“What the hell,” I cried out as I fell to the ground on my back.
Peter ran to me and tried to help me stand up, “How did he throw you to the ground so fast?” He asked.
“Well thank you for your concern my friend,” I was in pain. Not from my back but from the dizziness in my head as a result of my complete and uncontrollable flip in the air.
“You’ll survive,” Peter replied, “but how the hell did he make you fly like that?”
“Why don’t you go and ask him yourself?” I snapped at my friend who I was leaning on for support, “maybe he can show you what he did.”
“Oh no thanks,” Peter said as I returned limping to where we were sitting in a circle surrounding our new instructor.
“I would like you to meet your new teacher,” Chief Daii Mustafa said pointing at a short yellow man with yellow skin wearing a matching yellow shirt and yellow trousers.
“This is master Yang, your new instructor,” the Chief said. “Master Yang is from China and he will be teaching you new combat techniques without using any weapons of sorts.” The chief should have warned me before I volunteered to fight this puny guy.
“As you can see from this demonstration Master Yang will teach you to defend yourselves even when you are not armed,” the chief explained, “he will also teach you how to kill your enemies with a single blow or render them defenseless as you saw happen with John.”
“Unfortunately master Yang’s Arabic is not so good so you will have to be patient in his class,” the Daii explained.
“But how will we communicate with Master Yang?” Peter was stupid enough to ask.
“When you’re on your back like your friend there then you’ll know when you haven’t been following his instructions.” The chief replied and Peter shut his mouth up.
Master Yang’s classes proved to be very interesting as well as very painful. But after a few months we managed to spend less time flipping in the air or sprawling on our backs. Few of us excelled in these lessons and I was one of those but at a great cost to my bones structure and my self esteem.
“What the hell happened to you?” Mistress Maria cried out in horror as I came into her house. I could barely open one of my eyes and my right arm was wrapped in a sling to hold it in place. Master Yang had showed us a new technique to disarm a knife wielding opponent. Unfortunately my arm was in the way. The black eye was from the day before. Another result of my lack of concentration against a fellow student. But I could not miss my weekly lesson with the Mistress even if I had to crawl on my hands and knees to get to her.
“Sit, sit, before you fall to the ground,” she yelled at me, “how the hell am I supposed to teach you boys anything if the Chief keeps sending you to me in pieces?” She exclaimed and that is when the girls came into the room.
“Aaaaa,” Joel screamed and Luna laughed.
“Hurry Girls,” the mistress shouted, “let’s treat this man’s wounds before he dies on us.” And the girls ran to either side of me and helped me lie down on the cushions.
“Who did this to you?” Joel asked. I can see she was about to cry in my arms. I didn’t know if she was really concerned or she was acting that time. Joel was a great actor but I liked her company and we grew to be good friends for a long time to come. Luna held her hand to her mouth trying to hide her giggles but she couldn’t help herself. She wasn’t a good actor.
“Luna,” the mistress said, “go and get water and some ointment to put on his eyes,” and the girl sprang to obey.
“I am sorry mistress,” I apologized, “I don’t know if I can hold the Oud in my hand today.”
“Of course you can’t. Stupid boy,” she obviously said, “but you’ll survive.”
“Oh God. Why have I been hearing this a lot lately,” I was on the verge of crying out from pain.
“Ok Joel, get him out of his clothes so we can see if any other thing is broken,” the mistress ordered her student and I was surprised to hear that. I didn’t know what she had in mind but I was in to much pain to ask.
I could feel that Joel was as surprised as I was but she was even more excited with her teacher’s request. She smiled at me in her most seductive of smiles as she started to undress me slowly. This was the first time Joel had touched me in an intimate way. For more than a year now I had been learning poetry, music, singing and even dancing with the girls under the supervision of mistress Maria and she had not allowed my relationship with the girls to go beyond that. Although they went out of their way to dress in the most seductive of manners but I got used to that. I had seen their bodies, breasts, nipples, legs and even glimpsed a bit of their bush underneath their provocative attires but I was never allowed to touch or do anything. If it wasn’t for the mistress teaching me all those joyful lessons in passion and seduction I would have exploded of lust just looking at those two. However the mistress and I had always made love when we were alone in the room. I don’t know if the girls had ever seen us do it. I would have hoped they did. Hell I even dreamt they did.
“Ouch. Ouch. Ouch,” I cried out as Joel was taking my shirt off after she removed the sling from my arm, “I can’t pull my arm straight. It is to painful.”
“Oh you’ll survive,” Joel reprimanded.
“Will every one stop saying that,” I screamed, “oh hell this is not my week.”
Joel finished taking my clothes off leaving me completely naked on the cushions with a hugh hard-on for all to see. And the mistress was there watching and grinning at us.
“Well nothing is broken there,” the mistress said pointing at my cock and Joel blushed.
Luna came into the room carrying a ball of water and a jar. As she saw me laying flat naked on my back with my cock pointing up to the ceiling she dropped the water on the floor and screamed, “oooo.”
“Just leave that and come over here,” Maria ordered, “it is not like you’ve never seen a man’s dick before.” Now I was blushing.
Luna came and sat on one side of me while Joel was on the other side and the mistress was already sitting between my legs. I didn’t know if I wanted to cry out from pain or pleasure but I eventually did from both. I was the only one in the room without my clothes on. The mistress and the girls remained dressed if that is what you would call those things on their bodies. They barely concealed anything underneath which further added to my cock’s torture.
“Well girls I have wanted to give you a lesson in pain and pleasure and John’s condition now has given me this opportunity. So I guess it is a good a day to learn about this as any,” the mistress began her lesson.
I had my sprained arm bent on my chest. I could not move it or pull it straight and it was throbbing like hell. Suddenly the mistress grabbed my cock in one hand and my arm in the other nudging it a little and I almost fainted from the pain.
“You see girls the human body is a resilient thing. It can withstand pain as well as pleasure to a great extent. The two emotions can sometimes coexist with one another. But which is more powerful do you think?” She asked as she continued to hold both my cock and my arm in her hands.
“Pain,” Luna yelled out.
“No pleasure,” Joel objected and I was about to cry out.
“Well let us see. Shall we?” the mistress said and I hoped she wasn’t considering using me as a test subject? Oh God I knew she did.
“Ok girls. I want you to go down on his cock until he screams from pleasure. But don’t make him come until I tell you. You can use your hands and mouths as I taught you before. I will slowly straighten his arm so we can see which he can tolerate more. Will it be pain or pleasure?” she explained what she was planning to do and I was terrified but aroused at the same time.
As I said it was the first time the mistress was allowing the girls to touch me and I was ecstatic but terrified. “Please mistress, please don’t,” I cried out.
“Oh be quite John you’ll survive,” she said. Oh God not that again.
“Can we touch him now mistress?” Luna asked as she continued to giggle. I could see that the girls were a little hesitant to touch me.
The mistress was surprised Luna asked that question, “it is not like you are both virgins so why are you hesitating my dear?” The mistress asked.
“But it is John mistress. You always said we were to seduce him but never to touch him.” Luna explained, “I knew we have been with boys before but this is different. This is John.” I started to have a feeling I had a plague or some other sickness I didn’t know about.
But when the mistress laughed and said, “it is ok now girls. John is all yours,” I was relieved and petrified.
Joel and Luna both grabbed my cock and started to play with it. Finally my dreams were starting to come true. I was to be about to be fucked by my two friends and I was smiling and crying from pain at the same time. They started by playing with my cock using their hands stroking and pulling in every direction. Luna held my balls in hers tickling them as Joel kept pulling up and down on my shaft. Then one by one they put my cock in their mouths and sucked on it using their lips. Oh God they were good. Oh so very good. I almost came but they wouldn’t allow it. Oh God why was life so cruel to me these days?
Through out this time I almost forgot about the mistress who had changed her position and she was now sitting behind me. However my eyes were transfixed on the two girls as they were exploring every inch of my dick with their mouths, lips, tongues even with their teeth.
“Now girls,” I suddenly heard the mistress shout.
And the girls increased their play and I was shouting out from pleasure, “I am coming Joel,” I cried. Joel had my cock in her mouth and Luna was playing with my balls. I shot my sperm in her mouth and it erupted out dripping on her chin and covering both her hands.
I opened my eyes to find Joel wiping her hands and face with a towel and Luna continued to giggle. I looked up to see the mistress holding my hand straight up towards her and the pain was almost gone. How the hell did she do that? I knew she was a witch of some kind but that was to much.
“You see girls,” the mistress said, “pleasure is one of the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world. It can far surpass pain. It can also be used as a pain suppressant in some cases,” she explained, “as you were making John come his mind was only able to feel pleasure and he forgot about the pain in his arm. It is at this point when a man or a woman are at their weakest and you can make them do what ever you want them to.”
“Mistress,” I said after she finished her demonstration.
“Yes John,”
“I think I am going to ask Master Yang to break my other hand next time,” I said.
All three ladies laughed at my joke but the mistress only replied, “If you do that John I will personally break both your legs myself.”
“What is the word for MOON in the German language?” I asked Joel a few months after that first group lesson with the Mistress. Since then we have had a few other pleasurable lessons under Maria’s supervision and sometimes with her participation and they all proved to be very enlightening. And since then the mistress instructed Joel to start teaching me German. I believe it was the Chief Daii who ordered so but I didn’t complain. I liked Joel and I liked being alone with her.
We were sitting on the roof of the main house looking at the stars as she was trying to teach me the meanings of some words in her mother tongue.
“It is Mond,” she replied.
“Ihr Gesicht ist wie der Mond amd Ihre Augen sind wie die Sterne am Himmel,” I said. A phrase which translates to: your face is like the moon and your eyes are like the stars in the heavens.
“Oh John. That is good,” Joel was surprised, “I didn’t know you could also compose poetry in German.”
One of my most enjoyable lessons with mistress Maria was poetry. Every week she would give me a few Arabic poems to memories and by that time I knew more than a thousands lines of poetry and I could even compose a few of my own.
“You know that your smile inspires me my dear,” I said.
Joel looked at me but I could feel she wasn’t herself that night. Her smile hid a sadness behind her eyes that only I could detect.
“What is it Joel?” I asked, “are you feeling well?”
“I am fine my friend,” she said, “but I am sad that that is all we can ever be. Just friends. It is all that any of us can ever be around here.”
“And why are you saying that Joel?” I asked.
“You know I am right John,” she said, “we are being trained by Master Badr and we will be sent to do his bidding very soon. We might or we might not comeback from our missions. So non of us can afford to be more than friends.”
“I guess you are right,” I confirmed, “in a few days we will also be leaving with the Master in one of his expeditions. It is going to our first battle since we have started training in his school. I am not sure who among us will survive but what ever happens I am glad that I had the chance to know you and Luna. After Peter you are my closest friends in the school. Come to think of it you are my only friends in the world.”
“And so are you John,” she said, “you are a good friend and I would hate to loose you so soon so please be careful tomorrow. Will you?”
“Don’t worry about me,” I tried alleviate her concern, “you know I am one of the best swordsman in Egypt.” I was trying to show off.
“Heh, you wish,” she shrugged of my arrogance, “but seriously please be careful.” I could see she was concerned for my well being. That was the first time I felt that someone was concerned for me. She was a good friend and I loved her for what she was. And to this day I still regret what I did to her in the years that followed.
“Please hold me close John,” she said, “Let’s forget about the German lesson for tonight. I want you to fuck me as if it is our last night together.” And I did but it was not our last and it won’t be for many years to come.
