Blackmail Minerva

You leer at her pathetic, whimpering form. “Anything?”

She looks up at you with confused, wet eyes.

“You said you’d do anything if I promised to keep my mouth shut about your impertinent behavior.” You glower at her. “So I’ll repeat. Anything?”

She slowly inclines her head affirmatively as the threatening implications of that statement begin to dawn on her.

You grin wickedly as she meets your gaze with hesitant, golden eyes. “You work for me now. Of course, you work for the Mistress as well, but…”

You scratch your chin thoughtfully for a moment. “Consider yourself now jointly employed.” You chuckle slightly as she cocks her head confusedly.

You snort at the stupid look on her face. “Don’t worry your silly little head about the details. Suffice it to say that in addition to a Mistress, you now also have a Master.”

“M-Master?” Minerva looks at you with skeptical, pained eyes. She squints at you, clearly considering whether the power dynamic shouldn’t somehow be switched. After all, you’re the one in a prison cell…

You shrug. “Of course it doesn’t have to be that way. If you refuse to serve me in this new role, I’ll just inform the Mistress of all your misdeeds. Obviously I’ll embellish and heighten the magnitude of your sins, but that’s beside the point. She’ll definitely take my word over yours.”

You know that you’re taking a huge gamble here. You’re betting that Minerva has heard how ingratiated you’ve become with the Mistress. Luckily, your risk is well rewarded.

Minerva nods solemnly, straightening her posture and placing her hands on her thighs in servile submission. “Yes, master. This slave promises to serve you dutifully, so long as the Master’s plans do not interfere with the Mistress’s.”

You nod slightly, accepting the reasonable terms. “Very well.”

A pregnant, awkward pause fills the room as you consider how best to handle this tenuous new relationship.

“I have a lot on my mind, as you might expect. The Mistress will be visiting me soon for lesson three. For your first order, I think I’ll have you divulge what that lesson might entail.”

She frowns and meets your gaze with fearful eyes. “B-but Master, it's strictly forbidden for me to reveal that sort of information. The Mistress wou-”

You cut her off venomously, “-and what would I do to you? Hm? Have you considered that? What might happen to you if you disobey me? Use that peanut sized brain of yours to reflect on what we’ve already discussed, and make a decision.”

She looks down in shame and nods subtly. “Yes, Master.” Minerva resigns herself to her fate and drearily lifts her golden eyes once more to meet yours. “Lesson three is anal training. She’s going to fuck you raw. If you’ve never done it before--” She trails off in recollection of a mentally disturbing memory. “--it will be brutal, Master.”

You take a deep breath and nod silently. You really don’t like the sound of that, but you’re confident that Minerva is telling the truth. “I see. I appreciate your forthrightness.”

She offers you a wan, knowing smile.

You regard her for a moment in quiet contemplation. “I’ll be busy with the Mistress tomorrow, but I expect you to visit me soon after. I’ll have need of your services.”

She inclines her head in a dutiful, bowing gesture. “Yes, Master. I will return at the earliest possibility.”

You wave her off. “Very good. Now take your leave. You’ve wasted enough of my time today.”

She stands to her feet and bows deeply before you. “As you wish, Master. Your slave obeys.” Without another word, she turns on her heels and hastens down the dimly lit hallway.

You shake your head and marvel at the conclusion of that conversation. You may be a slave here, but it looks like you’ve just acquired a useful tool. You spend the rest of the day considering how best to use Minerva to your advantage, and lamenting the fate that awaits you.