You join the Last Warrior's stamina training

"Ready?" The Last Warrior stands ready to start up the automatic baseball bat.

Standing nude (her training her rules) you tense up your abs.

"Ready."

"No you're not. Untense yourself."

"What?"

"Relax your muscles. You have to learn to take a hit even when yer not ready for it."

Like when you tried to skewer me on that fucking spear of yours? Hard ass.

Hands behind your back, you're ready. She hits the switch. The first swing is a little harder on you belly than you thought, you flinch. The second swing you're ready for, no flinching. The fifth, a wince. The tenth, a groan. The twentieth, pain. For a moment you consider using the safeword, to tell Warrior to stop the bat. She stares at you. So you don't stop. You've got an audience to perform for. The thirtieth, stinging pain. She's ready to stop at a moments notice. But you won't, not yet. The fortieth, agony that bends your legs.

"Ya done?" she gently mocks. You huff in response.

"That's right yer not. You're Cú Chulainn, chaining yourself to the Clochafarmore."

Forty-five, your knees shake.

"You're Vercingetorix at Gergovia, you're Boudicca at Colchester!"

Fuck yeah I am!

You snarl, nearly scream at fifty. Last Warrior switches off the bat. With the test over, you collapse to your knees & hiss through your teeth. The blood pumping adrenaline has popped up your veins & your dick.

"Je-sus! That hurt!"

"Ya get used to it John. For now, only 1 rep per day."

You try to reply, only to realise that infernal machine has pushed all your breath out. The best you can manage is a thumbs up. You're respect for Warrior just increased a fair bit. If she can take multiple reps of this thing it's no wonder her stamina seems infinite. For you though, 1 per day is enough, for now.