Trust Her

Sitting cross-legged on the stone floor, you think for a moment about this girl’s suspect proposal. It could obviously be some sort of trap or ploy to torment your mind in some new, unforeseen way. The girl does have a demonic look about her, but she certainly doesn’t act like the others. If there is a possibility that her proposition is sincere, then having a friend on the outside could prove beneficial. In a healthier position, you might even be capable of overpowering her and snatching those keys away.

You nod toward her and mumble a moan of approval through your gagged mouth. The demon-girl wastes no time in unlocking your cell and approaching you. She squats down and begins inspecting your naked, wounded body.

Placing a hand on your cheek, she turns your face slightly from side to side. She circles behind you and undoes your tightly bound mouth gag. You cough slightly, and clench your jaw in appreciative relief.

A terse, pained: “Thank you” is all that you can manage at the moment.

She nods kindly and begins rummaging through her brown satchel. “My name is Minerva, by the way. What’s yours?”

“Joshua.” You mutter, trying to reacquaint your mouth with its ability to speak. “Pleasure to meet you. Thanks again for your help.”

She smiles as she pulls out a philter filled with a clear, viscous fluid, and uncorks it. “Drink this.” She says, as she brings it to your chapped, thirsty lips.

You eye the substance for a moment, and look at her skeptically. “What is it?”

She shifts her legs to a kneeling position next to you and reassuringly tilts your head up with her other hand. “It’s a healing potion. It will help with your sore throat. Just drink it, okay? We don’t have a lot of time…”

You nod resignedly, quaffing the salty clear-looking liquid in one thirsty swig. Your face sours slightly at the taste, and she smiles knowingly.

You feel slightly satiated by the liquid, but also quickly aroused. You notice not for the first time how cute this demon-girl is.

Your face feels flushed, and as she fishes through her satchel, you are provided with a glorified glance down her bodice. Her perky, supply breasts cling tightly to the fabric of her skimpy uniform, and you can’t help but find yourself fantasizing about this alluring girl. What the hell is happening to you?

She pulls out a bottle of another liquid, as she lays her eyes upon your lecherous gaze. She looks down to see your caged cock frustratedly rage against its bindings, and she blushes with embarrassment.

The demon-girl reaches down to lightly caress your caged cock. Your eyes go wide with arousal and surprise as she lovingly teases you.

A drip of precum manages to find its way from your cage and onto her thumb. She looks shyly into your eyes and laps it up.

Did she really just do that? The girl seems entirely unfazed by her own actions, as if they weren’t erotically out of the ordinary.

“I’m sorry this happened to you, Joshua...but it will get better--so long as you follow my lead.”

You nod warily with unbidden lust as she continues. “I used to be in a cell just like this once. The Mistress rewards her good pets just as surely as she disciplines her disobedient ones. You understand?”

She places a friendly hand upon your shoulder and caringly massages it. “What they did to you earlier…they did the same thing to me. I had to learn the hard way…but learn I did. Trust me, friend…the sooner you learn, the better.”

You eye her suspiciously and attempt to suppress your growing arousal. “Not all of us are so weak-willed. If you think that I’m going to submit to a bitch like that, you’ve--”

She leans in and covers your mouth with her hand. “Shh, keep your voice down! They’ll hear us…” She looks around nervously for a moment before releasing you.

“And yes…” She nods solemnly, “I’m aware that not every slave inevitably submits to the Mistress. Some of them hold out until the very end.” She shifts her gaze to the floor, continuing: “I’ve seen it happen; heard the screams, witnessed the end result.”

A serious look crosses her face. “That’s why I’m here; I don’t want to see that happen to you! Promise me you won’t resist any further.”

You furrow your brow with a mix of fear and disbelief. “The end result? What do you mean by that? What happens to people who successfully resist the Mistress?”

She cocks her head confusedly at your choice of words. “Successfully resist? There is no success here. No one escapes. You either submit or break…” Her voice trails off emotionally, as she seemingly relives a painful moment from her past.

The demon-girl looks visibly disturbed, but you need answers, and this might be your only chance to acquire them.

You press her further, asking: “What do you mean by ‘break’? Please, I’m just trying to understand what’s happening here--”

She cuts you off with a clipped reply: “Just promise me. Do what the Mistress demands. It’s easier that way.”

She gives you a forced smile, and you frown with resignation. You aren’t going to be getting much else out of this girl, at least not today.

She lightly nudges you. “Now turn over, I’ve got to finish patching you up.”

You apprehensively acquiesce, laying on your stomach and giving her access to your abused backdoor. The girl proceeds to pour the translucent, watery liquid from the bottle onto your ass. She lightly massages your reddened cheeks, and whispers soft reassurances.

She looks over at you then, and begins massaging the lubricant near your tight puckered hole. Your eyes go wide with panic, but she reassures you once more, stating: “I need to get this medicine inside of you. The healing properties require contact with the inflamed tissue. Please don’t struggle; it will be over soon.”

You let out a deep, disturbed breath and nod in silence. You place your head on the lukewarm stone floor as you feel her practiced digit slowly enter your anus. First one finger, then two. You grunt in discomfort as you feel her slowly massaging the lubricant deep inside your cavity. As she plumbs the depths of your punished ass, she gently and repeatedly pushes at your g-spot.

You feel pleasure mixed with arousal, and wonder if she might be purposefully taking longer to administer your “medicine” than necessary. You turn your head back to her in frustration and she smiles sheepishly.

“There, all done.” She withdraws her slim fingers from your inflamed ass and wipes herself down. Packing up her brown satchel, and standing to her feet, she looks at you with sadness in her eyes.

“I’m sorry that I have to do this, Joshua...but I’m going to have to strap the gag back on you. If the Mistress finds out what I’ve done for you, we’ll both be in a world of hurt.”

You nod begrudgingly and offer no resistance as she fastens the gag back onto your mouth. This isn’t the time to challenge her or attempt an escape. You don’t even have access to your arms.

She gives you a peck on the cheek and proceeds to the cell door. “Please don’t resist any further, alright? I’d hate to make these visits a common occurrence.”

She smiles wanly, and then catches herself.

“--Not that I mind visiting you of course! I just don’t want you to--”

She bashfully fails to finish her sentence. “I just--it might be nice to…have a friend around here. That’s all…”

The awkward silence extends for several seconds. Bound and gagged as you are, you can’t exactly offer a scintillating response.

She stands to her feet and regards your pummeled form for a moment. “I hope to see you again soon, Joshua.” She bows respectfully and exits your cell, leaving you once more naked, bound, and alone.

You reflect on that wild, enlightening experience. Minerva is quite the character…beautiful, kind, and perhaps in the same boat that you are. Maybe she’s right; maybe you should just surrender to the Mistress and make the best of this place.

…And yet, aroused as you are, you suspect that her “healing potion” may have been spiked with something. You internally chide yourself for ingesting the unknown substance. You took her at her word, and you feel slightly foolish for it.

The girl even looks like a demon--how can you trust a single thing she says?

You spend some time contemplating how you ought to manage this relationship moving forward, until eventually, your thoughts return to the Mistress.

-You know that vile woman will visit you soon.

-You know what she wants, and you know that something terrible awaits you, should you continue your defiance.

-Your body feels beaten and emaciated. You know that if you do not appease the Mistress, you will not receive some desperately needed sustenance.

You ruminate over these details, knowing that your time for deliberation is nearing its end.