The Badlands

The rest of her time in the Badlands went much the same as it had before, insects and slugs were her only meals, washed down with generous helpings of Razir’s urine. Her stomach would grumble every time, her throat would burn as she gulped it down. It felt like something she’d never get used be.

Being naked was just a fact of life now, she always felt dusty and dirty. The garter holding her knife and her collar were the only items of clothing she’d ever wear again.

They’d passed an oasis yesterday, Lydia had been allowed to bathe in it after Razir drank from it, but was not allowed to drink the water.

The blowjobs became fewer and fewer as they neared Yaviskas, yet Lydia felt their need more and more. She craved them each night, but was punished if she ever asked to give him one.

The fighting training had been intense. She'd learned how to fight orcs, dark elves, high elves, wood elves, humans and dwarves. She'd taken plenty of punishment whenever Razir had managed to land blows on her.

The dance training had been intense too, she was whipped mercilessly whenever she made mistakes in the dance of desire. From what Razir said, making a mistake in that was as dangerous as in the arena