"Now, I want you to raise your arms as high over your head as possible." Brianna instructed me.
It had been a hard hour, and the training was only getting harder. I followed the orders, raising them over my head as high as I humanly could. She briefly examined me before lightly slapping me in the breast. I doubled over and she kneeled downwards, looking into my eyes.
"You cannot feel pain. You must react to an opponent's moves before they can even think of doing that move. Let me tell you, love. They trained me a lot harder than this. They did a lot to harden me. And I will harden you." She whispered into my ear, and she spread me out on the floor, and as I began to get up, she straddled me.
"You are about to feel pain you've never felt before. You have to prepare for anything these bastards are gonna do to you. I'm sorry I have to do this, but I have to prepare you." She harshly told me.
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked.
"I am going to try to rape you. You are going to try to resist. Your goal is to overpower me and flip me over." Brianna whispered.
"What?" I gasped, shocked. But I knew she was honest when I saw her wearing a strap-on.
"Those bastards will not show you mercy. They are far more likely to do this than kill you if they can catch you." She ordered. "Now…I am going to cause you real pain. You are gonna beg, but I will not listen. Overpower me."
Before I could even prepare, she thrusted into me, still straddling me, and clutching my shoulders with an iron grip. I cried out in pain, begging her to stop, and she instead slapped me.
"RESIST." Brianna yelled at me as she slapped me again. "Don't let me fuck you."
I resisted, but she had a firm grip as I tried to pull her arms off my shoulder. I tried to jerk to catch her off-balance, but it instead made her thrust harder. I could feel my vision blurring, so I tried one last thing: I kissed her. It caught her so off-guard I managed to pull her hands off me, and throw her away. She landed a short distance away, and I leapt for her. She and I wrestled for a few moments, before I finally had her beaten by luck. She had made a mistake, and I pinned her arms and legs down. Breathing hoarsely, I fell unconscious into her arms.
I woke up a few minutes later, on the couch with a few sheets. It took me a moment to realize Brianna was holding me in her arms. She and I regarded each other for a moment.
"I am….so sorry." She spoke first, and I realized crystal clear tears were flowing down her face. "I…I didn't mean to take it so far. I just…it was how I was trained. I knew you weren't Echani, and I shouldn't have been so hard." She told me.
"Its okay, Brianna. I love you. You didn't mean to." I kindly touched her cheek, and my vision blurred. It cleared again, and I realized I had thrown up, and was in the bathroom. She was holding me, and sobbing.
"I injured your…opening a lot. You're feeling sick because of that." She explained through the tears.
"I feel much better…" I managed to stand, and she helped me the living room.
"I wanna continue with the training." I told her, and she was taken aback.
"I…I don't wanna hurt you, though." She protested.
"Teach me….teach me how to dance." I told her firmly, and she agreed.
For the next two hours, she taught me some Echani techniques, and how they could be pieced together into dancing.
"One…two…three…four…" She trailed off, as we practiced together, slow dancing using the first techniques she taught me, and we ended. By then, I had become an expert at dancing and the fighting techniques.
"Are you okay, by the way?" She asked apprehensively, lightly touching my opening.
"I'm fine. I just wanna rest for a little while." I sat down and caught my breath.
"I'll be right back" She told me, and went into the bathroom. After a few seconds, she reappeared, holding two boxes.
"My present to you. I hope you'll wear it at the Ball." She smiled hopefully as I took the box and opened it. Inside was a magnificently made set of bright silver robes that were made with comfort and movement in mind. The other contained a similar set, with a white color scheme. I smiled at her, and she cried in happiness, embracing me. I felt her warmness for a while, and she pulled back.
"I…I wanna ask you something…something really important." She looked into my eyes and pulled a small box out from her robe.