"Please, no—Mmph!" Anna, seeing Isaac was serious about punishing both if one misbehaved, pleaded, but it was futile. Isaac gagged her with the red witch-sealing ball gag.
He swung the whip. Crack! It struck Sophia.
"Mmph!" Still furious, Sophia yelped in pain. Because her legs were wrapped around Anna, the whip hit Anna too.
"Mmph!" Anna cried out, but her suffering didn't end. The first lash, aimed at Sophia, only caught Anna due to their embrace. The next whip was for her.
Crack! It hit Anna's body.
"Mmph!" Anna wailed. She couldn't understand why she was dragged into Sophia's punishment.
"Mmph!" Sophia, in agony, released Anna's waist, tumbling off her thighs to the floor, utterly disheveled.
"Listen, if one of you misbehaves, both get punished. Understood?" Isaac warned.
"Mmph!" Sophia, still enraged, rolled to sit beside Anna, glaring fiercely. Terrified, Isaac whipped her again.
CRACK! The sound echoed. Sophia and Isaac had agreed he'd only strike lightly—no one would plan to be heavily whipped. But, scared witless, Isaac forgot, venting his anxiety with full force. Sophia howled in pain. Anna, no longer entangled, escaped this blow.
"Mmph!" Sophia's screams were deafening. She realized she'd frightened Isaac, and if this continued, he'd keep lashing her. Swallowing her pride, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let out a submissive, "Mmph."
"Huff—huff—" Sophia panted, trying to quell her anger.
Isaac wiped sweat from his face, relieved she complied. Maybe he'd escape her wrath? Then he remembered the plan wasn't just to whip Sophia. CRACK! A red mark bloomed on Anna's face. Isaac knew skipping Anna out of fear would mean his doom.
"Mmph!" Anna screamed. Isaac asked, "Miss Belmont, do you agree?"
"…" Anna refused to submit humiliatingly.
Crack! Crack! Two more lashes struck both women.
"Mmph!" Sophia glared at Anna with resentment. Though Isaac had calmed, she noticed he was clueless with the whip—his "restrained" blows still stung terribly, like a child wielding a knife, not meaning to kill but capable of it. Knowing Isaac was a weakling, and angering him would only make him lash harder, she blamed Anna.
"Mmph!" Sophia's glare screamed it was Anna's fault.
"Mmph!" Anna, in pain, suffered under Isaac's whip.
"Miss Belmont, agree?" Isaac asked.
"…mmph…" Anna whimpered softly, too ashamed to be louder, feeling defeated.
"Good, no more fighting." Isaac removed their gags. Anna seemed less aggressive.
Isaac worried about Sophia's earlier fury but admired her. Her psychological knowledge was masterful. Their plan—half-acted, half-genuine—reflected Sophia's desire to torment Anna. Yet, human psychology applied to her too, making her more compliant with Isaac, a realization she embraced.
"Little Zack, you! My clothes…" Sophia hadn't forgotten, glaring furiously. "Want to die? Just say it!" She stood, striding to the bed's edge. She loathed looking up at others; sitting on the floor with Anna was only for the plan to soften Anna.
"I… I'm sorry…" Isaac knelt, kowtowing, terrified he'd gone too far. Was this his end?
"Hmph, if you hadn't whipped that little bitch, I'd kill you now." Sophia glared, knowing she still needed Isaac to torment Anna—not the time to turn on him.
"Slap yourself ten times, and I'll spare you." She regretted it instantly—ten slaps couldn't atone for him seeing her sacred body. But Isaac was already slapping: "One, two, three—"
"Tch, pathetic." Seeing his weakness, Sophia felt better, her anger easing.
"Put my clothes on," she said coldly, rolling her eyes.
"Yes!" His face swollen, Isaac grabbed the dagger, aimed at the clothes, then Sophia—
Whoosh! Her underwear and queenly leather bodysuit reappeared.
"Spared, dog," she sneered. "Get to work."
"Right away!" Isaac glanced at Anna, who glared disdainfully, then at Sophia on the bed, recalling the plan. Clearing his throat, he said, "Ahem."
"What?" Sophia snapped, knowing his next question.
Addressing the kneeling Anna and seated Sophia, Isaac said, "Alright, that was a hiccup! Forget it! To the point: why did I punish you? I don't want you fighting! Can you talk it out? Sophia, let go of grudges. Miss Belmont, stop hunting Sophia." Bound, having "suffered together," even naked together, their bond had grown, making honest conversation possible.
"Impossible. Unless every Belmont is dead, hunting vampires is our destiny," Anna said.
"But you can hunt other vampires. Spare Sophia," Isaac, his face and mood recovering, urged.
"Impossible. Belmonts are stubborn. Dominatrixes are their top target," Sophia said, looking down at Anna.
"Because you're evil!" Anna retorted.
"Tch, little bitch, name our evils."
"Your clan made us vampire hunters!"
"Tch, that was my father's era. What happened between Vlad and Leon Belmont is one thing; my actions are another. You claim we're villains and you're noble. Do you believe in 'sins of the father' nonsense?" Sophia, rarely serious, showed her sage-like logic.
"Even you, Duchess Dominatrix, are evil!" Anna, unable to counter the "sins of the father" point, attacked Sophia personally.
"Hmph, name my crimes."
"You drank human blood, massacred Spurlan village in Silania."
"That was 700 years ago. I couldn't control my bloodlust. What, little bitch, never did wrong as a kid? Never hurt a cat or dog?"
Isaac found Sophia's logic flawed—youth wasn't an excuse. "Sophia, those people—"
"They were human, and I was wrong," Sophia admitted. Normally, she'd never confess, even if aware of her error. Though not an animal rights advocate, she apologized to avoid angering Isaac.
"We feed like humans eat animals. You value human life more, but after 300, I stopped drinking good people's blood. After 600, I barely drank any. Before Little Zack, my last feeding was 30 years ago—a warlord who massacred cities. You and the little bitch weren't born then. I'm practically a vegetarian, the least harmful vampire. Yet you target me as the worst. Little Zack, am I wronged?"
"Even so, you exiled our clan! National and familial vengeance tie to you!" Anna switched arguments.
"Exile? I didn't exile your ancestors."
"Liar! 300 years ago—"
"Little Anna, don't you know that was Conrad's doing?"
Conrad Dunkelhoff, a vampire earl under the Dominatrixes, ruled Valhaz in Silania and was prime minister of East and West Silania.
"What?"
"Heh, you really don't know. I was busy with earth-shaking deeds. You Belmonts slaughtered hybrids in Silania while I was incapacitated. Conrad defeated you, wanted you dead, but I forbade it. He exiled you instead. Without me, there'd be no little bitch today."
"You're lying!"
"Lying? What does your clan's chronicle say about that time?"
"I don't remember!"
"'In 1164, demons drove our clan from Silania, and the next year we migrated to Kitalia, seeking—'"
"How do you know our chronicle?" Anna was stunned, forgetting her accusations.
"Heh, I know much. Your chronicle never mentions the Dominatrixes exiling you."
"You're dodging!"
"If I lie, may my cold heart lose my soul forever." Sophia swore a sacred vampire oath, unbreakable, known to Anna.
"You witch!" Anna, speechless, maintained her defiance through posture.
"What else can you accuse me of?"
"You killed Ricardo van Dyne, the first hunter, 100 years ago!"
"Me? Killed Ricardo? Don't make me laugh, little Anna. How many false crimes will you hunters pin on me?"
"If you didn't, why do you have his silver sword?"
"Ricardo gave it to me."
"Lies! You dare speak his name?"
"Why not? He thought I was a better owner."
"You're deceiving!"
"If I killed Ricardo, where did your Meteor's Fall come from?"
Meteor's Fall was Anna's silver great crossbow used against Sophia.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't you know Ricardo used that crossbow?"
"You!"
"Get it, little Anna? If I killed Ricardo and took his sword, would I leave his crossbow for you? You were in Florenka 100 years ago. Did you trek to Silania to retrieve it?"
"This!"
"Ricardo gave it to Simon, didn't you know?"
"You dare speak my grandfather's name! You killed him!" Simon Belmont was Anna's grandfather, two generations back.
"Good grief, little Anna. Your family fell apart at 14; I don't blame you. I don't know who killed Simon—not me."
"Lies! He went to Silania to hunt you, to restore our honor, and never returned! You killed him!"
"Who saw me kill him? Witnesses? Are you Belmonts running a kangaroo court? No jury, no judge, no evidence—just plaintiffs, judges, and jury all in one? That's your justice?" Sophia's barrage left Anna speechless.
"If I killed hunters so casually, why not you? One more kick back then, and you'd be dead."
"You wanted to do evil to me!" Anna meant her current naked binding with Sophia and past torments.
"Tch, little bitch, what else can you accuse me of?"
"Even without proof you killed my grandfather, you killed Garth!"
"Garth was obsessed with fame, stole credit for your three high-hybrid kills and a dozen hunters' low-hybrid kills. Why shouldn't he die?"
"You attacked Aradell!"
"Idiot, they usually attack us, killing humans. Some fools scream 'not my kind,' but their own kind suffers. Your humans and our hybrids are equally foolish."
"But you attacked them! 600 years ago, you killed Duke Mordavia of Aradell!"
"The Mordavias stole our Aradell. What's wrong with wiping them out? Don't humans exterminate families in wars?"
"Sophia!" Isaac, eyes closed, showed disapproval.
"Tch, that was 600 years ago. I wouldn't kill kids today. Are you punishing me for 600-year-old wrongs, Mr. Isaac? Besides, I didn't kill those kids—others did," Sophia said seriously, calling him "Mr. Isaac" and admitting fault, a miracle only because of him. Normally, she'd never confess, especially since vampire morality differs from human. Without Isaac, she'd never apologize for what she didn't consider wrong.
"Stealing? That was liberation!" Anna said.
"Heh, we're the true Grand Dukes of Silania. I, no, we Dominatrixes, never relinquished the title. The Mordavias were usurpers. After I eradicated them, their successors, the Theosegu family, claimed a fake title, but they're frauds. If you don't believe me, fine, but being Silania's Grand Duchess isn't a crime, is it?"
"But you enslave and oppress Silania's people!"
"Heh, enslave? Oppress?"
"What?"
"Joke. Visit Valhaz. Taxes are low, no conscription. When enemies come, I personally impale them. Valhaz needs no government or army. Fifty years ago, I impaled 100,000 Turkic troops. The Turkic Empire hasn't dared invade since. How do I oppress my livestock?"
"Slaves?"
"Heh, my slaves are Valhaz's nobility. I treat them well. Wearing a Dominatrix golden collar is a great honor. Collar-wearers walk freely; even Dunkelhoffs can't harm them. I abolished slave pens at 200. They have castle rooms, free movement, and only need to do their jobs. Besides serving me daily without breaks, it's just a lifelong job with room and board."
Isaac understood why Sophia said, "My slaves will worry about me."
Sophia added, "Wear a Dominatrix collar, and anyone who crosses you in Silania is done. My slaves are privileged. Think I treat them like the Estruch, Markov, or Hairedin?"
Anna, speechless, seized a flaw. "If your slaves are privileged, doesn't that mean you and they oppress the people?"
"Not the same. Classes exist. Don't humans have clergy, knights, burghers, yeomen, and proletarians? Do humans oppress humans?"
"Some bad human lords do oppress."
"Not me."
"But you don't work, nor do your slaves produce. Where do your lavish castle and wealth come from?"
"The castle was Vlad's legacy. The money? Dunkelhoffs handle it." Sophia seemed to hold back.
"Heh, so you don't tax or govern? You let the Dunkelhoffs manage, tax, and hand you the spoils while you sleep, claiming you're good to humans, unlike other vampires?" Anna struck Sophia's weakness.
"What's wrong with that?! I don't harm humans!" Sophia, losing her sage demeanor, panicked like a child.
"But don't your vampires' actions reflect you? Good deeds are yours, bad ones theirs? All done by 'temps'? Aren't they your appointed earls and barons? Your agitation shows you know what they've done."
"Tch, even if it's my fault, how many human dukes or kings are better?" Sophia knew she was on shaky ground.
"Miss Belmont, even if it's her fault, it's not evil," Isaac defended. "She's just lazy, not managing her land."
"Who's lazy?! I'm doing important things!" Sophia snapped.
"Like getting bound and traveling with a human?" Isaac teased.
"You dare mock me?" Sophia glared coldly, making Isaac shrink and look away.
"Even if it's not evil, it doesn't prove she's good," Anna told Isaac.
"But it proves I'm not bad! You said it, little bitch!" Sophia grinned wickedly.
"You! I didn't!"
"You said it's not evil and can't name my crimes. You wouldn't contradict yourself, would you?"
"Hmph! I'll find your crimes!" Anna vowed.
"Then you'll stay bound!" Sophia stuck out her tongue.
"Ahem, if you fight, you'll be bound and punished together!" Isaac, stung by Sophia's glare, asserted himself.
"The little bitch will definitely be bound."
"Hmph!"
Isaac noted their discussion eased tensions. "Miss Belmont, will you stop hunting Sophia?"
"No! She's evil. I'll find proof."
"Ugh, troublesome," Isaac sighed, shaking his head.
"Time for Plan B!" Sophia grinned meaningfully. Her earlier whispers to Isaac weren't just about binding them. Plan B erased her anger over Isaac's disobedience, filling her with glee.
"What plan—What's that?" Anna stared in horror as Isaac pulled a triple-plugged chastity belt from his package.
"Plan B: if the little bitch doesn't comply, this tames her!"
"No! You—Mmph!" Isaac, who'd bought various restraints, sealed Anna's mouth with tape.
"Sorry, Miss Belmont."
"Mmph!" Isaac lifted the bound, kneeling Anna, removed her crotch rope, and wiped her three orifices clean of solids, liquids, and secretions. Aligning the belt's plugs, he thrust them in. The vaginal and anal plugs, over 20 cm long and human-shaped, were near human limits. Despite Anna's athletic 170 cm frame, she teared up in pain.
"Mmph!" she wailed.
"Little Zack, keep going!" Sophia's eyes blazed, her grin wide with excitement.
Isaac snapped the key underfoot.
"Mmph?!" Anna stared in horror.
The obsidian keyhole couldn't be duplicated, each key unique.
"Haha, little bitch, we have a master key only we know how to use," Sophia lied, claiming only she and Isaac could unlock it, aiming to control Anna via excretion.
"Mmph?!" Anna's eyes widened, unable to fathom her bodily functions under their control.
"Haha, be good, or no relief. But no more accidents!" Sophia taunted.
"Mmph?!" Anna's expression was pure despair.
"Remove her tape. She won't dare misbehave," Sophia said.
Isaac peeled it off. Anna glared but, fearing another shared whipping, stayed quiet.
"Little bitch, I need your help," Sophia said with a sly look.
"W-What?"
Sophia hopped off the bed, whispering in Anna's ear, out of Isaac's hearing. "Want to block my excretion channels?"
"What?"
"As a vampire, I don't need to excrete to live, but it's unbearable, especially when attacked. I can't control it. Today, Little Zack made me wet myself," she whispered. "It's beneath a duchess's dignity."
"Why do you, a vampire, eat and excrete?"
"Secret. I just don't want humiliating accidents, especially in front of you and Little Zack."
"I won't do something so lewd."
"Then no toilet for you, human," Sophia sneered, turning away.
"You!" Anna snapped.
Isaac, seeing their softened exchange, left them to talk, keeping Anna bound and kneeling. With Sophia's consent, he shackled her ankles with magical cuffs. They conversed all afternoon, mostly bickering, but communication eased misunderstandings.
"Dinner time. Miss Belmont, hungry?" Isaac looked at the naked, kneeling Anna, who, unaccustomed to male gazes, lowered her head. "Can I have clothes? My bag has two outfits…"
"If you don't help me, no relief or clothes!" Sophia snapped.
"You vampire!"
"Miss Belmont, hungry?" Isaac repeated. He'd bought lunch and dinner with the restraints. It was afternoon, and all were starving.
"Clothes first."
"No, you didn't agree to help Sophia." Isaac didn't know what help she needed.
"Then… feed me," Anna said, famished after the day's "battles."
"I'm eating too! Can't lose to the little bitch!" Sophia demanded.
"You're eating again?" Isaac asked.
"Yes! Feed me first!"
"No, me! Vampires don't need food!" Anna fumed at Sophia's competitiveness.
"Sophia's different from other vampires," Isaac said.
"How?" Anna demanded.
"Foolish little bitch, still clueless?" Sophia jiggled her body, flaunting her breasts, rekindling Isaac's arousal.
Anna recalled their gag-shared moments. Sophia's breath, unlike typical vampires, and her warm body were… human-like?
"Why are you like a human?" Anna realized.
"Not telling," Sophia pouted.
"Fine, I don't care," Anna said.
"Feed me first!" Sophia insisted.
"Alright," Isaac agreed.
Anna felt defeated, a pang of jealousy stirring—female rivalry?
"Ah~" Sophia opened her mouth. Isaac forked meat into it.
"You, Isaac, I want some," Anna said.
"Open."
"Ah~" Isaac fed her a piece.
"Little Zack, you said me first!" Sophia protested.
"Alternate?" Isaac suggested.
"I get first bite of everything!" Sophia demanded.
"Fine, open." Isaac forked food.
"Ah~" Sophia ate.
They alternated, driven by rivalry, finishing quickly.
"Drinks?"
"Yes," Anna said, dehydrated from sweat, fluids, and milk loss.
"Me too!" Sophia demanded, not to be outdone.
Isaac held two juice bottles like toys, tilting them into their mouths. Spillage ran down chins, necks, and breasts, enhancing their allure.
"Ugh…" Anna, her urethra locked, needed to relieve herself.
"Little bitch needs the toilet?" Sophia smirked.
"You must too, witch!" Anna glared.
"You're human. How long can you hold it?"
"I won't yield!"
"Take me to the washroom, Little Zack. I need a bath!" Sophia said.
"You get to bathe?"
"Yes, I'll relieve myself in the tub—no one sees, no shame. Didn't expect that, little bitch!" Sophia grinned.
"You!" Anna snapped.
Isaac untied Sophia's folded legs, binding them parallel and linking her shackles with a command. He princess-carried her to the washroom, placing her in the wooden tub.
"Clothes… should I—" Isaac began.
"Of course," Sophia said, then icily added, "Listen, Little Zack—"
Her deadly tone, used only when gravely serious, returned.
"You had fun today."
"N-No way," Isaac stammered, cowed by her aura, reverting to the terrified boy he was when they met.
"Listen, you saved me once, so I'll overlook you seeing me naked today."
It was too much…
"No next time, understood?"
"Y-Yes, my lady…" Her presence made him stutter.
"Every male who's seen me naked is dead," she said.
"Y-Yes, my lady."
"It's a red line."
"Y-Yes…" Isaac sweated.
"Now, close your eyes and strip me!" Her tone shifted to playful.
Isaac wiped sweat, realizing two days of dominating Sophia had made him reckless, crossing her line. No more risks…
Per her order, he closed his eyes, using Bloodheart to dispel her bodysuit. Blindly, he filled the tub by touch, then left. He missed Sophia's flushed, shy expression as she lay naked.
In the tub, Sophia writhed, water soothing her weary body, washing away sweat, fluids, and urine. After a mental struggle, she relieved herself in the water, blending it in.
"I… want a bath too," Anna said as Isaac exited. Her body reeked of sweat and morning waste.
"No, unless you help her," Isaac said.
"Ugh…"
"You need to relieve yourself, right? Help her."
"F-Fine…" Anna agreed.
Sophia's voice echoed from the washroom. "Good job, Little Zack! Change the water!"
Her relief had clouded the water. Isaac, eyes closed, entered. Sophia, seeing him, blushed intensely despite his blindness.
He lifted her naked body, touching sensitive areas.
"Not there! Or there! Or here! Aagh!" Isaac, blind, touched forbidden spots.
"Change the water! Bucket's on your right!" He drained the tub and refilled it blindly.
"Put me back! Aagh! Not there!" He touched another off-limits spot.
Placing her in the tub, he blindly exited, leaving a crimson-faced Sophia.
"She agreed," Isaac called through the door.
"I heard!" Sophia replied.
"Relief for her first, or…"
"She helps me first!"
"Alright, wait."
Later, Anna, legs unbound but wrists tied and wearing the triple-plugged chastity belt, backed into the washroom, opening the door with her bound hands, entering naked.