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Lilana took her sister's hand, took a breath and got on the bed, It was not an especially luxurious bed, but even a prominent general would not likely bring such to a military camp and it was pretty similar to the beds back home. She understood, this was likely a preview of every night to come. This was one of their primary purposes. She felt both guilty and relieved their master had a preference for Aliana, That much of the time she would be lying next to the two of them having sex. She laid there, looking up, occasionally at her sister, as their master undressed in the corner of her eye. Now naked, he stood at the edge of the bed, looking over Aliana. "You asked for me to take you to bed. Show me how much you want it." He taunted her a little. Expecting her to get into a more sexual position or show other signs she 'wanted' it. His plan was to make her face reality some more, realize how much her body wanted it. Another step to breaking her. Each time they did it, she would want it, want him, a little more. One step of the psychological manipulation that would eventually break them. -
The general did not really need any justification to bring both sisters. But if Aliana needed to come up with an excuse to justify bringing her sister along, that was fine with him. "Yes of course, have to keep you both comfortable." He said, somewhat sarcastically. "Have to keep you two healthy and flexible." He walked over and unchained Lilana, gesturing for her to rise, which she did. He led them to a separate tent, which had one of the few proper beds in the camp. It was big enough for all three of them, though it would be pretty cramped. "Both of you, undress and get into the bed." He ordered, letting them find their places first. Lilana glanced at her sister and began undressing. On one hand, she was glad for the comfort a bed, but she be right there, as her master and sister had sex with each other, he would possibly do it some with her as well. She waited for Aliana to undress, figuring they would get into the bed together,
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Amy would leave it up to her, how she passed the time. She was not worried about any rules being broken or Skye attempting to run. When this started she had been thinking about what to do with Skye while at work, when she thought the training would take longer, but there was trust now. She would still be left outside, but that was the same as the other dogs. The weather was still good. When it looked like it would uncomfortably hot or cold, or storming, then she and the others would be allowed to stay in the house. ”I’ll be curious to get an idea of what you did once I come home. Your first day alone as a dog.” It might vary a little from day to day, but she looked forward to a short summary of what she did to occupy herself. Eventually what an average day might be like and how much of it she was active.
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Amy went back inside for a bit, came back out with a bag and cup, walking along and filling the bowls one by one, finishing with Skye’s, taking a nearby hose and filling the water bowl. “You won’t have me around much of the day tomorrow, but you are close enough to others now, you can probably find ways to keep yourself occupied. Though you can also sleep to at times if you want. Most of the time you will just live one moment to another.” That was one advantage to her new life. Food would come at set times, but otherwise, unless Amy wanted her to do something, she had nothing but a free time. A life of ‘free time’, even if it was limited to living like a dog. But that seemed to be what Skye wanted now, she might miss her mistress while she was at work, but otherwise she had nothing to trouble her.
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Amy of course only had a general idea how this was going to work, there probably would be surprises. She was also not sure what to expect from the other ‘dogs’. It could be interesting. What were their ages compared to Skye, how many would be boys or girls, would any go more extreme? She wanted Skye to retain small parts of her humanity, like talking, though she wondered if some of the other owners would go further than that. It was finally starting to get later. Still, it made her think, Skye had gone so far in two days. That would probably factor into the evaluations. This was sponsored by the same people she bought Skye through, they knew how quickly she changed. Were any others so quick. “I’m going to go get dinner for you and the others ready. We have time to prepare for the show, but you have already changed so much, I’m sure you will score well, maybe even win.”
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"Well there is still time to prepare. You are doing well. You are starting to act like a dog without even thinking about it. That is the most important thing. It is a little different from the average dog show. The focus is showing how much you have changed, how much you act and think like a dog. The things I have been training you to do. How you think of me as your owner and mistress. To prove you would not want to go back your old life." Various tests like that, showing them all off. A bit of interaction time where the 'dogs' could play and interact with each other, see the ways they were similar or different. "Who knows. Maybe if some of the other owners are close enough, we might have one or two of the others visit occasionally." Amy was sure none were close enough to regularly visit. This was small community, probably widely spread out, but maybe one was close enough to occasionally visit.
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Amy was getting more convinced Skye was starting to do it naturally, which pleased her. “Good girl. I’m impressed you won your game there. But that was not why I called you. I wanted to let you know about something I found and signed us up for. Something that could be interesting, hopefully fun. A dog show. Not just a dog show, but one for dogs like you. You get to meet and compete with others like you. Who know what it feels like, consider themselves dogs like you. Sounds interesting, doesn’t it? The chance to prove to others you really are a dog?” Winning would be nice, but what Amy really wanted was for others to see Skye. To show off what she had accomplished. It would be interesting for Skye to meet others just like her too.
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Amy had a big smile watching Skye’s reaction. She was acting like a dog there. It looked completely natural, like she did it without a second thought. Not just because she wanted to, but because that was who she was now. She hoped it really was second nature, she was already forgetting she was a human, at least physically. ”Here, girl!” She called out to Skye. She would let her know what they had just signed up for. Her reaction was more proof Skye was already ready in most ways.
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They continued to pull back and forth for a moment. The dog eventually let let go. Giving Skye a victory she may or may not be able to repeat in the future. She won the contest. Amy noticed, it was a sort of victory she had not really had so far, proving to herself and others she really was a dog. Amy watched curiously, wondering if and how Skye would celebrate her victory.
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Amy found what she was looking for, it was still a little while off. That was probably for the better though. It gave a little more time for Skye to be trained specifically for the event. She signed up for it, would tell Skye about it a little later. She had been a little sad she had to keep Skye a complete secret, not let anyone know. But this would change that, it would be a small group, but she could show Skye off after all. Show her off to people who understood. One of the dogs lost his grip on the toy. Leaving it to Skye and the other. The remaining dog pulled a bit harder, but still respected the differences between them, it was not as hard as he could pull. He was not going easy on Skye. It would not be easy, but he held back enough to make it fun and fair. Skye did have a chance of winning.
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Amy, happily watching them play, was doing some research. In the same hidden portions of the internet where she arranged her purchase of Skye. She wondered, if it was possible to buy a human to train to be a pet, if there were other things she could with Skye as a dog. Having her sit around the yard or house, play with the other dogs. It filled her with a happiness, Skye seemed happy to now, but just maybe there was something more, she looked to see if the idea she had was real, as Skye played with the dogs.
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The dogs were clearly having fun, happy Skye joined in. They seemed to really think she was one of them, even if she did not look or smell like them. Though having been separated from other dogs since they were puppies, seeing few other humans, and with Amy’s training, they might not have understood the difference. They might have assumed human girls were what female dogs were like. Skye especially encouraged that belief, not just mating with them like Amy had, but acting more and more like them. They pulled a little harder against her, but still focused on each other, wanting Skye to feel like she was really part of their game.
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Mirina had a more determined look in her eye. A desire to prove herself. “I’m happy this way. I never lied about that. I just want you see my value. Think of me like master did.” She knew she could not be too forceful. It was not in her nature, and the goal was to make the Angel desire her. She leaned down, whispered in her ear. “Just give me a chance. I’ve never done this with angels or other girls, but I will try to please you as I did others. I hope you will enjoy it as much as them.” She began slow, kissing Anahel’s neck. She had changed modes, every movement or action meant to hopefully seduce and/or please Anahel.
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Mirina was still not sure how to do this. But she needed to try, she needed to do something. She got up, onto her hands and knees and crawled over Anahel. She knew the Angel could easily overpower her if she wanted, but. It did not matter. She had a look half seductive, half desperate. “Please, stop rejecting me. I want to be yours.” She needed this, to try to somehow teach Anahel to take her as a slave. To teach her greatest value. “Just give it a chance. Let me show you my value.” She hesitated for just a second, to see if Anahel tried to force her off, if not, she would try to teach the Angel, show her she would do anything for her.
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Was it because she was an Angel? Another girl? The innocence of Anahel’s response surprised Mirina. Though now she was uncertain what to do as they lay next to each other. How to please another woman, or if an Angel even had the same anatomy as her. She studied the figure next to her for a moment as she considered her next step. Though she was pleased they were sharing a bed.
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“I have nothing.” It was a simple statement. Expressing her belief she had nothing and could have nothing. “I do not need clothes to sleep, though.” She began pulling off the dress, letting it fall to the floor. She looked intently at Anahel, desperate to fulfill her purpose to please the Angel. She had conflicted feelings, the complete submission of a slave, and a desire to make the one she saw as her owner think of her and treat her as one. She wrestled with whether or not to make a move on the Angel, to convince her to join her in the bed. “Join me.” It was an odd tone, begging yet demanding, submissive, yet a sort or desperation. The mind of a slave deprived of a master, intent on getting a new one.
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The girl went off, leaving the two alone again. To sleep in her parents bed? It did not have a huge impact on Mirina, though she had not expected it either. Legally, the whole farm was hers now, at least until an older relative could be found. But it was hard for a slave to consider anything as hers. She could not demand Anahel do anything, was not even comfortable asking really, but she hoped she was not sleeping alone. She would be the way she had been in the bed the priest put her in, laying there, sleeping, almost like a doll. She mostly wanted to know what daily life would be like, Anahel was going to be living here at least for a little while. An angel and a slave, it was hard to imagine such a home. She curiously looked to Anahel, to see what she might do next.
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There was the reminder. Anahel had not said exactly how long she would stay, but that was the reminder she only intended to stay temporarily. Mirina had to make sure to convince her otherwise somehow. Hopefully to tonight. She wanted to be valued and accepted, as a slave. For Anahel to accept her as that. There was something about the Angel, something she could not put into words, but something vaguely familiar about her. Some sort of similarity between them, though she did not know what it was. The other girl walked in, looked over the room and the bed. “Is this where you plan to sleep?” Well, she supposed Anahel probably did not need sleep. But maybe it was still better to share a bed with the slave girl temporarily. “I can find some new bedding, if you are.” She was mostly asking Anahel, not expecting Mirina to respond to her much.
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While Mirina was unlikely to ever completely forget about them, she did not see much good in overthinking about them, their fates. Though she could not really ignore Anahel either. Her face was still and silent. She would not intentionally disobey, but she had a hard time truly obeying too. She walked over to the bed, pulling the dirty blanket off. Evaluating the sheets under it. They would sleep together here, that was what she hoped for and believed at least. Though not on the sheets the way they were. “…If they are still alive, they are probably the same as me.” She said, imaging it more. Thinking especially of what her sister and mother might be doing now, who their masters were. If anything it did give her a fond thought or two, how they might bond even more, finding out they were the same, went through the same things.
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Was she worried about her parents? It was almost a novel question. Something Mirina had to actually think about. Her siblings too, it had been a big farm family. Two older brothers, a younger sister. Her sister, and possibly her mother, may have had the same fate as her. The only difference being they were among the women taken out of town. Her father and brothers were harder to guess. They might be dead. Or they could have been taken away. Arguably slaves of a different sort. Men were not broken in the same way as the women, but some were in a status similar to slaves, but with different sorts of work. In the mines or fields perhaps. Some were also made into soldiers, forced to fight in expendable units. There was no good thinking about it too much. If any were alive, she would likely never see them again. Though it would be interesting to see her sister and/or mother, if they were now the same as her. She had to give her mistress an honest answer though. "...They are gone. I will not see any of them again. My life is with you now." Was there some feeling deep down? It was hard to say, but for her, her purpose was to live on, the way she was and try to convince Anahel to accept her as a slave, that was her greatest desire. Perhaps her only desire.
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Mirina wandered the remains of her old house. Doing a little cleaning, because her mistress desired it. There was one positive to being broken, the pain of the empty house, the loss of her family, did not especially bother her. She walked to what had been her parents room. Perhaps this would be the new room for her and her mistress. It had the bigger bed, though the sheets and blankets and pillows needed either cleaning or replacing. The dresser that had their clothes was open and mostly empty too. Most other signs of them were gone. She could not say for sure what happened, that day the soldiers came in, took her to begin enslaving her, was rather chaotic. She did not see most of the looting, or what happened to her family.
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The general certainly could not complain about how quick Aliana was to offer. Did she realize what it meant for Lilana though? Did she think sleeping alone on the ground was better than accompanying them to bed? He decided to get a sense. Addressing Lilana as he unchained her sister. “Your sister will be sleeping with me for tonight. You though, will be sleeping where you are.” Lilana simply accepted her master’s decision. Would Aliana be fine with that, or ask her master to take both of them?
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It was only a matter of time. Their master finally returned. He looked over the sisters. They could be grateful he had no idea what they just did. But now he was here to consider the answer to another question. One Lilana had been wondering about. He thought out loud to himself. “Night comes soon, have to think about which of you to take to bed.” This of course was the only way either sister would have a bed anytime soon, if one did not sleep with him, they would sleep on the ground, where they were. Of course, he was considering taking both.
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A little while later the lingering pleasure began to fade, reality set in again. The only positive thing left was her sister was at her side. She knew she could not talk too specifically about what just happened. Anything they said might be heard and repeated to their master. The last thing they needed was him was him knowing. Instead she briefly rested her hand on Aliana’s leg. “Another time.” Letting her know, in a way know one listening would know, that she would return the favor for her sister later, if she wanted it. But it was dangerous now. It was also too dangerous to thank her, let her know how much she appreciated it. How good it felt.
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After another moment it finally came, a pleasure she could not imagined before feeling it. It took all her effort to stay quiet as her felt back and she felt a wave of pleasure her tensed up then relaxed. Her sister feeling the evidence squirt on her hand. Evidence she probably had to consider dealing with one way or another. Lilana felt her brief first moment of peace since being enslaved. A rare happiness as the pleasure lingered. That was the dangerous thing though. The other slave girl, she mentioned the breaking moment as a spiritual orgasm’, something that felt this good or better, but in a different way. She feared it, did not want to experience it, but just a little, she did want to know what it felt like, to feel something so good that it would change her forever. She did not want the aftermath, but how could she not wonder what it felt like, want to experience the moment itself?
