Trust Her

Sitting cross-legged on the stone floor, you think for a moment about this girl’s suspect proposal. It could obviously be some sort of trap or ploy to torment your mind in some new, unforeseen way. The girl does have a demonic look about her, but she certainly doesn’t act like the others. If there is a possibility that her proposition is sincere, then having a friend on the outside could prove beneficial. In a healthier position, you might even be capable of overpowering her and snatching those keys away.

You nod toward her and mumble a moan of approval through your gagged mouth. The demon-girl wastes no time in unlocking your cell and approaching you. She squats down and begins inspecting your naked, wounded body.

Placing a hand on your cheek, she turns your face slightly from side to side. She circles behind you and undoes your tightly bound mouth gag. You cough slightly, and clench your jaw in appreciative relief.

A terse, pained: “Thank you” is all that you can manage at the moment.

She nods kindly and begins rummaging through her brown satchel. “My name is Minerva, by the way. What’s yours?”

“Joshua.” You mutter, trying to reacquaint your mouth with its ability to speak. “Pleasure to meet you. Thanks again for your help.”

She smiles as she pulls out a philter filled with a clear, viscous fluid, and uncorks it. “Drink this.” She says, as she brings it to your chapped, thirsty lips.

You eye the substance for a moment, and look at her skeptically. “What is it?”

She shifts her legs to a kneeling position next to you and reassuringly tilts your head up with her other hand. “It’s a healing potion. It will help with your sore throat. Just drink it, okay? We don’t have a lot of time…”

You nod resignedly, quaffing the salty clear-looking liquid in one thirsty swig. Your face sours slightly at the taste, and she smiles knowingly.

You feel slightly satiated by the liquid, but also quickly aroused. You notice not for the first time how cute this demon-girl is.

Your face feels flushed, and as she fishes through her satchel, you are provided with a glorified glance down her bodice. Her perky, supply breasts cling tightly to the fabric of her skimpy uniform, and you can’t help but find yourself fantasizing about this alluring girl.

She pulls out a bottle of another liquid, as she lays her eyes upon your lecherous gaze. She looks down to see your caged cock frustratedly rage against its bindings, and she blushes with embarrassment.

The demon-girl reaches down to lightly caress your caged cock. Your eyes go wide with arousal and surprise as she lovingly teases you.

A drip of precum manages to find its way from your cage and onto her thumb. She looks shyly into your eyes and laps it up.

“I’m sorry this happened to you, Joshua...but it will get better--so long as you follow my lead.”

You nod lustfully and dutifully under her persuasion as she continues. “I used to be in a cell just like this once. The Mistress rewards her good pets just as surely as she disciplines her disobedient ones. You understand?”

She places a friendly hand upon your shoulder and caringly massages it. “What they did to you earlier…they did the same thing to me. We’re addicts, you and I.. We need sexual fluids to satiate us.”

Despite your growing arousal, the gravity of her words begins to set in, and you feel fear slowly begin to gnaw at your mind. The Mistress said something similar before she left. That you would be forever changed after the encounter.

“I-Is that really true? Addicted to ejaculate? That sounds completely absurd!”

She leans in and covers your mouth with her hand. “Shh, keep your voice down! They’ll hear us…and yes, unfortunately, the addiction is very real. The longer you go without a taste, the worse your symptoms will become.”

A serious look crosses her face. “Promise me you won’t resist any further. I’ve seen what happens to slaves who try. The addiction will shatter your mind.” She looks away for a moment.

“Just promise me. Do what the Mistress demands. It’s easier that way.” She gives you a **** smile, and you nod half-heartedly. You aren’t fully committed to the promise, but you’d hate to break this poor girl’s heart at this tender moment.

She lightly nudges you. “Now turn over, I’ve got to finish patching you up.”

You acquiesce, laying on your stomach and giving her access to your abused backdoor. The girl proceeds to pour the translucent, watery liquid from the bottle and onto your ass. She lightly massages your reddened cheeks, and whispers soft reassurances.

She looks up at you then, and begins massaging the lubricant near your tight puckered hole. Your eyes go wide with panic, but she reassures you once more, stating: “I need to get this medicine inside of you. The healing properties require contact with the inflamed tissue. Please don’t struggle; it will be over soon.”

You let out a deep, disturbed breath and nod in silence. You place your head on the lukewarm stone floor as you feel her practiced digit slowly enter your anus. First one finger, then two. You grunt in discomfort as you feel her slowly massaging the lubricant deep inside your cavity. As she plumbs the depths of your punished ass, she gently and repeatedly pushes at your g-spot.

You feel pleasure mixed with arousal, and wonder if she might be purposefully taking longer to administer your “medicine” than necessary. You turn your head back to her in frustration and she smiles sheepishly.

“There, all done.” She withdraws her slim fingers from your inflamed ass and wipes herself down. Packing up her brown satchel, and standing to her feet, she looks at you with sadness in her eyes.

“I’m sorry that I have to do this, Joshua...but I’m going to have to strap the gag back on you. If the Mistress finds out what I’ve done for you, we’ll both be in a world of hurt.”

You nod begrudgingly and offer no resistance as she fastens the gag back onto your mouth. This isn’t the time to challenge her or attempt an escape. You don’t even have access to your arms.

She gives you a peck on the cheek and proceeds to the cell door. “Remember your promise. Alright? I’d like to finally have a friend around here…” She smiles wanly and gives you a wink.

“We’ll speak again soon, Joshua. You have my word.” And with that, the girl locks and exits your cell, leaving you once more naked, bound, and alone.

You reflect on that wild, illuminating experience. Minerva is quite the character…beautiful, kind, and perhaps in the same boat that you are. Maybe she’s right; maybe you should just surrender to the Mistress and make the best of this place.

Either way, you fear that what Minerva told you is true. The pangs of addiction are already setting in. You feel yourself longing to be filled with seed. If you do decide to resist further, you may not only lose a friend, but also your mind.

You know that the Mistress will visit you soon. When that happens, you need to be certain that the choice you’ve made is the correct one.