Outside the encampment near Burg Castle.
A tall, muscular man, a woman in a dress, standing about 1.79 meters in heels, and a cloaked man roughly 1.74 meters led a horse toward the camp.
"Mmph!"
"Mmphhh!"
"Mmph!"
"Mmphh!"
Two bound beauties lay side-by-side across the horse's back, their tightly roped legs dangling on one side, heads jutting over the other. They craned their necks, glaring furiously, exchanging muffled, angry grunts.A red-haired woman, her bent forearms crossed in an X at her back with yellow hemp rope, bit a thick gag, positioned at the horse's rear. A purple-haired woman, elbows bound with holy silver-blue rope, clamped a red ball gag, sprawled near the horse's head.
"Mmph!" The purple-haired woman slammed her head into the redhead's.
"Mmph!" The redhead feigned pain. Her gag's straps secured her red hair neatly at her neck, undisturbed by the blow. The purple-haired woman's gag, tied directly to her skin beneath disheveled, ghostly hair, worsened her tangled mess.
"Mmphh!" The purple-haired woman faced forward, signaling the man leading the horse, shaking her dangling, ghastly purple locks, demanding he fix her hair.
"Princess, I've tidied your hair thrice. Can't you two stop fighting?"
"Mmph!" Before he finished, the redhead retaliated, headbutting the purple-haired woman's skull.
"Mmphhh!" The purple-haired woman whipped back, grunting furiously.
"Mistress, Princess! No fighting!" The man's voice boomed with authority.
"Mmph!"
"Mmphh!" They ignored him, glaring.
Smack! Smack! The man, whip left in the camp's cart, slapped their firm, fleshy rears.
"Mmphhh!"
"Mmph-oww!" Both moaned in pain.
"No fighting!"
"Mmph!"
"Mmphh!" They ceased, turning their glares on him.
"Heh, you can't reach me. Keep glaring, and I won't untie you," he teased, smirking.
"Mmph!" Their glares persisted.
The man wore Bloodwing, the divine cloak of the purple-haired woman—Silania's Impaler, Sophia Dominatrix.
"Mr. Isaac," the blonde, blue-eyed Ellirand mage Jane spoke, "Is that the camp you mentioned?"
"Yes, the baron should've delivered my message," Isaac replied.
Sentries spotted them, approaching. "Mr. Isaac's back! Is that… Belmont?"
Anna, bound with the vampiress on the horse, buried her face in the horse's flank, mortified at being seen.
"Er, yes. I feared she'd curse the camp," Isaac said.
"Understood, Mr. Isaac's precaution," a soldier nodded.
"Mr. Isaac!" Two figures emerged—the baron and Lady Lynn.
"Greetings, Baron," Isaac bowed.
"Mr. Isaac, Ms. Lancaster, you saved me and my wife. I owe you greatly," the baron said, hugging Isaac, a first for him with nobility, barring Sophia.
"Where's Ms. Sophie, who healed my arms with magic?" The baron scanned, spotting Sophia, unlike Anna, staring boldly at him.
"Er…" The baron whispered to Isaac, "Is the vampire you're escorting Ms. Sophie?"
"Well, Baron, she was drinking blood while casting on you, so you know she's…"
"Got it. Good luck with your and Ms. Sophie's little drama," the baron whispered, resuming normalcy. "Mr. Isaac, Ms. Lancaster, visit Burg City sometime!"
"Definitely."
"We just came to greet our saviors. Mr. Isaac, Ms. Lancaster, Ms. Sophie, well done," Lynn said, smiling charmingly.
The baron and Lynn exchanged knowing glances. Soldiers brought two horses. The baron mounted one, while Lynn sat sidesaddle on the other, riding toward the distant castle.
"Mr. Isaac, lock the vampiress back in the chest?" a soldier asked as they entered the camp, eyeing the bound women.
"No need. Rest today, we leave tomorrow." With the master key in Sophia's stomach and Fidel's stolen key unfound, locking her in risked permanence.
"Where to keep her then?"
"Prepare a caged cart! Prevents bandits or vampires stealing her like before!" Isaac beamed at his cleverness.
"Yes, Mr. Isaac!"
"I'll personally guard her until transport. She stays in my tent."
"Is that… safe?" soldiers asked.
"Fear not. I just stormed a high vampire's castle. Think I'm scared of this demoness?" Isaac boasted shamelessly.
"Mmphhh!" Sophia protested. I did everything, Princess me!
"Quiet, demoness! Or I'll string you up and whip you!" Isaac, deep in character, snarled.
"Mmphhh!" Sophia glared fiercely.
"Too brazen!" a soldier huffed at her defiance.
"Punish her, Mr. Isaac!" another chimed.
"Isn't that harsh?" Jane, Sophia's fan, interjected.
"What's wrong? Who're you?" The soldiers eyed the unfamiliar beauty.
"No disrespect to Ms. Lancaster, Gulens Magic Academy professor, Jane Lancaster," Isaac introduced.
"A professor? Apologies!" the soldiers backpedaled.
"But with Mr. Isaac in charge, this demoness won't stir trouble," another added.
Isaac glanced at Sophia's fierce glare, faltering. "Maybe not…"
Soldiers rallied for him. "Mr. Isaac, we know you're kind, but she glares at you. Teach her a lesson!"
Hesitating, Isaac heard Anna's "Mmph! Mmph!" She lifted her shy face, glaring venomously.
With the crowd's pressure, Isaac relented. "Fine. Her disrespect to me is nothing, but I represent you all. Her insolence insults you. I'll punish her!"
"Mmphhh?!" Sophia's fierce eyes turned fearful, while Anna, bound beside her, smirked gleefully.
"Mmph!" Sophia shot Anna a vicious glare.
Soldiers surged, lifting Sophia off the horse.
"Mmphhh!" She squirmed as they groped her perfect form in her suit and fishnets.
"No touching! She carries evil viruses!" Isaac barked. The soldiers stopped, securing Sophia to a central camp pole with five leather straps, binding her stick-straight.
"Mmphhh!" Sophia thrashed furiously. A soldier handed Isaac a massive whip, far thicker than his Lyonis one.
"This… whip…" Isaac eyed the brutish tool.
"For interrogating prisoners. Hit hard, it'll kill a human. She'll suffer," the soldier assured.
Isaac wanted minimal pain for Sophia, not a lethal weapon, but got the opposite explanation.
Sophia, in her bow-tied Gothic suit, unbuttoned to reveal a white, bikini-style shirt fused with panties, shielding her privates, stood bare-legged save for fishnets. She glared, certain Isaac wouldn't dare. On the horse, Anna arched to watch Sophia's humiliation.
"Isaac! Isaac!" Soldiers chanted.
"Guess I must," Isaac sighed, swinging.
Unintentionally, the whip struck Sophia's chest, hitting her cloth-covered breasts dead-center.
"Mmphhh!" Her eyes rolled back, the blow striking her sensitive tips. She couldn't endure it.
"Mmphhh!" She glared at Isaac, who, realizing his mistake, looked down awkwardly.
"She still glares at Mr. Isaac!"
"Beat her!"
"Kill her!"
"Mr. Isaac, go!"
"Let us teach her!"
Isaac whispered, vampire-audible, "You'd rather I do it than them, right?"
"Mmphhh?!" Sophia's eyes widened, terrified. Her human-like senses, dulled by adrenaline in battle, now felt raw pain.
Crack! Another whip hit her groin, right between her legs.
"Mmphhh!" She shook her head in agony.
Crack! Isaac, clueless with whips, somehow struck her other breast, tearing her shirt, exposing glimpses beneath.
"Mmphhhhh!" Tears welled, not from crying but pain—a natural response for Sophia, a vampire with human-like physiology, hypersensitive to pain outside battle.
Isaac tried avoiding sensitive spots, but his lack of skill landed every chaotic strike precisely there, as if he were a prodigy of misfortune.
Sophia, strapped and roped, couldn't dodge as he raised the whip again, her cat-like panic futile.
Crack! "Mmphhh!" The pain surpassed her threshold. Unlike combat, without adrenaline, it rivaled dismemberment. Her face, contorted in a punished child's expression, spasmed, jaw clenching the gag as if to shatter it, muffling her agonized wail.
Crack! "Mmphhh!"
Her breasts and groin were shredded, clothes ruined. Isaac, lost to desire, forgot protecting her. Another strike hit her bare breast, adding a red welt to her scarred white flesh. Shaking, tears streaming, her movement tugged the holy crotch and chest ropes, searing her vampire-sensitive skin. Her ravaged groin, under the rope's divine sting, nearly—
Crack! Another wild strike hit her battered groin.
"Mmphhh-ohhh!" Sobbing, Sophia's eyes stayed rolled back, like a broken doll. Her fishnet-clad thighs glistened with fluids from her groin.
"Great job!" Soldiers cheered, unaware Isaac aimed for less sensitive spots, his ineptitude hitting the worst.
On the horse, Anna laughed through her gag. "Mmph-hehe-mmph!" Jane and Sergei, horrified, covered their mouths—a supreme mage could vaporize the camp in rage.
Sophia's fluids snapped Isaac back. Overdid it…
"Ahem, the demoness is punished. She won't disrespect you again," he said, avoiding her gaze. Her head slumped, hair veiling her tear-streaked, weak face.
"Let me unstrap her. Freshly punished, she might retaliate," Isaac warned, stopping soldiers.
Approaching, Sophia seemed lifeless. This whip… really kills? He unbuckled the five straps. Like a cut puppet, she collapsed forward.
Isaac caught her, whispering, "Sorry, I messed up, Princess."
"Mmph… mmph…" Her disheveled hair framed a feeble reply.
"Sorry, truly." He lifted her limp form, shouting, "To prevent her evil, I'll guard her in my tent! Her noise attacks are dangerous—stay away, ignore any sounds!"
"Stay safe, Mr. Isaac!" soldiers called.
Isaac glanced at stunned Jane and Sergei. "Prepare two tents for Ms. Lancaster and Mr. Sergei."
Jane, unwilling to leave her idol, said, "One for Sergei. I'll guard the—vampiress."
"Fine, add a bed in mine!" Isaac said. Unlike Anna, his bedmate, or bound Sophia, Jane was a stranger, a professor whose intellect and presence dwarfed him.
He carried the battered, barely-clothed Sophia to his tent, laying her on his commander's cot, then fetched gleeful Anna from the horse. Jane and Sergei followed.
As Isaac carried Anna inside, he heard:
"Mmph, mmphhh!"
Sophia, recovered, sat on the bed, glaring.
"Alright, Princess, I was wrong. Don't be mad," Isaac pleaded.
"Mmph!" Sophia turned away, back to him.
"Heh, Princess, no forgiveness, no new clothes," Isaac teased. Her tattered outfit exposed most of her body.
"Mmph… mmph!" Blushing, she faced him. After Castle exposure, nudity before Isaac bothered her less.
"Mmphhh! Mmph! Mmphhh!" Sophia nodded at Jane, grunting.
"Master Dominatrix, I used your Meteor Swarm this morning… my mana's not back," Jane said, like a scolded subordinate.
"Mmph? Mmphhh!" Sophia wriggled, then flopped flat on the bed.
"Mmph! Mmphhh!" Anna, in Isaac's arms, thrashed, pointing her bound groin with her torso and neck, signaling her locked chastity belt. Her struggle flipped her out of his arms, but he crouched, catching her.
"Mistress, easy," Isaac whispered to Anna, her face flushed, tears of gratitude in her eyes.
"Mmph!" Sophia rolled sideways, back to them, refusing key access.
"Ms. Lancaster, can you get the key from Sophia's stomach?" Isaac asked the only unbound woman.
"Maybe, but…" Jane glanced at Sophia, who shook her head. "Mmph-hmph! Mmph!"
"Mmphh!" Anna glared at Sophia's back.
"Princess, no key, no talking," Isaac said, setting Anna down and removing her bit gag.
"Mmphhh?!" Sophia whipped around, betrayed.
"Tch, vampiress, I agreed to a gag, not forever," Anna snapped, countering Sophia's assumption of mutual gagging.
"Mmphhh! Mmph!" Sophia rolled wildly, kicking everything off the bed.
"Stop, Princess. Let Ms. Lancaster get the key, and I'll remove your gag," Isaac goaded.
"Mmph?" Sophia eyed Isaac and Anna, then shook her head. "Mmphh!"
"You evil vampiress!" Anna panicked, unable to relieve herself without Sophia's consent, but Isaac's presence reassured her—he'd handle the vampiress.
"Mmph! Mmph!" Sophia smirked at Anna's distress, shaking her head gleefully.
"Anna, ignore her. We can talk; she's incomprehensible," Isaac taunted.
"Mmphhh! Mmph!" Furious, Sophia leapt off the bed, forgetting her bound feet, face-planting.
"Mmph! Mmph!" Her tidied hair tangled again. Glaring up, she saw Isaac and Anna smirking at her plight.
"Vampiress is pissed," Anna teased, making a face.
"Mmph!" Sophia struggled up, hopping to Jane.
"Master Dominatrix?" Sophia's face neared Jane's, who blushed, unused to such proximity.
"Mmph—mmphhh—mmph—mmphhhh—mmphhhhh!" Sophia emitted rhythmic grunts and pauses.
"This is…" Jane found the pattern familiar.
"Mmph! Mmphhhh—mmphhhhhhh—mmph—mmphhh—mmphhhh!" Sophia stomped, frustrated Jane didn't get it.
"Morse code?" Jane gasped. Before advanced communication magic, mages sent binary spell signals—1 for "signal received," 0 for none. Receivers emitted "beeps" for signals. In Rosenland, Ellirand mage Morse invented a spell-code receiver, using beeps for distant communication.
For example, "D" was "beep-beep-beep-beep-beep," "O" was "beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep," and "G" was "beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep." To send "Dog," mages signaled: "beep-beep-beep-beep-beep—beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep—beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep," short pauses for "-," longer for "—."
Now obsolete due to codebook reliance, Jane recognized it vaguely.
Sophia ingeniously used "mmph" for beeps, enabling communication.
"You know all Morse without a codebook?" Jane marveled.
"Mmphmmphmmph!" Sophia nodded smugly.
"But I don't recall such complex codes…" Jane sighed.
"Mmph!" Sophia hopped to Isaac.
"What're you—" Anna tensed.
Sophia rammed Isaac, nuzzling Bloodwing on his neck, her face against his chest. Isaac's breath quickened, arousal evident.
"You want the cloak?"
"Mmph!" Sophia glared, urging him to move.
"Take it." Isaac draped Bloodwing over her bound form.
The cloak, recognizing its owner, grabbed a pen from the desk, writing on paper.
Jane read: "Three codebooks, rat brains, burn codebooks, with toad brains, my spirit blood, alchemy."
"Got it. Burg Castle lacks a mage guild, but their small library should have it," Jane said.
"Anna bought alchemy materials there; they'll have a shop," Isaac added.
"It's just past noon. We have time," Jane noted, checking the sky.
"Wait." Isaac grinned wickedly.
"To stop Anna and Sophia fighting while we're gone—"
"Restrain me," Anna volunteered.
"Mmphhh?!" Sophia looked terrified.
"Scared, vampiress?" Anna taunted.
"Mmph? Mmph!" Sophia, masking fear, matched Anna's defiance.
Isaac pulled an obsidian collar from his Lyonis restraint bag, matching Anna's chastity belt, locking it on her neck. He regagged her with the bit, tethering their collars so their lips and foreheads touched. Linking their crotch ropes, he tossed them onto the bed, blindfolding them.
"Mmphhh!"
"Mmph!"
Both grunted displeasure as Isaac heaved them onto the bed.
"Have fun, Mistress and Princess!" Isaac smirked, leaving with Jane and Sergei.
"Mmphhh!"
"Mmph!"
Their war had just begun…
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In Burg City.
Isaac's trio wandered, lost.
"Mr. Isaac?" The baron's voice called.
Isaac turned. The baron and Lynn, reunited after a decade, strolled arm-in-arm, inspecting their domain. The baron wore chainmail, a sword at his hip, a cape on his back. Lynn's golden hair bore a silver circlet with a gem, styled in a noblewoman's updo. A veil hid her face, belying her 37 years. A sky-blue cloak concealed her lower half.
"Baron, we just parted this morning," Isaac said.
"Parted? Your camp's meters from my castle!" The baron clapped Isaac's shoulder like an old friend.
"We're not visiting."
"Buying gear, hero?"
"Do you have a library? I need three Morse codebooks."
"My scholars' library should have them."
"And an alchemy shop?"
"More demon-slaying materials? I'll guide you, my and Lynn's savior!"
"Thanks, Baron!"
Led by the baron, they found an alchemy shop, buying three dried rat brains.
"Ms. Lancaster, are we really making this…?" Isaac eyed the bag, repulsed by the dried brains.
"Alchemy uses rats, bats, toads, worms. Unavoidable," Jane explained.
"Gross," Isaac blurted.
"I used giant feces for a growth potion," Sergei chimed in.
"Giant… feces?" Isaac gaped. How rank…
"Yeah, fresh, not dried. Stunk, but worked. I grew 10 meters! Ura!"
"I'll pass on growing…" Isaac muttered.
"Here's my castle," the baron said, leading them inside. "Tell the scholar to fetch three codebooks."
A servant soon delivered them. The baron insisted on hosting dinner.
The baron and Lynn sat opposite Isaac's group. Isaac noticed Lynn kept her cloak on. Her posture reminded him of Sophia hiding her groin with Bloodwing…
"Sharp eyes, Mr. Isaac," the baron remarked.
"Huh?" Isaac flushed. "Just zoning out."
"No need for modesty," the baron said, Lynn nodding.
He unveiled Lynn's cloak, revealing a green noble gown like her vampire castle attire, floor-length. Her hands, bound behind in a V-shaped monoglove, were secured by black straps above her exposed chest. A leather muzzle, strapped at her nape, held a ball gag, evident by her strained jaw.
"Baron, this…" Isaac and Jane gawked.
"You could've harmed my wife in the castle but saved us. We trust you," the baron said.
"It's just…" Isaac floundered.
"Mmph." Lynn moaned softly. The baron gently removed her muzzle, revealing a large ball gag stretching her jaw.
"No need to be shy, Mr. Isaac. Bound, I feel safe," Lynn said, her mature poise unshaken. "My husband binds me, ensuring we're never parted again."
Unlike Anna or Sophia, Lynn didn't blush—noble resilience, Isaac thought.
The baron presented a sword. "Mr. Isaac, take this as thanks."
"No, I have weapons," Isaac demurred, crediting Sophia, Jane, and Anna.
"I know you have fine arms, but it's a token. This Inka steel cost me dearly in youth."
Inka steel? From Indi, south of Shenzhou and east of Eta, known for magic-resistant steel.
"I…"
"Don't refuse," bound Lynn urged.
"Fine." Isaac accepted. "Its name?"
"I called it Bloody Butcher—silly. Rename it."
"Slayer's Edge?" Isaac, vampire killer, suggested.
"Pfft, worse!" Sergei laughed.
"Sergei, manners," Jane scolded.
"Names don't matter." The baron raised his glass. "To Isaac, wielder of Slayer's Edge!"
"To Mr. Isaac!"
They feasted. Jane, starved on vampire swill, gorged. Lynn, bound, was fed lovingly by her husband.
"Mr. Isaac, where's Ms. Sophie, our other savior?" Lynn asked, chewing a tender morsel fed by the baron.
As Isaac hesitated, the baron fed Lynn cabbage, which she accepted gracefully.
"Er, she's not here. Sorry for her rudeness yesterday," Isaac said, recalling Sophia pointing at the baron's tortured nude body while chugging blood.
"I was terrified, but she erased my wounds miraculously. Great people, great tempers. Don't worry," the baron said.
"Good."
"May I ask about Ms. Sophie?" Lynn continued sagely.
"That she's not human—"
"No, I believe she's good."
"Then?"
"How long have you known her?"
"Ten days?"
"Before you, had she faced setbacks?"
"I don't know… probably not," Isaac said, noting Sophia's childish demeanor despite her queenly moments.
"When the vampire lord tossed her into the slave pens, I sensed her fear and sorrow," Lynn said.
"What do you mean?"
"She saved us. I want to help her."
What can we do for an invincible vampiress? Isaac wondered.
"Help her grow," Lynn said.
"Huh?"
She smiled knowingly. "Growth comes from adversity. You understand, Mr. Isaac."
"You mean—"
"I see her fragility beneath her bravado. Strong bodies need strong hearts. She was haughty when we met again, but helpless when captured. I don't want her recklessness endangering her again. Help and protect her."
Lynn saw Sophia's capture stemmed from playfulness and naivety. Ten years of hardship honed her insight, Isaac thought.
"I'll remember that. It's late; we should go." Isaac's group rose, grabbing the codebooks.
"Safe travels!" Lynn said. Her husband wiped her lips, reinserting her gag's ball, securing the muzzle.
"We won't see you off. She's shackled and tired," the baron said.
"Of course. Farewell." Isaac noted their swift return to bondage post-reunion, fueled by a decade's longing.
As they left, the baron approached Lynn, still seated, muzzled, and smiling, with a blindfold and whip.
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"Princess, Mistress, I'm ba—" Isaac opened the tent to:
"Mmphhhhh!"
"Mmphhh!"
They battled with waists and chests, using their "kill 8,000, lose 8,000" tactic, writhing to tug each other's crotch ropes, aiming for climax.
Anna, triple-plugged, looked fine, her fluids contained. Sophia, double-plugged, soaked the bed.
Blindfolded, their pained expressions were hidden.
"How many hours have you fought…?"
"Mmphhh!"
"Mmphhhhh!" Their waists clashed, groins shifting between Sophia's and Anna's sides. Sophia's ravaged groin leaked relentlessly.
Their faces dripped with each other's saliva, bit and ball gags ensuring constant drooling. How humiliating, Isaac thought.
"Ahem, no fighting!"
"Sergei, out, please?" Jane, shielding her idol's dignity, urged.
"Got it, Ura!" Sergei left for his tent.
"Mmphhh!"
"Mmph!" They ignored Isaac, battling on.
Isaac dashed out, returning with the Lyonis whip used on them before.
Crack! Crack!
"Mmphhh!"
"Mmphhhhh!"
They stopped.
"Good girls," Isaac said, unlinking their bonds and blindfolds, wiping their saliva.
"Sophia, we got the materials. Next?"
"Mmph!" Sophia grunted.
"Burn the codebooks to ash?" Jane asked.
"Mmph!" Sophia shook her head.
"What?" Jane frowned; Sophia's note said to burn them.
Sophia hopped over. Jane, unaware Sophia endured a week of bladder and bowel agony, didn't grasp her adaptation to pain.
Jane cast Cleanse and Mend, erasing Sophia's sweat and restoring her tattered suit, shirt, and fishnets.
Sophia leaned toward the codebooks, red liquid seeping from her gag, drenching them.
"Your spirit blood has data-magic properties?"
"Mmph!" Sophia nodded.
Jane, mana partially restored, split the books into three, ignited them with three Flame spells, and ground the ashes with three rat brains in a mortar, mixing with Anna's bought alcohol.
"Anything else?" Jane asked.
"Mmph!" Sophia nodded, dripping green spirit blood.
"What's this blood?"
"Mmph!" Sophia smiled, unable to elaborate.
"Mmph!" She nodded at the heater. Jane poured the mix into three flasks, heating until they boiled gold.
"Drinkable?"
"Mmph." Sophia nodded.
Jane drank first—no rat brain taste?
She knew animal materials' flavors, having used them before.
"Mmph-mmphhh-mmph—mmphh—mmphhh—mmph-mmphhh-mmph—…" Sophia grunted rhythmically, her Morse translating into Jane's mind.
"My… sec… ond… spir… it… blood… is… uni… ver… sal… al… che… my… plus… fla… vor… en… hance." Morse's slow pace took over a minute.
Universal alchemy… Sophia's green blood substituted countless materials, needing only rat brains. The flavor enhancer masked the rat taste.
"Mmphhh—mmphhh-mmphh—mmph-mmph—mmphhh—…" Sophia signaled Jane to give Isaac and Anna the potion.
Isaac drank, understanding Sophia's grunts.
He ungagged Anna, pouring the last flask into her mouth.
Gulp—Anna collapsed.
"Mmph-mmphhh—mmphhh-mmph-mmphhh-mmphhh—…" Sophia's Morse said:
"My… re… verse… fla… vor… lit… tle… bitch."
In thirty seconds, she conveyed Anna's potion lacked flavor enhancement, adding vile tastes—dragon urine, werewolf feces, toad genitals, slime, manticore guts. Harmless but revolting, Anna's collapse without vomiting was miraculous.
"Mmph-mmphhh-mmphhh—…":
"Sup… press… gag… spir… it… blood."
Sophia's blood included gag suppression, explaining Anna's restraint despite her willpower.
"You… vile… vampiress…" Anna, bound stick-straight, collapsed, poisoned-like, tears streaming, overwhelmed by thousands of foul flavors.
Sophia hopped gleefully to Anna's bed.
"That's Anna's bed," Isaac said.
"Mmph-mmphhh-mmphhhh—…":
"Love… juice."
Isaac eyed his bed, soaked with saliva, sweat, and Sophia's fluids. I'm sleeping there? Just a servant?
Sighing, he lifted the white-eyed, tearful Anna to her bed, regagging her, re-binding her face-to-face with Sophia, blindfolding them.
Anna, tongue and stomach crashed, couldn't resist. Sophia's gagged laugh rang out: "Mmph-haha!"
As Jane settled on the added cot, Isaac doused the lamp. In darkness, Sophia's Morse echoed: "Mmph-mmphhh-mmphhh—mmphhh—mmph-mmphhh-mmphhhhh—…"
"Diuretic."