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Maxim led Anahel out of the temple. Though, as an angel, who did not need to eat, drink, or sleep, he was not sure the best way to let her relax. He thought some fresh air would be best. He led her to one of the currently barren farm fields on the outer edges of town. “I’m not sure what someone like you finds most relaxing, but maybe some air in a quieter place would be best.”

“I was lucky. I have seen what the others have gone through. So many still need help. You are the only hope we have. If you had not come, the only answer was the gods supported Vanoria, or just did not care. You have given me some hope again too.” With that she turned and left. A moment later Maxim came back. “I have seen some of your results. I’m happy the body at least is much easier for you to heal than the mind. Do you want to see more today, or was that enough?” That was the main reason he came in, to check how much longer Anahel wanted to go today.

The woman saw that same skepticism in Anahel’s eyes. She had to make something clear before any hope they had was lost. “I don’t know which god you serve, or why he would not mention the others. But do not doubt what you did was wrong. You saw what Vanoria did to us. To our people, especially our women. You saved this town, but the rest of our kingdom needs that help. Prince Maxim cannot win without you. I have gratitude in your god and will offer him my gratitude just for that. For doing what doing what none of the others would.” Anahel and her god apparently needed a to have a talk of sorts. But there was no doubt Anahel was doing something right.

This left the woman confused. While she did not believe the angel was lying, she wondered whether what she said was true or if she was just unaware of others. But maybe that was the answer to all of this. Vanoria worshipped the same gods more or less. But what if it was allowed to reach this point for Anahel to be sent as the one to reveal the truth, if it was the truth. ”We always have. There is a god for every aspect of life. At least there is supposed to be. Other kingdoms even have their own gods.” She felt like she was explaining something every child knew, but this angel believed in something completely different. An angel should have a better idea of the truth…right? Having so little faith before though, she was at least willing to consider what she said might be true.

God, not gods. The woman was the first to really dwell on that distinction. Perhaps not the first to notice it, but the first to really think about it. “…Is that what this is about?” She mumbled to herself. Was there some big revelation here? Was she some sort of prophet in addition to an angel? Or was it a misunderstanding? “We worship many gods. Are you claiming there is only one? Or maybe you just serve one specific one?” Was that it? Was she just a vassal or agent of one of many gods? Was she trying to claim there was only one? Or maybe she just considered one to be above the others.

The woman looked at Anahel with some uncertainty. Not quite ready to introduce herself, “I would say it is hard to believe that any gods out there exist, or that it is hard to think they care about us if they do. I guess you are here to try to prove otherwise. Thought it would have been nice if you came sooner.” She was still wrestling with skepticism, when she saw the beams of light, she wondered at first if it was just an exceptionally powerful mage. Though that seemed beyond even the power of mages. Now though, she was looking upon what appeared to be an actual angel. “Was this supposed to be part of some great plan?” She would have wondered if they were being punished. But if that was the case, Anahel would be assisting the Vanorians she guessed.

The woman eventually rose to her feet. “I will never forget this.” She quickly walked out the room, catching the priest by surprise as he heard her story. She at least would be a voice of some hope for the people and another reason of gratitude for the angel that saved them from the enemy armies. That she had both great destructive and healing power. The next woman was one who needed to see that, the basic problem was still the same. A woman who simply found it hard to believe, either on gods, or to live. She stepped looked upon the angel, with some surprise, but still uncertainty. After the battle and watching what the Vanorians did, she was more sure there were no gods, or higher powers. But there appeared to be an actual angel in front of her.

The girl felt a strange feeling as the angel kissed her forehead. A sort of warmth throughout her body, but most intense in the wounded/broken areas. Was it actually what it seemed to be? Her leg seemed to feel like the other one, significantly recovered. When the blindfold came off and she dared open her eyes again. Seeing that angelic figure, seeing at all, flooded her eyes with tears. She dropped to floor crying out of happiness and gratitude. She had experienced a genuine miracle. "Thank you! Thank you so much!" She was one whose faith in the divine had been completely restored, intensified even. A life changing event, it was hard too say exactly how it would change, but she was unlikely to ever question her faith again.

How many years ago was it? The only woman I ever loved. Perhaps the only one I ever would. It was so hard to meet other people, even harder to meet women. For a list of reasons that only got harder as I get older. You called me one morning. You knew how much I hate the phone. Verbal interaction in general. You told me so casually. You had been at a party along with one of your friends. That one you had me meet once. Told me he was jealous of me and you had been sort of friends with benefits. Now you casually tell me you slept with him there. Now you are pregnant with his kid. You plan to give it up for adoption. You say it like it is no big deal. You wonder why I say so little. Despite the fact you know how quiet I am and that it was the morning and I only just woke up. I tell you that much but say little else. We never talk again, I broke off all forms of contact. Now, what, 20 years later. I look at this girl tied to the bed. Collared, gagged. Your daughter. I found her. I spent time breaking her humiliating her. Now she has my child, the bulge showing from her womb. I've taught her so many things. Told her what you did. In a way she is like you. Did she have a boyfriend already? I don't know. I don't care. All I know is I intend to show her off to you at some point. Remember how you offered me a threesome with your friend that one time? I declined because I did not know the girl, did not know how serious she was? What do you think of threesome with your daughter? I taught her so many things. She is so dirty, so filthy. She not only can't say no, she does not want to. You have no idea how she begs for the most filthy things. Like mother like daughter? Do you want to find out. She is so willing to help me teach you. For us to become a family. To call me daddy in multiple ways. Don't you think it will be fun? We have so many years to make up for. So many new things to try. You might scream or cry at first, like she did. But in the end you beg for more, just like she did. We will be one happy family. You will regret all the time we missed, all things we took so long to do.

That was certainly interesting. There certainly were benefits to this friendship, a reasonable trade perhaps actually. Considering he was usually going to pay to see her and accepted she would be fucking other men with some frequency, but that was her job. It was just something not to think about. It was not that big a deal. She was a friend, not a girlfriend, so it really should not be that big of a deal she was having sex with others at the same time. Similarly it was not impossible he would eventually fuck one or more other women here, or elsewhere. Though he was still some ways away from doing it with anyone outside the building and Anya would be far more common than other women here. "I suppose it would be rare for customers to come here on Christmas, probably those who either don't have family, or want to get away from them. Or just don't celebrate it. It certainly does sound fun for the ones who do show up, though."

That’s a good question. Of course you could do both if you want. So far all stories of significance here have included me in one way or another. Though a client could possibly play with Dreamsnthings too, if she wants to, don’t want to neglect her as the only other active long term member left.

Logan decided not to say anything about how likely or not he was to be the one she invited. He would wait to see what happened there. Though he decided to get a little more of a feel for what they were like. “And how exactly do you all celebrate Christmas here?” That seemed the more interesting one to find out about, what sort of twist they might put on that one.

After another moment her master pulled out, stood up and got dressed. “I hope you don’t intend to lie to yourself about how good that felt, after that.” There was one more thing to do to make this feel more official though. Feel more proper. He left the room to make more preparations. Temporarily alone again, Lilana crawled over to her sister. “…Aliana…are you okay?” She had been fascinated at the sight of her sister’s orgasm. How it must it have felt. But also fearing all the shame, disgust and other feelings likely mixed in. Her sister’s pleasure was much more intense than her’s had been. What about the other feelings she felt?

Lilana did not really get the concept of orgasm at this point. Not a female one at least. She her master’s, as well as the soldier he forced her to suck off. But somehow she knew that pleasure she felt was building to something more. Was she going to see her sister to go through it. How much of the shame she felt would her sister feel? The two men groaned louder as they went on. Knowing the end was coming, they pounded the slaves holes as hard as they could and it only took another moment until both came at nearly the same time. The soldier knew his place. Quickly pulled out, got dressed and left. Her master savored the moment though, remaining inside her for a bit.

For now Lilana was satisfied. She believed she understood, that it was a more intense version of she felt, that her sister hated it, felt violated, but still could not ignore that it also felt good, in a way neither had felt before. She understood deeply how confused her sister felt right now. And it only got worse as both men started pounding her harder. They were getting ready to finish. It could not take too much longer. She saw their satisfied faces both from the pleasure they were feeling, as well as her sister's reactions.

Lilana believed in her sister. Still had some small hope something would get them out of this. But the two of them had no hope of of fighting their own way out, no girls in an enemy military camp...worse Lilana could no longer bring herself to even try to run. An oath was sacred, no matter what it was or why she made it. She swore she belonged to this man, so now she did belong to him. Unless he fell in battle or some freak accident, she was bound to him for life, no matter how much she hated it. She respected her sister and her strength, could never repay her for her support through the years. But she would not let Aliana throw her life away or suffer more than she had too. They only had each other now. They needed each other to get through this. There was a look in her eyes that practically begged her sister for the answer. Was she enjoying that in a way Lilana did not? Did she actually want it? Lilana could not tell if her sister just felt a more intense version of what she did, or if she was starting to crave it.

Lilana had warned her sister. Knew what she was going to feel. Listening to her moan like this though. Her sister seemed to be feeling it much more intensely than she had. Was there even any shame in her as this point? Had she already been conquered so quickly by their master? She hoped that was not the case. But she was uneasy as she listened to the sounds she made as the two men fucked her. That they did it so easily, with no foreplay or care how she felt. Was her sister always like this deep down or was it something else. "Watch your sister, slave." Honorius called out to her. Forcing her to finally look up, not daring to disobey after the oath she swore. 'His word was now her law'. She said that, swore it as an oath even. While she did not want to obey, she had to. She could not bring herself to break such a vow. She watched the two men taking her sister, one in a way she would have imagined. Listening to her sister's sounds, seeing the look on her face. She tried to figure out what her sister really felt.

Of course the general had another surprise in mind for Aliana. He let one of his soldiers share her sister with him. She would be shared too. But quite the same way. He snapped his fingers and one of the other soldiers came in. Keeping it a bit of a surprise to Aliana he pointed at soldier, then at her ass. The soldier saluted in confirmation, pushed his pants down. After taking a second to get himself erect, he mounted the slave and thrust into her ass, going at a pace similar to his general. Pleased that he was given the great honor of sharing one of his general’s slave girls.

“You like it, don’t you? You and your sister are the same. Deep down you both want this. You both want me.” To put the doubt in her mind, and in her listening sister’s mind, was the next step. She might try to deny it now, but eventually, over time, the doubt would eat at both of them. The question if they were always meant to be treated like this, to crave their master’s touch. To follow his commands because he deserved it.

There it was. He was going to torment her with that. Force her to feel the pleasure she did not want, from a man she wanted to kill, who had enslaved her. It would not happen quickly, but this was one piece of making her and her sister the slaves they would eventually became. He picked up the pace, going both a little harder and faster, to make her feel it more.

That moan was one of pain more than pleasure. But for a slave, that was sometimes a blurry line. Both sisters would be whipped again, sometimes as training, sometimes as punishment, sometimes just because. They would experience other sorts of pain as well. But this time it was just a side effect. Honorious forced her to deal with it, his pace unchanged. Of course her sister warned her. No matter how much it hurt now, no matter how much she hated it, eventually she would be confused by feelings of pleasure. Though she was not likely to orgasm this time.

The general slid his pants down, kneeled behind her. He groped her ass, then gave it another spank before firmly gripping her hips. Already erect, he pushed himself in. He did not want to be especially short. He enoyed the feel of fucking and building up a bit to the orgasm, so his initial thrusts were firm and strong and but not especially fast. He had no care for any discomfort she felt in her first time. That would pass, it was just something to get over with. She would enjoy it more later.

Was she actually curious, or just being a little more obedient now after being called out? It did not really matter, she had no choice in it. Of course, like her sister, there would be no foreplay. While he enjoyed hearing a girl moan, seeing her orgasm, this was about his pleasure, not hers. Of course after they were properly trained, just the idea of fucking him in anyway would intensely arouse them. “Get on your hands and knees.” He commanded, indicating how he was going to take her virginity. Of course he had a surprise or two in mind before it was over.

What to do now? They were both his slaves legally and had sworn themselves to him. He doubted either were truly committed yet, though the younger sister put on a good show. They needed more training to completely give in. "You still have that look." He said walking to Aliana. "You just admitted you were my slave." He walked around her looking over her body. While he did consider Lilana beautiful, the older sister was much more so. One of the more beautiful women he had seen. Her soldiers' figure just made it even more impressive. "You want to know what it felt like for your sister?" He asked as he gave her branded ass a firm spank. "It is one your duties now after all, along with anything else I command you to do." Lilana was still looking a the floor, after going that far in her oath, refusing to look up without permission. It was also an excuse not to see what was likely coming, her sister experiencing what she had so recently.

Honorious listened passively. The most important things were said, but it was a little short, a little disappointing. Though they were not fully trained yet. He had seen what properly trained slaves were like, Genuinely loyalty, true devotion to their master. Wanting to do whatever he said, because he said it. That would come in time. He turned to Lilana. "Your turn. You talked your sister into this, I expect you have already committed to it." Lilana prostrated herself on the floor. Surrendering completely. "I swear to serve you master. I am yours for the rest of my life. Your word is law." She was not enthusiastic about it, she did not want to do it. But she saw no other way at this point. If she had to be a slave, she might as well commit to it, and hopefully impress him with her oath, in hopes that it would make things a little easier. "You are a good example to your sister." He noted, both in giving Aliana the final push into this and her more enthusiastic oath.