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 watching you with curious, pitying eyes. Upon realizing that you’ve noticed her, the small demonic-looking girl quickly draws in a surprised breath and removes her hands from the far edges of your cell. She hides from view for a moment, peeking around the corner to see that you’re still tracking her.

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

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

“I wanted to help…if I can?” She slowly enters into full view, mousily moving to the door of your cell.

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.

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

“I know you wanted nothing to do with me last time, I get that...I just--I heard what happened and I--I can't stand idly by and let you suffer. Not without at least offering you a little help." She frowns as you glare at her warily.

“I know you don't trust me. I look just like the Mistress, so why would you." She purses her lips and temporarily shifts her gaze. "There's a good reason for that, but...please believe me when I say that I'm nothing like her!"

She covers her mouth and quickly looks around, realizing that she may have spoken a little too loudly.

She looks over at you with a wan smile and shakes the satchel slightly. "Look, I’ve been here a long time. I’ve learned how to survive. Please, let me help you?”

She looks around cautiously, waiting for your response.