"Hehehe did you finally gain some respect for me now that you know that I am in the counsel of the gods?"-Arlinus
"Where the fuck are we?"-Me
I see a pimped out crib with a 80 inch flat screen TV with surround sound which is currently showing a skinny white kid with black hair and a collar that is sleeping.
"What the fuck! Is that me?" -Me
"No shit Sherlock. Though I have to say you have been quite amusing so far."-Arlinus
"Fuck you and your mother! I'm not your play thing."-Me
Suddenly I am gagged and tied up with rope and my pants are gone and my ass is sticking up...
"Well, well, well, looks like we have to teach this naughty boy a lesson on some manners."-Arlinus
Suddenly a table of BDSM sex toys appear next to me and Arlinus picks up the whip...
I try to scream in fear but he looks at me with sadistic eyes and I know that I have messed with the wrong nigga.
Day 6
I wake up with a gasp and I am sweating all over.
"Whew, I think that was a dream."-Me
When i try to get up I feel extreme pain coming from my butthole.
"Shit! Fuck! That wasn't a dream. Goddammit that god is gonna pay for this."-Me
Suddenly the door opens and a really buff guy that looks like a body builder who looks to be in his thirties comes in the room and says...
"ATTENTION! Wake up boys it's time to turn you pussies into real men!"-Body builder
I get up my asshole aching and go outside. It turns out that the body builder is the drill sergeant and will be overseeing our training for the week.
He forced us to run 100 laps around the barracks. The entire training area is about the size of a football field. There are about 80 of us spearmen slaves and by the 20th lap everyone is gasping for air. By the 50th lap most of the younger children collapse. I am sweating blood (not literally) by the 60th lap and half of the men that were running are dead (again not literally).
I refused to quit like a faggot and grit my teeth and pressed onward. Only 3 of us make it and finish all 100 laps around the training area. I puke after the last lap and the drill sergeant (DS for short) yells in my face and calls me a maggot. But I am too tired to even care.
After a short break we are forced to pick up our arms and go to the area where the straw dummies are. We are all taught how to stab and parry with our spears. After about 30 minutes my arms feel like lead and it takes a huge amount of willpower and effort just to lift up the spear.
Training ended at around 5 o'clock by my estimate. Most of the time was spent running.
Dinner was given to us about 15 minutes later and it turns out that the two other guys and I got an extra large portion of food because we were able to complete the 100 laps. I ate like pig and got my food everywhere because I was starving and even licked the bowl after I was done. Everyone else did the same thing cause they were equally famished as I was.
I wasn't able to visit the priest today I was too tired and I was just barely able to drag myself to my sleeping area and I passed out.
Day 7
We were woken up by the drill sergeant again today. Today he went easy on us and told us to do only 50 laps. I was so fucking sore that I could barely walk let alone run.
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Spear training came after that. Today we got in formation and learned how to work as one unit and protect each other.
There are 6 other children in this group besides me. They are having a hard time keeping up with the adults and I pity them.
I'm wiped out by the end of the day and pass out in my bed. (It's not really a bed, more like a blanket and a pillow on the floor)
Day 8-12
Everything was the same as the previous days except the amount of laps we had to run kept increasing bit by bit. Everyday was a living hell but there was nothing I could do about it.
Many of the weak slaves got yelled at by the DS which must have sucked ass, but I was just glad that I wasn't the one getting screamed at by that mother fucker.
Day 13
Today we only trained until midday. The DS told us we have free time to do whatever we want but we have to be back by nightfall early because we have to march early tomorrow to meet the enemy.
We were all glad of the brief respite. I decided to go visit the alchemist that the priest told me about and visit him after that.
It took me about 20 minutes to get there and I went into a store that said Lydia's Alchemy Shoppe.
I entered and saw a young woman who looked to be in her early 20's that was wearing a black robe and was a brunette. Her breasts weren't really that big.. about a size B I'd guess but she had nice curves.
She saw me enter and said..
"Why hello young man is there anything I can do to help you?"-Lydia
"Umm. Yes can I sell this green slime ball?"-Me
"Sure. I can give you 10 coppers for it."-Lydia
"Okay. I'm sorry but I don't really know how much 10 coppers is worth, so can you tell me the currency of this country? I am a slave and am here for the army training and have never had money before."-Me
She looks at me with pity but quickly puts back a smile on her face.
"Why of course young man. There are coppers, silvers, gold, and platinum coins that are used for currency. 100 copper coins are worth 1 silver coin, 100 silver coins are worth 1 gold coin, and 100 gold coins are worth 1 platinum coin.
Platinum coins are very rare because the metal is very hard to find. A loaf of bread is worth about 5 copper coins in the average shop." Lydia
"Thank you pretty lady,"-Me
She blushes as I said that.
"What are you going to use the slime ball for?"-Me
"I can use it for various things such as healing potions which are the most common and poisons and other miscellaneous potions."-Lydia
"Wow can you let me see how you make a potion?"-Me
"Sure, why not" -Lydia
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