashed, forgetting her red crotch rope. Under the aphrodisiac, another flood gushed.
Isaac untied the ropes binding Anna's torso to her thighs, letting her spine straighten into a kneeling position. Realizing her burned-off clothes left her breasts—still leaking—exposed to Isaac directly in front, she blushed, writhing to hide them.
"Mmph!" she wailed, twisting her waist.
"Please cooperate, Miss Belmont," Isaac said, aroused.
Whether from fear, shame, or something else, Anna complied, calming down. Isaac didn't untie her folded legs or parallel thigh bindings, unlike Sophia's. Her legs remained bound.
Seeing her compliance, Isaac unbound most of her upper body ropes, leaving only the crotch rope and wrist ties. Her arms gained some freedom, but moving tugged the crotch rope, stimulating her aphrodisiac-swollen area, deterring reckless motion.
Then, beyond Anna's imagination, Isaac lifted Sophia slightly, dragging her to face Anna. Sophia spread her legs, and Isaac set her down, trapping Anna's folded legs between Sophia's. Though Sophia was ten centimeters taller, Anna's kneeling made her slightly higher.
Isaac took a black leather strap from Anna's gear, roughly the length of the gag's strap, and attached it to the ring on Sophia's gag, giving it two straps.
Anna realized the intent, shaking her head frantically. "Mmph! Mmph!" Being seen and groped by Isaac was one thing; touching Sophia's skin was another.
Isaac removed the magical rope gagging Anna. She pleaded, "Please, anything but this."Ignoring her, Isaac gripped her red hair, forcing her face to Sophia's. "Mmph!" Anna's lips met the gag. Isaac pinched her nose, forcing mouth-breathing. As she gasped, he pressed harder, shoving the gag into her mouth, tightening the strap behind her head.
"Mmph!" Anna's lips clamped the gag, linking her mouth to Sophia's. Their lips faced each other, practically kissing, swapping saliva through the gag.
"Mmph…" Anna, furious and humiliated, locked eyes with Sophia, whose intense gaze met hers. Both blushed.
"Mmph!" Sophia wailed, refusing to be outdone.
"Right, Sophia, let's perfect your plan," Isaac said with a sly grin.
"Mmph?" Sophia, mid-gag-kiss, eyed Isaac warily, unsure of his improvisation.
Isaac cast a spell with the dagger, dispelling Sophia's tattered bodysuit, then removed the morning's underwear and bra.
"Mmph?!" Sophia's eyes widened. She hadn't expected this! Isaac had seen her naked while unconscious, but no other male had. Her face burned with rage. She'd tolerated Isaac's "leniency" because she controlled the terms—like her whipping for bullying Anna, which she'd agreed to, or letting him ride her. But this—stripping her without consent—infuriated the imperious vampire duchess. How dare a lowborn act so boldly?
"Mmph!" She glared furiously, her eyes turning blood-red. Isaac's heart sank. Had he gone too far? Her red-eyed glare, unlike her usual domineering stares, radiated primal menace, making his legs tremble and sweat pour. Would she kill him once freed?
But Anna's actions distracted Sophia. Though shorter, Anna's kneeling gave her a height advantage. As Sophia turned to glare at Isaac, she pulled Anna's neck downward, forcing an uncomfortable bend. Anna, resisting, tugged the gag upward with her waist to ease her neck.
This forced Sophia to crane her neck, an affront to her lofty self-image. She only "sacrificed" for fun, not to look up at Anna. To discomfort Anna, Sophia leaned back, but her human-level strength, restricted by the collar, was outmatched by Anna's battle-honed power. Sophia tilted forward, neck raised, looking up at Anna.
"Mmph!" they groaned, tugging their crotch ropes, eliciting muffled moans.
Sophia fumed internally. She'd only planned to bind them together, not like this! Being shorter than Anna, unable to lift her neck haughtily, was intolerable. Her free legs could let her kneel to gain height, but kneeling was anathema to her proud nature—worse than death. She endured sitting, resenting Anna's higher position.
"Off I go, ladies. Have fun," Isaac said, spooked by Sophia's glare and eager to escape.
"Mmph!" As he left, Sophia realized her legs were free. She lifted them, clamping Anna's waist in a scissor hold.
"Mmph?" Anna gasped as Sophia's legs tightened, then—
"Mmph!" Sophia thrust her hips forward, sitting on Anna's kneeling thighs.
"Mmph!" Anna grimaced. Kneeling was uncomfortable; Sophia's weight on her calves was agonizing.
Worse followed. Sitting on Anna's thighs, Sophia now loomed "superior," her gagged head above Anna's, forcing Anna to look up while Sophia smirked down.
"Mmph?" Sophia sneered, tightening her leg grip and jerking her head up.
"Mmph!" Anna's neck stretched painfully, swan-like.
"Mmph!" Unyielding, Anna yanked downward, pulling Sophia's head and chest, tightening her holy ropes and crotch rope, causing intense discomfort.
"Mmph!" Sophia defiantly raised her head, battling Anna, who pulled back, determined to win.
"Mmph—mmph—"
"Mmph—mmph—"
The bound beauties strained with torso and back muscles, sweat mingling as it poured.
Sophia's stricter holy ropes sapped her strength, and she began losing to Anna. Gritting her teeth, she pressed her chest forward. Their breasts collided, the aphrodisiac amplifying Anna's sensitivity, causing milk to spurt. Sophia felt the stimulation too.
"Mmph…" Anna moaned.
"Mmph…" Sophia, unaffected by the drug, leveraged her strength as Anna succumbed to pleasure, unable to focus. Sophia craned her neck, forcing Anna to look up. Their struggle quickened their breathing, saliva flowing and mixing.
Both found it humiliating, yet their shared plight fostered empathy, like comrades in suffering, deepening their rivalry. They battled with breasts, waists, lips, and necks.
Sophia's breast assaults triggered Anna's milk, coating Sophia's chest as if she were lactating. Realizing her disadvantage, Anna leaned back with abdominal strength, yanking the gag and pulling Sophia's head and torso forward.
"Mmph…" Sophia groaned in discomfort.
Unwilling to yield, Sophia leaned back, their bodies seesawing, breasts clashing, ropes tugging, eliciting moans. The freshly cleaned floor grew slick with their fluids.
"Mmph…"
"Mmph…"
Exhausted after over an hour, neither would yield, their fluids marking the battle's intensity.
The door opened. Isaac returned with a new package. "Ladies, enjoying yourselves?"
"Mmph!" Anna's wails blurred anger and pleasure.
"Mmph?" Sophia, clinging to Anna, wailed too.
"Enough fighting," Isaac said, eyeing their bound struggle. "Keep it up, and I won't ungag you!"
"Mmph!"
"Mmph!"
Both ceased, though muffled protests continued.
"You—" Ungagged, they cursed in unison:
"Little bitch!"
"Vampire slut!"
Isaac noted Anna's tone softened after their "shared suffering," suggesting Sophia's psychology ploy worked.
"Ahem, Sophia, no trouble!" Isaac followed Sophia's plan, playing Anna's protector to "subdue" her foe.
"You!" Sophia glared, genuinely furious over Isaac stripping her without consent.
"What? Bully Miss Belmont again, and it's the gag!" Isaac, oblivious to her true anger, thought she was acting per the plan, emboldening him to challenge her.
"You dare lecture this duchess?" Sophia fumed, still atop Anna's thighs. She'd accepted past punishments for her errors, but this unauthorized stripping enraged her, and now he scolded her?
"Yes, vampire sluts need gagging!" Anna interjected, her tone less vicious, almost playful.
"You little bitch! Bewitching Little Zack!"
"You vampire slut, charming humans!"
"Quiet!" Isaac asserted authority, per Sophia's plan, to make Anna feel protected yet intimidated. Except for Sophia's real anger, all went as planned.
Anna quieted, but Sophia "rebelled." "What? We're not—Mmph!" Isaac "per plan" gagged her with the holy vampire gag, "protecting" Anna.
Anna nearly retorted but stopped as Isaac warned, "If either of you bickers, I'll gag you both together! Both will be punished, no matter who starts it!"
Anna swallowed her words.
"Mmph!" Sophia thrashed furiously, still gripping Anna's waist, glaring at Isaac. Her intensity startled him—something was off from the plan.
"Sophia?" Isaac probed, growing uneasy. Had he truly angered her?
"Uh…" Cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
"Mmph!" Sophia's furious wails pierced him, her glare shifting to Anna. "Mmph!"
Seizing the moment, Isaac recalled Sophia's plan: if one fought, both suffered, conditioning Anna to avoid conflict. With things derailing, he forced the plan back on track, ignoring Sophia's rage. Hoping to appease her through discipline, he paled, grabbed the whip and a red witch-sealing gag from Anna's hunter gear, and declared, "I said no fighting!"