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[b][u][center]Training the Human

Chapter 1: Property Rights

For Guy_Threepwood

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

It took two days after closing the portal to get the current crop of slaves organized for travel. Humans were hardly capable of doing it for themselves, considering they were ripped of their old world and put under things that none of them recognized, so Lord Denar and the other lords involved had to take up the workload themselves.

That was to say, the tiger lord handed the task over to the skunk and bear lords and their minions, while he worked on training his soldiers…and his personal slave.

As the wagons trundled out of the old quarry, he blocked the human's latest kick with his forearm, chuckling as Rick's leg shook from the force of the blow. He barely felt it, shaking his head a few times.

“You'll have to do better than that, human."

“Give me a fucking break. I still got a busted arm."

“You're using your legs."

Lord Denar twisted around, dropping his arm, and watching the human overbalance almost instantly. He brought his leg up, slamming his shin into the human's belly. He held it back, about half power, but it was still enough to knock the air right out of the human's lungs.

To his credit, Rick didn't collapse. The human grabbed at him, instead, trying to pull him off balance. If the slave had more than one arm working, he might have been able to pull it off. Instead, all he did was tug ineffectually, barely holding himself up. The tiger shook his head, yanking his leg out of the human's grip.

“Not bad. But too slow. My style requires more speed than you're using."

“I told you –"

“Slave."

The human's jaws clicked shut. Not out of any magic, such as the skunks often used on their slaves, or the mechanisms that the bears used to slam shut the jaws of their slaves when they talked too much. It was simple discipline, something that he'd taken great care to drill into the human from the first day.

Rick stood still as he walked around the human, the tiger occasionally reaching down and adjusting the training bands he'd attached to various parts of his slave. Wrists, shoulders, waist, legs; all of them weighted to some degree, helping to add strength during the training. He considered the ones on the thighs, and shook his head.

[i]He'll need another pound or two there, soon enough,[/i] he thought.

“The whole point of your training, slave, is to show everyone else that the lowest of the low can learn how to fight as well as the best of us. My technique is the core element of that plan. If you aren't able to fight well without your arms, when the style is almost entirely leg-based, then you are failing in your part of this.

“And if you fail, then I have no need of you."

Pleasurable as owning a slave was, he could get any human to wet his dick with, and for less trouble than this one offered. There were few humans that came through the portal with any actual skill in fighting, and this was the first one that he'd seen in person. He could be the one to build the legend of Lord Denar, Lord of Hamar, but only if he listened, only if he trained properly.

He stopped behind the human, pressing a paw against the human's bare shoulder.

“If you want to continue benefiting from our deal, stop complaining, and do what you're told. Otherwise, you'll never improve, and I'll have to replace you. Do you understand me?"

“…Yeah, yeah, I get it."

“Then show me what you can do."

The human whipped around, leg already coming up in a sweeping spiral, and the tiger leaped back, laughing at the sudden change.

“Good, good! Faster. Harder!"

The exchange of kicks continued, the human lashing out in a furious set of sweeps rather than jabs, and Denar responded by catching them on his leg or simply rolling out of the way, particularly when they came from above. The human hadn't mastered the downward sweep yet, but there were a number of techniques for building up the power of one's legs as they moved, and the human was definitely getting those ones down. The holes in the ground where the human's heel hit attested to that quite well.

He didn't go easy on the slave, either. Whenever there was an opening, he told the human right where it was, kicking out and ramming his heel into the human's belly, or sides, or ribs, or leg. Anything that was left open took a beating, enough to leave a hard bruise behind if the slave didn't move.

Which he did, eventually.

[i]He learns slow, but he learns.[/i]

The sun had risen a good few hours over the horizon before Lord Denar called a halt to the training, more for the human's sake than his own. Watching the slave panting and gasping for breath, soaked in sweat from head to toe, and looking like he might collapse soon, he imagined that the slave could continue for perhaps fifteen minutes before collapsing. Maybe twenty, if he was pushed hard.

That would be for another day, however.

Despite the crowd they'd attracted on the hill above the wagons, the tiger pointed to the ground, at his feet.

He didn't have to command; the human had been trained for this already. Lord Denar smiled as his slave went to all fours, cradling one arm under him from the injury a few days prior before crawling towards him. No hesitation before leaning down, the broken slave kissing the tiger's toes in supplication.

Denar wiggled his toes as they were given attention, enjoying the soft, gentle feeling of the human's lips working from one toe to another, each time making a little smack sound as they pressed against the meatier parts of his digits. From the big toe down, the human rained kisses upon them until he reached the smallest one.

Then he shifted to the other foot, continuing the soft kisses until he had given each one its proper attention. Only then, Denar was pleased to see, did the human raise his head.

“Can I have a break…Master?"

“You may. Go to the canteen, find yourself some water, and return here. I will wait."

As the human stood up again and ran off, the tiger brushed some of the dirt from their fight off of his chest. There wasn't much, but there was enough to leave a few stains in his fur, and he wasn't about to let that settle if he didn't have to. Sending one of the rabbit scouts to fetch him a robe from his belongings and another to find him a seat, the tiger turned to look over the caravan below him.

It was a massive one, with wagons that stretched out in a line three wide and extending miles towards the horizon. Each one was stuffed with somewhere between five and ten humans, each one stripped down to little more than chains and the barest coverings necessary for them, and a good number in view were already marked as pre-bought, by the other lords among the expedition.

[i]Quite the crop this time,[/i] he thought, shaking his head at them. [i]Weaklings, for the most part…but if this training works out, we might have a new market. Human soldiers, rather than merely human slaves. The merchant princes will lap that up in a heartbeat, if they can get over their own –[/i]

“Denar!"

[i]Oh, lovely.[/i]

He turned around as the grizzly bear marched up the hill, already dressed for the day in his usual leather armor and the various weapons that the general carried. The tiger crossed his arms over his chest, smiling as genteelly as he could.

“And what brings you to me this morning, General Ganden?"

“You know what I'm here for. That human. Are you still thinking you can train them?"

“I think that there's potential with this one. Certainly more than in your current crop of soldiers, for my techniques."

“Your techniques? You mean those kicks of yours?"

“Don't knock them, General. There is sufficient power to do a great deal of damage in a proper kick."

“They're useless against anyone in armor."

“Do you want to test that? I can give a demonstration right here, right now."

Despite the fact that the bear was in armor and he was in nothing more than his fundoshi, the tiger had no doubt that the bear would back down. The General always did, and this was no exception, shaking his head and pulling back a few steps.

The tiger turned away, looking back at the caravan with his hands folded behind his back. After a moment, Ganden cleared his throat.

“At any rate, you should have him among the wagons. Keeping a human this close when he hasn't been officially purchased is bad business."

“Then it is a good thing that I'm not a businessman."

“You know what I mean. They're supposed to stay in the wagons until you buy them at the markets. Pre-buy the human if you like, but stop pretending that he's already yours. All you did was beat him in combat. There are others that want a chance to buy him."

“Such as?"

“Such as the Lord Narrad, head of the rabbits, for what happened that night."

[i]Yes, he would want to interfere in this, wouldn't he?[/i] Denar thought to himself. The black rabbits had been quite useless that night, all said; getting one of their number captured and used as a hostage was a black mark against them, and the fact that they'd been the ones to let him get away at first, as well…It didn't show up as a recommendation for their services in the future, for sure.

But he doubted that Narrad simply wanted to buy the human as a toy. More than likely, such a purchase would end in the human's death, simply as a way to bury the facts of what had happened. And he wasn't about to let that happen, not with someone that could be so useful.

The tiger shrugged.

“I plan to use him for what I can, for as long as I can. If others want to complain about it, have them bring their complaints to me. I'll settle it for them, if they want to stand up to me."

“One of these days, this trial by combat is going to bite you in the ass."

“When that day comes, I'll be learning something new. Is there anything else, General?"

“…No."

“Good. Then leave me alone. My slave will return shortly."

The bear grumbled, turning and walking back down the hill to wherever he had assigned himself for the move. Denar watched his retreating back for a few moments, then dismissed it from his mind, looking back towards the horizon again.

His plans were already expanding from his personal slave, thinking of how he could take his teachings, his technique, and apply it to the other slaves that came through every year. If he could put together a few units of cheap soldiers like that, showing that the power of his technique could be passed on so easily, he would not only have proven that he had something worth buying, but he would have his own enforcers, mercenary groups that would be eager to fight for the prospect of freedom. Slaves could be bought cheap, sold as super soldiers, and – as they earned more privilege for themselves – be let go from the unit and replaced with fresh soldiers. A constantly rotating pool.

Of course, it wouldn't last for longer than a decade or two. Once the other lords figured out his method, and had a chance to poach one of the people that had learned it better than the others to teach it to their slaves, he would lose exclusivity, and his monopoly. But by then, his legacy would be ensured.

[i]A legacy of power, and knowledge…[/i]

The tiger smiled, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath of the morning air. Yes, it would be great.

Step, step, step, came the sound of the human returning. He didn't turn, merely held out his hand for the water that the human had brought back. A canteen was pressed into his hand, and by then, the rabbit scouts had returned. He didn't miss the way that they looked at his slave, expressions ranging from annoyance to flat-out hatred in their eyes as they looked the human over before they departed. He noted it down, before pulling the robe they brought on, and then sitting in the chair that they had delivered to him.

“Slave, on your knees."

“Master?"

“Knees."

He didn't like repeating himself, but Rick sometimes needed it. That independent streak had led him to rebel before, and he didn't need another of those on his hands. The human went down to his knees on the repetition, however, and looked up at him, waiting for some sort of explanation.

The tiger uncorked the canteen, taking a small sip before leaning forward. The folding chair beneath him barely supported his muscular bulk, and the little foot rest just above the ground left his legs bent in an uncomfortable angle. He shook his head.

“You are tired and thirsty, yes, slave?"

“I am, Master."

“Then let's kill two birds with one stone."

“How?"

“You will have your drink. However, you will lick it from my feet."

He turned the canteen over, letting the cool water run over his bare feet. It soaked down the fur, sliding between the toes and over the undersides of his feet, carrying away the dirt that had covered it during the fight. After a few seconds, he could feel that his feet were quite clean, if damp, and lifted them up. The human stared at them for a moment, and Denar cleared his throat.

“If you wish to have something to drink, then you will lick it up from my feet. And make sure that you worship them properly. Some of the others are getting ideas."

“You've gotta be fucking with me…"

“It is the choice of licking it off of my feet, or waiting until nightfall, when you can drink it from a bowl."

“Fuck…"

“Make your choice, human."

He was surprised that it took Rick so long to actually choose. Considering the workout that the human had been put through, he'd been expecting his slave to go for the water as soon as it was presented, but no. Instead, there was almost a minute's worth of hesitation before the human leaned in, grunting and grumbling before sticking out his tongue and dragging it along.

[i]Heh, he is stubborn…but that is part of the reason he got my attention,[/i] he reminded himself, the tiger trying to keep his goodwill for the human high. [i]But he needs to learn his place, or he will end up trying my patience too far one of these days.[/i]

Still, the distraction of that tongue working from his heel to his toes was a nice one, and reminded him that he could have as much fun keeping the human underfoot like this as he could in the ring. He smiled as he watched that tongue flick along the bottom of his foot, working towards his toes bit by bit. Occasionally, he reached down, pouring a little more water over his toes and over the bottom of his foot, refreshing the pool from which the human could drink.

Despite the initial hesitation, his slave was working his feet quite well, dragging that tongue along with enough force to drag the flesh along, making it distort a little, pulled up with a lick before falling down again. It was almost like a massage to the muscles beneath, and he smiled, chuckling to himself as the human licked away.

“You are slowly learning your place. You were broken to stay before. Soon, I will break you to full obedience."

“I…don't think…I need to be broken," the human said between licks.

“You'll have to be. All fighters are broken. Like I was, before I took on my mantle."

The human blinked, staring past the tiger's toes, and Denar chuckled.

“A story for another time. Continue licking; we have a long journey ahead of us, and I doubt that you'll be sleeping for it. There's quite a few tasks that I have in mind for you to complete before we arrive at our destination."

“…Yes, master."

The human got back to licking, and Denar leaned back in his chair, resting the ignored foot on the human's shoulder, and letting the other get all the attention he wanted. It was quite satisfying to have a slave licking one's feet, lathering them with a layer of spit in order to get what they wanted.

He reached down beneath his robe, squeezing at his bulge in his fundoshi. It was already getting quite hard, quite thick, and he doubted that he would be able to resist getting off at least a few times during the journey today. But that was fine. It was part of the reason that he had a slave, after all.

He squeezed his bulge to the tempo of the human's licks, working himself up into a lather as that firm tongue dragged along his sole, working from heel to toe in long, slow licks. He was sure that the human was getting the water far more than he was getting into the worship, but the motivations didn't matter as long as he performed the task. For now, at least. The tiger was quite serious about needing to break the human, at some point.

[i]But what would work sufficiently for that, I wonder?[/i] he thought, squeezing himself again, feeling his cock getting harder and harder. [i]A continued humiliation for him? Perhaps, though that might only get him angry. Perhaps something that gives him a reward more often when he does what I like, coupled with some more punishments. The rabbits would probably like to have a turn with him…[/i]

The more he thought about it, the more he liked it. Particularly as he imagined the human forced to lick along the rabbits' long, slender paws. The human would be buried beneath them before the rabbits were done, and it would probably buy him a little good will from Lord Narrad, giving him some time to buy up the human properly.

Much as the General had annoyed him, that much was true. He would need to buy the human rather than simply claiming him.

Feeling the licks slowing, he shifted his feet around, putting the spit-slick one on the human's shoulder while pouring water over the other one.

“Don't stop. You have about thirty minutes of licking left before we move down to the caravan…"

#

With feet cleaner than they'd been since he left his manor, Lord Denar approached his horse. The human was already there, rubbing his mouth. There'd been complaints from the slave that he was starting to get sore in the jaw, that he was having issues fitting the tiger's toes into his mouth properly. If that was the case, he would probably welcome what was to come next.

The other lords and soldiers glared at him as he walked over to the horse, mutters about him making them wait filtering down the line. Lord Denar hardly cared. It wasn't as if they hadn't made him wait in the past, and it wasn't like they hadn't been spending time with their slaves back then, either.

“Human, have you ever ridden a horse before?"

“…No, Master."

“Then you're going to learn today."

He grabbed the naked slave, throwing him up and over the back of the horse. There was a slight wince, probably from the human coming down with no padding between his legs onto the saddle. Denar chuckled to himself, shaking his head a few times as he pulled himself up behind the human, plopping himself down on the back of the saddle.

Rather than grabbing the reins, he reached down and undid his fundoshi. In full view of the other lords – for, after all, what was worth doing in private was worth doing with an audience – he let his erection flop out on the human's ass cheeks. Immediately, his slave stiffened up, and the tiger chuckled.

“If you thought that I was done, you were greatly mistaken."

He pushed his cock down, forcing the human to lean forward amidst the various grumbles from his slave. It didn't take much. Just a little pressure to get his cock aligned with the human's pucker, a slide forward, and –

“NNNGH!"

As always, the human groaned, biting his lips and hissing. The tiger shook his head, bringing a clawed hand down on the human's ass.

“No complaining, now. This is part of your fate, and one of many services you owe me."

“This…is…humiliating."

“As a slave, I doubt that you will remember dignity before long. You'll figure it out, soon enough."

As he wriggled himself forward, gradually sheathing his cock in the human's hole, he could see some of the other lords around him looking down at the cages. He knew those looks. They were thinking of doing something similar, and wondering if they could get away with it. They were all interested in trying something, now that he'd shown that he was willing to be the first and dare doing something that brazen in public.

[i]Heh, let them try. It's harder than it looks.[/i]

He reached around his human, getting the reins in hand. Dragging the horse around so that it faced the proper direction, Denar let the horse take a few steps, letting the natural rhythm of the horse's body rock him forward, pull him back, and rock him forward again, his cock sliding back and forth in the human's hole. Just as planned, for that matter.

Chuckling as the human groaned and blushed beneath him, he pointed towards the horizon. Other tigers amidst the caravan perked up immediately, as he knew they would. Soldiers of his house, followers, people that had served for years. They all knew how to listen to.

“Forward unto the future."

The horses on the wagons started moving, and the wagons followed as the caravan finally started moving. Denar followed them, letting his hose pick up a little bit of speed. Not that he needed it, but he felt that it would get him closer to his first orgasm a little faster than a simple walk might.

And besides, the human made funny noises at the harder penetrations.

#

[i]Six hours later…[/i]

The slave had begged for a break for over thirty minutes, and the tiger finally gave in. He gave notice that he needed to leave the line, and turned the horse over to the edge of the road. Still in full view of everyone else, but out of the way. He stopped the horse, pulled back – and out – and dismounted.

As expected, the groaning human's ass was spread wide, gaping from being filled with the tiger's cock all day long. He smirked, giving the cheeks a good spank before he leaned against the horse's flank.

“Looks like you were enjoying that more than you thought."

“Shut up…"

“There's a word missing there, human. Do not forget it."

“…Master."

“That's better."

The tiger moved away from the horse, looking down the line of slaves that were on their way to market. It would take them a week to get there, a week in which time he would need to finish training his slave in the ways of the Stalking Cat technique. It would, at least, mean that he would have trained the human to be valuable, and would make him a little more capable if he ended up getting bought by Lord Narrad. Not enough to live through whatever the rabbit would do to him, but enough to keep him from being easy meat.

Several black rabbits passed by as they rested, the mercenaries looking as surly as ever. He shook his head. They didn't take losses well…

As the human continued to groan behind him, a plan started to take shape in the tiger's head. It wasn't much, but…it might be worth trying. Something that would inspire the human, push the rest of the camp to see what was going on, and maybe, just maybe, allow him a chance to show off.

“Human."

“Yes, Master?"

“How do you rate yourself, as a fighter?"

“Compared to…who?"

“…Compared to other humans, and then against the rabbits."

“I'd say I'm a better brawler than most of the people I knew back home, and I'm better than that, now. Against the rabbits…dunno. The ones I fought before were all surprised."

“That would explain a few things, I admit."

“What things are those?"

“Just how easily you won, for example."

“…Master, I did actually –“

“Let's not get into that right now."

It was a good point, though. The human would likely believe that he had some skill, even if he acknowledged that the rabbits had been beaten out of surprise more than anything else. It would be a lesson, and something to drive home the point that humans were, by their very nature, weaker than those around them.

And it would give the rabbits a point of pride, he supposed.

Five minutes was enough of a break, he thought, and he hopped back on the horse. The human groaned under him as he slid his cock back home, finding it easier this time with the seed already in his slave, and they rejoined the caravan line.

#

It was nightfall when Rick finally had the chance to be alone. His ass ached, and his body was utterly shot in terms of energy. He could still feel his 'master's' cum oozing out of his hole, running down his ass cheeks and pooling under him as he laid outside the tent. His nose was still full of the musk of the tiger's feet after he'd been used as a foot rest before the tiger had retired. And his cock…

[i]You traitorous thing…[/i]

He glared down between his legs. Even laying on his side, he could see how hard the damn thing was, poking forward and begging for attention despite everything that he'd been through. No matter how humiliating getting fucked all day long on the horse was, he'd cum twice, and his cock looked like it wanted a third one.

It wasn't going to get it, though. He wasn't going to bend that easily.

Folding his arms around his middle in determination, he rested his head against a few saddlebags that he'd been given, trying to take his mind off of his own horniness. It wasn't so easy as he hoped, as the memories of the day washed over him.

[i]Stupid…sexy…tiger…feet,[/i] he thought, remembering being on his knees and licking them. Even with the water showering over them, he'd still tasted sweat, still been smothered by the musk that developed over the fight. He could still feel the massive pair pressing against his face, smothering him beneath them until the lord had decided that they were late for the caravan. It was humiliating enough to have to lick them clean normally, but now he needed to do it for his water? That was far worse.

“Slave."

He was broken out of his memories at the tiger's voice. Turning his head – not daring to let the tiger see how hard he was – he saw his muscular master standing behind him. Still in nothing but the fundoshi. Lord Denar chuckled.

“If you're done fantasizing, I would appreciate you finding your way to the canteen and bringing me back a cup of tea."

“You would 'appreciate' it, or you require it?"

“There's no difference between the two, slave. Go."

He knew the truth of that. Groaning, Rick pulled himself to his feet. The weights on his ankles, thighs, wrists, shoulders, and everywhere else pulled on him constantly, but it wasn't as bad as it had been on the first day. At least now, he could walk easily enough, and there wasn't the constant feeling of being dragged down through the ground if he didn't keep up a constant momentum.

The camp had been set up differently to the hill-fort that they'd had around the portal. Here, they'd broken up into a series of highly defined, walled camps that surrounded a central point. Thankfully, his master's tent was close to that center part, but it was still a ten-minute walk to the canteen.

He had been walking for about six minutes when the night came to life on his left. A black rabbit leaped out from behind a tent, and he jumped in shock.

“Identify yourself," the rabbit said.

“Lord Denar's slave."

“…"

“Am I free to go? Or do we need to have this out again?"

The rabbits had been a pain in his ass ever since that first night. They were still pissed about him taking down one of their own, of using one of them for a hostage. There'd been a number of 'pranks' that they'd released on him. From the time that they'd sent him running out to the forest to find some sort of plan that didn't exist to the time that they'd left him running all over the camp with bad directions, to the time that they'd sent him plummeting down the hill into the latrine…all of them had been in on the jokes, and all of them were keen on making him miserable, or so it seemed.

He was just about ready for a fight as the rabbit walked up to him, but he wasn't ready for the punch that took him right in the nose.

Falling back a few steps, Rick barely brought his good arm up to his nose before another punch came right for his ribs. An instinctive kick managed to block it, but only barely, and it knocked him off-balance besides.

“What the fuck?!"

“You think that you can just humiliate my students, human?"

“Students? What the fuck are you talking about? I didn't do a damn thing."

“You beat one of us. One of the ones that I trained."

“Oh, son of a -"

The next kick sent him backwards by five feet, a big rabbit foot buried in his belly and kicking the air out of his lungs. If it wasn't for the fact that he was used to that from Lord Denar, he was pretty sure that it would have broken his ribs, if not something much, much worse.

The rabbit was fast, faster than he could move with all the weights on him. He blocked a few more hits, barely keeping up with the rabbit's punches, but the kicks kept getting through. He got knocked back another few feet, and then another, pushed back until he had his back up against someone's tent -

CRACK!

And then, a black-furred foot took him right in the forehead, knocking him out.

#

Lord Denar shook his head as he came to collect the human. It had happened, almost as he thought it would. The rabbits heard that the human was alone, without protection, and they'd pounced. As they always did, in the dark. They'd talk about it with each other, they'd say how they'd taken some revenge.

The human, unfortunately, had been beaten up worse than he'd expected. Probably a bruised rib, at least, and that footprint bruise on his cheeks would take a while to fade.

The tiger patted the human after pulling him out of the wreckage of the tent, slowly waking him up. The slave groaned, shaking his head.

“Ugh…"

“It looks like you had a rather unfortunate encounter."

“Unfortunate - that rabbit fucking kicked my ass…"

“Yes, the teachers of their fighting style don't particularly take losing well. What are you going to do about it?"

“I'm going to feed that rabbit his own lucky foot…"

“Heh, and that is why I picked you. The next tier of training starts first thing tomorrow morning."

“Next tier?"

“I've been giving you the baby steps. It's time to take it up a notch."

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]