The Tight Bondage Adventures of Duchess Dominax Part 1 of 2

"So, madam, next—" "Wait!" Sophia interrupted Isaac, barely suppressing a moan. She realized the ropes had a specific restraining effect on vampires, significantly weakening the strength in her bound limbs to human levels. Clearly, she couldn't break free with brute force now. She even doubted she could break free if her strength wasn't weakened, given the material seemed similar to Moonpetal. Isaac was contemplating how to bind her legs next, but Sophia grasped the gravity of the situation. She had played with fire this time. If she couldn't escape, it meant she had to rely entirely on this human. How could she entrust her fate to an animal? "Wait, you don't have a horse. If you bind my lower body too, you won't be able to carry me," Sophia blurted out, grasping for any excuse. She couldn't possibly admit she was trapped. Who knew what terrible things this human might do to her? "Yes, so we won't bind your legs?" "No, I still want to be like a captive. Put shackles on me!" "Yes!" Isaac then retrieved a matching pair of shackles and chains that emitted a silvery-blue glow and fastened them onto Sophia's feet. Like the ropes, the shackles sent an electric jolt of paralysis through Sophia. For an ordinary vampire, their feet would likely have been burned off. The shackles also reduced Sophia's leg strength to human levels. Sophia, unaccustomed to such a drastic loss of power, stumbled and collapsed onto the ground. "Domina, are you alright?" Isaac, unsure of what had happened, was terrified. "I'm fine. I feel more like a captive this way. I want to practice..." Sophia quickly stood up with her unaccustomed, weak strength, pretending nothing was wrong. "That's good, madam. This book says we must wear the collar, or we will all die. So—" "Of course, put it on," Sophia now understood the seriousness of the situation. This collar clearly restricted vampire bloodline abilities and, at a glance, looked like it would also disable magic upon being worn. But to avoid arousing suspicion, she had to agree. Isaac then placed the collar, radiating a sacred, silvery-blue light, around Sophia's neck. Once fastened, the entire collar magically sealed into a single, unbroken ring of metal, with no visible opening or apparent way to remove it. Sophia discovered she could no longer sense her Bloodwings or manipulate the Moonpetal. As expected, was this collar a magic-nullifying collar? "Um, please put my cloak on me." "Yes, my lady!" Isaac draped the Bloodwings over Sophia. The moment they made contact with her body, she could sense them again. Now her Bloodwings were functional again. It seemed the collar only suppressed energy, not eliminated it. Without Isaac's help, the Bloodwings quickly reconnected to Sophia's body. The cloak concealed her bound form, revealing only a sliver of the collar, easily mistaken for a necklace. No one could tell she was a bound woman. Who would guess the body beneath the cloak was tightly restrained by ropes? "Um, madam..." "What?" Sophia was astonished to find she couldn't read his thoughts. This collar was truly potent. Sophia's mind-reading ability was a bloodline power, not magic! This collar not only nullified magic but also suppressed vampire bloodline abilities? Now she was truly reliant on this human before her. Was this what an adventure entailed? "Um, do you need a gag ball?" "Wait, bring me a mirror. There's a package in the cave in front of you, it has a vanity mirror inside." Sophia hadn't forgotten her original purpose for coming here: to buy things girls liked. Isaac took some time and finally retrieved the package Sophia had bought from the goblins. It contained various undergarments and a vanity mirror. He took out the mirror, and the Bloodwings binding Sophia's body automatically opened. Sophia looked at herself in the mirror. Bound by the ropes, she looked even more alluring. "Um, it will take us a while to reach the nearest military camp, right?" She recalled the thoughts she had read from Master Gale. "Yes, it will take several days on foot." Sophia wanted to see if she could untie the ropes once they reached their destination. "Try to untie these ropes," she said provocatively to Isaac. Isaac attempted to untie the ropes on her wrists, but as soon as he tried, he was repelled by a powerful electric shock.

Sophia, having finally regained some strength and energy, surveyed her surroundings. It was a typical vampire slave pen. A massive, dim chandelier hung from the ceiling of the cavernous room. The space was divided into several sections by waist-high, pigsty-like fences. Each section's floor was covered with straw for warmth and sleeping. Each section was a cell, holding one or more humans, all completely naked. If male, the vast majority were confined in a single enclosure, their necks fitted with collars attached to leashes, tethering them like dogs. This prevented escape, even with the low fences. The sole exception was a single enclosure containing one man with brown hair and a full beard, his body covered in what appeared to be fresh wounds. His mouth was gagged with a filthy rag, and his hands were bound and suspended in the air by a set of handcuffs. From a distance, he seemed to have been hanging there for days, his suspended hands appearing necrotic. Beneath him lay a mess of his own excrement. This was Baron Burg, missing for the past few days. If female, they were afforded individual pigsties. One woman was placed on her straw mat by a four-horse hitch. Another was tied to a wooden post within her enclosure. Both women were gagged with filthy rags, occasionally emitting muffled cries for help. Two women were particularly noteworthy. One was covered head to toe in white semen and urine, her body inscribed with countless words: "meat toilet," "meat slave," "Peter's carnal tutor," and similar phrases. This was the captured Jane Lancaster. Her robes were long gone, leaving her naked. A burlap sack covered her head, clearly muffling her mouth, as continuous "woo woo woo" sobs emanated from within. Her legs were bound together tightly, and her hands were hogtied to her legs, securing her arms and thighs against her torso in front, like a trussed pig. She lay on her side on the straw mat, tears seeping from the sack over her head. The other woman was far more elegant, the only clothed human present. With golden-brown hair, she wore a green, elegant noble gown that enveloped her entire body, featuring relatively voluminous cuffs and a white, mock-turtle neckline. Her hands were secured behind her back by a single, ornate, square gauntlet. The gauntlet was square, not forcing her hands straight, but folding them, locking her forearms and upper arms together, forming a U-shape behind her, encased in a square leather sheath. Faintly visible beneath the hem of her gown were shackles above her high heels. Restrained, she appeared to be in her mid-thirties, but was well-preserved. A small, red, exquisite ball gag filled her mouth. Her hair was neatly pulled back into a large, spherical bun at the nape of her head. Two strands of golden-brown hair, parted unevenly, fell along her face on either side, reaching her chin and the bridge of her nose. Her face was unlined. Her eyes were tightly shut, her expression a mixture of shame and disdain, as she sat on the only noble chair in the slave pen, as regally as a noblewoman. Seated, she appeared to be about 1.72 meters tall. The gauntlet restraining her was not tight, seemingly serving only as a symbol of her status as a trophy. The shoulder straps of the gauntlet rested directly on her shoulders, inside the voluminous cuffs of her noble gown, securing the gauntlet. Inside the square gauntlet, her hands were cuffed behind her back. Within the gauntlet, her hands were twisted behind her, upper arms pressed against her sides, forearms and upper arms folded at a 90-degree angle, her arms crossed at her waist, forming a U-shape behind her. "Sophie, Sophie, don't be afraid. This is for the beasts. You'll have a better place. I'm just introducing you to your sister, Lynn of Burg, my wife. You'll call my first wife 'sister' from now on." "Woo woo woo!" The suspended Baron cried out. The vampire threw a black magic orb at him, and he quickly quieted. Clearly, Lynn of Burg was the Baroness Burg who had been abducted ten years prior. "Woo woo!" Despite not wanting to watch, the Baroness let out a mournful whimper upon hearing her husband's torment. "My dear Lynn, you should tell your dear ex-husband not to cross me. It's better for you, and for me." Lynn remained seated on the noble chair, her eyes closed, offering no response to Fidel. "Alright, Sophie, it's time to take you to your quarters."

"Oh? It's already midnight, and Lady Lancis is here just to see the female vampire?" In the dungeon, the mage in charge of guarding it was confused as to why Jane had come so late at night to ask to see the vampire. "What, as a high-ranking mage, don't I have the right to study female vampires?" Jane was still wearing the pink gown from the previous ball, having not changed clothes, as if she had just returned from it. "This, Master Clement has ordered that no one is allowed to approach the female vampire without restrictions, unless he gives the command." "Oh? Is that what he said?" The clever Jane revealed a confident expression. "What do you mean?" "Then tie me up." Jane got straight to the point. "What?" "I said, you're a mage too, right? Every word and every sentence of a mage must be logical and rigorous." "That's right..." "Since Master Clement said no restrictions, no approaching, then tying me up would be logical, wouldn't it?" "But..." "No buts. Are you still a mage?" Jane continued to provoke her, determined to see Sophia. "Fine!" Saying this, the mage took out a pair of single handcuffs from the restraint props beside him. "You really have a lot of these things in your dungeon. Don't you have any ropes?" "Ropes are inconvenient in the dungeon; single handcuffs and shackles are much more convenient." "Alright, tie me up then." Jane said, turning her back. The mage guarding the cell put the single handcuffs on Jane's wrists and then tightened them securely. Finally, the two straps at the base of the handcuffs were crossed in front of Jane's chest, forming a black X. "Put on the leg shackles too, just in case." "What a bother. I'm not here to break anyone out." *Clang!* A pair of steel leg shackles were fastened to Jane's legs. "Um... Master Clement said that no one is allowed to talk to the female vampire..." "Alright, alright, gag my mouth too." This wasn't the first time Jane had been gagged, and she wasn't as scared as before. A thick, bit-style gag was inserted deep into Jane's mouth, leaving her only able to bite down. Then, straps were used to secure her hair behind her head. "I'm sorry, Ms. Jane, these are all things used to deal with prisoners here." Jane glared at him unhappily, "Mmmph." She nodded forward with her head, signaling the other person to take her to see the female vampire. "And a magic-suppressing collar. Ms. Jane must know magic for casting and silent casting, this is just, just in case." The mage took out a black collar. Jane naturally couldn't resist and could only obediently extend her head, letting the other person put it around her neck like a dog. And so, Jane, wearing her pink evening gown, black single handcuffs, black chained leg shackles, a collar, and a gag, followed the mage in front of her to Sophia's cell door. The mage opened the cell door, and what Jane saw inside far exceeded her imagination. The naked Sophia was bound to a pillar as if dead. Her legs had long since given up on tiptoeing, and the protrusion between her legs had lifted the flesh of her lower body by about ten centimeters. If a human were subjected to this, their pelvis, especially the pubic bone, could fracture. Mercury dripped continuously from above her head. Her head hung limply, her hair obscuring her entire face. She gradually adapted to the pain and no longer shed tears, but she still continuously emitted sounds: "Mmm... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm..." Her body was covered in sweat. "Mmmph!" Jane exclaimed in shock, but Sophia's hearing seemed to be limited, and she didn't notice Jane's arrival. "Mmmph!" Jane continued to make sounds. This time, Sophia noticed. She slowly raised her tear-streaked face and looked at Jane in surprise, seeing that she was also bound. "Mmmph-Mmmph-Mmmph—Mmmph—Mmmph—" Jane had taken the potion brewed by Sophia earlier, and she could also communicate using Morse code. "Are you, alright?" "Mmmph-Mmmph-Mmmph—Mmmph—" Sophia clearly didn't want to alert the mage next to them. Even if he didn't understand the code, he would know what Morse code was. So she told Jane: "You, captured?" Jane carefully shook her head. Sophia guessed that Jane had come to visit her and continued to mumble: "Mmmph—Mmmph—Mmmph—Mmmph—Mmmph—" "It's nothing, just playing." Sophia definitely didn't look alright, but Jane knew she wouldn't get any more information by pressing. "Mmmph." Jane mumbled to the mage beside her, requesting to leave. "Are you done looking?" The mage looked at Jane impatiently. "Mmmph." Jane nodded.

In the depths of the magic academy's dungeon, within a decent cell, lay "Domi" the dog, resting on her side. Her thighs and calves were folded together, knees a raw red. This posture aided her captor in securing her in a spread-eagle position. However, unlike a typical restraint, her forearms and upper arms were bent, her elbows forcibly cuffed together. Her wrists, though, were somewhat "free" as they were folded and bound to her upper arms, not directly shackled. A rope connected her bound elbows to her folded ankles, binding her like a hog. An iron chain around her neck was fastened to the wall. Her black corset and the nipple rings on her chest remained, tormenting her waist and breasts. A gag, the horse-bit kind, was still in her mouth, covered by a black leather mask to muffle any sounds. Inside the gag, her own unwashed underwear from a month ago. Before sending her to the "doghouse" to sleep, Ding Yangchun had forced her to perform oral favors. Her mouth was now filled with Ding Yangchun's scent. Unlike before, her eyes were covered by a black leather blindfold, rendering her sightless. Now that she was temporarily free from her master's commands, the sound-dampening effect on her dog ears was maximized. These ears, enchanted by Clement, were specifically designed to counter Sophia. Her hearing, the pride of a vampire, was now completely silenced. She was "graced" with the permission to weep in private. Tears streamed down her face, muffled by the gag and mask into soft sobs. She cast all pretense aside, wanting only to cry. "Wuwuwu... wuwu... wuwu... wu... wuwuwu... wuwu..." She was the most foolish creature in the world. She had not only doomed herself but also Jane, and even dragged Isaac and Anna into this. This must be a punishment for her own stupidity. "Wuwuwu... wuwu... wuwuwuwu..." Sophia continued to weep, unable to speak, see, or hear, completely unaware of what was happening outside. Before her, Ding Yangchun, with Clement holding a naked Jane – adorned with a bite gag, a single-hand cuff, a magic-nullifying collar, shackles, and an additional corset – watched Sophia's heartbroken sobs. "The esteemed Princess of Xilania, reduced to this after only a day of training under you?" "A typical spirited female warrior from the Zhen Dan sect would be broken in half a day under my tutelage. She's already slow." "And how long would it take for Jane, in my hands, to become like this?" "Less than two hours." Ding Yangchun looked at Jane wickedly. "Ms. Jane, didn't I tell you? All noblewomen have a different expression when they last see me." "Mmmph mmmph!" Jane's face was covered in tears. Clement's rough, wrinkled, aged hands roamed over Jane's smooth body. Her feet were locked in twelve-centimeter-heeled slave boots. Clement, who was only 175 cm tall, spun Jane around, bringing her to a height convenient for him to kiss the "twin peaks" on Jane's chest. "Ms. Jane, submit, or I'll hand you over to Mr. Ding for re-education." "Wuwu, wuwuwu!" Jane looked at Sophia on the floor, then at Ding Yangchun, her face a mask of terror. "My Domi seems to be experiencing some self-recrimination," Ding Yangchun said, his eyes narrowed as he watched Clement fondle Jane's buttocks. "Oh?" "Perhaps it's remorse for her own foolishness. I like women like that. The more they blame themselves, the angrier they become at their own stupidity, the lower their pride is suppressed, and the more they debase themselves." "Oh?" "Ms. Jane here might be blaming herself for her carelessness in using Morse code in a cell filled with listening spells." This struck a chord with Jane. She cursed herself for her foolishness, consumed by self-blame. Ding Yangchun's greatest pleasure was to make proud beauties blame themselves, to debase themselves. This way, their unyielding self-respect would quickly crumble, often without him needing to lift a finger. Many beauties, after deep self-recrimination, would even actively seek Ding Yangchun's punishment, transforming proud women into fleshly playthings for self-punishment. This was Ding Yangchun's favorite pastime. Jane, being naturally humble, did not debase herself as severely as Sophia. The more arrogant a woman, the more likely she was to reflect on her foolishness and shortcomings in such moments. "Let's go, Master Clement. Tomorrow, we proceed as agreed." "Indeed." Clement said expressionlessly, squeezing Jane's breasts. Clement's caresses clearly stimulated Jane's physiological responses: "Wuwu... wuwuwu!" "Ms. Jane, you haven't used the restroom yet, have you?" Clement said, his tone practiced. "Wuwu, wuwuwu!" Jane's face turned crimson. How could he say such a thing to her? Before meeting Sophia, Jane had believed Master Clement to be merely a stern, unsociable old professor, and had held him in high regard. Jane, a humble and studious individual, had always admired knowledgeable people, just as she admired Sophia. When Clement had taught Jane an efficient spellcasting method, she had felt he truly valued his juniors and resolved to work hard, not to disappoint his expectations. If there was anyone Jane admired most in this world, before meeting Sophia, it was the most powerful mage she knew, the second-in-command of the Council of Six, Clement, the "Right Hand of the Council." Jane could never have dreamed that the man she once saw as a mature senior, a principal, an old professor, a steady superior, would turn out to be such a lecherous old pervert. She had known Master Clement for six years. Her previous papers had been published under his guidance. She never imagined that he, like the wild child Peter in the magic academy, would covet her body. She felt like a subordinate being violated by her former superior, bound and utterly unable to resist. *Swish!* Two magical plugs suddenly appeared, sealing the two orifices used for excretion. "Wuwuwu????" Jane looked at Clement in terror. Had she... had she also been restrained? The image of Anna, paralyzed in the carriage because Sophia refused to give her the key, was still vivid in her mind. "Ms. Jane, remove your chastity spell, and I'll remove these plugs. How about it?" Clement finally let out a laugh. "Wuwuwu? Wuwuwu!" Clement, holding Jane, who was restrained by the single-hand cuff, carried her out of Sophia's "doghouse" with Ding Yangchun. With her eyes covered and ears blocked, Sophia was naturally unaware of what had just transpired before her. But she endured the pain of her chest being pierced and the discomfort of the three plugs. Feeling the weight of her foolishness, she began to truly plan for her future. Now that she was restrained, she had to think on her feet. She needed to thoroughly reflect on how she was captured by Ding Yangchun yesterday.

The entire city knew that the vampire woman was to be judged today. The Inquisitors had arrived early, setting up the tribunal in front of the Notre Dame. They had also provided some seats for commoners and nobles to observe without standing. Isaac and Anna had arrived early, and through Anna's connections in the Holy See, they managed to secure seats. Anna wasn't wearing her witch hunter's hat today, and her red hair drew quite a few male gazes. "Are we going to rescue Duchess Chanel tomorrow?" D'Artagnan asked from the side. "Yes," Isaac replied with a hint of dejection. Having inherited the Chanel family name, he had, in a sense, become Duchess Chanel's legal brother. When his sister was captured, he felt compelled to rescue her. "Is your friend a vampire?" D'Artagnan continued, having guessed as much yesterday. "That's right," Anna glanced at D'Artagnan, not entirely trusting him at the moment. Suddenly, a commotion arose from the crowd: "The vampire woman is here!" From a distance, Sophia slowly emerged from Notre Dame. Her gag had transformed into a rectangular leather mask with an embedded ball gag, covering her entire mouth and cheeks, and connecting to the back of her head. It seemed the Holy See's research into these restraints had uncovered their transformative capabilities. Her pair of golden earrings were still embedded in her ears, and her purple hair, once filthy from days of torture, had been cleaned by Sophia herself with a bucket of water given to her by Olivier before her appearance. She looked stunning. Sophia had been treated well under Olivier's care. She now wore her blood wings in the form of a trench coat, making her appear more imposing. Beneath it, she wore her favorite latex, form-fitting leather outfit. Only her upper chest was exposed, revealing her ample bosom and alluring collarbones. The parts of her lower body not covered by the trench coat were still her beloved over-the-knee high-heeled boots. The leather mask that now adhered to Sophia's gag was also Olivier's choice, a deep brown leather that matched her trench coat, a small gesture of assistance to enhance her beauty, majesty, and solemnity. Her handcuffs had undergone a strange transformation, merging with her collar to become a single horizontal bar across her neck, a neck and wrist restraint. The color of the restraints had also changed, clearly indicating that the Holy See knew how to manipulate these devices. Because of this restraint, she was forced to hold her hands up, level with her neck, resembling a posture of surrender. This horizontal restraint also prevented her from raising her arms further, making her appear like a spread-eagled figure. Sophia's bound fists were clenched. Above the leather mask, her eyes conveyed a spirit of heroism and confidence, as she cast a disdainful, noble gaze upon the surrounding crowd and the Holy See soldiers escorting her, walking forward without a hint of fear. Two soldiers followed behind her, swords pointed to urge her forward, while the chains of her ankle restraints had been extended to thirty centimeters to allow for slightly easier movement. Olivier, carrying his greatsword on his back, walked ahead of her, like a knight serving a princess. With her high heels, Sophia, standing at 1.8 meters, appeared close to 1.9 meters, making her a striking pair with the 1.9-meter Olivier, much to Isaac's chagrin from the spectator seats. "Anna, why is that Paladin still escorting her?" "What, are you jealous?" Anna turned to Isaac with a mischievous smile, noticing his peculiar expression.

"Little Jenjen, how's the water temperature?" Jane lay in the wooden bathtub in the bathroom. Just then, without any warning, Sophia burst in naked from outside the door! "Sophia! What are you doing?" Jane's face immediately turned red when Sophia barged in without a word and looked at her naked body. She quickly covered her private parts with her hands. "Little Jenjen, when this Baroness saved you in the dungeon, I saw right through your heart. You like this Baroness, don't you?" Sophia looked at Jane with a wicked grin, revealing the empty spaces where her canine teeth should have been. Then she swayed her body, and the pair of fleshy orbs on her chest immediately bounced up and down, making Jane's face even redder. "No! Sophia, you're too rude! Don't say it out loud!" Jane shyly buried her face in the bathtub. "So, this Baroness was right?" Sophia had already walked to the bathtub, leaning her face close to the water, looking down at Jane like a queen toying with her prey. "No! I just like knowledgeable people!" "Does Little Jenjen really want this Baroness to reveal more secrets? Little Jenjen likes anyone who is knowledgeable, regardless of whether they are male or female— Ugh ugh ugh ugh!!!!" Jane conjured a gag and stuffed it into Sophia's mouth, stopping her from speaking further. "Mmmph? Mmmph mmmph!" Sophia had only intended to tease Jane and take a bath with her. Unlike Jane, who liked both men and women, she wasn't shy about bathing with another woman. However, she hadn't expected Jane to be so ashamed of her secret of liking both men and women. She absolutely wouldn't let Sophia reveal it. After all, Jane was a traditional noble, meticulous and always adhering to noble etiquette. She was very resistant to unconventional behaviors and thoughts that went against noble etiquette. Jane looked at Sophia, who was trying to remove the gag. Sophia was right; Jane did like anyone more knowledgeable than her. And the most knowledgeable person she had ever met was Sophia. Might as well go all the way. Since Sophia's mouth was gagged, why not... Just as Sophia was trying to remove the magically created gag, Jane opened the bathroom door with magic. The magical rope, collected by Sophia and strong enough to withstand a vampire's brute force, flew in from outside the door. This golden magical rope, seemingly made of silk, had been studied by the studious Jane after she had magically untied it from Sophia. She could now control this rope just like Ding Yangchun. The rope flew over and bound Sophia's hands, which were trying to remove the gag. Sophia, of course, wouldn't just sit there and wait. She struggled desperately. "Mmmph mmmph!!! Mmmph mmmph!!! Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!!! Mmmph mmmph!!" "Sophia, stop struggling!" Jane stood up naked from the bathtub, raised her hands, and began to chant a spell loudly— *Bang!* Sophia's hands were still bound in the air by the rope. She jumped up forcefully, straightening her legs, and kicked Jane down. She certainly didn't intend to hurt Jane, just a gentle kick that sent Jane tumbling back into the bathtub. Jane's spellcasting was interrupted, the magic rope fell to the ground, and even the magical gag disappeared. "Little Jenjen, you really are— Ugh ugh!!" Jane realized the situation was not in her favor and cast a basic spell, Mage Hand. She knew Sophia had extremely high magic resistance, and her strength could even contend with Jane's magic. To cast powerful spells, Jane needed long incantations and many gestures. After all, she wasn't a mage like Clement; she was just a high-level mage, not even a grand mage. So, she cleverly focused her attention on Sophia's collar. This collar's suppression on Sophia could be suppressed by a peak-level magic absolute suppression field, but the collar's own magic resistance and defense surpassed peak-level spells. Sophia and Jane had tested this countless times and proven it. However, this collar had a characteristic: it only resisted spells that attempted to destroy or attack it. Mage Hand, on the other hand, summoned a floating hand to directly exert physical force, saving more magic and being more convenient than telekinesis. The Mage Hand grabbed Sophia's collar from behind and lifted her up! Now, Sophia's collar was forcibly digging into her neck, suspending her in the air. No matter how strong she was, naked and without leverage, she couldn't use any counterforce to resist! Sophia reached her hands behind her, trying to tear off the Mage Hand on her neck. Jane had anticipated this. She converted the Mage Hand into telekinesis, fixing the collar in place. Now Sophia couldn't grab anything. To prevent herself from suffocating, Sophia had to grab the collar with her hands and pull herself up from the collar in a motion similar to a pull-up. "Little Jenjen, don't force this Baroness to blast you with a sonic cannon!" "Oh? Sophia, you're scared too?" Jane was a professor; she could tell if a student was afraid at a glance. Naturally, Sophia was afraid. The reason Jane had been so obedient to Sophia before was that she had worshipped Sophia as a master. Ever since Sophia told her to call her Sophia, they had been on equal footing. She would no longer be timid in front of Sophia. "Little Jenjen, I'm going to blast— Ah! Ahhh!!!" Jane, taking advantage of Sophia's inattention, slid the magic rope between Sophia's naked legs and began to rub back and forth. "Ah... Ahhh!!!! Ah! Stop! Ah! Stop it!!! Ahhh— Ah— Ugh ugh—" Sophia's lower body reacted physiologically to the friction of the rope, and a lot of fluid flowed out. As her hands relaxed and let go of the collar, her neck was immediately choked by the collar as if by a noose, causing her to suffocate. Jane pressed her advantage. She immediately pulled the end of the rope that had been moving back and forth between Sophia's legs upwards, in front of Sophia. Then, she manipulated the end of the rope to loop around Sophia's waist and connect back to where it started in front of her, tying a knot. Now, a "T" made of rope appeared in front of Sophia's waist. The friction paused due to the knot. Sophia recovered and grabbed the collar with her hands again: "Little Jenjen, don't— Ahhhhhhh!!!!" Jane didn't listen to Sophia's pleas. As a teacher, she could never compromise her authority by listening to a student's pleas. She had just manipulated the end of the rope behind Sophia's buttocks and pulled it upwards fiercely, rubbing as she pulled. The entire rope became lodged in Sophia's tender bud, which was why Sophia screamed.

Here are not only Asians, but also quite a few Roseland Caucasians, such as—Count Massock, who was also brought here. Perhaps he wasn't brought here, but just came to exchange kidnapping experiences. Who knows how he escaped from the Lottadan militia. His wife is beside him, wearing a black evening gown, bound with her elbows tied together. Two ropes simply cinch her chest, forcing out her rectangular breasts. "We have two new ladies! Miss Jane Lancaster from Aililan and Miss Li Muxun, the mixed-race beauty from Zhendan!" Shioyuki Kibu, dressed in a tuxedo and a blood-red tie, shouts in the center of the hall. "Wow! Ooooh ooooh ooooh!!!" The vampires and humans in attendance scream and revel. Jane and Li Muxun are unwillingly pushed out from the side. Jane is still wearing her previous white evening gown, her lowercase "m" shaped bandeau has been pulled back over her fleshy mounds. And now she is not bound by any ropes—but her hands are still held behind her. A single gauntlet tightly restrains her arms within her evening gown, still in the elbow-tied style. "But before we present them, first, please welcome, Miss Laurenna Safisanis from Nydesia!" Laurenna is wearing a blue evening gown, similar in style to Sophia's. Her bare shoulders are alluring, and her beautiful collarbones attract countless gazes. Even women marvel at her artistic upper chest, and the cleavage in the center of that upper chest makes everyone in the hall want to lift her bandeau. The form-fitting bodice and the skirt at her thighs outline perfect curves. The extremely long hem of her skirt conceals her fair, slender, fleshy, and elastic legs, which would make everyone present's blood boil. Her arms are now encased in gauntlets behind her back. The gauntlets are made of leather, the same blue color as her evening gown. A pair of large blue leather "X"s cross over her upper chest, securing the gauntlets to her arms. Hidden beneath the hem of Laurenna's gown are a pair of 20cm ankle cuffs, paired with crystal-like high heels, forcing her to take only small, ladylike steps. With all other parts of her body free, she reluctantly walks towards the hall, reaching the center beside Shioyuki Kibu. She looks at the crowd with humiliation. "Most of you have already met our Shioyuki Rinko! But now, we have two new human beauties. Because they are human, you can enjoy them to your heart's content!" Shioyuki Kibu shouts happily. "Let us welcome, Miss Jane Lancaster and Miss Li Muxun!" The crowd erupts in cheers again: "Yeeeeeaaaahhhh!!! Ooooh ooooh ooooh!!!" Jane and Li Muxun are completely free, except for their arms, which are only encased in gauntlets. They are pushed towards Shioyuki Kibu with sad and unwilling expressions. Li Muxun's qipao, which was torn before, has been replaced. She is now wearing a white qipao with blue trim, adorned with blue porcelain patterns. Her gauntlets also have the same white and blue trim with blue porcelain patterns. From a distance, she looks like a blue and white porcelain floor vase, bulging at the top, slender in the middle, bulging again at the bottom, but with a gathered base. Jane is still wearing the expensive white evening gown she bought with Sophia. Shioyuki Kibu wouldn't dare to ruin such an exquisite dress that matches her so well. Her golden hair cascades over her bare shoulders. Between her shoulders and chest is an X-shaped white leather strap that secures the gauntlets. The bandeau that was lifted in the car has been pulled back up, perfectly encasing the large mounds of her breasts. People are not concerned with her sad blue eyes, but rather with the pure white gauntlets binding her hands behind her back. Dragging her ankle cuffs, she walks despairingly to either side of Shioyuki Kibu with Li Muxun. Many men in the crowd, looking at the three beauties restrained by gauntlets beside Shioyuki Kibu, have hard-ons. Even Isaac, sitting at a table in a suit, his hands cuffed in front of his chest and currently being watched by a ninja, feels himself getting hard at the sight of the familiar Jane. "These two beauties are human, and you can play with them as you please in the future!" Shioyuki Kibu says happily. "But today, we are having a banquet, in accordance with Roseland customs. You can touch them, but maintain decorum. Do not remove their clothes, nor dirty their dresses. Do you understand!" "Yes! My Lord!" Suddenly, the candlelight in the room is magically extinguished, plunging the entire hall into darkness. "Next, we have our grand finale! Miss Sophia von Dominax! Please welcome our Miss Dracula!" Suddenly, all the flames reignite, and Sophia, dressed in her evening gown, appears in the hall and walks towards Shioyuki Kibu. Upon seeing Sophia's figure and beauty, the vampires and humans all let out lewd roars: "Waaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Sophia is wearing her previous red evening gown. The elegantly curved bandeau and her full hips, contrasting with her slender waist, make her waist seem impossibly small. Because she is bound and forced to stand with her chest out, her massive breasts seem about to explode from the gown's bodice. An incredibly deep cleavage extends from between the two peaks in the bodice, reaching upwards to an iron ring below her collarbone. Two X-shaped leather straps extending from the gauntlets on her arms are fitted into the iron ring on her collarbone, locking her neck and shoulders tightly in an X shape, leaving her no possibility of escape. Her purple hair cascades down her back, merging with the deep red leather restraints of her gauntlets. The exquisite red skirt hugs her perfectly toned waist. From her full buttocks, the undulating curves of Sophia's figure are showcased to perfection by this long dress. The hem of the skirt is an elegant, slightly flared arc from high to low, but the appropriately long skirt conceals her fair, slender, and sexy legs. The fine pleats beneath the skirt sway with her legs, which are chained within the hem, hinting to the attendees that beneath this constantly rustling skirt are a pair of artistic, long legs.

"Yes," Sophia interjected. If Isaac didn't answer, it would be contempt of court, punishable by imprisonment. "Not while the she-vampire is speaking! Mr. Olivier, the gag, please!" the third Mop Bishop commanded. "What? You—mmph!" The gag, now transformed from a leather hood into a ball gag, was shoved back into Sophia's mouth by Olivier. "My apologies, madam." Sophia's hands were bound by manacles, leaving her utterly defenseless. "Mmph!" Sophia glared at Olivier, then at the smirking Mop Bishop on the tribunal. "Why did you go to Chitaria with the she-vampire?" No one knew they were going to retrieve the Master Key, but Isaac obviously couldn't admit that, or their relationship would be fully exposed. "This idiot, it's bad!" Anna, also experienced in trials, watched from the spectator seats. She understood the gravity of the situation. Fortunately, the prosecution didn't know Isaac's reason for going to Chitaria either, which inadvertently saved him. "See, Mr. Isaac doesn't know the reason." Isaac decided it was best not to speak rashly. "This idiot!" Anna slapped her thigh. "What's wrong, Anna?" Darian asked softly, ensuring no one was nearby. "This idiot is essentially admitting he was charmed by the she-vampire! Otherwise, why wouldn't he know the reason!" Anna glanced at Darian beside her and suddenly realized he might be a spy, immediately ceasing to reveal more information. "It appears Mr. Isaac was charmed by the she-vampire at the time!" "What?" Isaac wanted to protest, but Sophia shook her head beside him. "Mmm, mmm!" "Very well, remove the she-vampire's gag and let's hear what she has to say," Bishop Casteaux intervened, once again trying to help Sophia. Olivier removed the gag, and Sophia blurted out, "Isaac's ignorance of the reason alone cannot prove I charmed him!" "We have more witnesses!" With that, the third Mop Bishop clapped his hands, and three more ladies emerged. Sophia and Isaac were stunned. The three ladies were among those rescued by Isaac from the caravan in Chitaria. One of them was... Vivienne? "Was this lady traveling with you at the time?" Witch Hunter Bernard asked, turning towards the three ladies, despite his blindness. "Yes," the three ladies replied coldly. "What happened then?" "She was with Mr. Isaac, and then we were attacked by bandits." "So she lured the bandits?" the third Mop Bishop asked with a lecherous grin. "Yes." Vivienne glared at Sophia with hatred. "She charmed the bandits! Then the bandits killed my father and tied me up. I was blindfolded, but I clearly heard that when she approached the bandits, she was smiling! She was chatting and laughing with the bandits!" Vivienne looked at Sophia fiercely, tears streaming down her face. Someone had clearly fed her a lie: Sophia had charmed the bandits and Isaac to specifically ambush Vivienne's father's caravan. In Vivienne's mind, Sophia was responsible for her father's death. "I didn't—mmph!" Sophia was fitted with the gag by Olivier again. "Madam, please calm down, or you'll be charged with contempt of court. This cannot happen again." "Mmmph!" Sophia couldn't turn her neck easily, so she rolled her eyes, glaring at Olivier with anger, which suddenly made Isaac feel an urge to rush forward and punch him. "And then what happened?" "Mr. Isaac killed all the bandits and rescued us." "Do you have any proof that Isaac and the bandits were charmed at the time?" Bishop Casteaux was still trying to help Sophia. "Yes, Master Clément helped us investigate." Vivienne continued to stare at Sophia with hatred, tears flowing from her eyes. Clearly, Master Clément had told her that Sophia's charming of Isaac and the bandits had caused her father's death. And who knew how Master Clément had investigated so thoroughly, even uncovering Vivienne's situation. Hearing Master Clément's name, Sophia became furious. "Mmmph, mmph, mmmph!" Her body, restrained by manacles, writhed. "This conclusion seems a bit weak, lacking solid physical evidence. Dominax, do you have any rebuttal?" Bishop Casteaux gave Sophia an opportunity. Olivier removed Sophia's gag. Indeed, Clément's lie was easily debunked; it was a logically flawed fabrication. Just as Sophia was about to speak, she suddenly realized a terrifying truth. Sophia was no longer the naive young noblewoman she once was. She had thoroughly considered all aspects. If she were to refute Vivienne, it would be easy, merely by presenting a partial truth to counter the lie.

After some time. Sophia, her head and body covered in vegetables, eggs, and mud, was finally dragged to the town square. Sophia lowered her head, her face flushed, her mind filled with thoughts of herself as a lewd and shameless woman. This was precisely the purpose of the public shaming: to make dissolute women repent through shame. In a way, the Church's procession further mended Sophia's inner self, which had been destroyed by Ding Yangchun. At least it made her sense of shame more potent, and more concerned about her body being exposed. Of course, thinking negatively, it also made her fear Ding Yangchun more. After all, now more sensitive and ashamed of nudity, seeing Ding Yangchun would immediately remind her of her past of being exposed. A wooden pillory had already been placed in the center of the square, fixed to the ground. It could clamp a person's neck parallel to the ground, forcibly bending their torso, and the wooden pillory also obstructed the view of one's own body. Bernard grabbed Sophia's now filthy hair, opened the pillory, and forcibly pushed Sophia's torso down, forcing her to bend over, making her neck and torso parallel to the ground, while her legs remained standing. He pulled Sophia's neck into the pillory, then closed it, directly clamping Sophia's head. Now Sophia's head could only see what was in front of the pillory, and she could see nothing of her body behind her. She had also lost control of her lumbar spine; clearly, she could not move her torso while clamped in the pillory. Originally, there were two holes on the sides of the pillory where the head was placed, meant to clamp her arms. But because her arms were now tied behind her in a "↓" shape, the other party skipped the step of untying the ropes, leaving her arms pressed against her back. The loss of her head's right to observe her own lewd body made Sophia even more helpless. Behind her head, in a place she couldn't see, in the direction of her buttocks, Bernard stood there, with a large crowd gathered in front of Bernard. It was unclear if they were there to see Bernard, or the perfect buttocks facing them, plugged with three dildos, behind Bernard. "Now, a vampire who has long attacked our people has been captured!" Witch hunter Bernard shouted in the town square. "From this day forward, at least this vampire will pose no further threat to us!" Cheers erupted from the crowd. Bernard continued: "The female vampire tormented six human bandits. Even bandits are our people, our kind, and should not be tormented by a female vampire!" "That's right!" "Exactly! Even if our bandits commit murder and arson, they are still our own!" "Our own people are always right!" "The female vampire is a disgrace!" "No matter how great the conflict between us humans, it is not for vampires to attack us humans!" "Only humans can attack humans! Even murder and arson are not for outsiders to attack!" Bernard smiled. Humans, when facing threats, always united, just like today, facing this female vampire. "Then, according to yesterday's verdict!" Bernard shouted. "The female vampire will be subjected to three hundred lashes for tormenting six humans!" "Then, for the crimes of bewitching humans and cheating in trial by combat, she will be burned at the stake!" What? Burned at the stake? Isaac, who was squeezed in the crowd, immediately panicked. He had just trained with Dadarian all night yesterday. Dadarian had evaluated his talent as quite good, above average. This one night of training had achieved more than a week of training for an ordinary person. And because Moon Radiance had the ability to attack automatically, Dadarian had focused on training Isaac's waist control and leg movement. Now, with his footwork and waist techniques, combined with Moon Radiance's automatic attacks, he could be considered a half-baked swordsman. Dadarian had left early in the morning to find allies as much as possible. Isaac, who cared about Sophia, had arrived at the entrance of the Holy Mother's Abbey early. Along the way, he had seen Sophia's shy appearance. It couldn't be said that his state of mind was unaffected, as Sophia hadn't suffered pain. But he did feel a sense of pity and care. Especially when he saw the brand mark on Sophia's buttocks, branded with a hot iron, he wished he could immediately rush to Ding Yangchun's residence and kill him. Now, after Sophia was whipped, she was to be burned at the stake. How could he remain calm? Upon hearing about the burning, Sophia was not afraid at all. It was not a big deal for her. But she didn't have time to think, because she soon realized that her head was still locked in the pillory, and her sexy buttocks were facing the entire city. At Bernard's request, Olivier did something, and her feet were suddenly spread apart by something. It turned out that the chains between the shackles on her feet had become a rod about 50 centimeters long. This rod was called a spreader bar, which directly spread her legs apart, fixing the distance between her feet at 50 centimeters, turning these shackles into a spreader shackle. The spreader bar on the spreader shackle, along with the two legs on either side, formed an isosceles triangle below Sophia's buttocks when viewed from a distance. Then Bernard picked up a thick whip covered in thorns and struck Sophia's perfect buttocks.

In the great hall hung two glass jars. One was empty, the other contained the naked Laurenna submerged in a peculiar transparent liquid. Laurenna's hands were bound behind her back in a "\||/" prayer bind, her wrists pulled together and secured tightly. The ropes bit into her flesh not for restraint, but for torment, the skin around them visibly blanched. In front, similar ropes were cinched around the base of her breasts, like straps from her shoulders, bisecting each mound. Each set comprised two strands that forked at the tips of her nipples, clamping them tightly before rejoining the horizontal rope beneath her breasts. Another set of horizontal ropes not only bound her upper arms, held in a V-shape behind her back, but also quartered the already bisected mounds, separating them into four with a cross-pattern. These same horizontal ropes also clamped the nipples, which were already pinched by the shoulder-strap-like ropes. And as if that weren't enough, a silver magical clamp was attached to each poor nipple, continuously delivering electric shocks to Laurenna's now extremely erect tips. Laurenna's waist was also tightly constricted by ropes, surely digging into her organs. Even without the liquid, she would have been unable to breathe, let alone in this state. Laurenna's head was secured by a long silver manacle. As her neck was locked, her wrists, bound behind her in the prayer bind, were also trapped within the manacle. The ends of the manacle clamped her ankles, suspending her in the solution in a shape resembling a W. Her legs were forcibly spread into a V, her ankles held on either side of her head. Between her spread legs, a massive silver pile driver relentlessly hammered at her pussy. Her urethra and anus were connected by a tube, leading directly into her mouth, merging her excretory system with her oral cavity. The liquid in the jar was a concentrated brine, a mixture of chili extract, garlic juice, and a small amount of holy water, brought back from the New World. Salt purifies filth and is inherently inimical to vampires, while overly concentrated holy water would incinerate any vampire not possessing a human body, like Sophia. Thus, the Ghost Source had meticulously concocted this "Laurenna Marinating Liquid" to contain her. Laurenna's eyes were sealed shut with waterproof magical tape. She was not only deprived of sight but also of the ability to even open her eyelids. The liquid also completely robbed Laurenna, whose hearing had been restored to human levels after her ears were filled with mercury, of her last vestiges of auditory perception. She cried incessantly. Ever since Isaac's escape, she had been confined to this jar, and hours had passed, as had her continuous weeping. Her tongue was pressed down by the tube inserted into her mouth, leaving her only the taste of her own excrement. Unable to move, her entire respiratory system, from nose to lungs, was filled with this mixture of chili, concentrated brine, garlic juice, and holy water. Her entire airway felt as if it were being fried, and she had lost her sense of smell. Unable to hear anything in this liquid, she was naturally deaf. More tragically, the agony inflicted by this mixture of concentrated brine, chili extract, garlic juice, and holy water made her feel as if her entire body were being fried. All her tactile sensations registered only pain. In other words, her sense of touch had also been stripped away. Laurenna cried ceaselessly, unable to comprehend why she was subjected to such treatment. It was Sophia and Isaac who had done these things; she had done nothing. She wished she could be a dog, a sow, even a toilet bowl, anything would be better than her current state. But she couldn't. She could only weep. The excellent soundproofing of the glass jar ensured her cries were unheard. She was a despairing, marinated exhibit, being relentlessly pounded by the pile driver in her pickling jar with a "thump! thump!" Before the jar, Sophia, naked and spread-eagled on the ground, her limbs and neck pinned, watched the pitiable Laurenna and the empty iron jar beside it, which contained a similar manacle. She understood what awaited her. Sophia's body was covered in oil. She had just been fried in a pot for over an hour, but the holy water's damage and pain to a vampire were far worse than being fried. Especially for a vampire like Sophia, who could not be killed by holy water; they could use the most concentrated holy water to pickle her. A flicker of fear crossed Sophia's eyes. Her mouth was gagged, and her body had been "temporarily" fully restored. After all, the other jar was clearly prepared for her. To maximize her subsequent suffering, every possible surface of her body had been restored by necromancy – yes, restored. Previously, to punish her, Salt Moon Ghost Warrior had severed all her limbs, capping the stumps with silver to prevent regeneration. Salt Moon Ghost Warrior discovered that this kind of cripple torture was ineffective against Sophia. This was true; a vampire's most prized symbol of status was their teeth. If a vampire could calmly endure having their teeth pulled, then severing their limbs was no great matter. After all, Sophia had witnessed more terrifying punishments from Ding Yangchun; all of this was child's play to her. So, Salt Moon Ghost Warrior decided to be a true sadist. He craved pain! He wanted to increase Sophia's receptive surface area for sensation, thereby increasing her suffering! Now, Sophia's neck was held by a capture fork, and her restored limbs were also pinned to the ground by capture forks, rendering her immobile. The silver manacle was removed, and Sophia's head was secured first. Meanwhile, her arms were also bound behind her back in the same prayer bind as Laurenna's. "Mmmph! Mmmph!!" Her breasts were also bisected into four, just like Laurenna's, making a total of eight segments, her nipples painfully clamped. So tight, so tight... Sophia felt as if the binding wasn't meant to restrain her but to strangle her to death. Her legs were lifted by two people and V-shaped into the manacle on either side of her head. "Mmmph?! Mmmph!!" At this moment, they inserted two heads of a three-pronged tube into Sophia's urethra and anus. The ends of the tubes were silver, hollow plug-like objects,

"Listen, I'll treat you like a good friend. I understand I can't do anything with malicious intent towards you. Listen, I'm being honest about my situation. I hope we can have a basic level of trust, be friends, okay?" Laurenna said, looking at Isaac. Isaac nodded. Then Laurenna broke the silence. Laurenna found herself, as if uncontrollably, undoing Isaac's gag. It seemed to be in Isaac's best interest... and she had to consider Isaac's best interest... an irresistible compulsion??? Isaac blurted out, "Laurenna, I—" Laurenna wanted to fall silent again, but this time she acted with malice. She couldn't think in any direction, she couldn't!!! "I command you, release Sophia immediately!" Laurenna was filled with hatred for Isaac, she couldn't even read his mind! And how could Isaac trust this lying bitch? He played along, feigning agreement with Laurenna's words. He lied to Laurenna, who could read minds, using her own tactics against her! "I... I..." Laurenna said, her body moving against her will, she began to release Sophia's restraints. "Whoohoohoohoohoo! Whoohoohoohoohoo!" Sophia laughed with extreme joy, tears even streaming from her eyes. "Whoohoohoohoohoo—Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" As the candle gag was reluctantly pulled from her mouth by Laurenna, Sophia's uproarious laughter echoed throughout the Love House. "You..." Laurenna obeyed Isaac's command and released Sophia from all restraints. Lisa, standing nearby, was completely stunned, not knowing what had happened. "Little Zack, ahahahahahaha, quickly command her to tie herself up, ahahahah!" Sophia said, leaning on Laurenna's shoulder and laughing. "Alright... Alright! Laurenna, I command you to tie yourself up! Tie yourself up tightly! As tightly as possible!" "You!!!!!!!!" Laurenna glared at Isaac angrily, but she helplessly began to bind herself with magic. Under the manipulation of the self-binding magic version of "Dominax Restraint Technique," several ropes materialized, binding her round and round. Laurenna even bound herself in a very lewd manner, the ropes circling her ample breasts, the crotch rope pulled taut. Her legs were bound into sections, making Isaac even have the urge to pounce and bite her legs. "I command you to put the gag back on!" Isaac shouted. Laurenna, already bound in a heap, glared at him and reluctantly summoned a silver gag with magic, placing it in her mouth. "Mmph mph!!!" Laurenna glared at Isaac angrily, emitting muffled sounds of rage. "Little Zack, this house has a special box that seals psychic energy. I saw Laurie use it to lock up little Lisa before," Sophia said, walking beside Laurenna and kicking her. Laurenna angrily headbutted Sophia, knocking her over. "Laurie, you've gone too far! You dare fight back!!!" Sophia cursed fiercely, glancing at Isaac. "Al... Alright! Laurenna, I command you to bring that box over here!" "Mmph mph!!!" Laurenna twisted her body in anger, but nothing was summoned this time. "That box should be outside this hall, beyond her magical control. And the box is inherently anti-magic," Sophia said. "Little Zack, you watch her here. This Prince will have little Lisa lead the way!" Sophia tidied her disheveled appearance and walked over to Lisa. "Little Lisa, this Duchess knows that what you did to this Duchess before was at Laurie's request. This Duchess can let bygones be bygones," Sophia's cold voice whispered into Lisa's ear. Lisa's pupils dilated in terror, and cold sweat broke out. She had known Sophia for centuries. How dare she, how dare she disobey Sophia's command—she knew perfectly well who Sophia was. "It's... Lady Dracula... here..." Lisa trembled all over, leading Sophia out of the room. "Mmph???" Laurenna watched Lisa leave angrily, thinking she absolutely had to discipline her Lisa properly! "You damn vampire, what are you thinking about?" Jane Lancaster had been completely unbound by Isaac. She had magically conjured a blue strapless evening gown and was now holding the Lady Star, taken from her two holes, and looking at Laurenna. "Mmph????" Laurenna was about to use telekinesis. "Laurenna, I command you not to resist me or Jane in any way!" Isaac's command was issued again. "Mmph mph mph!!!!" Laurenna glared at Isaac furiously, this man who was her—causally speaking—husband. Back at Salt Moon Ghost Warrior's place, after Salt Moon Ghost Warrior performed the ritual on Laurenna, before Laurenna could even agree, Salt Moon Ghost Warrior was injured by a cannonball. He then left the mansion to fight Anna. That divine artifact fragment was, of course, completely destroyed by Sophia later. But before that, when Sophia asked Laurenna to heal Isaac, she and Isaac kissed. And that kiss was considered Laurenna's consent—consent to become husband and wife with Isaac, or, in Eastern Japanese custom, to become his concubine. That divine artifact fragment was originally part of the Vampire King's scepter. Sophia and Thorne Markov had destroyed that scepter. The scepter's effect was to command all vampires, but now only two fragments remained, unable to control all vampires. Therefore, Salt Moon Ghost Warrior needed to perform a marriage ceremony. The mystical effect of the ceremony was immense. When combined with the divine artifact fragment, it could exert its former effect—command. Just as newlyweds have God as their witness, Salt Moon Ghost Warrior had the fragment as a witness to Laurenna becoming his concubine. And in Eastern Japanese tradition, a concubine naturally had to consider her husband's interests in everything—just like Laurenna was doing for Isaac now. She could not go against her husband's interests. When Laurenna wasn't acting with murderous intent or pure malice, but was merely toying with Isaac, she wasn't violating her status as a concubine. But when she acted with malice—she couldn't even use magic to read minds. Even when she clearly understood that something was in Isaac's best interest, if it was within Laurenna's capabilities, she couldn't help but proactively help Isaac—just like she had just removed Isaac's gag. This was a very subjective judgment. For example, just now, Laurenna subjectively knew that removing the gag would allow Isaac to control her, so she was forced to comply. But before, when Laurenna was toying with Isaac, she subjectively thought that toying with this "little toy" was good for him, so Laurenna would happily toy with Isaac. But now, realizing what was happening, she could no longer treat Isaac, her husband, as a toy as she had before. "I command you, Laurenna, not to resist me and Jane," Isaac said, looking at the furious Laurenna, slowly issuing a husband's command to his concubine. "Mmph!!!!" Laurenna was extremely angry, but she could not resist. "You little bitch, nine months. I've been your sex actor for nine months," Jane said, inserting the Lady Star through the crotch rope into Laurenna's two holes. "Laurenna, I command you to turn the Lady Star to maximum," Isaac said, and Laurenna magically obeyed her husband's command. "Mmm—Mmmph mmph mmph!!!” The two Lady Stars at maximum power began to pulsate beneath Laurenna, and Laurenna thrashed about! "Next, it's time for spanking," Isaac and Jane each held a spanking paddle, looking at the bound Laurenna on the floor with wicked grins. "Mmph???? Mmph mmph??? Mmm—Mmm oh oh oh oh oh!!!!" Laurenna's screams soon followed. ---------------------------------- Half an hour later.... "Get in there!" Sophia, dressed in a long black evening gown, grabbed Laurenna, whose torso was bent into a Z-shape and bound to her thighs, and threw her into a black metal box the size of a suitcase. The box door was not yet closed. "Mmph mph mph!! Mmph mph mph!!" Laurenna, now wearing a magic-sealing collar, shook her head desperately. She didn't want to be locked up! She couldn't cast spells anymore. What would happen to her if she was locked into this psionically immune box? "Mmm mmm mmm!!!" Laurenna looked at Lisa, but Lisa was too terrified of Sophia to help. Isaac, let me out. I can be your slave. You can abuse me every day! I will obey your every request! Don't lock me in! Laurenna looked at Lisa. Lisa was a telepath. Using Lisa as a psychic channel, she used Lisa's superpower to transmit this message into Isaac's mind. "Alright," Isaac said, squatting down and caressing his causally speaking concubine. A smile appeared on Laurenna's face.

"Little Laurie, little Lisa, no fidgeting." Sophia could already sense Lisa and Laurenna's eagerness at the sight of blood. "Yes... yes... Madam Dracula..." Lisa said, trembling. "This is my house!" Laurenna retorted angrily. "By my decree, I command you to live again." Sophia spoke, touching Anna's dying form. A dazzling light emanated from her, and the wounds on her body began to heal. In an instant, all of Anna's injuries were gone. Meanwhile, Laurenna was still unpacking boxes, opening one after another. A beautiful Nidesian woman with brown hair was tied in a Z-shape, kneeling on Laurenna's thighs, a ball gag stuffed in her mouth. Four or five straps secured her back, holding her firmly to the wooden bottom of the box. "She's a beauty," Laurenna said, undoing the straps and then freeing the woman from the uncomfortable Z-shape, laying her on the floor like a discarded stick. "Mmph! Mmph!" The beauty looked at Laurenna in terror, struggling helplessly, her bound legs flailing on the ground, drawing attention. Lisa also opened a box. Jane Lancaster's eyes were covered by a large blindfold. The blindfold had a small opening at the bridge of her nose, making it resemble oversized sunglasses. A large red ball gag was stuffed in her mouth, allowing her to emit only "Mmph" sounds. Jane was still wearing a blue Western-style long dress. The dress only covered half of her chest, leaving the upper portion of her ample bosom completely exposed. Her legs were bound together, forcing her to kneel, and her torso was pressed tightly against her kneeling thighs. Her hands, clad in long blue aristocratic gloves, were bound straight behind her back. Five straps pulled from the bottom of the box, stretching her back taut, rendering her immobile. As a mage, she had also been specially treated with a magic-inhibiting collar. An iron chain attached to the collar was fastened to the bottom of the box, preventing her from lifting her neck even an inch, even without the straps. "Mmph? Mmph Mmph!" She heard Sophia's voice and struggled excitedly. But her entire body was contorted into a Z-shape, completely unable to move. Her struggles resulted in nothing more than full-body tremors. "Oh, what a beauty," Lisa said, looking at Jane. She unfastened the straps holding Jane, then untied the chain of her collar and the ropes binding her torso to her thighs. As Lisa embraced Jane, about to play with her, Sophia's voice cut through the air: "That's my little treasure, little Lisa. Hand her over to me." "Y-yes! Madam Dracula!" Lisa, clearly terrified of Sophia, immediately placed Jane, whom she was holding, into Sophia's arms. "This is my house!" Laurenna opened another box and, seeing Li Muxun, who was folded into a Z-shape and wearing a qipao, angrily cursed Sophia. "What? Want a beating?" Sophia said menacingly. "You'll pay for this!" Laurenna, glaring at the force field on Sophia's collar, cursed fiercely. "Don't mind little Laurie, my little treasure. Now, who is whose prey?" Sophia said, holding Jane, who was bound like a human stick, gagged, blindfolded, and wearing a magic-inhibiting collar. "Mmph? Mmph Mmph!" Jane didn't know whether to be happy or sad. She was about to become Sophia's plaything. "Vampire lady!" Anna's voice came from behind. Laurenna glanced at Anna, then pondered for about three seconds. She said meaningfully, "Oh, Miss Butcher, do you like Isaac?" "Who are you?" Anna had fully recovered and was searching for her sword. "A vampire from the Shioyuki clan!!" Anna shouted. "Dead, or rather, he escaped using a substitution jutsu at the last moment." Sophia had the trophy Kagemitsu katana hanging from her waist, but the corpse was not Shioyuki Kijin, but a shadow warrior. "Damn it!" Anna cursed. "I'll deal with him," Sophia said, her eyes filled with killing intent.

A while later, after Sophia had been cleaned up. In the "Milking Room"... "Mmm..." Sophia's legs were still bound together. She was now kneeling, her thighs perpendicular to the ground, and her torso at a ninety-degree angle to her thighs, parallel to the ground. Her hands were tied behind her back at the elbows, but her head was stuck in a wooden stock, which was why her torso could be parallel to the ground. And her large, rope-bound orbs were fitted with silver rings by Laurenna. Below them, a large silver basin was placed. "Mmm..." Sophia turned her head and looked at Jane, whose head was also stuck in the stock beside her. "Mmm..." Jane managed to force a smile at her. Being confined with Isaac and Sophia wasn't too difficult or painful. But Jane didn't want her life to... to end like this... She wasn't Sophia. These nine months hadn't been difficult for Sophia; it was just a bit of teasing from her little sister. They used to live together for years, even decades, playing. For her, this time, the "play" was just being bullied by Laurenna in an unpleasant way. But Jane had a limited lifespan. She still wanted to learn, to learn more about the mysteries of magic. If Isaac wasn't here, essentially supporting her like a husband, she didn't know if she would have developed a mental illness. She was grateful to Isaac. However, the sensation below her body soon interrupted Jane's thoughts. "Mmm..." The "Lady Stars" below both Sophia and Jane had been replaced by two "Lady Pleasure Sticks," held in place by a strap and vibrating continuously. Combined with the aphrodisiacs in their bodies, they were unable to think of anything other than lust. "Mmmph!" Sophia was in extreme discomfort. Laurenna had injected her again with a milk-producing agent made by Yan Yue Ling Xiang using her bloodline abilities. "Mmm..." Sophia was injected with this every day, but Laurenna had doubled the dose. Sophia felt like her orbs were about to explode. "Mmm..." She looked to the side. All the beautiful women were lined up, kneeling, their heads stuck in the stocks in a row. Isaac was kneeling beside the beauties, one by one, like a worker milking cows, squeezing their orbs that hung down from their torsos parallel to the ground. "Mmm..." Li Muxun's legs were also bound together, and her hands were tied by Zhen Dan's elaborate bindings. The sensitive areas of her chest were being squeezed by Isaac, and she blushed intensely. These past nine months, at Laurenna's request, she had done quite a bit with Isaac... Yan Yue Xingzi was tied next to her. She had already been milked and was now wearing a small milking machine on her chest. Two funnel-like discs were attached to her orbs, constantly extracting the last drops of milk electrically. And Isaac was gently squeezing his own two orbs... Li Muxun's face turned crimson. Even though her status in this house of love was already very... shameful... and she had been milked by Isaac like this at least dozens of times... she still blushed... Isaac was... the only one she trusted... the only one she could rely on... in this place... "Mmm..." Li Muxun was too embarrassed to look up at Isaac... By now, Isaac had finished milking her and attached the electric milking machine. "Mmm..." The funnel-shaped machine continuously tightened and expanded, causing the remaining milk that Isaac hadn't manually squeezed out to flow into the basin. "Mmm..." Li Muxun lowered her head in shame until Isaac left. "Mmm..." The Lady Pleasure Sticks were still attacking her below... "Mmm..." Li Muxun was too ashamed. Every time Isaac milked her, she would cry... At this moment, Isaac had reached Sophia. "I'm sorry..." Isaac gently tidied her beautiful hair. "Mmm..." Sophia looked up at Isaac, then lowered her head shyly, her face flushed. "Mmm..." Isaac's hands were placed on her sensitive areas, and he began his work... "Mmm... Mmmph!!!"