A Test of Loyalty

For two days the Mistress makes you wait.

Two days with the keys to your freedom, two days without nourishment, two days without contact of any sort.

And for two days you wait.

You’re loyal, you tell yourself. You’d wait an eternity if she told you to.

And yet, as you calm the raging arousal in your loins and tap into the pulsating power of this place, you feel a dark portent enter your mind: today, that loyalty will be tested.

You’re ready, you tell yourself. There remains nothing that could shake your resolve. The Mistress will return soon, and when she does, you’ll be prepared to perform as you always have: above and beyond the call of duty.

…

…

Several hours pass before you hear the sound of the Mistress’s approach. You instinctively assume your subservient, perfect posture in the center of the room and await her appearance.

As she enters into view, she meets your gaze momentarily before opening the cell door. Curiously, her honor guards are with her today. You find it peculiar, and wonder idly for a moment what their presence might mean.

The Mistress stalks meaningfully toward you and immediately begins inspecting the subtleties of your changed form. You bask in the radiant glow of her musky, corrupt aura, and grant her a winning, earnest smile.

“Hello Mistress, how may I serve you today?” As soon as the words exit your mouth, you realize that your voice has fallen several octaves in depth. Truthfully, you rarely if ever speak aloud to yourself anymore, so you hadn’t noticed the change in your own voice until now.

The Mistress strokes the hornlike protrusions growing out of the sides of your head and nods approvingly.

She then kneels to level with you and inspects your prodigious phallus. She holds it in her hand for a moment, as if to get the measure of it. You feel the mental tolerance that you have built up against the effects of corruption begin to crumble under her seductive scrutiny. Your cock slowly inflates in her palm, as blood flows unbiddenly into your aroused loins.

She turns her golden, hypnotic gaze upward to meet your eyes. You feel enraptured by her visage, and words fail to form on your lips as you are drawn into those golden, shimmering orbs. She peers into your psyche with unblinking, emotionless eyes, and you feel every layer of your mind slowly flayed away. Both body and mind lay naked before her, and you offer them willingly. You want her to see all of you; there’s nothing to hide.

…

“Good boy.”

You snap back to reality as the Mistress unceremoniously rises to her feet and gives her guards a meaningful look. They offer the Mistress a terse bow and exit the room.

The Mistress turns once more to face you, and keenly notices the obvious sexual frustration written across your body. She huskily chuckles as you lewdly objectify her body; your lengthy member bobbing needily in desperation for release.

She kneels down in front of you once more and presses a finger to the tip of your precummy cock. “That was cruel of me, I know. Holding your deprived cock in my hand; teasing you like that. It's impressive that you haven’t popped already. The latent sexual aura of this place tends to get at the weak-willed.”

She offers you a lecherous wink. “All the more reason why you’ve been chosen.”

You bow your head reverently before your Mistress. “To be your prized possession, Mistress?”

“Indeed.” She lightly cups your chin in her hand and lifts your face to once more meet her gaze. “But loyalty is everything; it's what separates the perfect from the good. We’ve already been through this, haven’t we? A specimen like you won’t settle for good. Isn’t that so?”

Her eyes burn a hole through the window to your soul, and you find yourself agreeably nodding along.

“A true test of loyalty is one that demands meaningful sacrifice. I cannot offer you a position of power until I am confident that you are prepared to follow even the harshest of orders.”

The Mistress stands to her feet and slams a booted heel into the hard stone ground.

You wince slightly and bob your head in acquiescence. As you do, you hear the sounds of boots approaching from the hallway, followed by the unmistakable sound of whimpering. You search the Mistress’s eyes for clues regarding the nature of the noise, but she merely offers you a hungry smile.

Moments later, you see the Mistress’s armored honor guards hauling a dainty, naked girl into your cell. You see that her skin is the same sickly blueish purple as the Mistress’s, though she is shorter in height and appears to be a fair bit more youthful. She has small, nubby horns growing from the sides of her head, and her auburn hair is disheveled and torn out in clumps. She has a petite body frame, and a small, perky bust. The girl has clearly been tortured and raped repeatedly, but even in such a ravaged state, the identity of this individual is beyond question.

The Mistress motions for you to stand, and forcefully directs you to take a few steps back.

“Minerva?” The horror in your voice is made manifest in the room. A sickening, gut-wrenching feeling worms through your innards as you watch the guards fasten Minerva’s half-conscious, whimpering body to a pillory, and then drag it into the center of the room.

The Mistress leers at the girl’s broken, pathetic form. “Take a long hard look at what happens to disobedient sluts. Burn it into your mind, little pet. This is what awaits you, and any other slave who would dare to disregard their loyalty.”

The Mistress spits on Minerva’s shattered body, and regards you with furious, expectant eyes. “Take as much time as you need, and let me know when you’re finished.”

You can’t disappoint the Mistress, not now. Not over something like this.

Your stomach churns as you approach your pilloried, former friend. Her eyes weakly manage to meet yours, and as they do, tears immediately begin streaming down her face. You stand stoic before her, doing your best not to show weakness in front of the others.

Between uncontrollable fits of sobbing, the broken girl attempts to speak. Her voice is hoarse, dry, and pained--but the suffering in her words is intelligible enough. “Why…? Please--tell me…why?”

No amount of justification will ever undo the betrayal that you wrought upon this girl. There’s nothing you can say; no response that will suffice. You can’t even apologize. To do so would compromise your position. You simply blink back the tears and begin to bury your humanity alive.

After several more uncomfortable moments, you turn to the Mistress and give her a feigned, emotionless nod. “I’ve seen enough, Mistress.”

The Mistress looks back at you with piercing, all-seeing eyes. “Is that so? You handled that well, little pet. Let’s move onto the fun part, then.”

You cock your head quizzically at the Mistress’s words.

The Mistress turns her gaze back toward Minerva and her face contorts in deep, twisted hatred.

“Rape her.”

Your mouth opens and shuts in wordless befuddlement.

The Mistress’s golden eyes fixate on you with firm, adamant conviction. “Loyalty, little pet. It's what separates the perfect from the good. Remember?”

You grit your teeth and nod your head affirmatively.

“Excellent. Then show me your loyalty.” The Mistress points at Minerva’s beaten body. “I order you to rape that useless cunt until you are entirely spent. Ravage every one of her pathetic holes with your pent up sexual energy, and don’t you dare put on a bad show.”

The Mistress leers at you with a look of sadistic pleasure. “I’ll be watching.”

You feel violently ill. You never wanted this. Sure, you’re loyal to the Mistress, but Minerva was your friend. She was the only person in this wretched place who sought you out, and accepted you, and treated you with dignity and courtesy. She was the last vestige of humanity that you could hold onto. She was someone who was looking for companionship at the end of the world, and in her most vulnerable moment, you crushed her.

And now you’re tasked with doing it again. Over and over again.

Tasked with destroying something good. Maybe the only good thing left in this hellish place.

But if you don’t, all of your hard efforts will be undermined. The consequences remain unknown, but it's clear that you would lose tremendous favor with the Mistress.

This is it. The final decision.

Will you sacrifice the last shred of your humanity in service to the Mistress? Will you choose loyalty and duty over love and companionship?

Or will you finally stand up to the Mistress, consequences be damned?

…

Whatever your decision, it had better be one you can live with, because you’re out of time.