In her bound hands behind her back, Anna held two plugs from the package Isaac had found in the army's supply cart: a urethral plug and an anal plug. Like the ropes, collar, and shackles, they glowed faintly blue. Isaac knew Anna was to help Sophia but was clueless about the specifics—plugging Sophia's lower orifices was too embarrassing for Sophia to tell him. Anna had only asked where the restraint bag was, and after Isaac pointed it out, she grabbed the plugs with her back turned, following Sophia's earlier request.
Sophia, who didn't even want Isaac seeing her naked, would never let a male like him insert these plugs. She'd never used such devices, only wanting to avoid humiliating accidents like wetting herself in front of Isaac. Naively, she thought her vampire physiology would protect her from harm due to prolonged retention, assuming the plugs would eliminate excretion worries. She'd soon regret this.
"The little bitch has fewer ropes than me. Unfair!" The two naked women eyed each other's "adornments," and Sophia felt outdone.
"Nothing unfair, vampire. I plug you, and I'm done," Anna said, glancing at Sophia in the tub, bound from head to toe. Sophia's upper body was tied with faintly glowing holy ropes, but her lower half had ordinary hemp like Anna's. Anna's gaze lingered on Sophia's rope-enhanced breasts, larger than her own. Though her figure was fine, why was this witch's better? A twinge of jealousy hit Anna.
"Stand up, I'll plug you, and my job's done."
"Hmph, you can't plug me like this. Untie my legs first," Sophia said, standing from the tub. Indeed, with Anna's hands bound behind her, inserting the plugs with Sophia's legs tied together was nearly impossible. Only with full mobility could she manage.
"I'm not untying you," Anna refused.
"Hey, little bitch, you've got almost no ropes—just wrists. You could elbow me. I've got a crotch rope, and you're still scared?" Sophia taunted.
Anna feared Sophia's monstrous strength, having been knocked out with one kick. She suspected the royal vampire held back, or her skull would've shattered that night. Unaware that Sophia's anklets limited her power, Anna wondered why mere hemp could restrain Sophia's ogre-like leg strength.
"Scared I'll kick you, little bitch?"
"Not at all!"
"Then why won't you untie this trussed-up duchess? That scared?"
"Who's scared? I'll do it!" Provoked, Anna turned her back, slowly untying Sophia's leg ropes with her bound hands.
"Not bad, little bitch!" Sophia mocked.
"Spread your legs. I'll plug you, and we're done."
Sophia parted her legs. Anna pulled the crotch rope over Sophia's urethra, preparing to insert the plug. This tugged the rope tight against her vaginal entrance, the holy rope pressing into unprotected, deep pink flesh.
"Agh! Ah—ah—ow!" The holy energy burned Sophia's tender inner flesh, a sensation like chili and electric shocks surging through her lower body.
Anna, far from gentle, saw Sophia's pain and pulled harder, embedding the rope deeper.
"Agh—ow—agh!" Tears streamed down Sophia's face, fluids gushing. This was Anna's goal.
Anna grabbed the urethral plug and shoved it in.
"Agh! How—does—it—hurt—so—much?!" The plug, designed against vampires, felt like chili and shocks. Sophia's urethra screamed, her urge to urinate overwhelming, but nothing came out—the plug worked.
"Agh!" Sophia collapsed onto the tub's edge. Anna gave no respite. Moving to the other side, she stepped into the tub. Sophia, bent over the edge, presented her rear. Anna seized the rear crotch rope and yanked.
"Agh!" Pulling the rope from Sophia's crevice took effort, crushing her front garden and tightening the urethral plug.
"Agh!" Fluids poured from Sophia's unplugged orifice.
Anna, creating enough space, grabbed the 25 cm anal plug with barbs and rammed it into Sophia's rear.
The result was predictable. Made of holy material, the plug felt like a chili enema. Sophia slid from the tub's edge, collapsing to the floor, writhing.
"Agh! It's coming! Can't hold it! Gotta go! Why—won't—it—come?! Agh!" The plug triggered an urge to empty her bowels, but she couldn't.
Anna, standing in the tub, grinned at Sophia's fish-out-of-water thrashing. Her own three plugs caused physical discomfort, but nothing like Sophia's chili-shock torment. Anna could cope if she avoided strenuous movement.
An idea struck. Anna stepped out, planting a foot on Sophia's face.
"Agh! You little bitch—ow—taking advantage! Agh!" Sophia, crippled by urethral and intestinal pain, couldn't fight back.
"Bitch, I told you, this is payback!" Anna stepped on Sophia's breast, kneading until it stood firm.
"Agh!" Sophia, enduring the pain, rolled, toppling Anna.
"Bitch!"
"Bitch—agh!" Both naked women cursed.
They fought with unbound legs. Sophia, reliant on vampire strength, had decent but not elite human fighting skills. Anna, a top-five global combatant, dominated Sophia, who was debilitated by the plugs' torment.
Soon, Anna's freer legs locked Sophia's neck in a scissor choke.
Anna suffered too—the 20 cm vaginal plug pressed harder when she squeezed, far worse than a crotch rope, causing fluids to flow under the aphrodisiac's effect.
"Urgh!" Sophia, choking, endured searing pain below, unable to speak or resist.
"Urgh—little—bitch—I—surrender," Sophia gasped.
"So quick? Belmont one, Dominatrix zero!" Anna said, easing her grip slightly.
"Urgh—cough—cough—" Sophia coughed, then said, "Agh—little—bitch, you got—one point. It's Dominatrix—agh—six to Belmont three—agh."
"No, six to seven!" Anna tightened her hold.
"Urgh! How's—it—six—seven?"
"You wet yourself this morning under Isaac's whip—one point for me, six-three. I shot you several times, call it one, six-four. My hunter whip knocked you out, six-five. I plugged you, six-six. Now I've got your neck, six-seven."
"Agh—that's—cheating! Six-three—urgh!" Seeing Sophia's defiance, Anna clamped harder. A human's spine would've snapped.
"Six-seven. Blink to agree."
Sophia struggled but couldn't break free. Unwilling to beg her hated "little bitch," Anna rolled her in a death spin—lethal to humans.
Unable to moan, Sophia blinked in surrender.
"Belmont seven, Dominatrix six!" Anna laughed.
She released Sophia's neck.
"Urgh—agh—" Sophia collapsed, utterly at Anna's mercy.
Anna didn't stop. She'd promised to release her legs, not to cease tormenting Sophia.
"Agh—urgh!" Sophia's moans echoed in the washroom.
"Women's wars," Isaac muttered outside, shaking his head.
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Later, Isaac, eyes closed, held Bloodheart, facing the bound, naked women. After Sophia's surrender, Anna had soaked in the tub, washing off feces, urine, sweat, milk, and fluids.
With a whoosh, Isaac cast a spell, dressing both in bras and panties.
"Those—are—my clothes," Sophia growled, her urethra and bowels still agonizing, slurring her speech. She deeply regretted choosing vampire-specific plugs. Unlike Anna's, these caused chili-shock pain. The plugs seemed intelligent, like her inescapable holy ropes, with barbs that extended upon insertion, embedding into flesh.
"I—I need—the toilet," Anna said, blushing.
"Sophia, can you leave?" Isaac asked.
"Can't—move," Sophia said truthfully.
"Troublesome." Unaware of her immobility, Isaac princess-carried Sophia to the bed. Returning to the washroom, he moved the wooden toilet, lifted Anna onto it, and removed her new panties. Anna, treated like a child, blushed intensely.
Isaac used the master key. The chastity belt had four keyholes: one for the belt, three for the hollow plugs. Unlocking a plug's keyhole opened a passage for fluids or solids.
He unlocked the urethral keyhole, and urine gushed out.
Anna, watched by Isaac, turned her face away in shame, cheek to him.
When she finished, Isaac wiped the belt with a cloth, relocked the urethra, and replaced her panties. The blue lace set hid the metal belt completely.
Anna, unbound at the legs, could've kicked Isaac out, but believing only he and Sophia could unlock her (Sophia's lie), she submitted.
"You're good. You can sleep on the bed tonight," Isaac said.
Blushing, Anna, hung hogtied for two nights, felt gratitude. "Thank you, Mr. Isaac.""No 'Mr. Isaac.' You called me Isaac before," he said.
"Alright, thank you, Isaac," she whispered, red-faced.
"But—"
"I need to be bound, right? I won't fight the vampire. Bind me. I'm more obedient than her," Anna said, instantly regretting "obedient"—it sounded like a pet.
"Don't worry, it won't be too harsh." Isaac, knowing Anna was human despite the endurance elixir, bound her arms parallel behind her back, tying an 8-shape across her breasts, accentuating them, and weaving her upper arms to her torso. A rope from her neck suspended her parallel forearms in a Japanese-style rear binding. A crotch rope circled her waist, pulled tight to tug her panties, belt, and plugs, eliciting moans: "Ah—ah!"
The crotch rope linked to a back loop, connected to her chest's 8-shape and rear-bound arms. Any chest or arm movement tugged the plugs, causing discomfort.
"Gag too?" Anna asked, horrified, seeing Sophia's used panties in Isaac's hand.
"Sorry, it's one of her conditions for you sharing her bed." With only two beds, Anna had to sleep with one of them. Secretly, she preferred Isaac over the vampire.
"…One of?" Anna thought, but helpless and excretion-controlled, she opened her mouth. During Sophia's "trial," she'd noticed Isaac's disapproval of Sophia's massacres, making him trustworthy—her only ally.
"Wait!" Anna blushed before being gagged.
"What?"
"Call me Anna."
"Alright, Anna."
"Ah—Mmph!" Isaac stuffed Sophia's panties, soaked with morning urine and fluids, into Anna's mouth, sealing it with afternoon-bought tape wrapped tightly.
From Sophia's bag, Isaac took flesh-colored stockings, slipping them over Anna's bound hands.
"Mmph?" Anna questioned.
"To stop you fighting her with your fingers in bed."
"Mmph!" Anna fumed, insulted—she wasn't as childish as Sophia.
Isaac fastened a new black collar on Anna, explaining, "She thinks it's unfair only she has one. Sorry."
"Mmph!"
He bound Anna's legs, three ropes each on thighs and calves, merging them like sausages, the yellow hemp biting into her flesh.
"Mmph!" Isaac's groping during thigh-binding, under the aphrodisiac, sparked fantasies of intimacy. Anna protested, snapping back to reality.
Isaac princess-carried Anna to the bed. He'd bound Sophia's legs like Anna's and gagged her with the vampire-specific gag, explaining her earlier silence. Sophia, eyes closed, brows furrowed, moaned faintly, tormented by her plugs.
Isaac laid Anna sideways on the bed's right, facing left toward Sophia. He turned Sophia sideways to face Anna.
Isaac threaded a rope through Anna's collar ring, knotting it, then through Sophia's front collar ring, tightening it. Their faces pressed together—foreheads touching, noses crossing, lips meeting over gag and tape, like a kiss. They smelled each other's breath and heard heartbeats.
He linked their crotch ropes, pulling them tight, pressing their private areas together.
"Mmph!"
"Mmph!" Both moaned.
"This way, you won't fight. Any struggle stimulates both," Isaac said.
"Mmph!"
"Mmph!" They protested.
Isaac tied their ankles together, ensuring face-to-face, breast-to-breast, groin-to-groin, and thigh-to-thigh contact, preventing fights while he slept.
To stop eye-based conflicts, especially Sophia's night vision, he took blindfolds—not from Sophia's restraint kit but bought that afternoon—and covered both women's eyes.
Their faint moans persisted, but exhausted from the day's ordeals, Isaac tucked them in.
"Goodnight, ladies."
He blew out the candle and returned to his bed.
The day ended.
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Elsewhere, another story unfolded.
Between Lionnis and the capital, Paris, lie the cities of Burg and Orlan. Now, deep in the night near Burg, Baron Burg rode with a squad of soldiers, a top-hatted man with a whip and flintlock pistol, a warrior with mutated cat-like eyes and twin swords, and a lady riding sidesaddle.
Cloaked and hooded, her golden hair and blue eyes peeked out. She was Jane Lancaster, the 24-year-old genius high mage from Eililand, who investigated the magical crater outside Windleaf Town days ago.
Jane wore a gray cloak over an emerald robe, loosely tied at the waist, its front opening in an "X" shape. Beneath, a blue mage dress—more like a fitted gown—revealed her curves despite the outer layers. The dress's plunging neckline, with spherical cups, exposed half her chest and cleavage, accentuating her figure. Off-shoulder sleeves extended from the neckline, sloping upward, complementing the heart-shaped neckline. The sleeves bared her shoulders, collarbone, and neck, enhancing her allure. A corset cinched her waist, and the skirt flared loosely, a medieval noblewoman's style, draping like a bell over her hips, wide at the base but not restrictive.
"Miss Lancaster, thank you," Baron Burg said. He sought vengeance against a high vampire who kidnapped his wife a decade ago. Finally, he'd amassed enough wealth to hire soldiers, a witch hunter, a monster hunter, and Jane, who brought her bickering apprentices—Rossian Sergei and Gulensian Peter.
"Something's coming," Jane said, sensing a disturbance in her magical barrier.
In the darkness, something approached. The monster hunter's cat-like eyes caught it.
What was it?