Chesia the Demon King's Journey into Tight Bondage

"Heh heh, Asmodeus is always spouting such boring platitudes. Instead of talking, you could be handling more affairs to lighten the load for Lord Chesia." Listening to their usual bickering, Chesia impatiently brushed a strand of hair from her ear. "You two, stop arguing. Think of something to help me pass the time. Like, where can I find any more strong opponents to challenge?" "Even if you say that, Lord Chesia, you've already conquered the world. The human army is no match for you, and even the Hero has become your prisoner. Unless the Goddess herself appears, where else can you find a worthy opponent?" "So it's because I'm too strong? I had some expectations for that Hero, but he was so weak..." Chesia leaned back on the armrest of her throne, bored. "If you feel you can't find an opponent because you're too strong, I have a solution." Hearing this, Chesia immediately sat up, energized. "What solution? Tell me, Sister Asmodeus." "The royal family possesses a sacred artifact passed down through generations, the 'Ring of Verta.' It's said to be an item left by the Goddess who sealed the Demon King a thousand years ago, and it seems to contain the power to suppress demon kings," Asmodeus explained. "A sacred artifact used by the Goddess to suppress demon kings? There's such a thing?" Chesia exclaimed in surprise. "Actually, I only discovered it by chance while organizing the royal treasury. The treasury holds countless treasures, so naturally, you wouldn't know about something so inconspicuous." "Hurry and bring it to me, let me see!" Chesia jumped up excitedly. A while later, Asmodeus returned from the treasury with a small box and placed it before Chesia. Chesia eagerly opened the lid. "...This is the Goddess's sacred artifact you mentioned?" Chesia eyed the plain leather collar in the box suspiciously. It looked no different from an ordinary collar, except for a dull, lusterless ruby embedded in the center. Chesia tried to sense the gem's interior, but there wasn't even a trace of magic. She doubted this thing could even restrain a large dog, let alone seal a demon king. "The treasury records describe it as such, but it is a thousand-year-old item, so it might have long since lost its power." "Oh... I'll try wearing it then." Chesia picked up the collar and placed it around her slender neck, adjusting it to the most comfortable fit while tightening the leather strap with her fingers. "...Lord Chesia, be careful," Mammon said with concern. Chesia waved her hand dismissively, indicating she was fine. "Mmm... I don't feel anything. This thing must be broken then." Chesia tugged at the collar she had just put on. Apart from a slight sense of restraint, nothing had changed. Her immense magical power still flowed freely within her body; she could unleash a magic spell capable of vaporizing a city in an instant if she wished. "Asmodeus, try channeling some magic into this gem." "Yes." Asmodeus raised her hand, and crimson magic coalesced in her palm, flowing into the gem on Chesia's collar. "...Ah...!" Chesia suddenly cried out. Asmodeus flinched and quickly withdrew her hand. "Are you alright, Lord Chesia?" "...I'm... fine, it's just..." Chesia slowly lowered her head. The gem on the collar, which had been dull moments ago, now glowed with a faint red light. At the same time, she felt an unknown force invade her body, slightly hindering the flow of her magic. However, her power remained almost entirely undiminished. Chesia commanded again, "Continue, Asmodeus." "B-but..." Asmodeus hesitated. "I said continue." "...Yes." Asmodeus raised her hand again, and the condensed magic flowed into the gem bit by bit. The gem's red glow intensified, starting as a dark red with a hint of pink, eventually turning into a blinding blood-red. Chesia's breathing also grew ragged. "L-Lord Chesia...! Stop it, Asmodeus!" Seeing Chesia's complexion change, Mammon immediately shouted, rushing forward to support Chesia, who was swaying on her feet. "Lord Chesia...! Are you alright!" "...I'm... fine..." Chesia said, though her face had turned pale, and a fine sheen of sweat beaded on her forehead. "I'll call a demon doctor right away...!" Asmodeus was about to summon a healer when Chesia stopped her. "Wait, Asmodeus, no need..." Then, Chesia broke free from Mammon's embrace and, leaning on the throne beside her, struggled to stand. Her steps were still unsteady, as if she might collapse at any moment. She clenched her fist lightly and smiled. "...As expected of a Goddess's sacred artifact, it's truly powerful. My magic is only at this level now." Saying this, she extended her right index finger. Asmodeus and Mammon recognized it as the incantation for a powerful spell. However, at this moment, Chesia's fingertip sputtered like damp firewood, producing only a brief spark before quickly extinguishing. "W-what... how can this be...? Your immense magical power..." Mammon covered her mouth in astonishment. "I can't even cast the most basic magic now... and this gem doesn't seem to be full yet. If you continue to pour magic into it, I might not even have the strength to move my fingers... The Goddess's sacred artifact truly lives up to its name, haha." "C-can this be removed?!" Asmodeus asked urgently. "Of course, it can. The person who poured the magic into it, Asmodeus, can simply absorb it back. But only you can... meaning, if you suddenly decided to betray me right now, I'd be at your mercy," Chesia said with a seductive smile, as if she weren't the one in crisis. "Lord Chesia! I would never dare to have such thoughts!" Asmodeus immediately knelt, pledging her loyalty to the young Demon Lord. "Heh heh, I know. Even if the sky were to fall, you would never betray me." Chesia smiled and leaned down. "I... I will remove the seal for you immediately...!" "Wait, Asmodeus, Mammon, I've suddenly thought of an interesting plan... A plan to keep me from being bored anymore." "?" Asmodeus and Mammon looked at Chesia's smiling face with confusion. Chesia began to explain her idea to them.

The girl bound to the rack was named Noelle, the contemporary "Hero" chosen by the goddess... or rather, not. Historically, whenever humanity faced an existential crisis, the goddess would appear and select a hero to save them. But in this era, the goddess had not appeared. To maintain public morale, the Empire's Emperor had no choice but to present a fake hero under the goddess's name. And the unfortunate soul forced into this role as a sacrifice was Noelle. She was originally the daughter of a minor noble, who had always admired the legendary heroes. Thus, she had diligently practiced swordsmanship since childhood, becoming a well-known swordswoman in the imperial capital. The Emperor, using her family as leverage, forced her to impersonate a hero and hunt the Demon Lord. Though Noelle knew she was likely doomed, she had no choice but to go along with it to protect her family. She infiltrated the Demon Lord's castle and was quickly captured by the Demon Lord's army. She was supposed to be executed immediately, but the Demon Lord, Chesia, upon hearing she was the Hero, became intrigued and insisted on a one-on-one fight. As expected, the fake hero Noelle was utterly crushed. Chesia, though disappointed, did not kill her but instead imprisoned her in the dungeon. (That Demon Lord... she's a monster... let alone me, even a real hero probably couldn't win...) Every time Noelle recalled Chesia's terrifying power, she would tremble with fear. She was considered a master swordswoman among humans, but the gap between her and Chesia, a force of nature in human form, was simply too vast. Fortunately, Chesia had realized her true strength in time and halted her spell, otherwise, even the residual energy of the magic would have been enough to kill Noelle ten times over. (What will happen to me in the future... will I be killed... even if I escape, the Emperor will silence me, won't he... Waaah... I don't want to die...) Just as Noelle was weeping in despair, the cell door creaked open. Walking in was the very young Demon Lord she feared to death, followed closely by Asmodeus and Mammon. (The Demon Lord...! And her two attendants...!) "Waaah...! Waaah-mmph mmph...!" Noelle, believing she was about to be killed, struggled desperately. The rack creaked loudly under her movements, and muffled, desperate cries escaped her gagged mouth. "It seems you still have plenty of energy. That's good, Hero." Chesia sat on a table in front of her, tilting her chin up. Asmodeus stepped forward and removed the gag from Noelle's mouth. "Haaah... P-please... No, don't kill me... I'm not a hero at all...!" Noelle's first words upon regaining her freedom were pleas for mercy. "Haha, what are you talking about? Did two days in the dungeon scramble your brains?" Chesia chuckled, amused. "I'm sorry... I'm truly sorry for infiltrating the Demon Lord's castle... But I was forced by the Emperor, I had no choice... Please don't kill me... I don't want to die... Waaah..." "I'm not here to kill you. I intend to let you go." "Waaah, I knew I was going to die... What did you say?" Noelle looked up in surprise, thinking she had misheard. "I said, I intend to let you go." Chesia rested her chin on her hands and smiled. "...You're really going to let me go...? No, wait. Do you think killing me normally isn't satisfying enough, so you want to torture me in a more cruel way...?" "I have no taste for slaughtering humans. I'm letting you go simply because you're still useful to me, and for no other reason." "...Useful? I... I'm not a real hero... I'm probably not much use to you..." "Whether you're useful to me is my decision, not yours." Chesia rested her chin on one hand, gazing at Noelle with a playful, appraising look, as if she were a pet. "...Y-yes... Then what do you want me to do...?" "It's simple, something you can definitely do. You just said you're not a real hero, right? But most humans are unaware of this. To them, your status as 'Hero' is still valid." "You... you want me to use my Hero status as an inside informant?! ...Then you might as well kill me. Even though I'm a fake hero, I'm still a noble. I won't do anything to betray humanity...!" "Oh? Suddenly gaining some backbone, are we? Then I shall grant your wish and let you die?" Chesia lightly raised a finger. "Eek! N-no! While I can't do anything harmful, I'll do anything else. Please spare me...!" "Pfft, you're quite amusing. Don't worry, I don't intend for you to do anything bad. Not only is it not a bad deed, but it's also an opportunity for you to wash away your shame and gain widespread fame." Chesia wore a sly smile. "...An opportunity?" Noelle stopped crying and asked, confused. "As you can see, I am too powerful. No one is my match, and all things in the world bow before me. The price of being too strong is this: I am incredibly bored every day, and nothing brings me the slightest bit of amusement... Therefore, I intend to discard this strength in exchange for the solace of a meager life." "...I'm sorry, I didn't understand." "Alright, then I'll explain it in a way you can understand." Chesia gently wagged her index finger in the air. "The story goes like this: You, as the Hero, single-handedly infiltrated the Demon Lord's castle. However, the Demon Lord was too strong, and you couldn't [X_X] her. You were surrounded by the Demon Lord's army, so you took the Demon Lord's sister hostage and managed to escape the castle safely. After leaving the castle, you didn't release her as promised. Instead, you bound her and prepared to escort her back to the human empire as a captive."

Noelle froze, remembering that the only reason she was forced to impersonate the hero was because the Emperor had threatened her family's lives… Only by personally meeting the Emperor and showing him her achievements could she possibly save her family. "I… I understand… I'll listen to you…" Gritting her teeth, Noelle slowly removed her leather armor, followed by her leotard, stockings, bra, and panties, laying them aside. Completely naked, Noelle turned her head, blushing, and asked Vinaish, "Is… is this okay?" "Very well, then, I shall proceed with the binding." Vinaish stepped forward, grasping Noelle's hands and crossing her wrists behind her back. Noelle's skin felt the touch of the rope, and her body trembled involuntarily, recalling the despair of her days imprisoned in the Demon King's dungeon just a few days prior. "Hero-sama?" "Ah, I… I'm fine…!" Noelle quickly straightened up, sweeping the fear from her mind. That's right, she was indeed a fake hero thrust into this role, but she had truly captured a demon captive from the Demon King's castle. This achievement could not be denied. The Emperor would not go back on his word; he would surely release her family as promised. Vinaish placed the rope in her hand on the back of Noelle's neck, then looped it around her throat from both sides, bringing it to her back. Vinaish picked up the right side of the rope and began to wrap it around Noelle's right arm. After several coils around her upper and forearm, she repeated the process with the left side of the rope on Noelle's left arm, continuing until her wrists. Vinaish crossed Noelle's wrists and brought them together, wrapping the ropes from both sides around them, binding her hands. Then, Vinaish pulled the rope at her wrists up through the neck loop, forcefully lifting her hands towards her neck. "Ah…!" Noelle couldn't help but moan, a strong tightening sensation in her wrists and arms. Because her wrists were connected to the neck loop, any struggle would even compress her throat. This simple yet painful binding method quickly made Noelle uncomfortable. "It… it hurts a little… Princess Vinaish, could you please loosen it?" "Hero-sama, this is called 'five-flower binding'… it's a method specifically used to restrain prisoners," Vinaish said coldly after tying a secure knot. "What…?! Prisoners…?! Ah…?!" Suddenly, Noelle felt Vinaish slip something around her neck. By the feel of it, it seemed to be a noose… but slightly looser than the one currently tightening around her neck. Abruptly, the dark room was flooded with light. The intense brightness forced Noelle to close her eyes. After a long while, she slowly opened them again, only to be met with a sight that left her dumbfounded. "This… this is…?" In the brightly lit room stood a wooden platform about a meter high. Noelle found herself standing right in its center. She finally saw clearly: what was around her neck was indeed a noose, and a rope connected from the back of her neck to a wooden frame above her head. "…!" Noelle turned her head and discovered she wasn't alone on the platform. Several meters away stood two naked girls, one with pink hair and the other with blood-red hair, both sporting a pair of demon horns on their heads. The pink-haired girl's slender tail and the red-haired girl's bat-like wings drooped powerlessly. "Mammon and… Asmodeus…?!" Noelle recognized the two demon girls instantly. Like her, they were bound in the five-flower method, with nooses around their necks. However, their eyes were glazed over, half-open, as if in a trance, and they paid no attention to Noelle's voice. "What in the world is going on?!" Noelle turned back, staring intently at Princess Vinaish, who had now stepped down from the platform.

"Speaking of which, Sister Mammon, how did the training of that human turn out?" Chesia asked, turning her head. "...Now that you mention it, I remember too. After the initial physical modifications, I threw her into the dungeon. I originally planned to take my time training her, but I've been so busy since then that I forgot about her. Come to think of it, she's been locked up in the dungeon for three months now. She must be going mad." As she spoke, Mammon stood up, her naked body emitting a faint purple glow, and the ropes binding her instantly snapped. Mammon easily shook the ropes to the ground, slowly raised her right hand, and summoned a magic circle on the floor. Mammon closed her eyes and began to chant the succubus summoning incantation in a low voice. The dark red magic circle began to spin, emitting a dazzling light, and a humanoid figure gradually condensed in the center of the circle. When the light gradually faded, a person was standing there. "Ugh...!!" It was a blonde maiden clad in shackles, her hands raised to her shoulders and firmly secured by an iron collar and cuffs. The blonde maiden was wearing a black latex suit that could only be described as fetish wear. The glossy latex tightly encased her slender, sexy body, complementing the ropes wrapped around her, perfectly accentuating her devilish figure with its curves. However, this seemingly tight latex suit had large openings in the crucial areas—[X_X] and [X_X]—as if made for easy "access." Her [X_X], comparable in size to Mammon's, were exposed without any covering, but the maiden's [X_X] were not sagging; instead, they stood tall, likely due to the ropes wound countless times around the base of her [X_X]. Her already magnificent breasts appeared even rounder and more alluring with this adornment, making one want to pinch them and feel their texture. Her rather full, beautiful legs were also bound together, with ropes densely wrapped from the base of her thighs to her knees. She wore a pair of metal anklets, the gap between which was so short that she could barely walk normally, only able to shuffle forward with tiny steps. This blonde maiden clearly had no intention of submitting to her strict restraints. From the moment she was summoned, she had been struggling desperately. Her round [X_X] jiggled violently like water-filled balloons, and she let out continuous angry "ugh" sounds from her tightly gagged mouth, glaring furiously at Mammon before her. More striking than the ropes and revealing attire were the pair of black, pointed horns on either side of the maiden's forehead and the slender tail hanging behind her buttocks—proof of her succubus race. Noelle took a step closer, cautiously observing the blonde maiden's appearance... Upon seeing her face, Noelle gasped in shock and stumbled back several steps, covering her mouth in disbelief: "Ro, Ro, Ro, Romina...?!" "Ugh...?!" Romina turned her head, looking at the shocked Noelle with a confused gaze. "...I would never forget! You are Romina, aren't you! Your clothes are a bit strange, and your chest doesn't seem this big... What happened to you?!" That's right, despite her disheveled expression and posture, this succubus maiden was undoubtedly Romina herself. Even identical twins couldn't be this similar! ...However, in Noelle's memory, Romina always wore a playful, roguish smile, her eyes brimming with absolute confidence. The aura of this succubus maiden, bound like a sex slave before her, was vastly different. "Her name should be 'Romina,' if I recall correctly." Mammon smiled and walked up to the maiden, gently pinching her chin. Romina desperately twisted her neck, struggling but unable to escape Mammon's demonic grasp, only managing to glare at her with a flushed face. "Heh heh, locked up for three months, and still so spirited. What an interesting human... Oh dear, I'm sorry, I forgot. You're not human anymore." Mammon chuckled lightly. "Not human? What do you mean...?" Noelle asked in surprise. "...Brave One, do you think this is something that appears on humans?" Mammon grabbed the black horns on either side of Romina's forehead, forcing her head down. Romina cried out in pain, and the slender tail behind her buttocks twitched high. "Yes, yes, horns and a tail... How could a human...?" "Heh heh, three months ago, when Chesia handed her over to me, the first thing I did was perform a racial transformation. Through a special surgery, I implanted succubus genetic factors into her body, and simultaneously reshaped all her sensitive points and erogenous zones. The result is what you see... Although she is still human in essence, her physique is no different from a succubus now. Her body is now more lewd than many pure-blooded succubi, like this..."

"..." Faced with the willful Chesia, Noel could only comply. After this rebirth, there was a new variable she had never seen before, "Immortal Silver Dragon" Magnarose. Who exactly was she? Noel had no idea, only hoping she was an ally and wouldn't lead her to her death again. -------------------- "Then... let's get ready to depart..." Night had fallen, and Noel stood outside the city gates, turning back with a hint of awkwardness. "Is this really necessary..." Noel held three iron chains in her hands, each tethering a person at the other end. "Mmmph..." Bound in the center, crawling on the ground like a puppy, was the petite Chesia. She was completely stripped, her fair skin exposed to the night breeze, with only black leather to cover her wrists and ankles. She was in a peculiar posture, her limbs bent at odd angles, thighs and calves, forearms and upper arms pressed tightly together, restrained by black leather. Thus, she could only support herself on her elbows and knees, truly resembling a puppy's four stubby legs. A gag was stuffed into Chesia's mouth, robbing her of speech and preventing her from closing her lips. Saliva continuously dripped out, soon forming a puddle on the ground beneath her. Furthermore, Chesia wore a black leather blindfold, depriving her of sight, forcing her to be led by Noel. Her tender nether regions were not spared either; a vibrator was inserted into her little hole, pulsing gently, and a plug with a dog's tail was inserted into her anus. These two toys seemed to bring her endless pain and torment, her lower body already a mess of mixed urine and arousal fluid. To Chesia's left stood Mammon, the succubus maid with long pink hair. She was not restrained like a canine slave as Chesia was. Though also stripped bare, her naked body trembled slightly in the night wind. Mammon wore no clothes, but in their place, she was clad in a "rope dress." Red ropes, as if inexhaustible, wound down from her neck, first encircling her ample breasts. Already astonishingly large, as if that weren't enough, the ropes were tightly wound several times around the base of her breasts. Not stopping there, they coiled around the flesh of her breasts, binding the pair of snow-white orbs like candied fruit on a skewer, making for a truly alluring sight. Below her breasts, her abdomen and belly were not spared. Vibrant red ropes were intricately woven into diamond shapes, resembling a turtle's shell. The ropes passed between Mammon's legs and connected to the restraints on her wrists behind her, so any slight movement of her hands would tug at her sensitive nether regions. Her legs were also bound together from the upper thighs to the knees; perhaps anticipating the need to walk, the area below the knees was left unbound. Mammon's genitals, besides the crotch rope, had two large plugs inserted front and back, vibrating at high frequency. The stimulation caused Mammon to emit seductive moans from her gagged mouth, her saliva spraying out; she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it. The iron chain leading Chesia was attached to her neck, while the rope leading Mammon was connected to a pair of nipple rings on her chest. The rings pierced Mammon's reddened and swollen nipples, and a gentle tug would inflict immense pain. However, judging by the appearance of the Succubus Queen, she seemed to be reveling in it. The last one, standing to Chesia's right, was naturally the Blood Demon Asmodeus. Compared to the restraints on Chesia and Mammon, Asmodeus's were ridiculously light. She wasn't even fully stripped, retaining undergarments to cover her chest and groin. Asmodeus's hands were raised to head height and, along with her neck, were encased in a wooden cangue. The rest of her body was not tightly bound. Her legs were completely free, her chest only symbolically adorned with a decorative chest rope, and the crotch rope was not tight, merely serving to secure the vibrator. Asmodeus was not blindfolded and could see her surroundings. Although a white cloth gag was in her mouth, speaking was not difficult if she wished. Even with such light restraints, she was only complying because Chesia had ordered her to, pressing down on Asmodeus's head. She wriggled unhappily, feeling the tingling sensation from the vibrator in her groin, seemingly very unwilling to be truly escorted as a captive by Noel. "...Sigh." Noel sighed, looking at the three captives she was leading. Not long ago, when she first left the Demon King's castle with Mammon and Chesia, she had been very unaccustomed to treating others this way. Now, she felt no sense of incongruity, even a strange excitement. Though not as intense as when she was consumed by dark desires, it was already quite abnormal for someone who had always lived a meek and submissive life. "Then, we're leaving, okay?" Noel gently tugged the chains in her hands. A chorus of seductive moans immediately came from behind her. She pretended not to hear and headed towards the mountain path. The mountain outside Kail City was called Marinar Mountain. Legend had it that it was the nest of an ancient dragon a thousand years ago. Now, due to the dense wild beasts and rampant bandits, ordinary people rarely approached it. Noel and her group were about to embark on the mountain path. It was said that the "Immortal Silver Dragon" Magnarose resided in a nest at the summit. "Are you really alright climbing the mountain like this?" Noel asked, turning back with concern. Not to mention their restraints, just being naked on the mountain at night would be cold enough. Moreover, they weren't wearing shoes, their tender feet directly on the dirt path. Getting dirty was a minor issue, but what if they injured themselves on small stones? "Wuuu~!" "Mmmph!" Chesia and Mammon quickly responded. Although their words were unintelligible due to the gags and mouth balls, their cheerful tones indicated they seemed unbothered. Asmodeus, however, felt differently. Although her restraints were far less severe than the other two, she was not a masochist like Mammon and Chesia. This dual torment of body and mind was unbearable. Angrily, she whimpered "wuuu" at Noel. But what use were her complaints? Noel couldn't possibly carry her. "Speaking of which, it's really cold..." Noel couldn't help but shiver. The mountain wind at night chilled her to the bone. She couldn't imagine how cold it would be if she were completely naked like Mammon and Chesia. The only thing she could do was quicken her pace and get up the mountain as soon as possible. "Mmmph~!" Just as Noel was about to speed up, Chesia's dissatisfied moan came from behind her. She stopped and turned back. Chesia was looking at her with teary eyes, seemingly begging her to slow down. Indeed, Chesia, currently restrained in a canine posture and walking on her knees and elbows, couldn't possibly move quickly. Noel sighed and decided to walk slowly. Thus, Noel led the three of them. As they walked, the mountain path grew darker, and only a faint view of the road was visible by moonlight. Noel began to worry. She had heard that there were many wild beasts and bandits on the mountain. Would she encounter them? As if summoned by her fear, not long after they started walking, two groups of bandits holding torches surrounded them. "Ugh..." Noel flinched, intimidated by the sight of the bandits. "Well, well, it's been a while since anyone came up this mountain. I didn't expect to catch such a big prize this time. One little beauty leading three little beauties, and in this state... Little beauty, you're not one of us, are you?" The leader, a man, asked Noel with a sinister grin. "N-no... I'm not..." Noel fearfully crouched down. Although she had practiced swordsmanship and could use some magic, there were too many of them. She felt completely outmatched and could only cower with her hands over her head. "Take them back," the bandit leader ordered his men. "Ah...!" Noel looked up in shock. No, she couldn't cower here any longer. Trembling, she drew her sword and pointed it at the bandits. "Are you tired of living, woman? Put down your sword, and we might spare your life." "I... I can't..." Noel, though tearful and trembling, still tried to shield Chesia and the others.