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She was ready, Amy thought. Time to give her one more big surprise. "Here, boy! Here, girl!" Amy called out to both of them. The lab stopped playing and eagerly ran to his mistress. He did not know what she was planning either, but the tone in her voice suggested it was something good, wagging his tail, waiting both for Skye to catch up and to see what his mistress planned. Amy was excited too. She was sure Skye would be shocked, but if she thought of herself as a dog now, she would probably enjoy it before it was over, and want more.

They found the other girl working the fields, trying to plant new seeds and restore what the invaders cut down. It was not something she had done much previously. But unless she found a husband, she was alone now and had to do as much as she could before her pregnancy developed too far to do it herself. She saw the other two come, unfortunately she knew the slave was as inexperienced as her in this area. Both were used to the men of the farms doing this part previously. “The field needs new seeds planted. The sooner the better. Unfortunately this is my first time doing this, so watching me to learn might not be the best.”

Mirina was happy for the approval, but that last request was difficult. A slave could not just call her mistress by her name. Even other humans, the prince included, had difficulty doing that. Though they referred to her in ways of respect, towards an Angel. “I must belong to someone.” She insisted, almost with neediness. The idea of living her own life was almost alien to her now. She almost wanted to beg against being abandoned, but she did not dare. Didn’t she understand? Mirina needed this right now. She was getting more desperate to try to think of ways to get the Angel to agree she was her slave. But for now, she just obeyed, following Anahel. Probably to find the other girl and see what she wanted.

Mirina had not really forgotten. Though she considered it an old life. She was not going to be doing it long term, unless the angel started her own farm. She did not see that happening though. This angel was supposedly going to lead Prince Maxim in war against Vanoria, to regain his kingdom. Bring all the other slaves they could find back home. She wondered how that would turn out. They would end up with a kingdom where nearly every woman was a slave. In theory the children would not be, but could the prince stop society from changing in the years of the women being mostly slaves, or would the people accept that as reality? She did not see a way to convince her this life was wrong, to try to do it with so many. She would not stop her mistress from trying, but she would also not stop trying to convince the angel to accept her as a slave. Having finished with the cow, she stood up, head down, not looking her in the eye. "The work here is done, mistress." She waited for new orders.

Did the angel actually want to know how to do these things for herself? Mirina found it strange an angel would care about such things. But it was not her business really. She fell back into old reflexes. Mixing the old life with the new. Taking care to feed each animal the right amount of the right sort of each food, because she had been told too. Making sure each was healthy, unhurt, had already been getting enough food. She did identify with all of them to varying degrees. She shared a role similar to them now. The biggest difference was she would not be slaughtered for food, as some of the animals were. The Vanorians had not gone that far yet. A master who did that would likely be severely punished, executed probably. There was a decent mix of animals, but the numbers were small. Some probably lost in the invasion or post invasion looting, just like the fields. She then grabbed a pail, bent down and began milking the cow. A little more kinship there, felt with the milking and what it made her think of. Slaves were rarely used specifically for breeding, though with all the sex, it was common for them to have their master's children. Mirina believed she had lost her master before that could happen, Anahel could not do that either. Though she hoped Aanhel eventually saw her value as a slave, that she could please her just like her old master.

Mirina obeyed, as she always did. She did not think this would accomplish anything, but that did not matter. If Anahel wanted her to do this, she would do it. Though she gave the angel an odd sight first walking up to one the cows, placing her hand on the leg. Next to it's brand. Quietly admiring it. She had one too, of course. Her master had put her in an outfit that showed it off. Made her proud to show off she belonged to him. The simple dress the priest had changed her into now covered it. But then her old master was dead anyway. If anything she actually wanted Anahel to put her own mark on her. Sure, it hurt badly at first. But it was worth it, to show who owned her. She did not know if her mistress understood why she was appreciating it. But it did not matter. She would not be looking at it much longer, until getting to what she considered her orders.

The girl could tell. She did not know the whole process, but she knew what the girl was made into. Like so many other girls here. Then only difference was her master had been one of the soldiers here, so she was not taken away. She looked at the slave, who looked up with a small. “Do not pity me, the Angel killed my master, I belong to her now, She is a kind mistress, but I do not regret what I am.” The other girl kind of expected that, heard what slaves were like when the process was done. They experienced some of the same things, she did not understand how so many girls could end up like this. “…Thank you for trying to help, holy one…Mirina is her name…I have to be more prepared to talk to her the way she is. For now take her feed the animals. Probably milk the cows as well.” It was hard to handle talking to a slave who was happy to be one, while she was carrying a half-Vanorian child she had not asked for.

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.