Cordelia’s eyes bulged as she felt the bindings of his spell lash tightly around her body. It felt like rope. Soft sensual rope whose fibres slid against her soul with just enough rough abrasion to send shivers cascading down her spine.

She could feel his knots pressing against key points of her body. Tensing in surprise, she let out a small gasp as the knots constricted, forcing her nerves to vibrate like violin strings.

The musical sensation left her trembling.

There was no escape. She couldn’t move.

She took shallow intimate breaths. Each doing little more than teasing her undead lungs.

Never in all her long life had the Vampire felt so helpless. Her mind, which had only seconds before been a storm of rage, frustration, and hunger, was now an empty plane made peaceful by the Necromancer’s firm grip.

The emptiness was so clean and her body so relaxed that she felt as though every muscle in her body had turned to water.

Eyes wide and mouth slack, she stared vacantly at him.

Then, slowly, drew her lips back into a smile.

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Three hundred and forty-two years ago, Cordelia Covencrest selected the Accept Vampire Transformation option after being bitten by a Gentleman Vampire on a warm summer night right after a fine roast meal and a few glasses of wine too many.

After her change, he skipped town of course. So much for being his eternal love.

Still, she didn’t regret her decision. In fact, she found she rather enjoyed the solitary lifestyle and thrived quite nicely.

She advanced far enough to accept the title of Lady Vampire and was now almost halfway through progressing from Master to Eternal Vampire. She’d read this would give her, among other powers, more resistance to sunlight.

Since opening her brand-new red Vampire eyes, she’d felt powerful. She could fling grown Adventurers across the room. Could tear armour apart with her bare hands. Her fangs could tear through the scales of a Dragon.

She was, after all, an Apex Predator.

Nothing had made her feel helpless.

Nothing.

Until now…

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Petal hefted her sword and prepared to strike.

“Wait,” Worm said. “I’ve got her.”

“Are you sure? That smile of hers isn’t convincing me.”

“No, she’s under my control. Aren’t you, Cordelia?”

The vampire nodded dreamily. “Oh, yes. Yes, Master. What do you want me to do?” She hovered gently just over the hatch. “I’ll do anything for you. Anything.”

“I like her already,” Daisy said, walking up to the Vampire and returning a smile. “You’re just like me. I want to do anything for Master, too. I have a spare Maid outfit in my Inventory if you’d like to wear it. I’m Lord Pinkytoes’ new Maid, so Master might need some help during work hours.”

“Nngh,” the Vampire writhed in her magical constraints.

Petal looked at him. “You’re not going to make her wear that, are you?”

“No,” he said through gritted teeth. “And it wasn’t my idea for Daisy to wear it, either.”

The Undead Servant whirled and patted him on his cheek. “That’s because it’s my job to anticipate all your desires, Master! And I anticipated you’d love to see me wearing it.”

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Scowling, he batted Daisy aside and stepped in front of Cordelia. Squinting at her, he checked the magical bindings and nodded to himself as he went. “Everything looks fine.”

Petal kept her sword aimed at the Vampire. “How long will it hold her for?”

Worm shrugged. “As long as I want, I guess. It’s not very taxing.”

“Nngh.” Cordelia’s eyes flashed for a moment, then rolled upwards before settling back on him with a dazed expression.

“Now,” he pointed at the floor. “All that hovering is hurting my neck. Please come down.”

Obediently, the vampire dropped lightly to the ground. “What are you going to do to me?” she asked, her voice breathless in the dark. “Are you going to… ravish me now?”

“No,” he said. “Of course not. I’m going to ask questions.”

“And then will you ravish me?”

“No!”

The Vampire’s red eyes smouldered as she lifted her head to peer into his own. “You mean, you’re not going to force yourself on me?”

“Look. I just want answers so I know what to do with you. That’s all.”

“You want to find out my body’s weaknesses first so you can use that information against me? So you can dominate me further. You’re going to keep me bound like this forever, aren’t you? Using my body to satisfy your grotesque sexual perversions every day. Over and over!” As she spoke, the magical bindings stretched and tightened, causing her to moan. “The shame! The endless humiliation…”

“Umm…” Worm looked to Petal, who shrugged in response. “No. No, I’m pretty sure that’s not the plan.”

“What if I begged? Would you ravish me then?”

“Begged?”

“Please!” Cordelia screamed desperately, arching as the bonds tightened again. “Use me, Master! Use me!”

Worm stared at the performance with a mix of horror and helpless shock.

“Great,” Petal sighed. “You broke her, too.”

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“I didn’t mean to,” he said defensively. “There’s nothing in the spell description which says it has that effect. I’m pretty sure it’s not even supposed to. If anything, it should cause pain…”

Cordelia moaned again, swaying as her body throbbed within the gentle waves of ecstasy.

“You can’t leave her like this,” Petal said. “It’s a bit weird. Even for you.”

“I know. But if I let her go, she’ll probably be angry again. She’ll want to attack us.”

“No. Noo…” Cordelia murmured. “Please… Please don’t let me go…”

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Daisy crept close to the Vampire and put her face so close that their noses nearly touched. Peering deep into the Vampire’s eyes, she breathed; “How does it feel?”

“G-good…” Cordelia whimpered. “S-so good…”

“Master?” Twisting her neck to stare at him, the Undead Servant’s smile grew broad. “Do it to me!”

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“Get off me!” Worm scrambled out of Daisy’s clutches. Then raised a finger in warning. “I’ve told you not to touch me, Daisy. Don’t make me tell you again.”

Petal looked from one to the other, then at the Vampire shivering in ecstasy. “I gotta say, this isn’t exactly what I pictured Necromancers would be like. I mean, I figured it’d all be silent Skeletons and any moaning would be from Zombies shuffling out of their graves in search of brains.” She shook her head and sheathed the large sword. “I thought you’d control them with Necromantic Energy. Or with Willpower. Not with orgasms. I mean, other than the Total Count, are there other Orgasm stats?”

“I’ve had seventeen,” Daisy said. “Master made me have them all. How about you?”

Petal blushed. “That’s none of your business.”

“T-t-ten,” the confused Master Vampire said through tight lips. “E-eleven…”

Worm moved to sit on the rubble Lord Pinkytoes had been hiding behind and put his head in his hands. “I didn’t want this,” he said. “I wanted to be a Fire Mage.”

“Don’t be sad, Master,” Daisy said, skipping over to pat his back. “If it makes you feel better, you make me very hot. That’s kind of the same thing, right?”

“No,” he said, shrugging off her hand. “No, it’s really not.”

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Daisy cared for her Master, so she knew he didn’t want to be embarrassed and the number of Orgasms she’d had because of him would make him feel awkward in a social setting, so she’d lied about the number.

Every night, while he slept, she watched over him.

As he tossed and turned, tormented by nightmares, she used her cold hand to cool his brow.

When he slept deeply, she washed and dried his clothes with her own so they’d share each other’s scent.

Sometimes she lay naked on the bed beside him.

Never touching.

Just out of reach.

Her lips almost touching his own.

So close she could almost kiss him.

Daisy lied about how many orgasms she’d had because of him. But, because she considered herself an honest dead person, she’d also told the truth by always resetting her Orgasm Count when it hit one-hundred.

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Cordelia, on the other hand, wasn’t lying but neither was she able to keep an accurate count with ten stacks of Sexually Stimulated currently ticking away.

It would’ve been more, but ten was the maximum.

It should’ve been less, but her high Stamina ensured she could accept more stacks than the average person who’d struggle to last with three.

Delirious, she began to see colours she didn’t know existed.

And then she heard a heavenly ding as an Achievement popped in front of her eyes.

Congratulations, you have gained the Rope Bunny Achievement.

Another pleasant little bell announced a little pink leather collar complete with brass bell and a leash being added to her inventory.

She should have been horrified.

Should have been glaring at him with contempt, disgust, and battle rage.

Instead, she smiled deliriously at him while her undead heart bounced joyously within her chest.

“I love you,” she slurred, hoping he could feel the full depth of her emotions.

“Great,” he groaned. “Just great.”

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The first time he’d seen Aurora Angeline Asterwood, he’d felt his heart freeze in his chest.

She was beautiful.

Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Perfect mouth his raging hormones had immediately imagined kissing.

She’d stared back at him, her expression flitting from shocked to confused before settling on the kind of bored expression only those with an Aristocrat effect can pull off. Her Charisma must be high, he’d thought.

Unlike his own. He’d never put any points into it.

Norbert, sensing the growing awkwardness in the hallway with just the two of them, extended his hand with a friendly smile. “Hi. I’m Norbert Nightwhisper.”

As he spoke, another girl came out of her room, looking surprised to see him standing in front of Aurora.

“Yes, I can read, you know,” Aurora snapped, referring to his Nameplate. “Ugh. You’re that Necromancer boy. What a grubby class that is. It’ll have you digging about in graves all day long like a worm, won’t it? Is that what you are? A worm?”

The other girl giggled dutifully. “Did you just call him a worm?”

Aurora lifted her head with a sniff, turning from the stunned boy. Then her mouth twitched into a playful smile. “That’s right. I did. He’s just a little worm.”

Watching the two girls leave, the young Necromancer’s face twisted with fury. He clenched his fists briefly, almost casting Lifedrain at their backs, but remembering that wasn’t allowed in the Mages Guild’s hallways.

“One day, Aurora,” he muttered to himself. “One day, you’ll beg for mercy from me!”

He thought of this as both Cordelia and Daisy begged him not for mercy but to be wrapped in the grip of his Control Undead spell.

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He couldn’t take it anymore, so he let the spell fade.

The Master Vampire collapsed, weeping. “Please… put it back on… Master… Control me…”

“No,” he said, slamming his grimoire shut. “Now, pull yourself together.”

Her face lifted so she could pout at him. “I don’t want to.”

“No.”

Baring her fangs, she hissed at him. “Then I’ll drink your blood! All of it!”

He sighed at her, seeing through the bluff. “Sit up, Cordelia. You’re a Master Vampire, not a slave.”

“Why not?” Her eyes pleaded with him. “I swear, I’ll do anything you want. Anything at all.”

“That spell must be something else,” Petal whistled. “Almost makes me want to try it. But just so you know, Worm, I’ll kill you if you even look at me funny. Well. Funnier.”

Cordelia glared at the Mercenary. “If you try to hurt him, I’ll bleed you dry!”

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist,” Petal drawled. “He’s all yours.”

“Really?” Cordelia crawled on her belly towards him, hopeful and desperate. “Am I yours, Master?”

As she got close, he thwapped her head with his grimoire like she was a puppy. Unfortunately, that only made her grovel even more. “Look, this isn’t going to work. I need someone I can talk to. I don’t need an idiot.” He glanced sourly at Daisy. “I already have one of those…”

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Lord Pinkytoes pranced out from behind the rubble, tail swishing as he surveyed his new servant.

He wasn’t sure why she was moaning and drooling, or why the look in her eyes had shifted from blind fury to something the Kitten couldn’t understand but had a feeling was important.

While her fangs looked bitey, he told himself they were not as fine as his own.

Still, they weren’t too bad for a human. She was prime Hunter material, so he slid her into the slot and assigned his first quest for her to go out and get supper for him.

A nice fat rabbit or something.

Outside, the rain stopped as suddenly as it had begun as though approving the cat’s request.

His blue eyes flicked towards the open doorway.

Everything was as it should be…

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Cordelia blinked as she received a notification.

“Hunter?” She frowned at Worm, then searched the room until noticing the little Kitten strutting towards her. Her eyes flashed brightly with shock. “What? He’s in charge? The cat?”

“Apparently he’s the only Noble in the area,” Petal said.

“He’s an aristocat,” Daisy grinned as she picked up the cat. Lord Pinkytoes purred loudly in approval of her scritches.

“Don’t do that,” Worm told her.

“Why not? He likes it.”

“I meant the puns. Don’t do them ever again.”

“But I like puns, Master.”

He shuddered. “No one likes puns.”

“I gotta agree with Worm here,” Petal said. “They’re awful.”

Cordelia flushed guiltily. “I like them sometimes,” she said. “I mean, if they’re clever…”

“They’re never clever,” Worm scowled.

“But-”

The Necromancer held up a finger to cut the Vampire off. “Do you want to feel my Control Undead spell again?”

“Yes!” Her heart leapt at the thought.

“Then, no more puns.”

Cordelia bowed her head obediently. “Yes, Master.”

“Wow, Master. That’s not nice,” Daisy tutted.

“I’m not nice,” Worm grumbled, looking around for an appropriate place to sit.

Daisy’s grin was cunning and delighted at the same time. “Yes, but there was no need to punish her…”

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The rain switched off as suddenly as it had switched on.

This wasn’t unusual as the clouds above were only a Level Three Storm. This meant its Water Consumption was fairly low and it tended to exhaust itself quickly.

Still, the little storm grumbled with a few more bouts of thunder which struggled to shake the ruin. It tried another lightning bolt, but its Conductivity was too low so no fires were started.

Disappointed, the Storm gathered its clouds and prepared to move on.

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Petal squatted near the cellar hatch. “So, you’ve got a whole castle built under there?”

“Oh, yes,” Cordelia said, clapping her hands together proudly. “It took so long to build. But I wanted something warm and cozy, you know? The Dwarves were very good at their job. Every Hearth has an enchanted fireplace which doesn’t need to consume Wood at all. It keeps it warm but not smoky.”

“But you won’t let us inside?”

“I’m sorry,” Cordelia’s head bowed. “But I sleep in my Coffin all day, so I needed a bit of security. Well. A lot of security, actually. There’s more than one Adventurer with the Vampire Hunter Perk, you know. Anyway, the hatch is enchanted so I can only let in Party Members who have at least Level Five Friendship with me. I can’t turn it off.”

Worm considered this carefully.

His eyes had wandered over the runes inside the hatch door which confirmed the Vampire’s words. He could possibly break the enchantment, but it was Dwarven. Dwarves tended to ground their enchantments into sneaky items no one expected.

Like a dozen barrels of Black Powder positioned just under where someone would need to stand to disenchant their runes.

“Well,” he said slowly. “We didn’t expect comfort anyway. We expected what we got. A ruin. We’ll just have to make do.”

The Vampire looked genuinely sad. “I’m really sorry, Master.”

Lord Pinkytoes perched on the edge of the entrance to the cellar. Swishing his tail, he glanced back at Daisy and let out a firm meow before pawing at the opening.

“At least I get the pleasure of watching that creature sleep in the dirt, too,” Worm sneered. “Instead of on a warm bed with fluffy pillows.”

“Umm,” Cordelia winced. “He’s the owner now, Master. He can go anywhere he wants…”

As if to prove this fact, the Kitten disappeared down into the cellar with a smug purr.

Worm blinked.

“Bugger.”