Trust Her?

While you still don’t entirely trust the motives of this girl, you decide that you’re better off building bridges with enemies than you are burning them with potential allies. This demon-girl might have some of the answers you seek, and you’ll be damned if you let that sort of opportunity slip between your fingers.

You scrutinize her appearance for a moment. You once more see that her skin is the same sickly blueish purple as the Mistress’s, though she is shorter and appears to be a fair bit more youthful. She has short, nubby horns growing from the sides of her head, and her cute auburn hair is tied back into two short pigtails. Adorning her body is the same skimpy black and white dress that she was wearing before.

You let out an audible groan of discontent as you inspect her warily. “Is the Mistress all right with this visitation, Minerva? I’m trying to stay on her good side, you know…”

She nods, offering you a smile as she begins fidgeting with the lock on your cell. “Oh I know. Everyone’s heard about you--the Mistress’s new favorite toy. Don’t worry, she won’t find out.”

You frown as Minerva enters the cell and slowly struts toward you. “How can you be sure?”

The demonic girl kneels before you and gazes upon you with knowing, golden eyes. “Because she’s busy with another slave, of course. Not all of them take to their new life as easily as you have.” Her words are almost venomous. Is she envious of you? Disappointed? You can’t be sure, but her opinion of you isn’t wholly positive.

You shrug. “I do what I have to, nothing more.”

She cocks her head amusedly to the side. “Is that so? I wonder…”

You furrow your brow, unimpressed by her smirking expression. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that the Mistress isn’t easily impressed. You wouldn’t be belle of the ball if you were a man of half measures.”

You nod agreeably. “You’re not wrong. I’ve humiliated myself from the very start, hoping to get on her good side-” You pause for a moment, licking your lips in quiet contemplation.

“-but that doesn’t mean I revel in it.” You lie through your teeth. Truthfully, the more time you spend here, the more you enjoy submitting to the Mistress with every fiber of your being.

Minerva looks away thoughtfully and nods. “I get it, I’m not judging you. Actually, I’m…rather impressed.” She lifts her eyes once more to meet yours. You feel your face flush red from the compliment.

“I-Impressed?”

She offers you a look of admiration. “Mhm. You’re a survivor; an all or nothing kind of guy.” She sucks her teeth for several moments before continuing. “When I first came here, I didn’t have that kind of courage. I had to learn the hard way, and it cost me a whole lot.”

Her gaze drifts to the floor with a pained expression. “That’s why I--I just want to say that I’m proud of you. You’re doing the right thing. Nothing good ever comes of defiance in this place.”

An awkward, pregnant pause grips the room as you fail to find adequate, conciliatory words of comfort.

“It’s Joshua, by the way.” You say, offering her a wan smile.

“Hm…?” Your random statement seemingly breaks Minerva from her painful reverie.

“You said it yourself; I’m not a man of half measures. I didn’t have the courage to offer you my name when we first met, so I’d like to start over, if we could.”

She snorts, covering a cute smile. She’s clearly taken aback by your approach.

“The name’s Joshua. A pleasure to meet you, Minerva.” You say, offering her your hand.

She reaches over to shake it.

A surge of unbidden, electrifying lust courses through your body as you feel the warmth of her touch. Her hand is smooth and delicate, yet her grip is surprisingly powerful.

She furrows her brow and feigns a businesslike demeanor. “The pleasure is all mine, good sir. Well met.”

You playfully roll your eyes, and for the first time since your arrival, you share an honest smile with someone.

“Thanks for giving me a chance, Joshua. I promise that I won’t betray your trust. Everyone needs a friend in this place.”

You bob your head solemnly. “I overreacted. When we first met, I--I was so confused; terrified. I thought perhaps you were my lucky stroke out of here, but I see now that you’re as much a prisoner as I am.”

You caress her hand slightly, and she blushes deeply with embarrassment.

“Please forgive me.”

She places a delicate hand on top of yours. “There’s nothing to forgive.”

With a contented smile, she locks eyes upon you. “Let’s make a pact to survive together, no matter what. To never betray one another, and to always look out for each other. What do you say, Joshua?”

You consider this offer for a moment. It could prove valuable to have an ally on the outside. On the other hand, promising to never betray her could bear a hefty cost. Either way, agreeing to the terms now seems of little consequence, so you dip your head slightly in affirmation.

“Sure, that sounds like a wonderful plan, Minerva. Survivors like us need to stick together, isn’t that so?”

She smiles agreeably and draws you into a sudden hug. You feel your already aroused cock bounce happily as her bosom presses against your naked body. You continue to cover your member with one hand as you lightly caress her back with the other.

“Sorry--I’m not sure what came over me. I’m just so happy to finally have a friend again!” Her face beams with joy as you ruminate over her words.

Again? What happened to her previous friends? You shudder at the thought, and think better of asking.

“S-sure. Of course.” You pause awkwardly, not certain how else to tackle that telling statement.

She seems unfazed by the silence, and eventually shifts to a standing position. Looking down at your naked body, she bites her lip slightly and unapologetically leers at you. “I should get going. Maybe next time we could get to know each other a little better?” She gives you a sultry wink, and you blush slightly in response.

“Is that part of the pact? Naked honesty?”

“Would you complain if it was?” She grips her modest bust between her fingers and rubs it provocatively for your enjoyment.

You catch yourself starting to drool, as she chuckles and begins exiting the cell. “I suppose I have my answer…”

As she locks the door behind her, she looks over at you longingly. “I’ll visit again soon.”

You meet her eyes with amorous, lustful need. “Promise?”

“Promise.” She blows you a cute little kiss and begins making her way down the dimly lit hallway.

You sit against the wall in self-reflective arousal as you ruminate over this new turn of events. You’ve successfully made a friend of Minerva, but you need to balance this new relationship alongside your other duties. And if the time should come where you’d need to choose between her and the Mistress…

You shake the thought from your mind. As long as you and Minerva are careful, the Mistress will never find out. You let out a deep, audible sigh as you turn your mind to the pressing issue at hand.

Lesson three is on the horizon, and you haven’t given much thought as to what that might entail. You resolve to spend the rest of your time mentally preparing for the Mistress.