Exhausted from her magical clash, Sophia succumbed to sleep despite the ropes' searing pain and relentless stimulation, her body still slick with arousal. Meanwhile, at the inn, Isaac heard the deafening explosion. He instantly knew it was Sophia's doing—who else could unleash such a spectacle in this obscure town? He hesitated to investigate, but his knightly oath to her compelled him. Raised on bards' tales of chivalry, his childhood dreams of heroism, despite his greedy, lustful, and cowardly nature, drove him to act.
Isaac reached the explosion site, where townsfolk, militia, and officials had gathered. The blast, a byproduct of magical conflict rather than a destructive spell, caused no harm, but its thunderous roar had roused the town. Unfamiliar with mages, the crowd inspected the scene. Isaac's gaze drifted to a tree root, where an odd, grass-like mass caught his eye. Within it, he glimpsed a sleeping, beautiful face—Sophia von Dominax, his mistress. Her furrowed brow betrayed discomfort. Unbeknownst to Isaac, she slept in a forced, elbow-bound, chest-thrust pose, tormented by chili-and-electric-like pain and ceaseless arousal.
Sophia's unease seeped into her dreams. In her nightmare, she was naked, bound tightly in her castle, Dominax Fortress, within the human slave pens. Crotch ropes "guarded" her lower orifices, where two high-frequency vibrators, crafted from the same electrified, chili-infused material, assaulted her forbidden zones. She moaned in pain, muffled by a massive object in her mouth—a half-ogre, half-beastman organ filling her throat, choking her with its vile taste. As a royal vampire, she couldn't bite through it, forced to endure.
She tried to stand but couldn't. Her legs were bound with glowing, holy ropes, her calves folded and tied to her thighs, linked to the crotch rope in a hogtie. Stretching her legs tugged the rope, stimulating her, prompting more struggles, and trapping her in an endless cycle. "Mmm-mmm-mmm!" she groaned, her only action besides futile writhing. Her fading consciousness registered the slave pen, but only she was bound like a trussed bitch, gawked at by human slaves. Shame consumed her.
"Mmm-mmm-mmm!" she cried as the cell door opened, revealing Isaac. "Greetings, my lady," he said.
"Mmm-mmm-mmm!" Sophia begged for rescue.
"Seeking pleasure? Naughty. You've only been bound for thirty-nine hours—eleven more before I indulge you."
What? How dare he? I'll— The vibrators' intensity shattered her thoughts. "Mmm-mmm-mmm!" Pleasure and pain brought tears.
"You've caused a scene, my lady. The other beasts are staring, eager to mate with you, vampire sow," Isaac said with a cryptic expression.
"Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm!" Her magic and bloodline abilities were gone, her senses reduced to human levels. Why? "Mmm-mmm-mmm!"
"Disobedient, always moaning. You need punishment."
Punishment? Isaac kicked her, flipping her chest-up. Drawing Moonshine, he morphed it into a whip, lashing her body, targeting her groin and chest. "Mmm-mmm-ah!" she screamed, tears streaming. The shame of crying before a human, her naked body exposed, and this violation crushed her. Struggling intensified the crotch rope, plunging her into an escalating cycle of agony and ecstasy. Despair overwhelmed her.
"No!!!" Sophia awoke, her desperate roar unleashing a supersonic blast, like a bat's but far stronger. It hurled Isaac, who'd been inching toward touching her through Bloodwing, four meters away.
I'm doomed! She read my lustful thoughts! Isaac panicked.
Relieved it was a dream, Sophia cherished the timid Isaac before her. Her legs had regained sensation, and dawn had broken. But her arms, bound all night, were numb with pain, and her lower body was soaked. "Ah…" The crotch rope's stimulation hit, eliciting a soft moan. She glanced nervously at Isaac, engrossed in his fear of death, missing her sound.
Enduring the sensations, she stood, Bloodwing shielding her nakedness from Isaac. With a teasing smirk, she said, "Come here. I won't kill you."
Safe? Thank gods, Isaac thought, regaining composure. Approaching, he noticed Sophia seemed shorter—without heels, her 180-centimeter frame, still taller than his 174 centimeters, was her true height.
"I removed these last night," she said. Bloodwing cautiously extended the gag and shackles, guarding her modesty. Isaac took them, thinking, Even these couldn't hold her… She read that, didn't she?
Unaware of his mental spiral—her mind-reading blocked by the collar—Sophia snapped, "Listen!" Isaac flinched, assuming his thoughts were exposed.
"I'm starving," she said. Last night's magic drain and explosion left her desperate for energy. Though she could forgo food, eating was the fastest way to recover, a perk of her unique vampire-human hybridity. Isaac, misinterpreting, thought, She'll eat me!
"Hey, why are you sweating?" Sophia snapped, noticing his distraction.
"N-no, what do you want to eat?" Isaac's sweat intensified.
"Let's find something in town!" She smiled, turning toward Windleaf Town. A step later, "Ah!" she moaned, unaccustomed to the bare crotch rope without clothing. Her legs buckled, and she knelt.
"You okay?" Isaac asked, catching the moan.
"Haha, fine!" she lied, struggling against the sensations. Diverting focus from her groin shifted it to her rope-bound, unprotected chest, equally tormenting. "I slept uncomfortably last night," she said, her tone turning stern. "Carry me to town. No groping, or I'll kill you."
Normally, she'd tease, even enjoy light touches, like when she let Garth whip her chest. But now, any contact risked an uncontrollable moan, shattering her regal image. "Y-yes, my lady!" Isaac princess-carried her through Bloodwing. Despite restraint, holding her curvaceous form aroused him, his erection brushing her hair.
Her acute hearing, capable of imaging within three meters (or farther forward) even without ultrasound, detected it. "Seeing" his arousal through his thin trousers, she stifled a laugh. Isaac, unathletic, gasped after 200 meters, with a kilometer to go. Fearing her wrath, he endured, carrying her to town.
"This will draw attention," Isaac warned, a servant carrying his lady scandalous.
"Set me down," Sophia said. Adapted to the stimulation, she moved, though slower than with shackles, Bloodwing hiding her nudity.
At a tavern, Sophia ordered all the meat, costing Isaac two gold coins. "Feed me," she commanded.
"What? Yes, my lady." Exhausted from his trek and carrying her, heartbroken over spending his coin, and hungry, Isaac complied. Sophia, fed only by her mother until her disappearance, found it amusing yet humiliating to rely on a "beast" for feeding, like a pet.
Food was priority. Starved for two days, her stomach was empty. As a high vampire, she could manipulate her organs—legends of staked vampires surviving by shifting their hearts applied to her kind. She expanded her stomach, aided by acidic blood for rapid digestion, maintaining her flat abdomen, ever-conscious of her figure.
"Ahh~" she opened her sensual mouth. Isaac forked in meat.
"Disgusting," she complained. Compared to her fortress's slave chefs, this was swill. To poor Isaac, it was a rare treat. "Shall I take it—" "No, I eat first," she cut him off. He fed her more, her appetite endless, crushing his hopes of eating. After two hours, she devoured all the meat and bread, her stomach unbloated.
Isaac, famished, nibbled extorted inn rations—vile, as expected. "Oh no!" Sophia exclaimed, lounging sated.
Too weak to react, Isaac ignored her. "Zack, listen!" she said, her stunning eyes nearing his face. "I forgot Bloodheart and Evelyn!" Besides Moonshine, she carried Evelyn, a flintlock pistol, and Bloodheart, a dagger, lost when her clothes were destroyed. She'd retrieved the gag and shackles but forgot her cherished weapons. "That dagger was Vlad's gift!"
"Who's Vlad?" Isaac asked.
She glared, her eyes flashing red, buckling his knees. "Y-your weapons, in the crater? It's crowded—someone took them."
"Easy." Sophia stood, spun 360 degrees, and mouthed silently. "Found them!" Her ultrasonic radar pinpointed their echoes. Isaac followed as she periodically scanned, homing in. At a tavern, she scanned again, nearly sparking a brawl with her rude gesture, but located the thief.
They sat beside him. "Those are mine," Sophia said bluntly.
The thief, stunned she knew he'd found them at the crater, played dumb. "Lady?"
"Don't play coy. You took my gun and dagger at the blast site," she said, her eyes turning vampire-red, a sign of Soul Mastery without the collar.
"Y-yes…" Her inhuman gaze broke him. "But you can't prove they're yours. Buy them."
"You dare make demands?" No one dictated to her.
The thief froze, speechless. Isaac, fearing a massacre, intervened. "We have money! How much?"
"Ten gold coins!" the thief shouted, relieved.
"Deal!" Sophia, weakened, avoided conflict. She reached for her purse, then remembered her bound hands and that she'd spent everything on goblin goods. "You, pay!" she ordered Isaac.
"I scavenged five gold coins, had six silvers, spent two on food—I'm broke. You… know," Isaac said, forgetting her mind-reading was blocked.
Knowing his honesty from past readings, she trusted him. "Fine. Trade my enchanted gold earrings, my mother's heirlooms, 900 years old, worth thousands. I'm lending them. Damage or lose them, and I'll rip out your heart." Her red eyes terrified both men.
The thief, avoiding her gaze, appraised the earrings—authentic, ancient, and magical. Only an extraordinary noble could own such. "Your mother's?" Isaac softened, assuming her mother long dead. "Sir, take my silver ring, my mother's elven heirloom, worth twenty coins."
He's sacrificing for me? Sophia was touched. The thief, confirming the ring's value, traded. Outside, Sophia teased, "Zack, such a gentleman."
She handed him Bloodheart and Evelyn through Bloodwing's slit, guarding her nudity. Bloodheart, a gold-inlaid, red-handled dagger with a ruby pommel, and Evelyn, a gothic red-yellow flintlock, exuded nobility. "You bought them, keep them with the sword. If injured, stab someone with the dagger to heal."
Bloodheart, a vampire artifact, siphoned blood to heal its wielder, even humans, though less effectively. "Stab me if needed~ Anywhere~" she teased, winking.
Isaac blushed, taking the weapons, and walked ahead silently. The ordeal bonded them; he no longer feared death. "To the encampment, my lady?"
"No, we need something first." Sophia realized her legs needed binding to avoid suspicion at the camp, but that risked total vulnerability. Severing limbs for escape, with the collar slowing regeneration, was unfeasible. A vampire's soul resided in their heart (hers beat, uniquely), so decapitation wouldn't remove the collar. Total body destruction could shift her soul to her head, regrowing her body in a week—too long in crisis. As a Daywalker, she dreaded pain outside battle's thrill, fearing even insect bites, let alone dismemberment. Bound and magic-less, she couldn't cut herself anyway.
With free legs, her 80% ogre-like strength and top-tier combat skills sufficed against humans. At the camp, shackled legs required a solution. Another Supreme Unpuzzle risked explosion unless she drained dozens for a sustained field to counter the collar and shackles' resistance. "Zack, ever heard of a universal key?" she asked, leaning close, her bound arms bending.
"A myth! Does it exist?"
"Of course, and there's more than one."
"You mean?"
"I hid one in a cave in northern Qitalia 400 years ago, to see if adventurers could find it," she said, grinning. Qitalia, a southern Rosenland peninsula like Grance, comprised city-states, once unified as the Rolsen Empire, its capital Rolsen City inspiring the continent's name.
"How do you know it's still there?"
"A guess~" She winked.
"To Qitalia? That's far…"
"Three days by carriage."
"Carriage? That's two gold coins!" Isaac balked.
"You have three," she smirked, cornering him.
Reluctantly, Isaac spent two gold and five silver coins for a merchant caravan to Qitalia. Half a day later, at midnight, the caravan stopped to rest. Sophia found shade to sleep. An arrow struck a guard's head, killing him instantly.
"Bandits!" the merchants cried, arming themselves. Isaac cowered behind Sophia.
"Zack, so timid," she teased.
Clashing blades fell silent. The caravan leader's head rolled toward them. "Everyone, you're our captives!" a bandit roared.
"Lady Dominax, what do we do?" Isaac stammered.
"We're captives, silly," she said, winking. "Let's go."
Isaac followed her into the darkness. The merchants were bound, blindfolded, and gagged. Three women and the leader's daughter, Vivian, were hogtied with crotch ropes for the bandits' pleasure. Their fate—slavery in Esta's pirate or chieftain markets—was clear, especially for the women.
Sophia and Isaac approached last. A bandit pinched her chin. "A stunning finale, prettier than the others. We'll bind her tight."
"Oh, please, tie me hogtied like them and hang me up~" Sophia purred, winking. Though never bound thus outside dreams, 800 years of blood-memories taught her such bindings' nature.
"Haha, feisty! I like it!" The bandit groped her chest through Bloodwing. Her expression darkened, her red eyes unseen. He turned to his men, oblivious to his doom. "Ropes! Bind her!"
"Wait, a whisper for you," Sophia said icily.
"Sweet nothings? Go on," he grinned, leaning close, missing her lethal gaze.
"Hell's saving you a seat." Her fangs extended, sinking into his neck. In a second, he was a husk. Using his blood, she crafted a collar-suppressing field, conjuring a leather bodysuit, thigh-high heeled boots, and elbow-length gloves, restoring her queenly aura.
"Finally clothed," she huffed.
A bandit charged with a knife. Thud! Her high-heeled kick, ogre-strong, pierced his chest, the heel's pressure shredding him. The kick tightened the crotch rope, but the suit dulled it. She paused, legs clamped, for seconds.
"Oops, too hard. Can't drink that—only fresh blood," she said, shaking her leg. "Shouldn't abuse animals." To her, humans were livestock.
The bandits, realizing her nature, rushed her. With inhuman agility, despite her bindings, she spun to one, biting his neck, draining him. Another dash overwhelmed her with stimulation, fluids leaking, and she fell. A bandit's knife struck, caught by Bloodwing, now unhindered, which strangled him. Sophia bit his neck.
The rest fled, recognizing the monster. "Only three? This field lasts ten minutes," she said, Bloodwing wiping her lips like a napkin. "Should I break my no-chasing-animals rule?"
An idea struck. With the field fading, she transferred excess magic to Bloodwing, a magical artifact immune to the collar's suppression. She also infused Bloodheart's ruby pommel, a dual-purpose dagger and magical conduit, storing a grand mage's worth of mana. The field collapsed, stripping her powers, but the bandits were gone, and safety returned.
"Go play hero," she told the stunned Isaac.
Snapping to, he freed the blindfolded captives, claiming credit. A hero, he comforted the weeping Vivian, her father dead, reveling in her gratitude.
Though suppressed again, Sophia's stamina and Bloodwing's strength had grown. She devised a faster route to Qitalia. The next morning, as the caravan debated retreating without guards, Sophia "forced" Isaac to bid farewell to his adoring ladies.
"No carriage, my lady?" he asked, reluctant.
"I have a better plan," she said, eyeing his confusion. "No groping or lewd thoughts."
Isaac, lustful as ever, struggled with the latter. "Come here. I'll carry you," she said.
He realized she meant to bear him to Qitalia, faster than a carriage. With bound hands, she couldn't carry him normally—she'd have him straddle her neck. "Listen," she said, her eyes flashing red, exuding terror. "This is for speed. Normally, no one stands above me. This is an honor." Isaac trembled. "After, I'll erase your memory. This never happened."
He nodded frantically, drenched in sweat. "Get on!" she barked. He nearly fell, scrambling to mount her shoulders, careful not to touch inappropriately. His arousal brushed her hair, enraging her. "You bastard!" She flung him off.
"Ow!" he yelped.
"Typical man. Hold on," she growled, crouching again. He climbed on, clutching his groin to avoid contact. Sophia sprinted like a steed, slower than her uncollared cheetah-speed but swift. Fearing a fall, Isaac grabbed her head, then froze, expecting death.
Sophia, musing that she'd never allow such indignity normally, blushed at the thought of being a human's mount but dismissed it. Isaac, imagining whipping her like a mare, paled, recalling her mind-reading—though it was blocked.
The crotch rope's friction overwhelmed her, but Bloodwing's stored energy let her leap three stories high, its enlarged, bat-like wings soaring. Collared, she flew slower than an eagle, not her dragon-like Mach speed, but faster than horses. Mountains vanished below.
"First flight, Zack?"
"It's beautiful," he gasped.
"Watch this." Spotting their destination, she dove into a forest, weaving low through trees. Isaac panicked as collisions loomed, but she dodged effortlessly, relishing the thrill. Her vision saw infrared, and she could use echolocation, but danger was her fun. Normally, she'd crash into obstacles for excitement, her supersonic Bloodwing shattering them. She'd never needed to avoid anything.
Until now. Turning to Isaac, she boasted, "Zack, name a trick—"
Thwip! For the first time, she crashed, unyielding. Isaac flew off, face-planting. Sophia's experience told her she was stuck in a spiderweb.
Damn that human! I shouldn't have shown off! He distracted me! This is his fault!