Decline the Guard's Deal

You shake your head. “No deal. I already told you, I’m loyal to the Mistress. I’m her prized possession, and I’m not to be shared.”

The guard scoffs. “For how long, I wonder?”

You frown at the insinuation.

The armored woman seemingly notices your apprehension, and leans into it. “You think you’re the first loyal butt slut to receive special treatment in these halls? I’ve seen a thousand of them come and go. Heck, I’ve fucked hundreds of them myself. Rarely do they live up to the hype.” She smiles lecherously.

You hesitantly ask the obvious follow-up question. “W-what happens to them? The toys that the Mistress gets bored of, I mean.”

The guard shrugs with feigned disinterest. “The smart ones have usually made important allies by that point, so their transition is relatively smooth. It's a shame that you’re so keen on going it alone. Though, I suppose that will make your downfall all the more…interesting.”

“Good luck!” She gives you a sultry wink and begins walking away.

“No, wait! Hold on a second, please!” You stand to your feet and stride to the cell door. The guard pays you no mind as she continues down the dimly lit hallway.

You sigh to yourself in frustration as you pace the length of your cell. Surely that guard was just trying to get in your head. The Mistress would never betray you in such a way…right?

…right?

You feel dizzy from the thought of such a horrific fate. If that guard was telling the truth, then at least you have one ally that you can count on. Minerva has been a good friend to you; Maybe she’s all that you need?

You recline on the stone floor of your cell and try to push this unpleasant experience from your mind. Hopefully Minerva will visit soon to offer you some much needed companionship.