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A slave willing to become a master, a master of sorts at least? It was what Mirina had hoped for, but after finding out Anahel’s past, surprised even her. The angel might have been doing it in hopes of ‘healing’ her, but that did not matter to Mirina. To have a mistress was what she wanted. Here was a new light in her eyes, she had what mattered most. ”I have not done this for another woman before, mistress. I have some ideas what to do, but please guide me. I will do anything to please you.” She began walking back to the bedroom. Anahel might have wanted to ‘heal’ her, but she wanted to teach Anahel to be a mistress. She ought to learn to lead, she still thought there was a connection between and the prince, realized there was a possibility she might someday be a queen. It was not quite the same as being a Vanorian master, but people would still serve her.

Lilana was a little worried about what she was hearing. Her sister was now both a slave and a Vanorian soldier. She was sure her sister would feel bound by whatever she said tonight, no matter how much she hated it later. She was now part of the army that defeated her. Who had killed her fellow soldiers. She was saying it almost eagerly right now, she was partially willingly giving herself to their master…but she had to wonder, as much as she hated it, if this was better for them? Could Aliana find some happiness this way? Their master was thrilled. He was sure there would some regret from his slave tomorrow, but this was a victory. She did this completely willingly, she would not be able to ignore that. She was a soldier though, she had been beaten a superior enemy. As much as she might hate being a slave, deep down, maybe she wanted to fight for him. He was getting close again, seeing her in her current state, feeling, seeing and hearing how much she wanted him at the moment. He wanted to make the victory a little more complete. “…Tell me, tell everyone around us, how you feel about me a man, what you want from me.” In this moment of passion, she might say things, she would not dare otherwise. Feelings she might be begging to have deep down. He wanted her to scream it, what she felt about him right now. More than the three of them would hear.

It was quiet for a while, the dogs lying around. Sometimes sleeping, sometimes rolling around in the grass. They were just content to rest. They knew Amy would be back in a while, and since Skye was not doing anything to get their attention, they acted much as they always did. The lab laid, next to her, watching the others. Telling the others that he was claiming her, there was faint tension over that. But they were all too relaxed to try to fight over it now. That would wait until one of the others felt like mating with her again, and it was hard to predict when that might be, if Skye did not try to encourage it.

After eating, the others were content to lay around for a bit, relax. Skye's presence was something they all noted, the shift of her being around all the time. But none of them were in a rush to do anything like that. They did all study her a bit. A curiosity of what she would do on her own, without Amy around, if there would be a shift in their day to day activities. She was a little different from them, female, and with a different body, though as far as they knew she was biologically a dog, that all females were like her and Amy. Would she do something they rarely if ever did or, or would she follow their lead?

After filling them all, Amy stopped by Skye again. Lightly petting her head for a moment before walking to the door. “I’ll see you tonight.” With that she walked into the house, and began making her final preparations for work. Leaving the dogs all alone. They considered interesting as well, having their new companion, the first female who would be available 24/7. An extra option to pass the time, though none of them were in a rush to do it. The lab began to hang around her more. While he was not looking for that at the moment, a side effect on their bonding was he saw her as his mate, more than the others. She would likely be shared, but he intended to have her the most. It might not be today, but like Amy warned Skye, there would probably eventually be some fighting over her.

Amy smiled at Skye. “Good morning. I will be leaving in a little bit. But will make sure you all have enough food and water for the day. Here it is, your first day alone with the boys. Have a good time.” She left it up to Skye whether or not to follow her as she made her way and filled the bowls for the others. This was going to be interesting. To see what she chose to do, how much she laid around, how much she played with the others, and who initiated what with the playing.

Had progress been made? Possibly. But it was just a small first step if it had. Time would be needed, a lot of work. But if Anahel kept at, maybe she would accomplish her goal eventually. It was like her god said, Maxim’s efforts to fix the slave population would be a life long task. None of them would be healed quickly, though maybe someday they would. Mirina felt a little better about where things were going, still, Anahel had to understand that while she did not have to act like a traditional master, for now Mirina needed her guidance, to be told what to do. Until more progress was made, she needed someone in that role to function. She did not care what it was, if it was more stuff like today or not. She just needed to ‘belong’ to someone and do what they wanted. It was the only thing she knew now. “I don’t care how hard it is, I will follow you wherever you go. Help however you tell me to. Do anything to make it easier for you.” Hopefully Anahel understood deep down, if only some partial memory, some old similarity between them.

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.