“Today,” Razir said. He stared at her with his smouldering red eye. “Is your first lesson in fighting. You’ll be expected to fight in the arena when we reach Yaviskas.”
Lydia’s heart filled with nerves at the thought. The arena of Yaviskas had a notorious reputation. Sure, she’d won a couple of tournaments, but they would be nothing compared to this.
She knelt like a good ****, legs spread, hands resting on her thighs with the palms up. She looked straight ahead. The gravelly ground was hard on her knees, but she was getting used to it. Her skin felt like it was covered in a thin layer of dust and dirt.
“We’ll start with something easy,” he said. “Today, I’ll teach you how to fight orcs. They are slow, but strong.”
“I know how to fight orcs, master. I have defeated many in tournaments.”
“You know how to fight them your way, but not like this. From now on, you fight naked, ****. That dagger is your only weapon. Have you ever fought naked before?”
Lydia shook her head, suddenly feeling silly. She looked down at her naked body and her submissive **** pose, suddenly feeling exposed for the first time in a while.
“Then you do not know how to fight orcs. You sill **** girl.”
“Yes, master.”
"What are you?"
"A silly **** girl, master."
“Now as I said, orcs are slow, but strong. So you have to make sure they don’t land a single blow, as one could be fatal.”
“Yes, master.”
“I believe you can handle this with no additional training. So, the stakes are as follows: for each hit I land, you’ll be whipped thirty times tonight.”
Lydia gulped, knowing how hard Razir liked to whip her when he did it.
“If you succeed unscathed, you shall receive a reward.”
With little other warning, he took a branch the size of a greatsword from a dying tree, and approached Lydia. He held the branch two-handed, swinging it down at her. Lydia hopped back, breasts juggling wildly.
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