Guard Duty

You spend most of the following day in dull, reflective boredom. There’s little to do in your lonely cell outside of silent contemplation. Thinking on the Mistress’s playful mockery yesterday, you decide to devote a small chunk of your daily time to a workout routine. Your options are limited, so you cycle through a few basic motions--push-ups, sit-ups, lunges, and static jumping. It's better than nothing.

As you sweat your way through this ongoing routine, you hear the padding of heavy footsteps approaching from the hallway. You cock your head confusedly as you move to a sitting position in the center of your cell. The Mistress shouldn’t be returning so soon. Perhaps it's Minerva? You instinctively move to conceal your genitalia from view as the sound of the footsteps grow louder.

As the figure enters into view, you see that they are wearing armor that is similar, if not less decorated than the sets adorning the Mistress’s honor guard. This individual is likely some sort of cell guard of lower ranking.

The armored individual turns to face you, peering into your cell with a stoic expression. She unceremoniously removes her helm, revealing an attractive, if not rugged appearance. Like the Mistress’s guards, this woman’s flesh is crimson in color. Jet black shoulder-length hair gilds her handsome appearance. She smirks at you with hungry intent, inspecting your naked form with golden, shimmering eyes.

“So you’re the Mistress’s prized little slut, eh? Heard a lot about you.”

You frown and regard her warily.

“Had to see you for myself. She has a type, of course, but they’re usually--well, how do I put this delicately? They aren’t usually so pathetic looking.” She grins toothily at you.

You furrow your brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She doesn’t miss a beat. “It means that of all the impressive prospects in this place, you’re the last that I’d expect to garner special attention.”

You fluster with unbidden envy and look away from the woman. “Why…? What have they got that I don’t?”

She crosses her arms and flashes you a winning smile. “Oh, you know--better body builds, finer personalities, and of course, bigger cocks. The usual.”

You return her gaze with a glare. “You don’t know anything about my personality, or my cock!”

A sense of regret immediately blankets you as the guard laughs heartily at your petulant outburst.

“What’s to know? A small man with a small cock.” She leers at you with lustful disdain. “Hiding it won’t change a thing. I’ve read your file, slut.”

You suddenly feel intensely **** from the thought of an untold number of individuals freely perusing your personal file.

You turn your gaze downward with reddened embarrassment and offer a glum retort. “So what…? Have you come to gloat, or is there something you want?”

She chuckles huskily, jingling a pair of keys in the air. “Why not both?”

You tentatively look up at her with curious eyes.

She grabs her crotch lasciviously. “I want to try out the Mistress’s new toy. You know, to see what all the fuss is about.”

You sneer at her as defiance wells up inside of you. “Just try it. The Mistress has a special hell reserved for folks like you. She’s not keen on sharing.”

The guard snorts. “A little fight in you after all. That’s good; You’ll need it if you intend on not becoming prison **** bait.”

You eye her cautiously and offer no reply.

The guard grins at you with a knowing expression. “Look, I’m not foolish enough to **** you. I know better than you do the punishment for that. What I’m offering is an accord.”

You squint at her distrustfully. “What kind of accord?”

She shrugs. “It’s simple, really. Let me fuck you, and in exchange, I’ll owe you a favor.”

You turn your head to the side curiously. “A favor…?”

She rolls her eyes. “Do I need to spell it out for you? I’ll owe you one. If you need information, or a healing poultice, or nourishment, or anything else that I could reasonably and safely acquire, I’m your gal.”

You frown in quiet contemplation for several moments. “How do I know that you’ll keep your end of the bargain?”

She sighs at your stupidity. “Haven’t we already been over this? If I betray you, then you can simply turn me in. This only works if we both agree to the terms. And if we’re both satisfied, then we can continue this little arrangement.”

You scratch your chin thoughtfully as you ruminate over her words.

“So, what do you say, champ? You down for a good dicking?” She bites her lip playfully as she awaits your response.

You think on this offer for a moment. While you still maintain Minerva as an outside ally, it couldn't hurt to have another one in your pocket. If things come to a head, you can simply tell the Mistress that you were ****. You’ll remain blameless either way.

On the other hand, you no longer feel like you’re playing a role here. You enjoy the Mistress’s affection and adore the idea of being her favorite little pet. You’re not keen on betraying the Mistress’s trust; You’re her loyal, prized possession. This bitchy guard doesn’t deserve to defile the Mistress’s belongings. Maybe you ought to report her for even trying.