The Punishment of A Demon General

 

I float in the darkness, exhausted and drained from the experience, not particularly physically since this isn't exactly a physical realm, but certainly mentally. Maybe I should try doing the opposite instead of trying to please them this time?

I mean, I don't even know if I'll wake up at this point since I've 'lost'... Though, possibly the heroine will consider it a 'tie' since we both passed out at the same time? I guess that would finally be a proper perk to this damnable curse.

Maybe I should pretend to act like that fake when I wake up? If I do that, then she may mistake me for the 'winner' since we both look identical.

Ugh, I hate being alone with my thoughts during times like these, it never leads to productive thinking. While I can make plans for the future, once that's over with all that's left is uncertainty and anxiety. I don't even get the satisfaction of taking deep breaths either! It's a dream after all.

I'll wait and see first, I can always decide to not try and satisfy this thing after I see what kind of trash they are. I don't really have much in the way of hopes in that regards...

I mean, not only are they a half-demon, but they agreed to this kind of shitty plan, they're probably some sort of insane freak like the heroine is!

Cons of having human blood, really. I'm glad I don't have the misfortune to be one of them, especially considering what I know about humans from the heroine now.

Honestly? I thought heroes were supposed to be interesting and cool, and chivalrous and all that. I remember occasions when I was more of a street-rat level demon that I would fantasize about fighting the hero in a great duel, and maybe they would lose because they had honor and I fought through tactics of deceit and stuff.

I was young, okay? Though now I know that this heroine is worse than any demon, and that kind of removes the whole 'epic battle between good and evil' fantasy. Evil and evil is boring, okay?

I'd almost be tempted to try and be a goodie two shoes to try and at least make some sort of semblance of that original dream, but that's a laughable idea. I mean seriously, if there has ever been a good demon they certainly only lasted a month at best before getting killed by someone.

Though... I'm probably gonna die to the heroine's hands anyway, right? What if I try to do it before then, and then if I can manage to convince Wrath to kill her, then just forget about it.

Can you just 'become' good, though? I dunno, really. First of all, what even makes someone 'good?' What would I have to not do? I don't even know if it would be fun, honestly, so it might not be worth it.

I can't even ask the heroine how to do it because there's no way she knows, but maybe I can ask... Fluffy? ... Wow, the only good person in the heroine's party is Fluffy.

Now that I think about it, everyone I enslave is usually kind of cute and sweet, maybe that's what being good means? People like Fluffy and Puppy...

I don't think I could do that, honestly, being all subby and cute. Does being good seriously just mean being a subby sweetheart, though?

Not even that, if the heroine who is supposed to be the 'pinnacle of the good humans' can't even manage to be good, what hope is there for me?

Oh, thank God! I'm interrupted by the shimmering ripples of chaotic dreams appearing, though this one feels far more demonic and sinister, more like a demon than a human... I suppose that confirms the half-demon theory?

I poke it, the shadowy and angry ripples spreading out to fill the space, allowing me to stand upright. I'm slightly disoriented by the shifting location before it finally settles. Um, why...

... Why are we in the Demon Lord's throne room? I mean, I've seen it, so I guess it's not too far-fetched that it could be formed from my memories, but of all places why here specifically?

My heart begins to pound in anxiety, the dark and violent looking walls draped in various tapestries of blood and war bringing back not so pleasant memories of the cruelties the Demon Lord is capable of.

This isn't going to be some torture porn, right? I really, really hate it when I get people who are into snuff or extreme torture... It's never pleasant.

I guess when I get people that like it being done to them it's fine? I think that's only ever happened once, though, and what are the odds it would happen again at this moment?

My head spins as I squirm in anxiety, some shadows begin to form at my side while I wait, defined bodies becoming topped with recognizable faces shortly after.

... Okay, now this is really getting unnerving, all of the Demon Generals are here... Well, minus Envy it looks like, but still!

Wrath is there, standing tall and broad with her angry gaze locked on the throne, her literally fiery locks trailing down her dark skin to her dark ankles, the heat radiating off it practically daring anyone to even try to grab it in a fight. Her eternal glare still sending shivers down my spine, her eyes glowing a deep magmatic red much like her hair.

Greed is kneeling down, a portly man who is dwarven in stature with an aggressive adornment of various jewelries, including the monocle everyone would expect from a man of his vocation. Greed doesn't frequently take that form though, so I'm not exactly sure why that one was chosen for this situation. Regardless of appearance, he's always creepy in the way that his eyes always look like they're trying to find some way to profit off of your imminent demise.

Gluttony is a surprisingly well-kept man, standing even higher than Wrath at approximately nine feet tall, he wears a dress shirt tucked into an ironed pair of trousers, it gives him an air of some sort of model, or a corporate head-honcho. He's got some tidy facial hair as well, and we often like to joke that's just because he wants to save some of his meal for later.

Another shocker is that Pride is in her female form this time, usually a form reserved for more private occasions like personal visits or when she's alone in the library. This would normally be considered a public occasion by all accounts, especially due to the fact that if all of us have gathered in the Demon Lord's throne room together, something really annoying has happened.

Pride's female form is blonde and curvy, her gaze showing off a vast intellect she will be oh-so-eager to inform you about. I've always wondered, but in all her forms she's not actually that tall, I mean you'd think someone who wanted to be 'prideful' would stand over everyone. Perhaps it's because among the Demon Generals a shorter height is uncommon?

Okay, I think I've procrastinated enough staring at my lovely co-workers, I guess I'll address the elephant in the room.

Envy sits on the throne with a disdainful gaze, looking down upon us with their stormy grey irises, their almost albino face indistinct of either sex as is normal with their choice of appearance. Their fangs peek out of their slightly upwards curved lips, which alongside their faintly pointed ears, give them an almost vampiric appearance.

Strangely enough, none of the others find this to be a strange situation at all, so it seems like in this fantasy world Envy being the Demon Lord is normal.

... That's a tiny bit concerning. First of all, where are all the fetishes? Second of all, where is the half-demon trash? Third of all, why the heck isn't anyone saying anything?!

"I assume your silence is an admittance of your guilt?" Envy says to... Who exactly? Wait, are you talking to me?! What 'guilt' what exactly did I do wrong?!

"Y-yes, um... N-no, I'm not guilty!" I almost screwed that up immediately, but I managed to save it. Yes, I'm nervous, why the hell wouldn't I be? Envy by far is the most unstable of all of us, and if they're made from my memories, that's even worse...

"Oho, so you're not guilty, you say?" Envy chides, making me shiver with their uncomfortably smug and derisive grin. Honestly I should just run, shouldn't I? I mean, I've already decided I could test it this time, right?

Also wait, whose fetish is persecuting me, exactly?! Why am I here?! I want to scream, but I decide to just hold it in and nod weakly, maybe I'll be able to get out of this with a servile enough attitude.

"I see, I see... So you're saying all the Generals are lying, and you're being framed, mm?" Envy's words send a deep chill of dread through my spine. Wait, all of them are the ones accusing me of whatever this crime is?

I need to salvage this, quickly, there's no way they'll believe me if it's their word against mine! "N-no, I don't mean they're lying, I just mean it's um... It's a misunderstanding, really!" With my limited knowledge, I have to go for the 'it's all a misunderstanding' tactic, I don't think there's much else I can do.

"So you're saying you just happened to use the words 'Demon Lord' and 'is a huge bitch' in the same sentence, and all of them just so happened to gloss over the necessary words to make this not exactly what you said?" ... I'm fucked. If there's one thing Envy hates, it's people talking behind their back. I've even seen demons killed for complimenting them behind their back... Snuff fetish it is, possibly even torture.

"I'm sorry, I uh... I was just frustrated in the moment, and I misspoke. I meant to say 'Being a Demon General is a bitch.'" I don't think this will save me, but it doesn't hurt to try... Maybe I'll toss in some flattery too. "I just got it mixed up because I'm always thinking of our wonderful Demon Lord, so it came out wrong..."

"Oh, and it took you this long to correct it after you 'misspoke'? I would have thought that someone in such a high position like yourself would understand to correct any mistakes as they happen." Envy rolls their hand, the derision in their gaze only growing worse as they look down on me.

Honestly, as much as I was entertaining running away, I don't think it's going to be possible for me to escape everyone here. If I'm gonna get out of this, I just need to do what Envy adores most.

I prostrate myself before the throne, the dress that had formed on me at the beginning of the dream crumpling as I tilt my body to press my forehead against the floor.

"I have committed a grave mistake, I really didn't mean to speak ill of our wonderful Demon Lord, it was truly an accident! I will never make such an error again in the future!" Pride is for chumps, also this is a dream so I can do whatever I want!

Excuses for my own sanity aside, all I hear is silence for several moments, unable to see with my head pressed into the ground.

Suddenly, I feel something on the back of my head, pressing down with authoritative force, a something I can only guess is their foot. "You are correct, you will never make such an error again."

I'm pulled off the ground by my hair, drawing a surprised yelp from me as I'm brought face to face with Envy, our eyes locking. "A pet isn't allowed to speak, after all."

I try to open my mouth to question this before I'm interrupted by a ball gag suddenly being shoved into my mouth. They manage to latch it behind my head with one hand, the other still holding me up by my hair.

I make questioning grunts as she begins to drag me across the throne room and into the hall. Their voice shouting curtly once they've left the room with me. "Dismissed! And find another candidate for Lust!"

What do you mean 'another candidate', and can't you just let me walk?! I let out more muffled noises of frustration, trying to protest this uncomfortable position.

After several noisy moments of being dragged through the hall, I'm brought into a room and thrown onto a bed like used laundry, the door being slammed shut immediately after.

I attempt to undo the gag before they can do anything more, but that immediately fails as my arms are locked behind my back in a painful vice-grip from Envy. All I can do is helplessly whine in pain as they forcefully press me down into the bed, burying my face into the sheets.

I can feel coarse bindings begin to wrap around my wrists, tying them together with a firmness that begets no resistance, my legs flailing at the edge of the bed while I try to escape through it all. With a final uncomfortable tug my arms are firmly locked into place. The bindings are tight enough to remind me of their presence at all times, but not enough to completely cut off circulation.

I'm flipped back over once more without any consideration, leaving me staring up at a very displeased looking Envy, their faintly pouty lips curved down into a frown while they look me over like I'm spoiled goods.

That androgynous face extends to the entire body as well, nothing distinctly gendered in either way, the strength is definitely not something one would expect from the lithe body type, slender arms not offering any indication of the underlying power.

Envy never really seemed like much of a lustful person, but I guess whoever made this dream certainly thinks of them that way. I squirm some more, letting out muffled noises, desperately trying to communicate to them to at least return to some form of dialogue rather than... Whatever this is.

My muffled cries are silenced by a hand against my throat, squeezing down just enough to draw a mortified squeak from me. While I know that I don't need to breathe, there's still an inherent fear when someone who can crush you like a bug wraps a hand around what was once one of your more vulnerable areas.

I can't help but go silent after that, my gaze wavering as I look up to Envy, trying to act a bit more pitiful to hopefully get at least some shred of mercy from them. "Pathetic as usual, Miss Ilvia." ... What? The fuck do you mean 'as usual', you bitch?!

I glare at them, trying to give them a firm kick, consequences be damned. It's a dream, so fuck you! My kick actually manages to send them back a couple feet, having landed squarely on their chest.

They look at me with an amused grin, a far cry from the disrespectful and insulting gaze they had once had. Um, okay, maybe I should have thought about the consequences before kicking, that expression on Envy is honestly more unnerving than the one before.

"Aaah, there you are my spicy darling, finally back among the living I see." Their voice lilts cheerfully, though it's not fully reflected in their expression, making the words feel all the more unnerving.

"When you knelt and begged before me I almost thought someone had replaced you, but I see that's just another side to my lovely little pet." They step forward, caressing my face with a disconcerting gentleness, a gaze full of obsession beaming down at me.

Okay, what the fuck? Who are you?! I try to place a kick with both legs once again square on their chest, but my legs are caught by both of their hands. They push my legs up and behind my head, leaving me in an uncomfortable and vulnerable position.

My dress has completely blinded me at the same time, having been pulled taut over my face thanks to my ankles being behind my head, making it even more difficult to struggle against this creepy fake-Envy.

Before I can even try to wriggle out of it, though, I can feel my ankles being tied together. I begin to writhe in an even greater urgency, hardly able to budge at all against the gargantuan strength holding me.

I suddenly hear a snicker from in front of me, one that quickly devolves into gut-wrenching laughter, Envy clearly getting a kick out of the sight of me being tied up in this humiliating and awkward fashion.

I can't even complain either! I'm really trying! I continue to try and make muffled noises out past my gag. Can't see, can't speak, all I can hear is this asshole laughing at me! You're the one who put me in this position, what exactly is so funny about that?!

My complaints are interrupted by a tearing noise, accompanied by a breezy feeling suddenly encompassing my rear and crotch, the interruption is only brief as my complaints become even more frenzied, trying to protest against the current situation.

"Aahh... You know, I've always wanted to do this, I've always envied everyone who got to toy with you so much." I can feel their thumbs begin to gently run across the sensitive inner of my thighs, gradually approaching my crotch, which I can feel beginning to heat up with arousal.

"But I've got something the others don't have~. Diligence... And ownership." I feel their finger and thumb squeeze the tip of my cock, causing my hips to jump slightly in surprise, not having expected it.

Fuck, why did this bastard have to give me both this time too?! I mean, I know that's probably all they think I have, but still!

My inner protests don't seem to stop the teasing motions of the fingers massaging the tip of my cock. My dick hardens and throbs in excitement, gradually growing to what feels like... Three inches at best, maybe? Okay, I can stand you giving both, but why on earth did you make it-

A whimper suddenly erupts from my lips as my pussy is suddenly spread wide by a new pair of fingers, completely catching me off guard with the stimulation, my folds being stroked with aggression, occasionally grazing my clit with each motion.

I hate not being able to see, I can't tell what this bastard is going to do next! I writhe weakly once again, trying to escape my bindings somehow, hoping to be able to brute force them open somehow.

"Pffft... You're so cute, Ilvia, struggling like an insect caught in my web~. I truly love that about you, you know? Despite the circumstances, you never cease to find new and amusing ways to try and struggle your way out of it." What the hell kind of creepy confession is that?! 'I like you because you struggle in a way I find cute', like, what?!

My verbal and mental protests seem to fall on deaf ears however as I can begin to feel the massage begin to grow in intensity. A third finger has been added to the mix, gripping onto my cock while the thumb grinds against the underside in a frustratingly intense way, my hips beginning to roll as I gasp with each motion.

They spread my entrance with two fingers, a thumb swirling around my clit with passion, drawing unintentional squeaks from my throat. I really hate that they gave me a clit too, that should be mutually exclusive with a cock, dammit!

This mental protest seems to have somehow worked, much to my misfortune, as their index and thumb begin to wrap around my clit, stroking it in time with the massage on my cock, causing my hips to jump in rhythm with the touches, my legs helplessly quivering at my sides.

All I can do is try to verbally protest even more earnestly, though it isn't very convincing with my moans blending into it. Fuck, Envy's barely done anything yet, why does it feel so fucking good?!

"Aah, look at this cute little cock and clit, what are you thinking about down there, mm? Are you trying to tell me to stop? Or maybe..." Punctuating this, they suddenly thrust a finger into me. They begin rubbing with a vengeance, a simple motion made far more intense by the constant torture of my dick and clit.

"Or are you begging for more? Begging for me to break this pathetic pussy of yours?" I want to shout at them to fuck off, but all that comes out are noises barely distinguishable between anger and pleasure.

Heat builds within me at a breakneck pace, causing me to writhe even harder, straining against the binds as much as I can but to no avail. Aaah, why can't I be as strong as I want in these dreams?!

"Is that a yes?" I can't help but yelp loudly when I hear them whisper right into my ear, my body on edge from the blind contact.

They slowly insert a second finger, thumb continuing to mercilessly swirl around the overstimulated nub, sending constant jolts of pleasure through my body, my cries growing even more earnest with each touch.

I don't know how I manage it, but in my throes of pleasure and attempts to escape I finally manage to crack through the wooden ball gag, making it fall apart just enough to spit out the chunks.

"F... fuck... oh... Fuck off...!" I use my utmost resistance to speak up through the dress still covering my face, causing the fingers massaging me to suddenly pinch my insides and grip hard onto my cock, causing my body to nearly fold over in a mix of pain and pleasure.

My vision suddenly returns to me, needing to blink a few times to clear the pained tears from my eyes, revealing a frowning Envy looking at me with a disappointed expression.

"Honestly, this is why you never got anything done, you know?" I stare, dazed from pleasure and confusion, what do they mean by that? I open my mouth to complain, but they don't give me the opening to speak.

"What kind of Demon General of Lust can't even sit there and cum like a good pet? Do you have to make everything a chore for everyone else?" Their words are marked with disappointment and annoyance of similar clarity to the expression on their face.

Am I just too used to the heroine? Why am I so shocked that someone talked back to me? You do realize you're saying all this while fingers deep into me, right? Who's the one who should have some shame?!

"Go on then, speak. Speak your pitiful little words." They egg me on with their continued derision, bringing an even deeper heat to my cheeks.

"... U-uh... Stop?" Honestly, that's all I've got. Every time I try to pull something from my brain it just goes blank, leaving me helpless to even verbally fight back.

"No. Happy?" They curtly respond, beginning to immediately thrust their fingers into me once more, this time with an almost mind numbing accuracy into all of my most sensitive areas that makes the previous motions seem like they were just teasing.

Any response I could make was overwritten by a squeal as I watch my cock get engulfed by a hand that begins to jerk me off in torturous vigor, causing my hips to buck up repeatedly in ecstasy.

"Is this what I need to do then? Is this what I need to make you cum yourself stupid, you little slut? Tell me." Their words drive into me like nails digging into my skin, the bitterness of their words only serving to make the sweetness of the pleasure all the more enticing.

Instead of waiting for a response Envy manages to slip the rest of their hand inside of me in one smooth motion. She abandons my poor clit and massages at my furthest reaches each time I try to speak, each push sending me squirming and gasping, interrupting my speech each time.

"I said tell me. Is it that you're only good for fucking the weakest trash like those slaves?" The grip on my cock only grows firmer, spreading out my dribbles of pre-cum all over me while I helplessly hump back against it, my crotch practically melting under the boiling heat of my arousal, unable to resist the oncoming threat of orgasm even if I wanted to, my head completely numb with pleasure.

"You went through all that effort to speak and you can't even say a word? Are you trying to test my patience? If you had any dignity left, you'd at least cum." As if on command, though I would be loathe to admit it ever were, I cum extraordinarily hard. My hips raise in shuddering bursts as I soak Envy up to the wrist, weak white streaks painting the hand that continues to jerk my cock, leaving me sunken in bliss.

"Good, at least you can listen to some orders." Their sour words mark each thrust into my pussy, my eyes fluttering as I hump the air listlessly, my orgasm being pushed to an incredible limit as they use their hands to milk every bit of my mind out through my crotch.

My lips open to beg them to stop, but all that comes out are continued cries of ecstasy, the pulsing pleasure that's erupting through my body making each motion feel more intense than the last.

"At least you've done something correct. That face of yours is only good for showing others how much of a good slut you are cumming your heart out, right?" Their words draw out more weak whimpers, me trying my utmost to deny it, only to be lost in the flurry of pleasure following suit. My cock continues to shoot out weak bursts like a broken faucet, making the orgasm seem like it's lasting forever.

"Is it because I'm rewarding you? Do you need a reward to do something as simple as cum for your owner?" Their chiding voice doesn't stop, constantly berating me while slamming her hand deep within me, their hand slowly curling into a fist to batter my womb with, the intense fullness setting of more fireworks of pleasure in my mind, each motion encouraging my orgasm on just a little longer, leaving me gasping and quivering under them.

"I see, is that so? If my stupid little slut needs a reward, I'll be generous this time." I'm barely even able to register them moving down before I feel lips wrap around my clit, a tongue beginning to whip and crush it with terrible strength.

My hips hump weakly in circles with the swirling of the tongue, the final layer to the pleasure peeling away any remaining defenses I had. I can feel my abdomen tense almost painfully hard as my inner walls squeeze down on the hand uncontrollably, each motion on my cock feeling like they're purposely dragging out every ounce of my cum, leaving me begging for more between cries of bliss.

"I see, you do respond better to rewards, mm? Do you want more? Do you want me to mess you up?" Their voice contains a mirth that hadn't been seen yet, seeming finally satisfied with my reactions.

I can only manage to choke out something that might vaguely resemble a 'yes' before everything begins to fade into darkness once more, my final memory before a deep sleep being sheer pleasure.

+Okay, hot chapter aside, I asked Fluffy to bring her some sweets and stuff. She didn't seem to turn them away, so I think that's a good sign? ... Probably.+

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+Uh, so... Wow, this feels awkward... I may or may not have put a certain key under one of the sweets, so maybe she'll appreciate it?+

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+Fluffy wouldn't lose the key, right?+

Author's Note:

100k words, hooray!

I need to do some more dommy stuff, a dumb sub makes dumb sub stuff though.

Last chapter made me think of verbal abuse, just the lewd kind. That's what inspired this chapter.

Hopefully it wasn't too much, I did my best to make it feel 'fun' still.

Self proof-reading is hard.