Learning the ropes

The man's last week had not been easy, despite belonging to Sejuani and obediently complying with her every whim he still picked up a lot of abuse from the Winter Claw clansmen. As a survivor of the latest Avarosan raid, he was being taught how to live and work as part of Sejuani's warband, but there was so much that he couldn't do. Despite his ineptitude, or maybe because of it, Sejuani had begun teaching him personally. She started with the simple things, she taught him to hold a weapon, how to block a strike, and then began weight training him. He had his own harness, a fifty pound chestpiece, fifteen pounds on each forearm, and twenty pounds on each leg. Sejuani had told him that it would help him move nimbly, and would help him adjust to armor, but he thought that she might secretly just enjoy watching him fumble into the snow. The piece was uncomfortable, unwieldy, and every day when it finally came off, he felt like he had worked himself half to death with the pain in his muscles.

It was a grueling month, but somehow he had made it past basic training. His body felt stronger, more agile, definitely. He had learned to wield weapons of all types, and also how to deal with blows from them. He could spar with some of the other Winter Claw clansmen, and found himself enjoying the camaraderie. He had not forgotten that these are the people that torched his village, but as Sejuani reminded him, they were now the only people he had. The village had died, and was probably forgotten. To attempt to fight this, while an interesting show of confidence, would only get him killed. Walking into Sejuani's tent he found that the woman was waiting for him, her arms crossed she surveyed him as he stood silent, in the entryway. "You look like a warrior now, good job worm." she said with a smirk, as she turned away.  "Come, let's clean up." she said briskly, as she always did. It was a welcome change though, she was allowing him to bathe with her, and a few times she had him clean her as well. It was strange, but it felt good.
Sliding into the tub, he sighed appreciatively. Hot water was such a luxury, the Avarosan had never used it, but the Winter's Claw considered it an investment. It soothed sore muscles, eased tensions, and that could be the difference between living and dying the next day. Stopping himself on that grim line of thought, he turned towards Sejuani who was staring at him expectingly. Reaching over, she grabbed his crotch, finding him poking up, despite his best attempts to conceal it. "You belong to me, I know you. Did your really think you could hide it?" Sejuani asked, an eyebrow raised. Not waiting for an answer, she stroked it lightly, surprising the man. She had never done anything to him, for him, the feeling was amazing. "Tomorrow will be your first battle." She announced wistfully, as she stroked him along, looking at him with a blank look on her face, continuing to stroke him in the water. "Tomorrow, you will die." she spat, grimly. Feeling him begin to throb in her hand, she squeezed him tightly, denying him the pleasure.

"If you can survive tomorrow, I'll do something even better."