Meanwhile…
In a small castle far from Burg Castle, the newborn high vampire Peter Estruch sat on a straw mat in a dungeon, cradling his former professor, Jane Lancaster, who, in heels, towered over him.
Jane's mouth was gagged, her blonde hair a tangled mess, her face streaked with semen. Her gown-like mage robe remained intact but was splattered with semen, evidence of Peter's repeated external releases on her skirt and face.
Her arms were bound behind her in a rear-hand tie. Her silk-sleeved forearms, parallel to her waist, were lashed together, acting like a waist pad, forcing her spine straight. Multiple ropes immobilized her arms completely, a binding method designed to protect human bones, nerves, and blood vessels from long-term damage.
Her chest's twin orbs were tightly bound, causing pain with any movement. Her mermaid-like skirt, wrapped tightly around her thighs, bore X-shaped ropes with knots at sensitive spots, stimulating her groin even through the fabric. The ropes molded her skirt to her hips, thighs, and calves, shaping her lower body like a vase—wide at the top, curving to a narrow "base." Her occasional struggles made her resemble a captured mermaid, though this "mermaid" was further bound by ropes.
The largest knot, where ropes crossed between her thighs, darkened the skirt noticeably. Jane's repeated "caresses" by Peter had drawn love juices, and, unable to relieve herself for a day, she'd wet herself under his touch. The noble earl's daughter, a magical prodigy, and the youngest full professor in three centuries had urinated in her elegant gown before her former student—a humiliating, heart-wrenching ordeal.
The sensual Jane, bound like a mermaid, lay across Peter's lap on the straw. He obsessively stroked her exquisite body—her hips, thighs, and the rope-bound orbs of her chest, each feature that of a top-tier beauty. As a human, Peter had lusted to grope Professor Lancaster; now, as a vampire needing neither food nor sleep, he'd toyed with her vase-like figure for a full day. Starting at her neck, his hands roamed to her soft, rope-bound chest, kneading and slapping the orbs through her neckline.
"Mmph!" Jane wailed through her gag.
Tormenting his teacher thrilled Peter. He molded her breasts into various shapes before sliding a hand to her perfect rear, pinching and spanking its elastic flesh. His other hand explored her skirt-bound thighs, lingering on the wet knot, pressing it hard.
"Mmph!" Jane, shamed by her student's violation of her sensitive areas, squirmed.
Slap! Peter spanked her rear.
"Mmph!" Jane whimpered in pain, unaccustomed to such abuse as an earl's daughter.
"Professor Lancaster, I so want to fuck you. Too bad you cast that Chastity Spell before being bound, huh?"
The Chastity Spell, a female mage's protective barrier, created an unbreakable magical shield over her most vulnerable orifice. Its small area allowed immense strength and duration. Jane's last-second spell would hold for at least a week, impervious to Peter or his master. Unhurried to breach her "cave," Peter had instead used her skirt for multiple self-satisfactions.
"Vampire stamina's great—endless shots," Peter grinned, tossing Jane onto the straw and exposing himself again.
"Mmph!" Jane screamed.
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The next day, far from Lionnis.
A man in heroic attire, draped in a cloak, drove a carriage pulled by two horses. Beside it trotted a chestnut steed.
Unknown to onlookers, the carriage held two bound beauties facing each other.
One, a red-haired witch hunter in a silver chainmail skirt and high hat, sat opposite a woman in a latex schoolgirl-style outfit, thigh-high heeled boots, and a noble cloak. Anna's hunter coat concealed her bindings, her empty sleeves masking her tied arms. Sophia's Bloodwing cloak enveloped her completely.
Sophia's gag held Anna's panties, wrapped with Anna's odorous stockings to catch drool. Anna's gag contained Sophia's panties, bound with Sophia's fragrant stockings.
"Mmph!" Sophia glared, launching a "mmph" offensive.
"Mmph!" Anna countered with defensive grunts.
"Mmph!"
"Mmph!"
This "mmph war" was Sophia's bored invention. Both women, plugged anally, sat in ways that pressed their crotch ropes deeper into their bowels with each jolt. Every road bump felt like a fist driving the plugs inward, agonizing their rears. The ropes also teased their front gardens—Anna's, though not holy like Sophia's vampire-restraining ropes, pressed against her chastity belt's plug, matching Sophia's torment.
Sophia suffered more. Anna had shamefully relieved herself that morning under Isaac's gaze, but Sophia's plugs were permanent. She'd endured bowel and bladder pain for three days.
The "mmph war" distracted them from their agony.
"We're nearing the camp. I need to hide Anna," Isaac said, opening the carriage door to the warring women.
"Mmph!" Anna thrashed, seeming to want to speak.
Isaac removed her gag.
"Mmph!" Sophia protested.
"Can you untie me?" Anna asked.
"No way. If you tell the soldiers I'm with Sophia, we're done."
"I won't. The obsidian chastity belt's key is unique. With the original destroyed, only your master key works. I'd die holding it in if I don't cooperate. I'll play along."
"Play along?" Isaac frowned.
"Mmph!" Sophia shook her head, preferring Anna's suffering.
Isaac weighed it. "Swear on your house you'll let us complete our plan?"
"I swear on Belmont, as long as the vampire does no evil before reaching Master Clement, I'll cooperate."
"Alright, I'll untie you." Isaac began.
"Mmph!" Sophia glared, fuming.
Despite Sophia's wails, Isaac freed Anna.
"Finally… I can move," Anna stretched, smirking at Sophia's rage, jealousy, and shame.
"Belmont eight, Dominatrix six!" Anna recalled their score.
"Mmph!" Sophia thrashed like a madwoman, enraged.
"Mad already? Weak mentality. Nine-six," Anna teased, mimicking Sophia's charm.
"Mmph!"
"Mmph!"
Anna blew Sophia a kiss before stepping off.
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Later…
"Who's there!" Camp guards leveled spears at Isaac's carriage and Anna on her steed, Swiftshadow.
"I'm Isaac Rickwell of the Bourbon Legion!"
"Bourbon? Weren't they wiped out fighting the vampire?"
"Yes, I was the last standing. I defeated and captured her, fulfilling Master Clement's mission."
"Captured a vampire? Impossible!"
"Listen, you know the scouts reported missing vampire-binding gear?" Anna interjected, leveraging her investigation.
"Yes, people thought a hero defeated her."
"That was Mr. Isaac. He captured her alive."
"Who are you?" the soldiers asked.
"Don't recognize this hat?" Anna pointed.
"Idiot, she's a witch hunter!" a sergeant scolded.
"I'm Anna Belmont of Florenca, testifying Isaac captured the vampire."
"The last Belmont?" The name echoed across the continent.
"I'll notify the general," the sergeant said.
"No problem," Isaac replied.
Soon, Captain Valonfuss and the sergeant approached. "You're Isaac Rickwell of Bourbon and Lady Anna Belmont?"
"Yes, my rank badge." Isaac handed it over.
"Just a soldier?" Valonfuss puzzled.
"Yes, I got lucky capturing her."
"Clement's orders were secret. How'd a soldier know?"
"Master Gail, dying, told me to finish the mission," Isaac improvised.
"Really? The vampire's in the carriage?" Valonfuss eyed it.
"Yes, please inspect!" Isaac led him to the rear, opening the door.
Isaac's heart raced. Reckless Sophia better not mess up.
But serious Sophia was steady, her ears attuned to the outside. As the door opened, she thrashed.
"Mmph!" She feigned fear.
Isaac relaxed—800 years honed her acting.
"She's under the cloak?" Valonfuss asked.
"Careful, she's cunning!" Isaac stepped in, lifting the Bloodwing, revealing Sophia's holy ropes.
"Those are the ropes I saw before parting with Master Gail's army, but how's she a vampire, not a civilian?" Valonfuss wasn't fooled.
"Mmph!" Sophia's mouth writhed, signaling Isaac.
"I'll remove her gag to show her true face, but be cautious—she's dangerous."
"Go ahead," Valonfuss said.
Isaac lifted the Bloodwing, hiding Sophia's mouth, and stealthily used the master key, which morphed unseen. Behind the cloak, he removed Anna's saliva-soaked panties. Opening the gag, Sophia bared her fangs. Isaac, acting startled, stumbled back, exposing her fangs to Valonfuss.
"What—"
"Raaar!" Sophia opened her jaw 140 degrees, impossible for humans, revealing six-centimeter fangs.
"Argh!" Bound-legged, she lunged at Valonfuss with top-tier agility. He collapsed, terrified. Anna, whether acting or instinct, kicked Sophia's face.
Bang! Sophia flew back. Isaac pounced, regagging her.
"Mmph!" Sophia glared at Anna, acting or not.
"That was close. Even I, with Isaac's restraint, might not block her next attack," Anna feigned shock.
"Even the vampire butcher struggles…" Valonfuss sweated.
"Captain, she's tricky. I'm experienced handling her. Leave her to me," Isaac said, holding the "glaring" Sophia.
"Fine, but—" Valonfuss paused. "Why are her legs bound with regular ropes? We checked the gear before parting with Gail's army—there were enough holy ropes. Despite her holy shackles, that was dangerous. Without you two, I'd be dead." He shuddered at her leg strength.
"Well…" Isaac hesitated, knowing holy ropes were permanent.
"No issue. Isaac's used to it, but regular hemp's risky for others. Holy ropes ensure safety," Anna piled on.
Sophia glared murderously. "Mmph?"
"She's ferocious. Blindfold her too," Anna added.
"Mmph!"
As Isaac wavered, Anna grabbed the red restraint bag.
"Here, Mr. Isaac," she said.
"For your safety, I'll bind her legs with holy ropes," Isaac relented.
"Mmph!" Sophia panicked.
"Wait, Mr. Isaac, why only one plug? Weren't there three?" Anna asked coyly.
"The other two prevent her from soiling herself."
"Plug this one too!" Valonfuss, no innocent, held a grudge from her lunge.
"Well… alright, but Captain, step out. We don't know what'll happen. Stay clear—she might wreck the carriage," Isaac said.
"Fine." Valonfuss closed the door, retreating.
"Anna, you—" Isaac handed her the plug, wary of Sophia's wrath.
"No problem." Anna took it. Isaac turned, eyes closed.
"Mmph?!" Sophia's face drained. Her bowels and bladder, strained for days, would've killed a human. The electrified chili-like pain from her plugged orifices warned her what a 30-centimeter barbed plug in her front would do.
"Mmph!" She thrashed, her Bloodwing wrapping her. Anna yanked it open.
"Mmph!" Sophia glanced at Isaac, who faced away, eyes shut.
"Mmph!" Anna pulled aside Sophia's latex outfit and panties, yanking the crotch rope, jostling the rear plug.
"Mmph!" The plugs' grooved tails anchored the rope, transmitting vibrations to her barbed, holy insides.
"Mmph!" Tears streamed, but the show began.
Anna rammed the plug into Sophia's most precious orifice.
"Mmph—!" Like electrified chili, it seared her sensitive passage. Anna shoved it to her womb, barbs extending, locking it in.
"Mmph!" Sophia's eyes rolled back, tears gushing, her face broken.
Anna secured the crotch rope in the plug's groove, amplifying the torment.
"Mmph!" Sophia's tearful eyes fixed skyward.
Anna patted Isaac's shoulder. "Done." She grinned—her plugs, though invasive, lacked this holy sting.
"Mmph!" Sophia moaned, near unconscious.
Isaac turned, feigning ignorance at Sophia's state. Her legs shackled, he used the command "cock stride," shortening the chain to 10 centimeters. He unbound her hemp leg ropes, unnoticed by the climaxing Sophia, and began binding her thighs with silver-blue holy ropes. Above her boots, he wrapped multiple loops at her thigh roots and above her knees, tightening a central loop to merge them, fusing her boots to her thighs. Unaware, Sophia moaned.
Isaac added a mid-thigh rope, the three dense bands elongating her 1.8-meter legs, carving them into gourd-like segments, the ropes biting her flesh through her leggings, causing agony.
He linked a rope from her crotch to the thigh-root knot, flipping her to repeat it on her rear crotch rope. He tied the thigh-root knot to the mid-thigh and knee knots, ensuring leg movement tortured her plugged groin.
"Mmph!" Sophia wailed, tears flowing. Isaac sighed at her pitiful state, binding her calves with three holy ropes—below her knees, above her shackles, and between.
Like her thighs, he linked the calf ropes vertically to her ankle knot, ensuring foot movement pulled her crotch rope, driving her wild.
Isaac unlocked her gag with the master key, leaving it latched but manipulable by hand, a precaution for Sophia's sonic scream if foes unwisely removed it.
"Sophia, Sophia."
"Mmph!" Still climaxing, she'd have flooded the floor without the plug.
"Your Highness, Princess!" Isaac shook her, rousing her slightly.
"Mmph?" She shook her head, tears streaming.
Isaac wiped her face with his shirt. "Better, my princess? We keep acting."
"Mmph…" Sophia glared at Anna, who made a face, whispering, "Belmont ten, Dominatrix six."
"Mmph!" Sophia's hateful stare shifted to Isaac. Pained but compliant, she nodded.
"Captain, we're done, but she's radiating lust and darkness. Best keep distance," Isaac called, poking his head out.
"No issue. I found Master Gail's holy chest, meant for her capture. Only I have the key, and it can withstand a pinnacle spell. It's safe," Valonfuss said, pointing to a sandalwood chest reinforced with silver.
"Well…" Isaac hesitated.
"No problem. We're out of holy ropes. Add a hemp one," Anna said.
"What?" Isaac frowned.
Anna approached Sophia, who glared venomously, kicking her to the floor. She tied a hemp rope to Sophia's holy ankle ropes.
"Mmph?" Sophia, confused, reeled from the kick.
Anna kicked again, flipping her face-down.
Hogtie? Sophia thought.
Not fully hogtying, Anna bent Sophia's legs, tying them to her crotch rope, ensuring any movement was torturous.
"Mmph!" Sophia glared.
"Belmont eleven, Dominatrix six!" Anna smirked.
"Mmph!" Sophia tried to protest, muffled.
Isaac carried her out, placing her in the chest.
"Mmph!"
"Bear it, my princess," Isaac whispered, vampire-audible.
"Mmph!" The chest slammed shut.