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Was that why she wanted to know? The girl would not disobey or question her mistress. But if the idea was to remind her of her old life, she was doubtful it would help much. The angel did not understand how completely she had been changed. It would probably take something almost as extreme to restore to her old life, get her to think the way she used to. She looked over the field. A familiar one. Not her family's but a neighboring one she had visited from time to time. A family that remembered her. That was going to be an awkward conversation. Was that part of the angel's plan. A girl her around her age came out from the farm. The girl Anahel talked to yesterday. Pregnant with the child of a Vanorian soldier. She looked over her neighbor with some pity, then to Anahel. "It is an honor to see you again, holy one...you brought her here to help?" She barely recognized the other girl, the way she looked now. She was curious what the angel was planning with her. She certainly not reject any help at the moment though. "...I do know her. At least I used to." She had heard the stories, what she was lucky enough to avoid. They just never got around to trying to start making her a slave. They left a different mark on her.

Her mistress wanted to know such silly things? Her old life, before the Vanorians came, before they taught her a slave's life? It was almost like a different person. She had the memories still, but it felt like a completely different person now. The breaking was hard, painful, humiliating. But after it was all over, she really was happy with what she had become. Content to serve. Lived to serve. She no longer knew how to make decisions for herself, and did not want to. The people around her thought she was broken, she just thought they needed to experience the teaching. Obviously not everyone could be a slave, a proper society had a healthy number in each tier, but slavery was a part of proper society as far as she was concerned now, and she was happy to learn her place. "A farmer's daughter." She replied plainly, remembering something that was, without any seeming nostalgia. "Helped take care of the animals some, my mother with the house work. A little with the fields, though that was mostly my brothers." It was a busy life, a lot of work. Relatively little time to rest. Did that help contribute to her breaking? Maybe made it a little faster. Though her understanding was there was not a single girl who successfully resisted it, unless outside forces interrupted the process before it was complete. She waited to see what the angel meant by helping people. It might not be different from what she was now used to.

Maxim nodded, turned and left. He would not go too far, but he give them their space. Let the two do their thing without him watching directly. The girl silently waited for Maxim to leave, she did not look Anahel in the eye directly, but watched in her general direction. Not speaking unless spoken too. It was clear they were going to do something different today, though she was not sure what yet. Neither the priest or Maxim told her anything other than that she was going to see Anahel again. Had the angel listened to what she said yesterday? Given up on trying to change her, was she accepted as the angel's new slave? She waited for instructions, or whatever else Anahel might say.

After they finished eating Maxim went to find the priest, informed him of the plan. The priest agreed that it could not hurt to try. Would the girl react any different that way? Helping her fellow towns people? Maybe they would find at least one who knew her and could try to reach out to her. She was brought out, the emptiness in her eyes replaced that light of a sort when she saw Anahel. But for a different reason than the people she had helped so far. She was just happy to see the being she decided was her new owner. "Would you prefer to go with her alone, or have me and the priest go with you?" Considering how the girl stressed Anahel out yesterday, he thought it might be better to join them, but he left it up to Anahel.

When he saw Anahel, Maxim was glad she seemed happy. While he did not know the specifics, he assumed she was out helping people in various ways. Doing the sort of things people might expect when they thought of an angel. The sort of things to leave them more content. "You have been out helping other people? That might be a better idea than a repeat of yesterday. I'm not sure how many women are left that want to visit. It's possible doing that sort of thing with her might help the slave girl more." That was what Maxim hoped anyway, though there was the concern she would just see it as 'slave activity'. Better to approach it in a way the girl did not think her 'mistress' was commanding her to do it. It at least was probably better to try something different than yesterday.

Maxim gathered his guard and left the house. He felt safe enough with their help at the moment, to be happy to let Anahel do their own thing for a bit. The town was still suffering, but between their presence and the victory over the Vanorians, there was a peace in the town. A degree of healing. Some of the people were trying to celebrate as best they could. Though they needed to bring back the women and hopefully find a way to fix them, before it got closer to normal, he his time walking down the roads, studying the people and buildings as they made their way to have breakfast, figuring Anahel would find them on the way.

It was a little strange, sleeping in such a bed, knowing the likely history of the house and bed. Compared to most of his recent nights, it was rather comfortable and Maxim managed to sleep reasonably well. It was the first time in a while he did not feel rushed to wake up early too, and slept in an hour or two later than he had been before finally waking up. He did not want to stay here especially long, but probably at least a day or two. Let Anahel help some more people. There was also the question of the slave girl, who he thought about a bit as he woke himself up, got out of bed and dressed.

Lilana slowly began to eat. Taking her time, as it was something relatively positive she could distract herself with. Though, now that it was dinner time, another concern was on her mind. How would they sleep? Would they just be left here, to lay on the ground? Given something to lay on? Or would their master take one or both of them to his bed? The last option felt most likely. And her sister seemed more likely if it was just one of them. While she was sure her sister did not want her there as audience, being separated for the night felt even worse. But she did not say anything abut that, not wanting to bother her sister with talk about how she might be having sex again soon.

Lilana looked at her sister worriedly. Neither of them could go hungry, they needed each other. “Please eat, even you don’t want to after doing that, we both need to eat.” She waited for her sister to take some of the food. “I won’t eat until you start eating.” She would let her sister decide if she wanted to talk about the sex, for now though, she made sure they both ate. If they split it evenly, it would be a little less than they were used to, but neither of them were likely to go hungry.

Lilana put the chains on her sister, then on herself. She watched their master dress and leave. She did not know what to say. Knowing her sister did not want to talk about what happened. He did not force himself on her this time, though he did order, she moved completely on her own, but seemed to enjoy it. But she did not want to ask. Their silence was broken when a soldier walked in a dropped a bowl filled with some variety of food in the space between them. "Dinner, for both of you." He said then left. The food was not the best, but did not look unappealing either. But that was not surprising, being partially sex slaves, there was some desire for them to keep their figures, to be appealing to their master.

Aliana was weak, and feeling pleasure she could not ignore. Her master felt it, she genuinely wanted it, just a little. Both this kiss and the sex before. She was one step closer to breaking. Did she notice? He let the kiss linger for a minute or two before pulling back. “Get off, get dressed and go back to your place.” He looked at Lilana. “Chain your sister once she is back in her spot, then chain yourself.” Lilana deferentially looked down. “Yes, master.” She waited for her to dress and come over to chain her as ordered.

Her master just sat there for a moment, letting them both rest a bit, enjoy the afterglow. But while he did not plan to fuck her again immediately, he needed some time to rest, he made Aliana think more about just what happened. He kissed her again, same as before. Partially as a continued test of her obedience and partially to see if she acted any different, any hint that her kiss was even slightly more genuine after that.

She was definitely trying now, he could feel it. He did not know if she did it intention, but her body wanted it. Wanted to feel the orgasm he already gave her again. If it was not at the same time it would be very close, and he would let her have it. She was learning, a piece of her already wanted him, waited for ‘spiritual orgasm’ she would eventually feel, when she wanted to be his slave. A physical one would do for now. After an another moment of her new pace, he came inside her again, with a satisfying groan.

Was that enough to bring her to climax? Would she have tried to do so with another man. He could not be sure, but her movements still felt genuine. He gripped her hips harder, still letting her control the pace. She had to remember she was the one doing this, she was causing herself to feel what pleasure she did. It would not be much longer, would she continue to increase the pace, try to get herself off. It felt so good already, she did not have much time to do so, if she planned to.

While a slave could not expect a reward, except for the extent they would eventually consider of this and approval as rewards, Alaina could at least expect not to be punished for this. And just to have an easier night. Part of the breaking process would be that there were times both sisters were randomly whipped for now reason, to use the pain to help break them. They might be spared that for a bit too, if that would be a reward. He wondered. “…Getting close.” He said with a pleased tone, and a purpose. To give her time to reach her own climax, if that what she would have done in other circumstances, he eagerly waited to feel her reaction.

What her master wanted was what he told her. To do it as if she loved him. He wanted it to feel natural, like something she might do on her own. If speeding it up felt like something she genuinely would have done in those circumstances, he would be pleased with her. If it felt she just trying to get it over with, she would be punished. Of course, that being the case, it was not just about his orgasm, he expected her to do what she could, to ride him to her own. For now he was pleased with her performance, but he was studying her every movement, judging whether it matched a woman who wanted this, wanted him.

Lilana was watching, though more out of the corner of her eye. She did not particularly want to see her sister having sex under any circumstances, but at the same time wanted to support her, especially because this was being done for her sake. Her sister was having sex with their master, so she did not have to. It would be more insulting to ignore her sister, as she saw it. The general actually thought it might have been a little cute if she tried to choke him, weak as she was. But then, that probably deserved the whip, unless he told her to do it. He closed his eyes, both as a sign that he knew she could not run or hurt him, and good it felt, feeling her ride him. This was her chance, to have sex the way she wanted, she just had to pretend he was the man she wanted. It time it would no longer be pretending.

The important thing was she was not hesitating. Lilana was completely obedient due to her oath, it looked like going light on Lilana was apparently a key to making Aliana almost as obedient. He was sure she still hated him, but she was at least acting like a good slave. Doing what she was told without complaint, and no hesitation to have enthusiastic sex with him. He put his hands on her hips, but let her do the movement. His breath getting deeper, pleased at her technique and the sounds that she was making. She could not honestly claim it did not feel good. That was one piece of the manipulation, the sisters would start to look forward to having sex with him, one pleasant thing as part of their duties. Aliana was starting to learn, even if she did not want to admit it.

That was the goal of the goal of course. Though she still had to be taught to truly love it, love him, this was a step in that direction. He decided to try something different, to make her do the work for few minutes. He pulled back from the kiss to instruct her. “Pull my pants down, undress, ride me here.” She would have sex with him again, this time in a way where she was doing all the movement, to make her again realize that she enjoyed the feeling at least of having sex with him, in a way that felt less like he was forcing her, even if it was at his command.

Aliana was doing good for now. He did not expect this to be the breaking point, but it might inch a little. Each time she did it, might push her a little more, at first pretending, but gradually starting to really enjoy it more and more. To desire him more and more. He unhooked her top, letting it fall to the floor. He waited for a bit to see if she undressed him at all. He wanted her to treat him like a lover, as if she had been in love her previous general. She would never love a man in the way she had hoped, but she would learn to love him eventually. He ran his hand up and down her leg while they kissed, she could feel him growing harder.

The general took Aliana into her arms as Lilana took a seat near where she had been chained, watching, but not too closely. "I want enthusiasm, show me what you would do if you wanted this." There was a price for letting Lilana have less of it. He wanted Aliana to really get into this, at least pretend to like this as much as she genuinely would later. Like with Lilana, he did not know how far this would go, but maybe he would take her to bed shortly. He kissed her forcefully, expecting her to respond properly, both to kiss and to make any other reaction she might if he was a man she desired.

The point had been made for now, unfortunately, he would not honor that deal. But there was a 'compromise' that would go a little more in that direction. "You both belong belong to me. I will do whatever I want with either of you, but if you follow her example better, perhaps I will give you considerably more attention than her. You do appeal to me more than her, as a woman." Aliana knew the ultimate goal, by the time he was done with them, they would both be like the other girl. She was clinging to a false hope that she could avoid it. He would do numerous things to make both understand that. He looked at Lilana. "Let your sister prove her seriousness. Unchain her. Though if she tries to run, you will be the one punishing her." He warned both of them, his threat to have one sister whip was real. Lilana walked over, with the key she had been given and unchained her sister. "Show that you mean it. Come take your sister's place, show some of her enthusiasm." It was a useful experiment, Aliana was not bound by the oath, but she was still his slave, and he intended her to act like it. To get used to one of her duties.

Amy thought maybe she would speed things up a little, let the dog do what she knew he really wanted to do to Skye, to claim her as his mate. She would wait just a little while longer though, they were having so much fun and it was interesting to watch Skye be less and less human, completely by choice. That was another reason to speed it up, it was one of the biggest steps left she could take to really being a dog. She let them continue to play, watching Skye completely get into everything.

The dog continued to play fight, pressing his mouth against her’s to get her to bare her teeth as well, but not quite biting, jumping a little, his front paws sometimes rubbing against her arms or shoulders. Watching it, Amy wondered if this was all play, or he was also trying to teach, her, help her think and act like a dog. It did seem to be working, Skye was completely into it, eager to follow his lead and get as close to being a dog as she could.

Amy continued to watch with a smile. She took her phone, making the order she said she would, for the squeak toy her dog really wanted, willing to spend extra to make sure it came the next day. She would do what she could to make her even happier as a dog, and that was a rather small thing. The one thing she would not do was rush Skye sleeping in her bed, that was still special it would wait. Her reward for tonight was that the cage door would not be locked, she could wander the yard if she wanted to, spend time with her new friend or the others, or just sleep in grass if she wanted, though she suspected Skye would still choose the cage, being a little more comfortable, or if she was thinking like a dog, seeing it as her territory. After the lab rolled around a bit, he stood up, pawing at Skye a bit to get her up, pressing his open mouth against pawing a bit, nothing too aggressive, but trying to get her match his movements in a sort of play fighting.