In the wilderness far from Burg Castle in the Kingdom of Gulens, midnight.
Jane Lancaster's magical barrier sensed something approaching at near-horse speed, silent and without disturbing the air. The monster hunter, with his keen senses, spotted forceful footprints and several dark marks behind them—vampires. His sixth sense detected an invisible threat. He drew his silver sword.
"This… this high vampire is from the Estruch family!" the witch hunter cried, spotting the cloaked enemy.
Absolute invisibility, one of the Estruch family's bloodline abilities, alongside short-range teleportation, allowed "Ether Walking." By half-spiritualizing their body into the ethereal plane, they passed through air and light, producing no sound. Physical contact was largely ineffective, and their voices didn't reach the material world. Unlike ghosts, their semi-spiritual state rendered ghost-detection useless. To mortals, an Estruch in "absolute invisibility" was nearly undetectable. Only the vampire's sprint, leaving faint footprints, betrayed his presence.
Before the witch hunter could finish, an invisible force decapitated him. The Estruch, notorious for deceit and depravity even among vampires, wouldn't let the vampire-savvy hunter reveal their weaknesses.
"Sergei, Peter! Use what I taught you!" Jane shouted to her apprentices, magically shedding her hooded cloak for mobility, revealing her emerald robe and the blue mage dress beneath, styled like a noble gown with a plunging, breast-supporting neckline.
"Yes, Teacher!" The apprentices chanted spells, but the cunning Estruch wouldn't allow it. From the shadows, he lunged at them.
Clang! He struck Jane's pre-set magical shield protecting her students.
Meanwhile, the six ordinary vampires the hunter saw charged the soldiers, slaughtering their "food." The monster hunter cast a Sign, igniting a vampire's arm with firelight. In the chaos, his silver sword beheaded it.
The vampires, recognizing the threat, ganged up on the hunter. Overwhelmed, he struggled to parry, nearing death.
A blinding light erupted, searing heat flooding the battlefield, turning night to day.
Solar Flare!
A near-pinnacle destruction spell, one of Jane's strongest. She summoned sun-like energy, a 10-meter-wide superheated fireball hovering above, radiating intense heat before exploding, reducing the battlefield to ash. Its blinding light affected all within range, regardless of gaze or closed eyes.
Sergei and Peter's combined spell created a barrier, shielding allies from the flare's burns and blast.
The vampires, sun-fearing, couldn't open their eyes, lacking the high vampire's auditory combat skills. The flare's heat devastated their fire-weak bodies. Three died instantly. The hunter, with soldiers' aid, gained the upper hand against the blinded, charred survivors.
The shadow figure realized Jane was the priority. He sped toward her, but Jane blinked into her students' shield with a teleport spell.
The shadow cast a spell, summoning two gargoyles and skeletal warriors, buying time for his vampire minions. He attacked Jane's shield. Though high vampires were magical adepts, Jane, with her apprentices, maintained the shield against his magical and physical assaults.
The shadow revealed himself—a tall, handsome noble in a black tailcoat and cloak, like a gothic vampire novel's protagonist.
"You're Peter, right?" he said.
"Mind-reading!" Jane gasped. Less potent than the Dominatrix bloodline's ability, this magical mind-reading still probed thoughts.
Jane, skilled in Occlumency, resisted, but her apprentices couldn't.
"Want to be a high vampire, Peter?" the vampire asked.
"Don't listen!" Jane commanded. The Estruch, infamous for manipulation, had read Peter's dark desires.
"I won't heed you, vampire!" Peter retorted.
"Oh? Don't you want your Professor Lancaster crawling before you like a bitch in her lofty mage robes?" the vampire sneered.
"You! Lies!" Jane and Sergei stared at Peter, who shouted his innocence.
"Peter, does Sergei know you burned his spellbook?" the vampire pressed.
"Lies! I didn't!" Peter flushed.
"What? My spellbook was…" Sergei glared.
"Peter, spying in the women's restroom—"
"Enough!" Peter yelled, casting a spell to disrupt their shield.
"You'd better keep your promise, vampire!" Peter shouted.
"Hahaha, of course!" The vampire blasted the weakened shield, shattering it.
"Peter, traitor!" Sergei tackled Peter. As a brawny Rossian, Sergei easily overpowered the bookish Peter. Standing, Sergei saw Jane locked in a fierce magical duel with the vampire. With a cry of "Ura!" he charged.
"Sergei, no!" Jane screamed, too late.
The vampire, dueling Jane with his right hand, pointed his left at Sergei, chanting an Arban curse.
Death Finger.
Unless exceptionally resilient, its sole effect was death.
A dark green beam struck Sergei, who collapsed.
"No!" Jane, duty-bound to protect her students, was devastated. A teacher's death was acceptable, but not a student's.
Enraged, Jane's hands surged with energy, instantly casting advanced spells. Twin massive fireballs shot toward the vampire at near-sonic speed.
Fireblast!
The vampire conjured an ice pillar to block them. The fireballs exploded on impact, wounding him with the blast's aftermath. Jane's mana was nearly depleted, forcing her to rely on a magic scroll—a last resort for casting without mana.
The vampire healed his broken body in seconds, but at the cost of his mana. His physical prowess far surpassed Jane's. Even at full mana, she'd have a 50% chance against a magicless vampire; now, mana-drained, her odds were grim.
Jane began chanting the scroll's spell, but disaster struck. Unfocused on her rear, her chant was cut off.
Peter cast a silence spell on her.
Peter's spell was weak, and Jane knew it well—she could break it in a second. But a second was enough for the vampire.
He tackled Jane, ripping her outer robe, exposing her sensual blue gown-like mage dress. Its plunging neckline, with spherical cups, bared her neck, shoulders, and deep cleavage. Off-shoulder sleeves with lace trim and a corseted waist accentuated her noble figure. The skirt flared bell-like, widest at her hips.
"A beauty!" the vampire leered, summoning ropes with a variant of the Dominatrix Binding spell.
Jane's gown, unsuited for close combat, left her helpless as he pinned her. He bound her wrists and elbows behind her, straightening her arms, crippling her spellcasting.
She tried to cast, but the vampire gagged her with silk, tied tightly behind her head.
"Mmph!" Jane wailed helplessly.
With spellcasting blocked, he wrapped ropes around her chest, deepening her cleavage and binding her breasts into massive orbs. He groped her, marveling at their size, hidden under her outer robe but now exposed. The ropes tightened her dress's neckline, revealing her true figure.
"Mmph!" As the Earl of Lancaster's daughter, Jane, a revered mage professor, had never been so violated. Her body reacted involuntarily.
The vampire added ropes above and below her bound breasts, pulling them to her upper arms, securing them. He circled her waist, linking ropes to her elbows, locking them straight. More ropes at her lower back bound her forearms to her torso, immobilizing her arms completely.
He grabbed her silk-stockinged, high-heeled foot, tying a loop to bind her ankles. Jane kicked him, but he smiled. "Want to play, beauty?" He released her legs, letting her, bound above and hindered by her skirt, struggle to stand.
"Run fast."
"Mmph!" Terrified, Jane fled.
"Time to squash bugs," the vampire sneered.
The monster hunter, gaining ground, cast a Sign, blasting the last two vampires. As he charged, a rapier pierced him from the void—the Estruch's invisibility struck again.
Without the witch hunter, monster hunter, or mage, the soldiers faced slaughter.
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Five hours later…
"Mmph!" Jane, arms numb from five hours of straight-arm binding, fled through the forest. Poor blood flow left her arms useless. Unfamiliar with the wilderness, she feared beasts or bandits. Bound and gagged, she couldn't cast spells, defenseless against either.
A shorter figure, about 1.8 meters, appeared ahead. In heels, Jane's 1.74-meter frame seemed taller. Not the tall vampire, she hoped for rescue. "Mmph!" she ran toward it.
But it was Peter—now Peter Estruch, a newborn high vampire.
Jane turned, but her bindings and skirt slowed her. Peter grabbed her, groping her breasts through her gown while untying her elbow ropes. Was he… saving her? she hoped.
"Professor, being bound like a human must be uncomfortable. Let me adjust," Peter said, crushing her hope.
He loosened her torso-arm ropes, bending her elbows to a 60-degree angle, crossing her forearms at her lower back for slight comfort. He rebound her upper arms tightly to her torso, tightening the ropes, accentuating her gown's curves. Two ropes passed under her fragrant armpits—Peter groped her savagely—binding her shoulders to her forearms, further restricting movement.
"You're my pet now, Professor," Peter whispered.
"Mmph!" Jane protested desperately.
Peter lifted her gown's left breast cup, nearly exposing her. The ropes threatened to pull it off entirely.
"You always scolded me for failing fireball spells, but I've mastered 'breast-ball' spells! I've wanted to touch these forever. You, a noble lady in cleavage-baring gowns, know how many classmates fantasized about these?" Peter groped her 36E breasts, adding a rope through her cleavage, tightening them further.
"Mmph!" Jane, untouched by any but her mother and sister, reeled from the humiliation.
"Shy, Professor? Let's make you shyer."
Peter wrapped ropes around her skirt, diagonally binding her thighs in an "X" pattern, like a net. Knots at each "X" intersection, especially at her thigh roots, rubbed her sensitive areas, mimicking a crotch rope's effect. He bound her knees and calves, encasing her legs in hemp, fusing her gown to her body like a second skin. Below her ankles, the skirt flared, resembling a mermaid's tail, showcasing her curves.
He attached a rope to her cleavage rope, tugging it to stimulate her breasts, forcing her to follow. Bound and in heels, she hopped awkwardly, dog-like.
"Leading a filthy bitch like you doesn't suit a superior being. Let a servant do it," Peter sneered.
He clapped, and a tall figure emerged—Sergei, reanimated by dark magic.
"Mmph!" Jane wept, horrified. As a professor, she'd been aloof, her noble status and genius upbringing shielding her from rebuke. Now called a bitch by one student and led like a dog by another's corpse, she broke down, sobbing.
Sergei yanked the rope, painfully tightening her breasts. She hopped toward him. Whether intentional or not, each of Sergei's steps tugged the rope, biting her breasts and rubbing the thigh knots against her wet sensitive areas, eliciting moans.
"Mmph!"
"Mmph!"
"Mmph!"
"Wait, I forgot," Peter approached, pointing. "Professor, I failed many spells you taught, but I practiced this one!" He cast a lewd spell, animating her ropes. They tightened, making her scream, then loosened briefly before tightening again, cycling endlessly. Her legs, bound under her skirt, reacted physiologically. The ropes slid slightly, mimicking caressing hands.
"Mmph!" Jane wailed.
Peter grabbed a sack. "A pet shouldn't show her face. I've always wanted to see a noble lady like you kidnapped, head in a sack!" He bagged her head, adding two cloths outside, binding her eyes and mouth over the sack.
"Even bagged, you might peek, like when you caught me slacking in class. Your teacherly eyes need double-binding for my peace of mind. And your mouth gets a bonus tie!" Peter quipped, tightening the cloths, molding the sack to her head's contours.
"Still a beauty," Peter sneered, pinching her bagged chin before leaving. "Sergei, lead the bitch-teacher by her leash!"
Sergei yanked, pulling Jane forward. Blind, with bound legs and heels, she struggled to hop, fearing a fall. The enchanted ropes tightened mercilessly.
"Mmph!" Jane screamed, tears soaking the sack. A noble beauty in a gown, she was bound, bagged, blindfolded, gagged, and led like a dog to the vampire's castle under moonlight.
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The next day, Lionnis.
Isaac woke early but lingered, staring at the lace-clad, bound beauties on the other bed for two hours until Anna stirred.
Drugged with a potent aphrodisiac, Anna, after countless erotic dreams, woke first. She tried stretching, forgetting her blindfolded, bound state. She then noticed the vampire's breath against her face.
Her face felt wet. The vampire's gag, reddened by her blood, no longer sealed her lips, allowing drool to pool on Anna's cheek during sleep.
Her mouth… held the vampire's panties, soaked with urine and fluids. The tape prevented her own drool from "retaliating" onto Sophia's face.
Damn vampire! Their collars, linked, kept them near-kissing all night. Struggling before sleep, Anna's plugged orifices held, but Sophia's unplugged one drenched Anna's freshly bathed thighs.
"Mmph!" Anna fumed, humiliated and furious, forgetting their linked crotch ropes. Struggling triggered a chain reaction.
"Mmph!" Under the aphrodisiac (and with a massive phallic plug in her crotch rope), Anna buckled first, gushing fluids—already wet from dreams, now trapped in her chastity belt.
Even blindfolded, Isaac saw Anna's flushed face betray her racing thoughts.
"Urgh! Mmph!" Anna's struggle tugged Sophia's ropes, waking her. Forgetting their shared binding, Sophia's sudden movements pulled their crotch ropes, eliciting mutual moans.
"Mmph!"
"Mmph!"
Sophia, furious and blindfolded, assumed Anna deliberately woke her to humiliate her. She writhed her waist, tugging their ropes, moaning but savoring Anna's matching cries.
"Mmph!"
"Mmph!"
Anna, enraged and bladder-full, retaliated, matching Sophia's self-destructive tactic.
The blindfolded, gagged, side-lying beauties thrashed on the bed, neither yielding despite exhaustion, "fighting" until noon.
"Ahem, no fighting!" Isaac, who'd eaten breakfast, enjoyed the hours-long spectacle.
"Mmph!"
"Mmph!"
Both protested defiantly.
Crack! Crack! Whips struck their rears.
"Mmph!"
"Mmph!"
The pain stopped their "war." Previously, Isaac wouldn't dare spank Sophia, but her plan allowed him to act as arbiter to pacify Anna, building his authority to make her compliant and abandon hunting Sophia.
"Mmph!"
"Mmph!"
Both clamored to be ungagged.
Isaac, wary of their bickering, freed Anna first, sparking Sophia's jealous "Mmph!"
"Huff—ah—" Anna gasped.
"I need—"
"Food?"
"No…" Anna blushed.
"Toilet?"
"Yes…"
"Alright, wait." Isaac untied the ropes linking Anna and Sophia—collars, crotch ropes, and ankles.
Sophia, upset at being ignored, wailed, "Mmph!"
"Keep wailing, and I'll hang and whip you," Isaac said, relishing his dominance.
"Mmph…" Sophia, recalling yesterday's ordeal, quieted.
Isaac carried the blindfolded, lingerie-clad Anna to the bathroom, setting her on the toilet, untying her legs, removing her panties, and unlocking her urination with the master key.
"Um…" Anna blushed harder, hesitating.
"What?"
"Can you… can you…"
"What?"
"Go out…"
"Oh, sure." Isaac turned to leave.
"Wait!" Anna panicked.
"What now?"
"My… rear…" she mumbled.
Isaac understood—she needed to defecate too.
"To prevent escape, I'll tie your feet to the toilet."
"I'll… be good," Anna said.
"Nope." Isaac seized the chance to tease.
"Fine."
Isaac bound Anna's spread legs to the chair-like toilet's feet, unlocked all her chastity belt's excretion ports, and left.
"Mmph!" Hearing Isaac exit, Sophia wailed in protest.
After hearing Sophia's deeds yesterday, Isaac admired this non-evil vampire more—though he now knew how to tease her, thanks to her granting him this "heroic" role. Why waste it?
Isaac pounced onto Sophia's bed, not lewdly, but propped his hands on either side of her face, pinning her, slowly nearing her blindfolded, gagged visage, as if seeing her eyes beneath.
"Mmph?" Sophia, puzzled, sensed no groping but wondered what Little Zack planned.
Yesterday, Sophia's firm tone about never abandoning Silania's Grand Duchess title showed its importance to her family, though unacknowledged by humans. Her kindness, sparing hunters like Anna, convinced Isaac of her claims, including her cherished title. Humans recognized Aradell's Duke, the Theosegu family, as Silania's Grand Duke, but Isaac believed Sophia—the Theosegus were frauds, and the Dominatrixes were the true Grand Duchesses.
"Looks like I bound a princess," Isaac grinned. In Rosenland, Silania's "Grand Duke" was a unique Alamanthi Holy Empire title, below kings but above others. Outside, "Grand Duchies" like Rossia's were "Grand Principalities," with rulers as "Grand Princes." In Alamanthi and western kingdoms like Gulens and Eililand, familiar with the "Rosen Imperial Hierarchy" (Emperor-King-Grand Duke), "Grand Prince" was equated to "Grand Duke." Silania, a "Grand Principality," had rulers titled "Mare Voievod," meaning "Grand Prince" or "Great Lord" in Rosenland's tongue.
Eastern Rosenland nations like Silania, Rossia, ancient Magyer, and eastern Boshika and Lisnia had or have "Grand Princes." Equivalent to kings but not recognized as kingdoms by most Rosenland nations or the Central Church, these states, larger than typical princedoms, were "Grand Principalities." In Western Rosenland—Eililand, Gulens, colonial Sion, city-state Kitalia, and the Alamanthi Empire—"Grand Prince" was obscure, equated to the imperial "Grand Duke." Thus, nations like Ossa, Rurensborg, and Toscani were "Grand Duchies" akin to eastern "Grand Principalities."
So, Sophia, Gulens' "Grand Duchess," was a "Grand Princess." In her core territory, Valhaz, controlling 45% of Silania, she was also "Duchess" and "Princess." Coincidentally, in Rosenland languages, "prince" meant both prince and princess, and "princess" covered wife and consort.
"Mmph?"
Sophia had claimed her family's title, but only Silanian vampires acknowledged her as Grand Duchess. She called herself "Duchess" to emphasize her noble status, sidestepping "Grand Princess" to avoid disputes. Claiming "Princess" invited denial of her Valhazian rule, sparking conflicts, so she dropped it. Yet, the title was her family's pride, tied to Silania's core. Isaac's recognition of it, valuing what she cherished, thrilled her, her heartbeat racing.
"Your Highness, will you forgive this lowly one's rudeness?" Isaac asked gallantly.
"Mmph…" Such flattery, last heard centuries ago, flushed her face.
"You're a princess! Your Highness, everyone knows the Impaler family's tales."
"Mmph?" Sophia knew her family, Dominatrixes, were notorious for their impalement executions.
"Everyone says you're brutal, using such cruel methods, my princess."
"Mmph!" Sophia's wails turned displeased.
"But my princess—" Isaac pivoted, "—when I was young, a Silanian merchant told a story."
"Mmph?"
"At five, the Turuk Empire invaded Silania with a hundred-thousand-strong army, Rosenland's mightiest."
"Mmph…"
"He lived on the border, now called Despair Wastes."
"Mmph…"
"The Turcs looted his fields. His beautiful mother caught their eye. Soldiers bound her and his sister. His father, defending them, was killed."
"Mmph!" Sophia's wails carried rage for her people's suffering.
"They took him to be castrated as a Mamluk slave or a palace guard."
"Mmph!"
"He cried, bound in shackles, watching his mother and sister stripped, praying for an angel—angel, demon, anything—to save them. His father dead, his family violated, his fate sealed."
"Mmph!"
"At his darkest, an angel descended."
"…..."
"With a gesture, she ripped out the Turcs' genitals, blood gushing. Lightning struck, reducing them to ash. The Turcs fled like demons from an angel, abandoning their spoils."
"…..."
"She pursued, and for five days, the sky, earth, and rivers ran red with their screams and blood."
"…..."
"It became Despair Wastes, too cursed for rats, shunned by vampires."
"…..."
"But when the angel visited, the resentful spirits fled. She brought life to the desolation, if only briefly."
"…..."
"I was young, clueless about the story. The merchant said the world slandered her as a butcher, but Despair's survivors knew her as their guardian."
"…..."
"I didn't know who she was then, but now I do. My princess, you're that angel, aren't you?" Isaac smiled.
"Mmph…"
"Traveling with a princess is honor enough. To know she's an angel…"
"Mmph…" Sophia, humbled by praise, lay docile, like a praised child.
"Your Highness, I'll remove your gag. No trouble, okay?"
"Okay." Sophia nodded softly.
Isaac unlocked and removed her gag and blindfold.
"Little Zack, you said many things that pleased this… princess," Sophia said.
"Really, my princess? Want to keep traveling with me?"
"Of course! Let's stick to the plan—go to the camp, make you a hero!"
"What about her?" Isaac nodded toward the bathroom.
Sophia pondered. "I have an idea!"
"Your tricks are endless."
"Tricks?!" Sophia glared. "Call it a sage's strategy!"
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Later…
"Why'd you take so long?" Blindfolded Anna blurted at Isaac's footsteps. Bound to the toilet for an hour, hungry and helpless, she relied on him, yearning for his return.
"Be good," Isaac said, wiping her with a cloth.
Anna blushed, feeling infantilized. Her parents died when she was 14.
"…Okay," she mumbled, head bowed, her flush hidden by the blindfold.
Isaac cleaned her, relocked the belt, and asked, "Still won't stop hunting her?"
"Anything but that…" Anna said, subdued.
"Fine, I won't bind your legs. Come out." He removed her blindfold.
"Okay!" Anna, in panties, followed, her bound arms swaying.
Seeing Sophia bound on the bed, legs sausage-like, blindfold off but regagged with the holy vampire-sealing gag, Anna understood—Isaac wanted no fights. Sophia, compliant after Ivan's nod, accepted the gag docilely.
"Drink this," Ivan said, offering a mug.
Anna hesitated.
"It's her blood, an endurance elixir. Like before, it kept you from breaking under ropes. It boosts strength and recovery."
"This…" Anna distrusted Sophia.
"Trust me?" Ivan asked.
He'd spared her despite opportunities. "Okay…"
"But first, blindfold," Ivan said. Sophia had insisted, for unknown reasons.
"Fine…"
Ivan held the mug. Anna drank, feeling stronger, ropes less painful, but with a strange sensation.
Ivan was clueless about Sophia's plan. She'd claimed it would show kindness to Anna, softening her. Ivan doubted it—Sophia kind? He'd sooner be a dragon-slaying paladin. Anna forgiving Sophia? He'd sooner rule an empire. Yet, he followed through.
Unbeknownst, Sophia added a love potion—Infatuation Elixir—to the endurance elixir. A blood magic master, Sophia could craft immortality or cure-all potions, even love potions for eternal devotion. Magically bound, she could only make unenchanted Infatuation Elixir, causing fleeting hormonal attraction to the first person seen.
Sophia's plan: have Anna look out a window, falling for a random passerby. The elixir's temporary effect wouldn't ruin Anna's life—she'd love a creep briefly, then see their flaws, breaking the spell. Weeks of distraction would keep her away.
Hence the blindfold, lest Anna fixate on Sophia. With her beauty, Sophia (overconfidently) believed Anna would be smitten forever, imagining an 80-year-old Anna cooing "Fifi" to her eternal 28-year-old self—a nauseating thought.
"Anna, as a warrior, enjoy Lionnis' view. This hotel's the city's highest. We bind you to prevent fights with Sophia, not to cage you. The world's yours to see. Willing?"
Anna, thinking Ivan cared (unaware of Sophia's plan), agreed. "I… am." (Ivan hid Sophia's role—Anna would reject anything Sophia suggested, even life-saving advice.)
"But… tied in lingerie by a window's too humiliating… Can I wear my hunter clothes? My bag has two sets…"
"Sure."
"Mmph!" Sophia protested.
"Can… I dress myself? You can rebind me after. I swear on my house… I'll be good…" Anna cringed at "good," blushing.
"Okay." Ivan untied her, leaving the blindfold.
"Can… the blindfold come off?"
"Fine, but don't look at us. Sophia insists, I don't know why."
"Mmph!" Sophia wailed, fearing a plan derailment—potentially lifelong baggage.
Ivan ignored her, removing Anna's blindfold. True to her word, Anna didn't look.
Anna donned her brown hunter jacket, leaving the chest unbuttoned to flaunt her aphrodisiac-enhanced bust, black leggings, a multi-tool belt, and her iconic hat—her pride. She wore boots, embodying a hunter's dignity. If bound, it'd be as a defeated warrior, not in lingerie.
Closing her eyes, she turned. "Bind me."
Ivan stuffed Sophia's saliva-soaked panties back into Anna's mouth, wrapping it with silk. Anna kept her eyes shut, easing Sophia's fears.
Instead of full elbow-binding, Ivan tied Anna's wrists, respecting her human limits. He wrapped her chest above her jacket, securing her upper arms to her sides, not behind. her. A lower chest rope reinforced this, accentuating her bust. A waist rope, Ivan's favorite, cinched her figure and restricted breathing, linked to her arms. Her elbows free, Anna felt grateful. "Mmph!"
A rope circled her hips, with a crotch rope pulled tight through her leggings, pressing her belt and plugs.
"Mmph!" The rope hit her plugged areas, weakening her legs. She collapsed.
Ivan caught her, grabbing her waist. Anna felt humiliated, embraced like a frail woman by a weakling she could trounce.
"Mmph!" Sophia cackled. Anna's pride stung.
"Mmph!" Anna groaned, pained by the crotch rope and embarrassed by the intimacy.
Ivan yanked the crotch rope through her rear, sinking into her leggings, tying it to form a rope thong. He bound her thigh roots and knees with multiple ropes, encasing her flesh like sausages. Vertical ropes between her thighs linked the bands, forming tight leg cuffs. Extra ropes from the thigh band connected to her crotch rope, so leg struggles tugged it, stimulating her belt and plugs. Her legs buckled further. Ivan propped her on a cabinet, knees bent, preserving her hunter dignity.
Ivan admired her—eyes closed, hat tilted, a defiant captured warrior, stirring respect.
He placed a chair by the window, guiding Anna's shaky legs to sit, binding her to it.
Sophia relaxed—neither she nor was Ivan was behind Anna, invisible to her.
"Open your eyes, Anna," Ivan said. She hadn't seen beyond this room in days.
"Don't be mad, my princess," Ivan told the bed-bound Sophia.
"We have 120 gold coins. The obsidian chastity belt for Anna cost 30. I'll buy a carriage with the rest for easier travel. Your Highness can ride comfortably. If Anna won't stop hunting, we'll keep her bound, but at least not while traveling."
Both Anna and Sophia thought Ivan considerate.
"I'll bring food for the ladies."
Ivan opened the door and left.
As Sophia mused about Ivan's food (subpar but better than hunger, especially with her painful plugged bowels), her keen hearing caught no street sounds—only Ivan exiting the apartment.
That meant…
"Mmph!" Sophia screamed, muffled to wails, thrashing on the bed, praying for a miracle.
"Mmph!" Bound, her elbows tied, chest squeezed by holy ropes, crotch rope tormenting her plugged orifices, she writhed in lingerie like a giant worm.
She heard someone exit the apartment, stepping onto the street—the only person outside at this hour, the one who'd see Anna first under the potion's effect.
Sophia let out a child's cry of a stolen toy:
"Mmph!"