At dawn, on the walls of Fidel's castle.
Unlike human castles, vampire fortresses had few guards on their walls. Rather than defense, the walls reflected vampires' mimicry of human aesthetics from their mortal days.
A whip lashed up, hooking the wall's edge.
Like a thief's retractable grapple, the whip hoisted Anna Belmont, wearing a night-vision monocle. Her witch hunter's hat was absent—stylish but cumbersome in battle.
A silver-blue glowing whip hooked the wall next, imbued with the legendary hunter Ricardo van Dyne's skills. A man, nearly as tall as Anna in her combat heels, swung up.
The whip morphed into a rapier, which Isaac sheathed.
Anna signaled forward; vampire hearing was acute, demanding silent gestures.
Both crouched, moving noiselessly. Isaac's shoes, padded with cotton, muffled his clumsiness. They reached a tower by the wall. Anna drew her steel dagger—not for monsters—and carefully cut the wooden frame of a tower window, removing the glass.
They climbed inside, descending the stairs. Anna monitored her belt pouch, a talisman made from Sophia's severed foot, its glow intensifying. The tower's scarce windows left Isaac blind, following Anna's glowing monocle in the dark. (Peter's talisman, now useless, had been discarded.)
They reached the tower's base, opening a door into a Gothic hall of black bricks and red carpet.
Isaac saw nothing, but Anna's monocle revealed four stone gargoyle statues ahead.
She pulled Isaac close, pointing back the way they came. Triggering the gargoyles would alert Fidel, Peter, or lesser vampires.
They continued down, reaching another door at the tower's bottom. Opening it, they faced a vampire.
Anna, with a swift Eastern-style quick-draw—known in Rosenland as "fast draw"—beheaded the vampire before it reacted, then stabbed its heart with Sarah's Revenge for good measure.
They advanced, finding a passage downward and a corridor into darkness.
Anna's experience suggested dungeons held slave pens, but she wasn't sure if, having opened the chest, Fidel would treat Sophia as a slave or if the two vampires were scheming together. In Anna's mind, Sophia was an evil vampiress with dark plans.
Trusting Isaac, she considered Sophia might be a "good" vampire. Pulling him along, they descended.
"You're the butcher who took my leg," Peter's voice echoed from above. Scolded by Fidel to sleep among "livestock" in the slave pens, their noise had drawn him.
Instinct warned Anna of an overhead attack. She yanked Isaac forward, dodging backward. A pit cratered where she'd stood, struck by an invisible force.
Isaac, pulled in the dark, tumbled down the stairs, disoriented.
Now exposed, Anna saw an advantage. She sprinted back up, into the corridor, her noise meant to draw the castle's vampires, ensuring Isaac, rolling downward, wouldn't be caught or killed before she fell.
Peter, absolutely invisible, chased. Anna, outpaced by a high vampire, swung her whip broadly behind, disrupting his path. Two animated armors—empty, enchanted castle defenses—appeared ahead.
Anna had run 300 meters, plus Isaac's tumble, far enough.
Drawing dual hand crossbows, she fired. Click! Click! Bolts rained on the armors.
Her cross necklace glowed, suppressing nearby vampire bloodline powers. Anna leapt forward, dodging a rear strike, firing two bolts into the air.
The bolts pierced something, acid blood dripping, melting the shafts.
Anna swung, clang! striking an invisible blade, angling to corner Peter.
The armors closed in, forcing her to dodge, abandoning her chance to wound him.
Leaping high, Anna threw a bomb from her belt at the ceiling.
Boom! The ceiling collapsed. Her hunter whip hooked the upper floor, swinging her up.
Boom! Another bomb, another leap upward.
Peter levitated the armors through the breaches, bounding after her with vampire agility.
More armors gathered. Anna fought, retreating, aiming to climb higher, luring foes from Isaac. Realizing her hand crossbows couldn't pierce armor, she drew her heavy crossbow, firing while seeking stairs.
Thud-thud-thud! Subsonic bolts shattered armor helmets, but headless, they charged.
"Damn, not the heads!" Anna cursed, wasting bolts. She shot each armor's legs, toppling them.
A shadow lunged. Boom! Peter triggered a mine Anna had laid, his legs blasted.
Anna rushed to finish him, but he teleported.
She hurled a high-yield holy water bomb where he vanished. Boom! Holy water flooded the room, revealing a smoking Peter. His legs, magically regrown, were nearly healed.
"You're the witch hunter from the Windleaf crater!" Peter roared.
"So, you're Lancaster and Professor Martin's apprentice? Abandoned your mage academy post, huh?"
"I noticed your beauty then, fantasizing about enslaving you. Now, you'll be mine, like Teacher Lancaster!"
"Betraying your mentor? Vile." Noticing his legs healing, Anna bolted through a door to a staircase, sprinting upward, making noise to draw vampires from Isaac. The castle's stone echoed sound far, ensuring all vampires knew her location.
Isaac, no vampire, heard fighting and explosions above, fading. Rolling down, his head hit something, dazing him.
Groping, he felt a metal door, like a prison.
To save Sophia, he ignored danger, pulling the master key to unlock it.
After last night with Anna, he'd left her belt off, ensuring her freedom if he died—a minor loss of a lecherous rogue.
Isaac opened the door, light spilling out. A vampire, about to join the fight, faced him. Both startled, the vampire's speed pinned Isaac before he drew Moonshine, fangs at his throat, unable to unsheathe.
Meanwhile, Anna faced four gargoyles, three vampires, Peter, and enchanted ropes circling to bind her as Peter's slave.
Three vampires leapt. Anna sneered, her whip cracking. Snap! Snap! Snap! Three explosions dusted them. Gargoyles advanced, met by a storm of subsonic bolts, crumbling to rubble. Her magazine held under 40 bolts.
In the slave pens, a knife stabbed the vampire's gut. A mere dagger? Laughable against a noble blood—
The vampire felt life and blood draining. Leaping back, he saw Isaac wield Bloodheart, a Dominatrix clan relic with blood-transfer magic.
Isaac siphoned the vampire's vitality. Though less effective for humans, it healed his wounds and fatigue. Uncomprehending how a human wielded such a weapon, the vampire lunged. Isaac, trained by Sophia to shed his "idiot" label, unleashed a fireball from Bloodheart.
The vampire, unable to dodge, burned to ash.
Anna's bolts pierced Peter's torso. He wailed, clutching the wounds.
"Come out, castle lord," Anna called, back in the gargoyle hall, now littered with their rubble.
"Brave of you, Butcher, invading my demon castle," a voice replied from the dark.
"'Brave' yourself, Mr. Estruch," Anna mocked, unaware of Fidel's name but certain of his clan.
Something rushed her, triggering her holy water mines.
Boom! Water sprayed.
Fidel stayed hidden.
"Sly, Mr. Estruch."
"Isn't the Butcher too beautiful? To make you my redheaded pet, slyness is needed."
"Try me." Anna smirked confidently.
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In the slave pens, Isaac was stunned. Dozens of human slaves—men and women—crowded the pens. Over ten men, collared and chained, packed a small enclosure, their waste reeking. Their limbs were free.
Nine women, bound uniquely, occupied solo "human pens," clean, suggesting vampires tidied for beauties.
Isaac prioritized the men, hoping to bolster numbers. The master key could unlock their collars.
He opened the low fence, the stench overwhelming. The slaves, mistaking him for a vampire, cowered.
"Listen, I'm human, here to save you. I'm Isaac. Don't fear."
Calmed, they let him unlock their collars.
"Free?" they asked.
"No, I snuck in. My partner's fighting vampires. I'll free everyone, then help her."
"Vampires not dead?" A filthy man despaired, punching Isaac. "You didn't kill them and freed us? Want us dead?"
Others, broken, joined in. "No one beats vampires! We're doomed! Let's rape their slave girls!"
Isaac, battered, collapsed as slaves stormed the women's pens, groping bound nudes. The noblewoman in green, Lynn, had her dress torn.
"Mmph!" Jane, hooded, felt filthy hands on her semen-stained body. A magic-suppressing plug in her rear blocked her spells.
Jane's hood was ripped off, grimy men kissing her defiled face.
Isaac lay helpless, watching.
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Anna faced five vampires, ten gargoyles, wounded Peter, fifteen zombies, six ghouls, and Fidel. Dodging relentless pursuit, she struggled.
Her monocle fell, but she tore open curtains on tiny windows, sunlight weakening vampires.
Her whip dusted two zombies. A grenade flew among vampires, who dodged. Boom! Silver shrapnel shredded two.
Peter cast a simple magic missile, taught by Jane. Focused, he missed three bolts. Two nailed his right hand, crippling spellcasting and combat.
Anna lobbed grenades. Vampires dodged, but five zombies became pulp.
Fidel lurked. Anna ran, dodging, watching her cross's glow for attacks.
A vampire blocked her. Sarah's Revenge beheaded it. Her whip hooked a chandelier, swinging her up. She unloaded her crossbow—thud-thud-thud!—emptying her bolts, killing vampires, leaving three gargoyles.
Her cross glowed. She leapt; the chandelier shattered.
"Finally acting, 'brave' Mr. Estruch?"
"Caution with you, Butcher."
"Very cautious." Anna's whip swept a 180-degree arc.
Boom! Fidel was blasted back.
His mangled body rose, magic mending it.
Anna charged, Sarah's Revenge raised.
"Not the only trap-setter, Butcher," Fidel sneered.
A stone cage erupted, trapping her.
"Damn! Tricked!" Fidel's castle hid traps only he saw. He'd let her hit him to lure her in. Eager to end the fight for Isaac's safety, Anna had recklessly charged an Estruch in his lair—a mistake she'd never make otherwise.
Ropes materialized, Dominatrix Binding Spell tentacles snaring her. Slow but unavoidable in the cage, they bound her arms behind, gagging her.
"Demon!" Anna cursed, silenced.
"Your sea dragon armor's tough. Binding's easier." Ropes stripped her chest armor, binding her shirt-clad breasts tightly.
"Your body's tempting, Butcher. A fine sex slave."
"Mmph!" Anna glared, humiliated, as Fidel dispelled the cage, leering, advancing.
"Mmphhh!" Struggling, fear crept into her eyes.
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In Jane's pen.
Her leg bonds were undone, but slaves refolded and rebound her thighs to calves, immobilizing her legs, leaving her groin exposed.
"Mmph!" Jane's tears flowed. They avoided her rear plug, which blocked magic. Her chastity spell protected her virginity, but her state was shameful and terrifying.
Other women were ravaged by freed slaves. Lynn's dress was shredded, heels removed. Fidel's chastity gear saved her orifices, her gagged cries muffled. The baron, hearing his wife's moans after a decade, wailed, "Mmph!"
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In Sophia's room.
Bound and gagged on a bed, flanked by two of Fidel's vampire slaves, Sophia spat out her gag with a muted sonic blast. Without the collar, it would've leveled the floor. The holy gag blocked her power, but cloth didn't.
Fidel had discarded the scalding gag and her Bloodwing cloak. Bound by holy ropes, tethered to the bed, and blanketed, her captivity was hidden.
"Damn, this room's vampire-proof, soundproof. I hear nothing outside." Rested, she'd recovered from Fidel's abuse.
"Good, that mongrel can't hear me. Thanks, Zack, for not locking the gag."
The other vampires whimpered for freedom.
"Shut up, mongrels," Sophia snapped. She blasted the chest rope tethering her to the bed, freeing her upper body. Arching her spine, she freed her waist, then her legs.
Still bound by holy ropes, enduring triple agony in her orifices, naked Sophia hopped off the bed to the steel prison door.
Her only hope, she bombarded it with weakened sonic blasts.
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In the slave pens.
Jane's chastity spell thwarted the slaves, so they ungagged her, forcing a cock into her mouth. She wept.
Boom! Two slaves burned to ash.
A potent fireball. Bloodied, Isaac rose, wielding Bloodheart.
The slaves fled, dropping their victims, escaping upstairs.
Isaac freed the women. Approaching Lynn, she flinched.
"Don't fear, I'm here to save you." He unlocked her chastity gear, monoglove, shackles, and collar.
"Save my husband," Lynn pleaded, covering her breasts, nodding at the suspended baron.
"Too high," Isaac said.
"Can you free me? I'm Jane Lancaster, Gulens Magic Academy professor," Jane said, mouth freed.
"Got it!" Isaac leapt to her pen, untying her.
Jane yanked out her rear plug, expelling waste. "Pardon me," she blushed, casting spells to clean herself, restore her blonde hair, and conjure a blue gown, heels, and stockings.
Imprisoned days, her mana had recovered. Mana, a mental force—intellect, willpower, soul strength—tapped the world's magic web. Despite abuse, her mind was sharp, mana abundant.
Some beings, like dragons or Merlin, held innate magic as "source casters." Unknown to most, Duchess Valhaz, Sophia von Dominatrix, was one.
Jane, ignoring shame, used spells to unlock the baron's cuffs and feather-fall him. Lynn caught her husband, kissing his filthy lips after a decade.
"Ms. Lancaster, seen a purple-haired woman?" Isaac asked.
"No, I was hooded," Jane said, ashamed.
"Is her name Sophie?" a freed nude slave asked.
"Yes! Seen her?"
"Yesterday, the master brought a naked purple-haired woman," she said, shy.
"Where?" Isaac's heart sank at "naked."
"Don't know."
"Is she a vampire?" Lynn asked, still covering herself.
"Why?"
"The vampire said this place was for livestock, not her," Lynn recalled, the least bound yesterday.
"More details?"
Lynn, politely not probing Sophia's identity, said, "He planned to marry her, then flew off with her."
"Thanks!" Isaac turned to leave.
"It's dangerous. Don't be rash," Jane warned.
"Professor, I—"
"Was that a potent fireball?" Jane, magic-obsessed, asked.
"Just a fireball. The dagger enhances spells."
"No incantation? Dagger's effect?"
"Yes."
"Such an advanced artifact? Yours?"
"No time. My partner's fighting vampires. I must save the lady."
"As a mage, I'll join you."
"But—"
"Don't trust mages? I'm a professor," Jane insisted.
"No, don't they need you?"
Jane glanced at the baron, his necrotic hands limp. "Do what you must, Ms. Lancaster. We're fine. Hero, your name?"
"Isaac. I must go."
"Good luck," the baron and Lynn said.
"Escape quick; vampires will hear," Isaac urged, wiping blood from slave punches, rushing out with Jane.
Back on the ground floor, darkness reigned. Jane cast a light spell, a glowing orb illuminating them. Isaac spotted the glowing foot talisman Anna dropped.
"Ms. Lancaster, can you track with this?"
"A limb talisman? She's a vampire?" Jane gasped.
"Can you?"
"Yes." Jane's eyes glowed white, pupils marble-like, casting divination. "This way."
They climbed floors, crossing a hall.
"Wait!" Isaac stopped.
"What?"
In the light, he found a gag, a cloak, and the chest nearby. "Her cloak!" Fidel had discarded it during Sophia's torment.
"Close," Jane said, her divine eyes guiding.
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In Sophia's room.
The captives begged for freedom. Annoyed, Sophia hopped to one, biting her neck.
Royal vampires could drain vampire blood, not for power but to kill. She drained the woman dry, baring fangs and red eyes, cowing the other.
Hopping back, she resumed blasting the door, soundproofing hiding her efforts.
A key turned.
How? Morning—high vampires wouldn't leave! He's here to…
In days, Sophia felt more fear than in 800 years combined. Defiant, she dreaded what Fidel might do—furniture, livestock, endless pain? Revealing her royal status could worsen her fate.
Paralyzed, she collapsed, eyes pleading, despairing.
The door opened.
I'm done. Slave, livestock, whatever. I surrender.
It was Isaac.
From hellish despair, Sophia's heart soared to paradise, tears of joy flowing.
"My… my lady, you okay?" Isaac ignored her nudity, seeing her bound, naked, beaming yet crying.
"I-I'm fine. I did this to… test if Zack cares for his princess," she said, stifling sobs, feigning control.
"You suffered." Isaac knelt, unlocking her shackles.
He tried the ropes. A shock zapped him, but he persisted. The knots held firm, his fingers mangled, bones exposed.
"Zack, stop!" Sophia yelled. The ropes, harmless unless tampered, surged with electricity and holy energy, shredding his fingers.
"I'll save you." Sweating, Isaac strained.
"Stop!" Sophia kicked him back with bound legs, his hand a bloody mess, finger bones visible.
"As your mistress, I order you: don't touch my ropes!" she shouted, pained.
"Let me try," Jane said. "That key—it's a master key?"
"Yes," Isaac panted. "Any way?"
"A real master key? I… don't know," Jane said, inspecting the ropes' potent binding spell, new to her.
"Mage, can you cast Absolute Suppression Field?" Sophia asked, calm, tapping her magical knowledge.
"Impossible! It's a pinnacle spell, lost centuries ago!" Jane was floored, likening it to demanding a Nobel-worthy paper.
"Some mage, can't even do that? I'll teach you," Sophia scoffed.
Jane, a prodigy, bristled at the insult. "Fine, show me!"
"Can you create a constant magic space?"
"Yes." Jane formed a hexahedron.
"No, pull that corner up," Sophia directed.
What nonsense? Jane fumed but complied, curious to debunk her.
The shape wobbled, forming an unstable, odd form.
"What…" Jane, a professor, was baffled.
"Humans, so dumb. Pull all corners up, keep one, square-root each edge, draw three perpendicular lines at each edge's third points," Sophia instructed rudely.
Fascinated, Jane ignored the insult, following along.
"A… flickering 42-hedron?" Jane gasped.
"Now, cast Dispel Binding into it," Sophia said casually.
"Impossible! It's pinnacle-level, and casting while maintaining this?" Jane balked.
"Idiot. Name?"
"Jane Lancaster, profes—"
"Little Jane, you know Greater Dispel, right?" Sophia cut her off.
Jane, cowed by this madwoman, nodded. "Of course!"
"Put Greater Dispel in the polyhedron."
Jane cast it. Sophia added, "Maintain it?"
"Too hard," Jane snapped, frustrated by Sophia's ignorance of spellcasting's demands.
"Zack, give Little Jane the dagger," Sophia ordered.
Isaac handed it over. Jane, holding the polyhedron, gasped, "Deeper mana than mine?"
"Use its mana to maintain."
Jane did, stabilizing it.
"Find the spell's structure, an eight-value energy cycle. See it?"
"You know Greater Dispel's counter-structure?" Jane, realizing Sophia's mastery, gained respect.
"Remove the cycle, apply Raistlin's Transformation Law."
Jane complied, expecting collapse, but the spell morphed.
"Shift left six ether units, add two Xinbu constants to the alpha variable."
Jane followed.
"Perform Mag-Duncan interpolation, square the function, average, copy thrice, dot-product with the Ioleum Matrix."
Jane's genius computed the transformations. The polyhedron's magic surged, draining her and the dagger's mana.
"Ugh…"
"Little Jane, you did it! Absolute Suppression Field. Easy. Fix it to my ropes' knots to suppress their magic. Move it as you untie. Hurry!"
What? She'd cast a lost pinnacle spell with the dagger's aid? A grand mage—
"Little Jane, stop daydreaming! Untie me!" Sophia barked.
"Yes, Master!" Jane, reverent, endured mana drain, deftly untying the suppressed ropes.
"Zack, mouth here!" Sophia called to the bleeding Isaac.
"Huh?"
"I order you!"
Isaac complied. At kissing distance, Sophia's fangs injected healing elixir, restoring his fingers.
Jane, nose bleeding, exhausted the dagger's mana, freeing Sophia just before collapsing.
"Well done, Little Jane!" Sophia, naked, beamed at the pale, sweating Jane.
"Thank you, Ms. Lancaster," Isaac said respectfully, acknowledging her professorship.
"No trouble, Master. Your name?" Jane asked Sophia.
"Sophie," she replied.
"Master Sophie, your collar—it's magic-suppressing?" Jane worried.
"This? No biggie." Sophia, free after days, danced joyfully, her breasts and rear jiggling, captivating Isaac.
"Ow!" She clutched her groin, squatting. The plugs remained.
"Zack, pull the middle one! Hurts!" Tears welled.
Isaac tried. The barbed plug, embedded, wouldn't budge, worsening her pain. She collapsed.
"Little Jane, can you magically cut… my private female passage?" Sophia gasped, tearful.
"I…" Jane hesitated, fearing lethal blood loss.
"Quick! Blade Curse, cut it! Hurts!"
"Yes, Master!" Jane, with her last mana, sliced the plug and flesh away.
"Aaah!" Sophia leapt, pain spiking. Free of the plug, she stood, though sore.
Her leap, unaccustomed to her 70-80% strength (collar-suppressed but ropes gone), smashed through the ceiling.
"Master Sophie!" Jane called, realizing she wasn't human.
Sophia, rubbing her head, dropped back. "Ow."
Her groin showed no wounds.
"You're… a vampire?" Jane asked, terrified.
"Can't vampires be good?"
"I…"
"If I were evil, would you be alive?" Sophia asked calmly.
"True…"
"Zack, the mongrel dead?"
"Damn! I lost Anna—"
Sniff "Zack smells of the little bitch," Sophia teased, sniffing him.
"Uh…"
"Zack, such a lech." She grinned knowingly.
"No…"
"Zack, don't forget your princess for the bitch. Who's prettier, me or her?"
"Uh…"
"Speak!" Sophia bared fangs.
"Princess!"
"Good! Dominatrix gains a point, seven to eleven!" Sophia crowed.
"Uh… seven to fourteen," Isaac corrected, recalling Anna's score.
"What?! How's the bitch at fourteen?!" Sophia fumed. "What'd you do?!"
"Let's save An—" Isaac deflected.
"Don't worry, the bitch is being well-tamed." The castle's echoes carried Fidel's actions with Anna clearly to Sophia's ears.