<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/hr3mBqw.png)<br/><br/>(http://i.imgur.com/mybbbhK.jpg)</div><br/>Ebony seemed rather dissapointed at Tialyn's response, her small elfin mouth pouting slightly.  She nodded her head and her body stiffened slightly as she responded,<strong>"Of course Mistress, as you wish."</strong>After that the drow grew rather silent, almost sullen.  But she still seemed ready to serve Tialyn's whims.  After the bath she was led to the kitchen where several serving boys and a duo of chefs moved about at their own pace.  Tialyn was fed a very spicy, but also quite filling, dish made from hearty grains, vegetables, and small shreds of meat.  Goat she thought, but it was hard to tell exactly in the dish that wasn't quite a stew, but too thin to be called porridge.<br/><br/>After which Tialyn was given some time to rest in her room and then in the evening she was brought back out to the courtyard to train further.  Anara, looked as if she had been freshly bathed, her skin scrubbed so hard it practically shone in the light of the covered courtyard.  She stood firm and had training dummies set up.  Instead of sparring with Tialyn, she directed the elf through countless battle drills.  She said very little but was relentless, driving the paladin through ever increasing movements with practice weapons and training dummies.  This afternoon session was grueling, and lasted for hours, until Tialyn had no energy left in her body.  She could barely raise her blade, let alone weave it through the various strikes and poses that Anara requested.  Only then did the combat and pleasure slave pick up her quarterstaff and approach, and with only exhaustion on her side, Tialyn could not mount much of a defense.  Anara swept aside Tialyn's practice blade and then spun, sweeping her feet out from under her.  Then the slave was on Tialyn's back, pressing the blonde's face into the ground, her blonde hair fisted in the amazon's grip as she pushed Tialyn's face into the sand.<strong>"We'll train harder tomorrow.  If you lose in the pit, you'll get far worse than this."</strong><br/><br/>The amazon slapped Tialyn's ass hard enough that she could feel the stinging palm print for several minutes afterwards.  Then got up and left the courtyard calling out to the air,<strong>"We're done for the day, be here tomorrow morning ready for a real work out."</strong><br/><br/>That night after a bath and a muscle rub down by Ebony, the drow again broached the idea of training as a disciple of Ah'mie.  The drow even used her magical healing, calling upon Ah'mie to soothe Tialyn's aches.  But not only was Tialyn unsure still, she was simply too exhausted.  Ebony seemed to accept it with only mild disappointment.  When they returned to the 'guest room' that was like a jail cell in some respects, Tialyn was too tired and too relaxed from the bath and massage to do much other than fall into bed and pass out.<br/><br/>The next morning, feeling the aches from the previous day's training, she was loathe to get out of bed, but Ebony said that it would not due to shirk her responsibilities.  She further lent import to this by mentioning that she had already tended to the harem's needs, and let Tialyn sleep the extra hour.  But that Anara would be in the courtyard soon and would expect Tialyn to be prompt.  Training was even tougher this day then the previous.  While Tialyn's strength had begun to return, Anara sensed that she was weaker.  Which was the truth, without the spell of Ah'mie's blessing strengthening her arms, Tialyn could not beat the amazon during their sparring.  She got very used to pushing herself up out of the sand and standing again, ready to train further.  At the least, Anara did not seem cruel about it.  She did not taunt Tialyn, though she was relentless in her criticisms of Tialyn's mis-steps or how she stood, or held her blade, or the like.  It was nothing one wouldn't expect from a trainer however.  At least it seemed that Anara did not seem to be overly petty about losing the match the previous day.  There was a three hour break at mid day to eat, bathe, and rest through the hottest part of the day, then it was back to Anara's grueling pace and training until Tialyn could not even lift her blade.  Then again, face in the sand, Anara reminding her that the Pit would not be as gentle, and then sending her on her way for the night.  A late meal, a bath, a massage, Ebony asking if Tialyn wanted special training.  Tialyn considering but refusing.  How could she betray the shining blade and accept another diety?<br/><br/>The next several days continued exactly like that, and while Tialyn was getting stronger, recovering her strength, getting a little quicker, getting her fighting shape back.  By friday she was able to hold her own against Anara for the most part, though it was obvious the amazon was still the better fighter.  She was at least able to beat Anara a few times and wasn't eating anywhere near as much sand.  However it had become obvious that Ebony was unhappy with Tialyn's choice to refuse Ah'mie's help.  On the third day, the massage after combat had turned somewhat sexual, with the drow's fingers teasing the paladin's most sensitive zones, but never going further than teasing.  On thursday, those teases went even further as Tialyn felt her sex stroked, and one finger tip explored inside mid massage, but little more than that.  Finally on friday night, Ebony began to caress Tialyn deeply, pressing fingers slick with massage oil into the paladin's wet slit and a greased thumb pressing past the tight ring of her back door.  Tialyn felt an orgasm building as the drow massaged her body and worked her nethers.  But just as Tialyn grew close Ebony drew back suddenly, pulling her fingers from the paladin's sex and taking her hands off the woman's body.<strong> "I'm sorry mistress," </strong>she hadn't used the term 'risita' since that monday when Tialyn had rejected her idea to train as a worshiper of Ah'mie.<strong> "My goddess does not want me to let you give into the lust.  I thought... maybe... no.  Nevermind!" </strong>Then in a blur, Ebony was dashing from the bathing room and did not return.  When Tialyn finally recovered herself and left the bath she found a guardsman standing outside who said he was to escort her back to her chambers for the night.  Ebony remained unseen until the next day, never returning to the room that night.<br/><br/>The next morning, saturday, the day before Tialyn would fight at the Pit, she was roused by a knock at the door.  She turned and saw that the bed next to her was empty, and was disappointed in how quickly she'd grown used to a soft drow sleeping next to her.  A male voice commanded,<strong> "Mistress, Master Sabin requires you this morning.  He says to clean yourself and prepare only when you are ready for inspection."</strong><br/><br/>Tialyn wasn't exactly sure what that meant, but she made sure to use the washroom and make sure her body was scrubbed clean, her hair straight, and she was ready.  The guardsmen led her to the room she'd first met Master Sabin in.  He was dressed again, in long loose robes.  At one elbow stood Anara, dressed in her slave chains, at the other Ebony, her head hung down, eyes on the floor, her hair hanging aorund her face, she looked defeated for lack of a better word.  But master Sabin greeted Tialyn as she entered,<strong> "Ah, so pleased to see that you've finally joined us.  Seems you took enough time, but no matter.  I have a gift for you elf.  Two sets of armor I had crafted to your size, and I need you to pick one to wear in the pit."</strong><br/><br/>He gestured to two nearby wooden dummies that held what could only laughingly be called armor.  One made of leather, brown and white, with gold trim, protected her torso, her arms, and her shoulders, and almost nothing else.  The cut of the design looked as if it would ride up between her ass cheeks and expose them, and if she moved wrong, give her a wedgie in the front as well.  But more astounding was the plate 'armor' that covered even less.  A silken g-string thong was all that was given for undergarments, and the top exposed more flesh than it protected.  But with heavy plate on her arms and legs.<br/><br/>Anara nodded at both outfits,<strong>"The plate is better protection obviously, but heavier, may slow you down now that you're used to fighting in leather.  But both outfits will tease and entice the crowd, and make it very easy for you to be raped when you get defeated."</strong>Master Sabin glared at her,<strong>"Sorry, if you are defeated."</strong><br/><br/>Master Sabin drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair,<strong> "Yes, well, pick which you like better elf, I haven't all day and Anara wants you to train in whatever outfit you prefer today."</strong>