Minerva Pays You A Visit

Unsurprisingly, sleep does not come soundly for you that night. As you lay upon the lukewarm stone floor of your cell, you allow yourself a few moments of self-pity. You focus on the sources of your discomfort:

-Your throat throbs with aching pain, and the o-shaped gag in your mouth affords you no appeasement.

-Your abused ass feels raw and aflame, and no amount of adjustment ameliorates your suffering.

-Your small cock, caged and confined as it is, causes you no small amount of shame and dissatisfaction.

-Your hands are bound behind your back, which only further solidifies your situation in this befouled place.

You attempt to rally your pride as you stifle an exasperated moan. They mean to break you, but you won’t give them the pleasure of hearing you plead.

But it seems someone already has…

You look up with red, tired eyes to see a familiar feminine figure peeping on you with curious, pitying eyes. Upon realizing that you’ve noticed her, the small demonic-looking girl blushes and walks entirely into view.

Inspecting her for the second time, you see that her skin is the same sickly blueish purple as the Mistresses’, 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 that same black and white dress that you saw on her before. The dress reaches to her mid-thigh, and vaguely strikes you as maid-like in appearance.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spy on you, Joshua. I just…I heard what happened, and I--”

You painfully sit up to a cross-legged position and listen attentively as this woman excuses her behavior.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You notice that she has a pair of jingly keys in her right hand, and a compact brown-colored satchel in the other.

“You trusted me with your name last time, and I appreciate that. I know that you have questions, and it would be perfectly reasonable for you to distrust me after what just happened to you.”

Gagged as you are, you can’t exactly offer a rebuttal. You simply cock your head in confusion.

“Joshua, I’m not blind, okay? I know what I look like…" She purses her lips and leans into the bars of your cell. "There's a good reason for that…and someday we can talk about it. I just ask that you continue to trust me. I’m here to help.”

She looks over at you with a wan smile and shakes the satchel slightly. "What do you say friend, can I patch you up?”

She glances around cautiously, waiting for your response.