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The girl looked down. Letting everything settle, the truth weighing down on her on her. Then she took a deep breath and looked up. "It's better I know now...I don't know what I'll do yet. But it will have a home one way or anther." Would she keep it, try to give it up for adoption? She did not know yet. She had months to figure out though. It also depended on whether she found someone else to support her and if they cared about the child and where it came from. The smile was a little smaller but she had a determined look as she bowed, turned and left. She would not just abandon it on the street or anything like that, that much was sure. The child did not deserve to be punished for how it was created. A moment later, another woman came in cold eyed, emotionally shattered. But with maybe just a little hope, as she saw the angelic figure before her. She stepped forward slowly, awe in her eyes. She was probably upper 30s or early 40s in age, wearing a beat up dress. "...I don't know if I can go on. If anything is left for me here. Those animals cut my husband down in front of me, made me watch. The chained up my daughter, took her far away to be sold off, become someone's slave. They would have the same to me, but they mocked me, saying I was too old...I will never see her again...the things they will do to her. I can't do anything. I have had to beg...and worse, just to survive." She was desperate, looking for any reason to keep living. To see an actual angel, she felt this was the only chance of that.

Maxim probably should have left the room but he had been a little curious and wanted to step in in case the girl got too upset and Anahel was unsure how to handle it as an angel compared to a human. Though if what Anahel said was true, that she used to be human, maybe she was a little more prepared for that than he thought. He was curious to who she used to be, but it sounded like even Anahel did not have a clear memory of it. Though after she was done after she was done he might try to ask about what little she could remember. The girl wished for more advice but stood up smiled and nodded. "Thank you. I will try to do my best." She placed her hand on her stomach. "For the child too, if there is one..." She was going to leave, to give the next person some time with the angel. But that led to one other question. "Is an angel able to sense that sort of thing. Do you already know or have to the power to figure out if I'm pregnant?" She was scared of the answer, but it was perhaps better to get it now, if Anahel had power to figure it out. Either naturally sensing it, or through magic.

That was something that actually surprised Maxim, listening in the background. The idea Anahel was anything other than what she was now surprised him. If that was the case, who was she before and how did become what she was? Did her body resemble the old her, or was she something else? The girl was feeling more optimistic, just maybe she could someday be like the angel in front of her. “What’s it like up there? The priest talks about how wonderful it is, but never gives much detail.” To hear what heaven was like, from someone that lived there, how could she miss the chance?

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Lilana could tell what her sister was thinking. That she was forcing herself. There was no hope of getting out of this. Only thing they would get out of delaying this was more pain. She reached out and put her hand on her sister’s. “It’s okay, Aliana…just do it. I’ll do it too. I’m scared, but we can do this together. Just tell him. Tell…master.” She was not happy, or proud of this choice. But they were slaves now. It was less painful at this point to just admit it. To learn what it meant to be slaves. To serve him however he wanted. Honorius said nothing, waited to see if the little sister finally convinced the older one.

That look in her eye. She was on the verge of submission. The general took the chance to take the final push. “Have you finally accepted reality? If you do, kneel, call me master, and swear your loyalty to me. Swear the oath in your own words. Show me how much you mean it.” He waited, the final test to see if she was ready. Lilana listened, intensely nervous. Was her sister going to do it, agree she was his slave? She remembered what her sister said, but her own doubts were intensified by what the man said. If she was the one being asked that question, she just might do it.

Honorius calmly took the sword back, stood and walked back to the chair next to his bed. “I hope you understand your powerlessness now. You can not hurt me. Your armies are crushed, your kingdom will fall soon, your hero prince will either die or hide far away, powerless to help you. Oh, and if you try to get your sister kill me, you will regret it. You do not want to know what we would do to her while you watch.” Was that enough to break her hope? He calmly waited to see what happened next. The unsaid threat of course was a painfully slow death for Lilana, while Aliana watched, if the little sister tried to kill him.

Honorius finally spoke up, to calmly address that threat. “You could not hurt me as you are, even if I unchained you. Even if I gave you my sword. You must feel how weak that spell made you. It will not wear off either, unless I order the mage to counter it.” If she tried to punch him or kick him, he would barely feel it. If she tried to stab or slice him, she could not penetrate his skin. “Let me prove it to you even.” He stood up pulled off his mail coat and picked up his sword. He walked over to Aliana, dropped the sword onto her hand and knelt within her reach. “Here I am. If you want to kill me so badly, just try it.” He had no fear, no lack of confidence. He would prove to his slave how powerless she was.

Lilana kept screaming, crying and squirming in pain. She was not sure how long she did it, but the soldiers kept her pinned down until eventually the pain began to fade and she stopped moving so much. As things calmed down a little the pieces began to fall into place. She was not as naive about this as sex. She knew the farmers branded their animals, to keep track of which belonged to who. They were treated no better than animals, maybe even objects. That was what being a slave meant. She had also heard her sister scream together with her, knew it had been done to both of them. That was what he meant by ‘making it official’. Worse, he said nothing, he had just watched both them scream and struggle in so much pain. She was still blindfolded, not wanting to try to take it off. But she was sure he was just just silently watching them. She listened, waiting to see what her sister said or did after the pain stopped overwhelming her.

The general shook his head out of pity. “Neither of you two have any say over this. You both already belong to me. Since you are in denial, let’s make that official now.” He snapped his fingers and a number of guards came in. They already had instructions. The two slaves were pushed down to the floor and pinned down. Each had a blindfold wrapped around them as well. Neither would know what was coming until it happened. “This will hurt. I honestly would prefer a less painful way to do this. But it is necessary to make this official.” One of the soldiers pulled Aliana’s pants off. She might have thought the plan was to gang rape both of them. Neither girl likely had any idea what was about to happen. Two more soldiers walked in. Each held a hot brand with Honorius’ mark. An H, over a V for Vanoria and a downward pointing sword in the middle. Each girl would get the mark. The pants had been pulled down because it was to be left on their asses. Once this was done no one, at least no Vanorian, would question what the girls were. All would see that they were slaves of General Honorius. The two men got into position, standing over the girls. Both were to be branded together. Neither getting warning from the other. Lilana was terrified but more terrified of what might happen if she squirmed or tried to get out, though she knew she was too weak. Then she felt it. She reflexively screamed at the pain. She had no idea what was happening. Only that it hurt, that she was being touched by something intensely hot. It stayed there for a moment, she heard her skin react to it, before it was pulled away and the man stepped away. The other soldiers still pinned her down and would until the pain lessened.

That made Lilana feel a little better, though one did not recover from this sort of thing overnight. He was the enemy. That was not in doubt. He had conquered their home, killed their parents, brought them here, was part of the army that killed their king, had her sister brutally whipped and raped her. Was sex feeling good enough to overpower that? Naturally not. Though neither appreciated how far he would go to break them, or the crushing blow that would eventually come when their kingdom was completely conquered and they were taken back to the Vanorian capitol as slaves. Honorius finally came back into the room. Alone for the moment. He looked over his slaves. “I gave you two a moment to reflect over the reality of the situation and talk some sense into each other. I do hope you two no longer want to make this harder than it needs to be.” He waited for his answer, watching Lilana look to her older sister to say it. The little one was quite dependent on her sister, as he already knew. Had she talked sense into her sister, or had her sister convinced her to make this more painful than it needed to be?

Lilana looked down, blushing. It was embarrassing to tell even her sister. “It hurt at the start, when he pushed in. After it just weird for a while. Somehow I knew it was natural for a man and woman. But it felt wrong feeling him inside me like that. So aggressively…”. She paused for a moment, trying decide how to put it. “After a while though it felt a little different. I don’t know how to describe it. It was not like anything I previously felt…but it felt good…after everything he did, I was still starting to like it.” Tears had started flowing as she admitted that last part. Hating that she enjoyed it at all and probably would again next time.

It was hard to be hopeful seeing those wounds on her sister’s back. Lilana was unsure which was worse, having felt at least a little of both. Though she was curious about something else. “It looked like you knew what they were going to do to me before it happened…have you ever done that before?” Maybe not unwillingly like her, but she had to wonder. Maybe as a soldier, she had done it with some of her comrades while on the march? “If you did…is it supposed to feel good?” She was confused by the mixed feelings she got out of all of it. She still felt a little sick, disgusted with herself, ashamed of herself, and the fact she partially enjoyed it just intensified those feelings.

For now that was enough for Lilana. She trusted her sister, was confident she could make this sort of judgement. She was not so broken to try to convince her sister to give in to slavery. Though she did not have strength to fight it even in the limited way her sister had. Though she still had doubts. “What are we supposed to do until then. They are going to do more of that to us today, aren’t they. Eventually they are going to do what they did to me to you.” That was the other concern. Even if Aliana was right, that they would be saved. How much more would they have to go through until then. How long, how many things would they face?

Lilana was scared. She was not ready to give up completely, but she was not so confident. What would happen if they had to deal with this long term. “I just feel so weird right now…Aliana, you are a soldier. You have seen the battles, fought in them…do you really think we can win?” Aliana had to have to a better idea of that than she did. But she had seen the attack on Lunu. How overwhelming it was. How much stronger the Vanorians appeared to be. She hoped her sister had some reason behind her confidence. To be saved by the prince, that would be wonderful, but was it something he was capable of doing? Or would be forced to go Vanoria to live their lives as slaves? This was of course the general’s plan. To let them both talk, to see if the sisterly bond worked against them, feeding each other’s doubts. To push them closer to submission.

Honorious decided to take a chance on something. He went harder and faster. Not caring about Lilana’s pleasure this time, though it would be more useful if they both enjoyed it in time. Lilana let out some very confused sounding groans as he went harder the feelings of disgust and pleasure ramped up. Then she felt it, that same reason but on the other side. After it all came out the general pulled his pants up. ”He turned to address everyone other than the slaves. “I must return to making preparations for the coming battle. We can end this war soon. Return to the Capitol and make my report to the emperor. Stay in the area in the area. And I want a few guards permanently at the door here. No one is to approach the slaves, without my permission.” The group saluted and they all slowly left the room. Leaving just the sisters, one physically mutilated, the other sexually violated. When they were alone, Lilana called out to her sister. “…Aliana?” The look on her sister’s face scared her. She had always been so strong, but now she almost looked utterly beaten.

It would not be done until they finished. Well one would be done soon, indicated as the soldier groaned. “Here it comes. You better swallow it all, slave.” Lilana had no idea what he meant until she felt it come into her mouth, the completely alien to her fluid, with strange taste and texture. She had no idea a body could produce that or whether or not it was something only men could do. Reflexively she wanted to spit it out. But the soldier held her head in place and she forced it down. Once he pulled out, her head dropped as she caught her breath. The taste of his seed lingering in her mouth. Though she found she could not completely calm her breathing. She kept panting at the strange feeling she had as the general pounded her, awful, but at the same time somewhat good in a way she had never felt before. She looked up at her sister. A look of shame and confusion, for her to see her like this, in a situation she had no idea how to feel about.

At this point Aliana’s back was, for now, a fairly bloody mess. Torn up in many wounds. The woman’s spells reduced the bleeding, in a addition to preventing scaring, but otherwise did not heal it. The trainer stopped the whipping for now. Would let the emotional pain take it’s toll. “This is the only reason your lives were spared, slave. Keep watching. Maybe your little sister is a good girl, who will start to like it.” He pulled Aliana’s hair back hard, keeping her head up. Forcing her to watch them continue to use her sister. Lilana was really confused. She hated it, she wanted it to stop. But as her self proclaimed master continued to force himself on her, she noticed a different feeling. One she could not pretend did not feel good. It was mixed in the other feelings, though, desperately confusing her. She went along with it, because she had to. Her head clumsily sucking and sometimes bobbing on the soldier, while the general pounded her from behind.

The general considered how to react to her cries. He did think either were broken yet though. Better to push on. “You should be happy. I am allowing your sister to share your fate, because that is the only way you will ever see her again. This is what will be expected of both of you at times, of course.” He decided to let her see it. To take her sister now, use her as what she already was, his slave. There was no preparation. He aggressively pulled her skirt down and then his own pants, Lilana had no idea what was going on, knew nothing about sex. She yelped and twitched when she felt him penetrate her. As a virgin and with no foreplay it, it had hurt, but then she felt him move. The thrusting in and out, It felt so weird, yet she somehow understood, this was how a man and woman became one. It felt so weird, she felt violated in a way she never had before. It did not hurt as much, but she did not know if this was better than the whip anymore. The other soldier lightly slapped her back into focus. “Don’t forget about me, slave.” She tried to distract herself with it, focus on the one in her mouth, rather than her pussy.

Torture was the point. You did not easily make someone into a slave. Both would need to go through a good deal, to be genuinely broken. "Keep watching, slave." The trainer said to Aliana. "It will be your turn eventually." Lilana certainly was not enjoying it. She was not sure if she would have enjoyed it under better circumstances, but it was better than the whip. She closed her eyes, tried to pretend it was something else in her mouth. Anything she could do to make it more comfortable, bearable. It was so weird, this was the difference between a man and a woman. "Don't try to take her place again. You'll just get someone else in your mouth." The trainer said. Honorius walked closer to look over Aliana. There was a beauty in her even the wounds on her back did not diminish. "You will both learn sooner or later. I do whatever it takes to make you both admit you are mine." He walked over to Lilana stood behind her, wondering if he should take his prize now. Force her sister to watch. He found Aliana much more attractive and appealing, but the little sister was desirable as well. He wanted to keep both of them regardless of their bond as sisters, Lilana was not just a tool to break her sister.

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“Give the little one a taste of the fate, while the other watches.” The trainer said to one of the soldiers. The soldier turned to Honorious, seeking permission to do so with one of his slaves. The general nodded. “Like the trainer said, just a ‘taste’.” The soldier saluted “yes, sir.” He walked over to Lilana, pulled his pants down and pressed his cock into her face. “Take it into your mouth, slave. This is what you two are good for.” They would not be purely sex slaves, just slaves in general. Though this would be a significant portion of their duties. Lilana stared at it in confusion. She had never seen one before. Only had the vaguest sense of difference between man and woman. When she took too long, the soldier forced it in. “Suck on it, slave. Use your mouth, your tongue.” Lilana clumsily tried to get to work on it, no idea what she was doing. But scared of the whip if she did not, the whip she still heard repeatedly strike her sister’s back.

The robed figure walked behind Aliana, chanting several things. There was a sort of warmth in Aliana’s back. It did not lessen the pain, or close any wounds that would come. The point was simply to prevent scaring. Maintain the slave’s appearance for her master. She cast a second spell. Causing the girl to feel a weakness in her arms and legs. Not too weak to stand or move. But if she somehow got free, she would be too weak to hurt anyone. ”Learn your place, slave!” She was struck harder and faster. A lesson that she was not to tell anyone to do anything, not even another slave. Lilana could not look away as much as she wanted to. That her sister was doing this to try to protect her from the same. Her eyes were beginning to open to what they had both become and a fear there was no way out. She could not even imagine what it really meant to be that man’s slave. While there were classes in Zenis, royal, noble, commoner, there were no true slaves, it was just something you heard about in stories of other places.

“She did ask for it? Think you should give her a taste?” Honorious asked the trainer, leaving it up to his professional opinion. The man paused to consider it. The most effective way was to break the younger sister. He would come back to her later. But there was some value in letting the older one share in the experience. “All slaves need to learn the feel of the whip sooner or later. Get her shirt off.” The soldiers ripped Aliana’s shirt apart as he slowly walked around. “Remember, slave, you asked for this.” He reached back and whipped her back, without pause he did it a second and third time. Lilana looked up, still in shock from the pain, but watched in horror as her sister took her place.