Training the Warrior (8 page)

“We’ll be in the blading room if you should
need any assistance, teachers,” the older warrior said.

Lydia noticed he directed his words to the teacher
wearing the black mask, the Giver of Pleasure. His manner was ultra-polite as
he spoke to her. Interesting, she thought, even an older warrior would be
willing to act so respectful.

The teacher tilted her head, giving him a
slight bow. “We are honored to serve.”

The warriors left the room without a
backward glance. Talon moaned. The sound was punctuated by soft growls. At a
silent hand signal from the teacher wearing the white mask, Lydia and Takoora
scurried to the side of the small room and sat on the floor. They were about
six feet from the warrior. As far as Lydia was concerned, it was too close, but
she watched with rapt attention to what the teachers were doing.

Chapter Four

The Giver of Pain kneeled on the floor near
Talon’s head while the Giver of Pleasure did the same beside his hip. He glared
up at the white-masked teacher. Lydia noticed for the first time his eyes were
dark gold. There was no passion or warmth evident in his stare, just murderous
fury. The Giver of Pain ignored him while she strapped a metallic collar around
his neck.

The teacher who’d be giving pleasure took a
small vial from a leather pouch she’d brought with her into the room. She
poured a generous amount of perfumed oil onto her palms and briskly rubbed her
hands together to create enough friction to warm it. Afterward, she placed one
of her palms on Talon’s straining erection and smoothed a layer of oil up and
down his impressive length. Her hand seemed small by comparison.

Reacting to her touch, Talon jerked. His
hands and feet pulled hard against the heavy chains shackling him. He closed
his eyes tight and roared. Lydia couldn’t tell if he was in pain or just
infuriated. Nothing about his reaction indicated he felt any pleasure at all
from the woman’s touch. The teacher closed her hand around his thick cock,
holding him gently but firmly as she waited for him to calm. He drew in a deep
breath and roared once more. Neither teacher moved. He growled and panted, taking
deep, rapid breaths. Gradually, his breathing slowed and his growling quieted.

After a few more minutes, Lydia noticed he
moved his hips ever so slightly. She wondered if he’d realized the hand on his
cock felt good. The Giver of Pleasure stroked him once. Talon stopped breathing
and his eyes flicked open to stare at the teacher near his hip. He blinked. She
stroked him once more and stopped. His attention remained focused on the teacher
as he took a sharp breath and then exhaled along with a soft growl.

The teacher wearing the black mask of
pleasure finally gazed down at him before she stroked him again. This time she
pumped her hand up and down his engorged erection as she told him, “Don’t
release your blades and I’ll continue.”

His only response was a soft growl, but he
watched her intently. As she continued moving her hand faster, he drew in deep,
harsh breaths while he watched what she did to him. His body tensed, going
rigid as he neared release.

“Restraint. Hold your blades,” The Giver of
Pain warned him.

Talon threw back his head and roared as he
came, his cum shooting out in heavy spurts that reached his chest. He’d obeyed
them. His blades remained retracted. He rolled his hips. Lydia wondered if he tried
to escape the teacher’s grasp.

He growled. “More!”

The teacher released him. His cock was
still hard.

He roared again. Then howled in pain as the
white-masked teacher activated the collar around his neck, delivering a painful
shock.

“Ask in a proper manner,” The Giver of Pain
instructed.

The young warrior howled, but not in pain. He
caught his breath and gaped at the teacher in the black mask, appearing confused,
as if he’d forgotten the proper phrase. His expression was so pitiful it made
Lydia almost want to help him, but it would hinder his training if any of them
tried to tell him what to say. He’d been instructed for the past year. He knew
full well what words were expected. The stubborn young warrior was just
prolonging his misery.

Talon growled in frustration before giving
in. “Teacher, my need is great.”

“Once again, don’t growl.” The Giver of
Pain was relentless.

Talon shook, his outrage evident, but he
managed to stifle his growl. “Teacher, my need is great.”

The Giver of Pleasure grasped his cock once
again and stroked him. This time she brought him to orgasm faster. He roared
again. The teacher waited until he relaxed before she stroked his determined
erection for the third time. She gripped him with both hands, gently caressing
his length until he writhed uncontrollably. His climax was heralded by a softer
roar as he enjoyed the pleasure the teacher gave him. She repeated the same
movements for his fourth orgasm. Afterward, his spent shaft softened. It
wouldn’t remain flaccid for long, but Talon’s expression was priceless. He
appeared worried, as if his cock were broken.

While Talon enjoyed his pleasure, the teacher
wearing the white mask had retrieved several soft cloths from a bench behind
them. Both teachers cleaned him, quickly wiping away the semen from his chest,
stomach and groin. Afterward, they both massaged him, starting at his feet and
working their way to his shoulders. He was sound asleep before they reached his
hips, but his nap would be short lived. His cock was already beginning to
awaken. The recovery time for young warriors was incredibly short.

The teacher wearing the white mask motioned
for Lydia and Takoora to follow her outside the room. They obeyed, and as soon
as the door closed behind them, the teacher removed her hood and mask. It was a
Tauran female, Makita, very highly respected by the others.

“Young Talon displays all the usual signs
of a newly-bladed warrior whose rage has dissipated after receiving pleasure.
His progress should be normal. If so, our next confrontation with him will come
about because of our refusal to address him in the way he desires.”

“He wants to hear you say
Young
before
his name?” Takoora guessed.

“Yes, they think everyone should address
them in that manner, at least in the beginning. For our young warriors, it’s a
dominance issue. We teach them they must first earn our respect before we’ll
give them the same in return.” She sighed and smiled the secret smile. “It
always takes the full four weeks for them to earn our respect. I predict Talon
will submit to the lesson after the first punishment and not expect to hear us
use his title. He seems to be very eager to please, even at this early stage.”

Lydia laughed to herself. She couldn’t help
it. To her it seemed like such a trivial thing, but she was learning there was
nothing trivial about anything the teachers did. They tried to keep the young warriors
off balance while gently, and sometimes forcefully, molding them into males who
knew how to treat females with respect and gentleness.

Back on Earth, her friends had tried a
similar tactic with their boyfriends and husbands. It was known as the be-sweet-or-no-treat
method. Unfortunately, it rarely worked for very long. Human males weren’t
nearly as trainable. They tended to stray off the porch way too often.

Tauran warriors weren’t anything like human
males. The warriors were fierce brutes, capable of killing their enemies
without a second thought. Hand-to-hand combat turned into a blood bath quite
literally since their blades easily sliced all the way through an enemy’s bones,
depending upon how much force the warrior used. It was usually all or nothing.
If it was worth the effort to them, they tended to go all out, which was why it
was so important for them to learn how to conduct themselves around females.

“I wanted to leave the room for a moment to
tell you this in case you’d like to observe the training of a warrior entering
his second week,” the teacher said. As Lydia and Takoora nodded eagerly, she
continued. “You’ll have many opportunities to see the new blades in their first
week of lessons. As you saw, Talon is focused on his own needs right now. We
soothe him to ease his rage so his body and mind can separate pain from
pleasure. In two or three days, the Giver of Pleasure will mount him. This is
when he’ll transition and take an interest in his teacher’s pleasure. It’s a
subtle shift. Right now, we have a new blade who is presenting his teachers
with a challenge. From what I’ve heard, he’s quite persistent.”

“Is he violent?” Lydia asked.

The teacher laughed softly and shook her
head. “No, he was well-trained during his first week and transitioned quite
easily. If anything, he’s too willing to please. Go and observe. I’m curious as
to how his teachers are going to help him. Since I’ll be busy for a few hours
with Young Talon, please report back to me and let me know how the teachers
resolved the problem they’re having with Young Pagan.” Makita quickly replaced
her mask and hood before going back in to rejoin her partner.

Lydia and Takoora raced down the corridor.
Coming to a juncture, they turned right and came to a stop in front of a tall
double-door entryway. Lydia pushed one of the heavy wooden doors open and she
and Takoora peeked inside. They looked down another long corridor. At the far
end were half a dozen teachers, conferring. One of them broke away from the
group and motioned for her and Takoora to come closer. Once they were a few
yards away, the teacher pointed to a small narrow door and ushered them toward
the entrance. Lydia opened it, entered the passageway and climbed the steps up
to another observation room, much like the one in the blading room.

This one was a little different. It was
enclosed. A long sheet of one-way glass took up the space where the balcony
ledge would have been. Several initiates and a few teachers peered down into a
room. Apparently, Young Pagan created a great deal of interest with his
actions. She and Takoora rushed to join the other women. The room below was
unoccupied at the moment.

A teacher next to Lydia spoke. “Young Pagan
is busy right now. He’s been instructed to shower and tend to his blades. One
of the handlers observes him while he does this. The bathing area is just
beyond the door at the far left. Once he finishes, he’ll return alone to this
room. He’s to immediately shackle one of his ankles to the floor, using the
cuff that’s attached to the long chain near the bed. After that, the teachers
will return.”

“Is he reluctant to chain himself?” Lydia
whispered.

“No,” the teacher told her, then added. “And
we don’t have to whisper. This room is soundproof. The warrior won’t hear you,
but that isn’t the only reason we have viewing rooms like this one. As you all
know, warriors have very heightened senses, especially smell, hearing and
taste. At this stage their ability to differentiate between all the information
hitting their senses is still very limited. We try to keep sensory stimulation
to a minimum so they can concentrate on their training.”

Several of the initiates nodded while
others murmured their understanding. The teacher gave them all a reassuring
smile and continued her explanation.

“Young Pagan is presenting a challenge. He’s
everything we expect at this stage—respectful, eager to please. He obeys the teachers
when they tell him what he needs to do next, and he enjoys the training.”

“As do all the warriors in their second
week,” another teacher spoke up, laughing goodheartedly.

The first teacher chuckled. “Yes, an
endearing stage,” she admitted.

Lydia and the other initiates smiled, but
kept silent. It was apparently a private joke.

“As I said before, he’s everything we
expect, except he has a fondness for one position during intercourse. He
prefers to mount the pleasure giver from behind. This is a position of
dominance and it can’t be allowed at this stage. The teachers are trying to
devise ways to help him enjoy other positions. We want him to choose to avoid
the dominate one. Normally, we want our warriors to be dominant in all ways.
However, while they’re in training they must never be allowed to mount a female
from behind to the exclusion of all other sexual positions.”

A teacher, who’d just arrived, explained
further. “All warriors love to achieve release in this manner. It’s in their
nature. We, of all females, know this. We believe it’s instinctive for them,
which is why Pagan is so insistent. Punishment won’t change his behavior. The
desire is there. It’ll never go away. Fortunately for us, the newly-bladed and
unmated warriors don’t subdue their sexual partners while mounting them.”
Relieved chuckles came from several initiates. “But we must try to redirect
Pagan’s instinct at this point. As you’ll soon observe, he wants to please his pleasure
giver. I spoke to her before I came inside. She and her partner have been given
instructions from the head mistress. I hope their plan works.”

Lydia caught the secretive little smile the
teacher tried to hide. She wondered what the head mistress might have
suggested. It wouldn’t be long now until they all knew. Young Pagan had entered
the room. His long, black mane was still damp from the shower, and he wore
thick leather forearm restraints that covered his blade sheaths. He was naked,
except for a brief towel-like sarong wrapped around his privates. The top of it
hung low on his hips, barely covering his hard-muscled butt. From her vantage
point, Lydia saw how the front portion of his cover-up was wrapped tight over
his stiff cock, which was tucked upward.