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Becoming a slave was not an overnight thing. Trying to restore one would not be either. If any progress was made, it was small. Considerable patience would be required to significantly change things. Mirina felt no joy in seeing Anahel cry, appreciated she was trying to help. But that was not enough, at least not enough to do it this quickly. Some of the light had returned her eyes, as she answered that. “…If you remember more, you might understand. That moment, I was told by another slave, I did not believe it then, but she was right. I felt despair, just like you said, I was tortured too, among other things. But the girl was right, suddenly it all clicked. It felt so good, better than anything in my life. The moment I decided I wanted to be his slave. How good it felt just to do whatever he wanted, to not make any choices, unless he told me to.” ”If you want to help me, don’t abandon me. Keep me by your side. Maybe you will remember, understand why I don’t want anything else.” Leaving her on the farm when her and Maxim left was probably not an open. The trick was to keep Mirina at her side. Do her best to try to ease her off being a slave, with the help of the bond of being a former slave herself. It would not be fast, but it was probably the most effective way.

There it was, she remembered everything. Though the reaction was not was not what Mirina expected. She froze up as she listened. It felt like a complete rejection, from someone who was supposed to understand her completely. After sitting there silently for a few minutes, the dull emptiness returned to her eyes. Her hand pulled out and she stepped outside the room, outside the house. She was lost again. She still felt the same about her life. Anahel used to be a slave, but understood nothing about how she felt. She saw little hope there anymore, but she saw nothing in her old life either. She could not go back to that. It was unfortunate Anahel had such a master, she could not blame her for how she felt, but she would not accept what she said applied more broadly, that the same would have happened to her.

Logan went at her with a new intensity. He was filled with a confidence he did not expect to have when he entered this room. He did not know if it would last after the effects wore off, but he would do anything and everything he wanted to Anya, at least that he was allowed to without paying more. It felt better than last time, maybe the state of mind, maybe the lube. He did not know how much he had left inside, but he intended to give Anya every drop. Every drop left into her womb. He felt like he would remain hard for some time, regardless of if there was any left or how many times times he orgasmed. That was normally an advantage women had over men, but right now they were equalized there. He went hard, would give it to Anya as rough as she wanted, to burn this memory into her mind. For now he was the one controlling it, but he would give her anything she asked or begged for too over the night.

Mirina’s enthusiasm slowed, though she did not stop. Anahel was supposed to understand. She went through this. She felt it, trained until she gave in. The training was hard, but the result was worth it. But Mirina wanted to try a little more. “…You lived a whole life as one of us. You did not die young, did you? Don’t you have any positive memories of after the training…?” If she lived a longer life as a slave, maybe there was something. “…Did you give your master any children?” It was a common thing for slaves, naturally, to eventually have one more children with her master. Mirina did not, not having been a slave very long. But if Anahel had been one for long, she probably had. Her limited understanding was it was up to the master what sort of life such children had. Some remained slaves, some were granted varying degrees of freedoms, especially if the master was unmarried and the slave children were his only children. Only Anahel’s memories could answer the question of the fate of any children she might have had for her old master.

Mirina was starting to wonder if she should stop, seeing the apparent discomfort in Anahel’s head. But for now, she kept going, hoping it was just temporary confusion. Hopefully it was just a temporary discomfort after starting to remember. “Don’t be scared. That was your life too. Embrace it, remember it. Choose how much of each you want to be now.” She tried to help Anahel with the adjustment. She chose to be a slave, Anahel could choose whether or not return to that life. But whether she did or not, she should remember it.

There were no answers to Anahel’s question. She had the choice of how to do this. Try to demand Mirina to stop in a way she would? Call on Maxim to help her? Or let Mirina continue? Mirina had no idea how easy it was to remind Anahel of her old past. How much of her old life would return? What sort of mix would she be, of the angel she was and the slave she used to be? “Are you remembering what it felt like, how much girls like us love it?” She asked, going a little faster, trying to match the pace of an energetic man.

Anahel said she did not, but the sounds she made said otherwise. Possibly her body remembered. “To have a mistress who went through it all, knows what it was like, to be made into a slave and live as one. I could not want anything more…It feels so familiar, doesn’t it? Something you loved so much.” She asked with a smile, as her fingers continued to run. It was something the old Anahel would have felt so many times before. Even a reincarnation could probably not make her completely forget. A sensation etched into her mind, body and soul.

“Just give it a little longer. You know it feels good. We all do.” Mirina would stop if Anahel got much more upset, but she hoped the angel would warm up to it after the shock wore off. Mirina knew it was probably hard, remembering it all, especially the training. But maybe she would remember the happiness too. “…You loved your master, loved pleasing him. Let me take your place. Be the one to please you.” The spell of course was still in effect too. Anahel could call out for Maxim’s help if she needed to. How would remembering this impact her relationship with him, would she be even more obedient, begin to call him ‘master’? She slid two fingers inside, began sliding them in and out, a partial imitation of what Anahel’s old master did to her.

That basically confirmed it for Mirina. Anahel might not have been able to remember, might not want to remember. But the angel was the same as her at some point in the past. “…Deep down. Deep inside, you at least understand me now, don’t you? You know why I think and feel the way I do, because you used to be the same.” She did not want Anahel to become a slave again, she was the mistress now. But she would happy if Anahel understood her better, understood why she did not want to go back. Her fingers began rubbing, feeling the signs Anahel was really a woman. Maybe the angel remembered this too, how they had been taught to please, though primarily to please men. “I have not done this to another woman before, but just relax. Remember how good it feels.” Her fingers did not penetrate yet, they teased the outsides, reminding Anahel of sex, though that was something she probably most associated with being a slave.

Mirinia had only been asking if they were physically the same down there. Though Anahel asked the questions that were on her mind. She was human before? Were they the same? "...You think you were the same as me? Try to remember. You felt it, didn't you? The moment it all made sense? The best moment of your life." Was that what drew her to Anahel? Hints that she had once been a slave too? Maybe Anahel the slave was gone, but maybe the angel could remember some of it. Understand why Mirina felt the way she did. "After that moment you would have lived for your master, would do anything for him. Try to remember, you will remember how I felt about him, feel about you, how much I need you.." Maybe it would only make Anahel feel stronger about 'healing' her, but if the two had this similarity, maybe they would get closer as well. It might or might not help Anahel find a way to change Mirina.

There it was again. They were not the same but there was something so vaguely familiar about Anahel, a similarity that drew her to the angel. Did Anahel feel it too? Had she noticed it? She did not know what it was, but it made her want Anahel. “Are we the same, human and angel women?” She reached further and felt, her fingers roaming, seeing if it was the same as her body or not. If an Angel could feel what she felt.

Mirina hesitated. Last warning? What would it really mean if she touched it? There was something there, wasn't there? If there was just skin, there was no reason for Anahel to feel so strongly about this. Touching it would probably stop it in that case. She did want to know, was it the same or was it different? Anahel's warning was the only thing holding her back. One complication though was she had a rather distorted view of love now. "I loved my master. I will love you too." She completely believed it, her feelings for her master, her loyalty, it could have been called love, though it was an unhealthy and twisted variety. She genuinely believed they could feel the same. "If you give me a chance, you will love me too...or do you love the prince?" She saw a certain similarity in them there. A certain almost obedience Anahel showed Maxim. It was not as strong as what she had felt for her master, but maybe it was heading there.

Mirina watched, genuinely confused by Anahel's discomfort. "I'm doing this for you. There is nothing wrong with it, just relax, it is nothing to hate, it feels really good. Is it because I'm a girl? A human? We are not married?" She tried to consider any reason Anahel would be bothered by it. She was doing it as a slave, but it was still her choice. She saw no reason for that to be the thing that bothered Anahel, no matter how much she said so. Was it one of the things she just mentioned, or was there another reason, she was not mentioning? Her hand went in a little deeper, to see if there were other reactions. She stopped where if they went any deeper, they would touch her target.

"Will I even find anything up there? How different are angels and humans?" Mirina asked as her hand went up. She intended to find out by feeling, not expecting Anahel to answer her. She also wanted to feel it for herself if there was something new, something there, but different a human girl had. Maybe angels did have sex, and children through it, but in a different way than humans. She wanted to know, needed to know. If there was nothing there, there was little reason for Anahel to resist this much, she would have a much harder time pleasing the angel, if there was nothing there.

So do we have 3 now, or do we have 4? Voting hasn’t started yet, but it looks like the last one was past the deadline.

Logan was drawn more and more to do just that. He kept going at her ass for another moment, before cumming inside with a groan. Normally he would have needed to rest. But seconds the orgasm, the intense lust for Anya returned. It was a purely sexual attraction at the moment, but he had never wanted a woman as badly as he wanted her. He pulled out, rolled her onto her back, and gave her what she wanted, plunging in between her legs and going at a similar intensity. He wondered, he knew she would fuck other men, but between the bond they made earlier and now this, would she think of him as she did the others?

As someone who has a chance of being that next winner again (look at that face to the left, that's a winner's face. That's a character older than some members here. She deserves some votes, once the voting starts) that's an...interesting idea.

Aliana might regret that in the morning, but if she had any honor or pride as a soldier, she would keep her word. She was a Vanorian soldier now, his knight, in addition to being his slave. She would get certain benefits from that in the morning, a degree of change of duties. Both sisters were now bound to him by their own words, more loyal to him. Aliana might not be happy about it, but he suspected she now obey without hesitation or complaint, just like her sister. Even if she regretted it later, she had to realize she said it because she meant it deep down. She wanted this, wanted him, whether she was ready to admit it or not. ”I accept your oath. I am your general and master now. You will fight for me, you will kill for me.” He had some plans for her already for now. For now he made it official by giving her what she wanted. Going as hard as he could. ‘Consummating’ the new aspect of their relationship.

“Follow your sister’s example. Swear your service to me.” She had already technically done that as a slave. But to do this required another oath. He wanted her to say it in her words. To swear to fight and kill for him. This was an oath she would likely take as seriously as Lilana took hers. If she was a proper soldier, she would fight to the death for him. Fight anyone he commanded her to. She would be more genuinely loyal to him as a soldier. “In your own words. Swear to fight for me.”

Lilana had been watching, saw how her was into it. She had a concern there was a permanent change as well, it was just a question of how much. She would have to see in the morning. She was a little turned on by it, if she completely honest. Seeing the power their master had over her sister, and just a little bit of their master, simply as a man, thought she was not proud to admit it. She was sure that was part of their master’s goal, for her to be an audience to all this. Would she feel like her sister before the night was over. Honorius looked Aliana in the eyes. A strong gaze, meant to draw her to him just a little more than she already was. He decided to appeal to her in a different way. Lilana was bound to him by her oath, in her current state, maybe Aliana would agree to a middle ground. She was still his slave, but maybe she could serve in other ways too. “…Will you agree to it? Would you take your sword again…under my command?” He asked, while fucking her. To appeal to her as a soldier, one who had lost to a superior army. She had learned the strength of the Vanorian army first hand, and now the strength of him, as both a general and man. In her current state, would she consider it? Regain a little of her pride? By becoming one of his soldiers? She would not fight regularly, probably not be in normal units. But if she was willing to fight for Vanoria, she could still be a soldier. A form of manipulation she probably had not expected.

She enjoyed it simple and traditional? It was fitting for a slave, but Honorius wondered if a soldier girl would have preferred something else. He laid over her again, briefly kissed her once more, then reached down and guided himself back in. He did not want it to be really short, but he did not take his time either. He was aggressive in his thrusting from the beginning. The goal was still to make this as pleasurable as possible for her, to make her unable to forget this night, or how she felt about him right now.

The girl learned well. He was pleased Aliana took the initiative to do this. There was no hesitation, other than the second in getting past the taste. This was something she wanted to do. He could feel it in the moments, for now at least, she genuinely wanted him. He moaned softly as her mouth went to work, encouraging it, letting her get used to pleasing him. He looked forward to seeing how much of a permanent mark this all left on her in the morning. It only took a moment of her sucking to get hard again. He let it continue for a moment, just in case she was starting to enjoy it. “You’re getting good at this. Continue, if you like it…other get in the position you want most and I’ll give you some more.” He would give her whatever position turned her on most. It had two reasons, to maximize her pleasure at the moment but also he could use it against her later. Do it that way more, to help wear her down.

Aliana was partially there. A taste of the woman she would become. She genuinely wanted it. Did she willingly call him master too? He would restrain himself, there would time for humiliation, for whipping or other pain. But for now, the goal was teaching her what slaves craved, the stuff she would live for. To crave his body, and begin to be genuinely loyal to him. That would be the focus for tonight. The only thing that would happen later tonight she might not be happy about was him having sex with her sister, next to her. But maybe by the time he was done with her, that would not bother her anymore, at least tonight. The focus was on her pleasure, as well as convincing her he was strong enough to deserve her loyalty. By the time she tried to fall asleep, she might feel different about him. It was a little soon to do it again, but he had an idea for that. He rolled over and gestured to the semi-erect cock. "Show me how much you want it." Having done it as much as he had today and as recently as he had, he needed a little help to do it again so soon. But if Aliana wanted him as badly as she did right now, she could find a way to get it hard again, and they could go again after that. He did not care how she did it, right now he was encouraging her to act on her desire.

Honorious would see how far it went. The original plan was to take a break then switch to Lilana. But if Aliana was this into it, he would encourage it. She might choose to do it again, because she wanted to this time. That would be more significant progress than he hoped for. “You want more, don’t you?” He asked, finally ending the kiss. This time there was no taunting or gloating in the question. Simply an offer to keep going, keep her focused on pleasure, on the man she desired at the moment. If they did it again, it would not be because he commanded it, but because Aliana wanted it.

This was not enough to break her of course. But this was an important step. Aliana would not forget these feelings, they would gradually grow. They would tempt to go further. It was part of the slow buildup the spiritual orgasm that was her breaking. Even now, did she hate as much as she did before? The feelings would be very complicated for a while, but was she beginning to have positive feelings for him? Loyalty to him? She was a soldier after all, he was a general, and strong. Maybe her heart would trick her, use that as an excuse to justify starting to become a little more loyal. That a man like him was worth following? He was stopping her from looking at or thinking about Lilana at the moment. Teaching her how to fall for a man, even if in a way she never expected. Constant manipulation, pain, pleasure, words. They would all gradually build up, change her, slowly at first, then drastically. Lilana saw it, it was small, but her sister had already probably been permanently changed. She might be too before the night was over. She almost felt happy for her sister, if she had walked in, not knowing what had happened, the two of them almost looked like lovers. She did not want either of them to break, but wanted her sister to enjoy this. Was it so wrong to enjoy sex, even with their master?