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Mirina looked up at her mistress. While she might appreciate help, that was enough in her opinion. Though if Anahel wanted to do more, she naturally would not refuse. "If mistress would like to." She stood near the water, unsure if she would do so. "Slave or not, this is my usual way of washing." If she had been covered in mud or something like that, she might rinse it off. But for a girl like her, in a place like this, there was not a not a lot of proper bathing. The closest she got was sometimes undressing and getting into the stream. The baths had been more traditionally for those a little socially better, though they were not so picky right now.

Mirina had some curiosity about what the day would bring and was not going to linger in bed. “I slept well, Mistress.” She rose from the bed, one she was unsure if she would return to or not. She put on the clothes she had been wearing, that the priest had given her. It was the only clothes she had at the moment. Following Anahel’s instructions, she left the house, headed to the nearby stream. Washed her face a little, wiped off her arms and legs a little. That was as much as she did often did. She would have to go to the baths to get much better a wash, and she was not going to do that on her own.

Ashley was not really sure about the differences between all these terms. She felt like she had stepped into a new world. But she was not scared off. She was hopeful to find something she liked. "Something formal, fancy. My guess is something 'princess like' may be what I am looking for." Imagining herself as a 'princess', it felt so strange here and about her in general. But that was the sort of image she had just been imagining and was looking forward to what Anya might come up with. She waited to see if she had anything like that already prepared, in the closet.

Ashley considered those options. She would probably rule out tomboy for now, she was looking to try things considerably feminine. Maybe something more elaborate/fancy and something a little less so. "Maybe a prom dress first, a sun dress after that." Long term they could maybe try other things. This would probably not be the only day they did something like that. "I'm sure some customers would like to see me in a prom dress." It was also something she had not had a chance to experience and would not experience in the conventional way. But she could get the taste of it. One of her customers treating her something like a prom date taken back to the hotel. While she still had mixed feelings about men, the concept turned her on.

It is convenient, I can keep drawing from my RPs for these. Not reusing a character this time but will be drawing on my settings, a setting that I have used for a pair of RPs, that followers and some others maybe familiar with. ****************************************************************************** The battle had ended, another realm conquered. That had been the pattern so far. The Holy Vanorian empire was an aggressive nation, it frequently attacked its neighbors without provocation. They conquered because they could, to prove their strength, prove they had the blessings of the gods. For the rewards that came with it too. Land, gold, other wealth, and slaves. Anyone could be made a slave, on the whim of a Vanorian lord. Man, woman, or child. Though the fates of each were different. Men were sent to do the worst physical labor, field work, mining and such. Women were taken primarily for sex, though they were given other tasks as well. It was a long painful process, physical torture, frequent sex, with both humans and creatures. Mental manipulation. They were branded too, of course, to mark who they belonged to. Eventually it lead to a breaking moment, when the slave gave up, many slaves called it a ‘spiritual orgasm’. A moment of bliss, after which they became completely loyal to their masters. Accepting their new place. Analina was one of these women. Another woman chosen for this fate in Vanoria’s most recent conquest. Taken to the Capitol, auctioned off, purchased by one of the lords. He took his time with her, manipulating her, the other women slaves in the house telling her how good it was. A local priest insisting Vanoria and its strength was proof of divine approval. He master alternating between pleasure and pain. Sex and torture, rewarding willing obedience, harshly punishing the slightest hint of rebellion. As was custom for such women, her rear had been branded with her master’s mark. She had been kept chained. It was not pleasant, it hurt so much. Knowing she would be a thing for the rest of her life. Yet over time, she felt it, a slow shift. Happy to feel her master’s touch in bed, to hear his praise. She hated herself for it. But she grew curious, to feel the change. What the other girls talked about. How long had it been? She could not say for sure. Worse, she eventually saw and felt the signs. She was carrying her master’s child. If it was a daughter, she would go through these same things. If it was son, he would likely be a slave too, but have a different life. She was terrified and disgusted over this, to the point of tears. When she ended up with the slave trainer, more accurately called a torturer, again. She had been chained and bent over. The now familiar pain of the whip sticking her over and over? What was she supposed to do? How could raise a child like this? How could she raise her? She just felt like giving up, that was when the cracks finally broke. What was the point, thinking for herself? If she was a slave, her child was a slave. She should the child, the child’s master was also his or her father. This was right. Maybe the gods had meant for her to go through this. It was like a holy revelation. Everything just snapped into place, it all felt so right, like she never had to worry again. Just trust her master, let him decide everything. Everyone had their place in the world. Some deserved to be at the bottom, there was no shame in it. Little as it was, she would her master, a very powerful man, show the world that Vanoria had the right idea, looking at their strength, she knew the whole world would someday see the truth. Months later, she was sitting in her portion of the slave quarters. Holding her recently born daughter. Smiling, looking down on her. Like mother like daughter. The girl would be raised from birth, her father’s slave. She would help teach the little girl. Show her the happiness she found. That this was their destiny and it was something to be proud of. It would be painful at first, but she was sure her daughter would learn, just like she had.

I haven't forgotten about that. I had a partial one written already. Have to take some time today to finish it.

Once the sizes were obtained, Ashley stepped back. She let Anya do her work, curious as to what she would choose. A more personal touch, something different from what she might find in a store. But it would it resemble something like that, or would it have more of a personal touch? She was not sure which Anya tended to do. Preferring a little surprise, she made a point of not looking too much in Anya's direction, waiting until she was done to see what would be offered. She suspected she would like whatever it was.

Anya was going to still have to wait to find out the next appointment, and what Logan planned for it. As one of the only people in the building working regular hours, Aileen was going to wait until at least lunch, maybe the evening, to let Anya know. She only came at other times if a customer came in and wanted an immediate appointment with one of the girls. Something that always could happen, but was not especially frequent. Ashley stood and waited, never having been measured like this before. It was a little strange, but she looked forward to it, to see what happed afterwards. She was a little excited to see what Anya chose, hoping the fun of doing this with someone new would ease the thoughts bothering her.

“It would probably be safer for you to get them.” Ashley had not had much reason to care about them until now, other than chest size for bras. She felt better about someone with a lot more experience getting them herself. “As for length. Maybe longer dresses or shorter skirts.” She was a little curious to try both, not really having an idea which she would prefer.

When the morning came, Honorious was the first to wake up, seeing the two sisters at his side. He was pleased by the memories of the previous night. Seeing the girls sleeping, there was still reminders of how they felt. He looked forward to seeing how much of it lingered when they woke up, though he assumed they would not be quite the same. He expected Aliana would wake up next and soon, as another soldier, she was probably already trained to wake up early. He would have to get up pretty soon, to return to his duties, but for now, he waited to see if they would wake up on their own, he could take a little longer to savor the prizes he had earned.

Lilana was out of it after that. Overwhelmed by something that felt so good, after everything they already went through. Honorious watched as she drifted off to sleep. He then turned to Aliana. “I’m sure you want more, a man can only do so much though…just remember all this in the morning, your real feelings.” To give her one last reminder, he gave her one more long kiss, while she was still in this mood, to crave such a thing. After it was over, he laid between the sisters, closed his eyes. Completely confident neither could think about trying to hurt him or running away. They would sleep with him, willingly, eagerly.

Honorious did look forward to this. The two sisters seeming to want to be a ‘family’ with him. He supposed they would be in a sense. They were his women now, beginning to willingly fall under his power. He had plans for Aliana, he had to think about how to use Liliana in non-sexual ways. For now though, he focused on that, to give her what she craved. He kept going, as hard as he had with Aliana, while he preferred the older sister, Lilana was appealing too. Especially now that she was beginning to crave it. Lilana was getting addicted to this, she never imagined it would feel this good. She was starting to believe it was not just sex either, but a result of their master and her desire for him. Her legs wrapped around him willingly, as did her free hand. The other, squeezing her sister’s. It kept going for a moment. Then, her first orgasm with a partner, as she felt his come inside her. It was not a huge amount, he had already used so much today between the sisters. But she was happy to receive it. She panted deeply after it was over, she had never felt anything like that. It might not be as strong in the morning, but there was no longer just an oath binding her, she was beginning to be genuinely loyal to him.

Ashley took the tea. She did not have a good idea where to start though. It was an area she had only barely been aware of before. She never tried cross dressing before the change, her wardrobe was still probably best described as ‘tomboy’. She had switched to bras and panties, but the rest of her stuff was not very feminine. “I don’t have many ideas yet. Maybe stuff like dresses or skirts, but I have no idea about details yet.” The extent of what she knew at the moment was she wanted to wear stuff that told others she considered herself a girl now. That it was not just a boy in a girl’s body, though her past had some impact on her present.

It was more progress than Honorious expected this fast. He was sure some of it would be lost with the coming morning, but now both sisters had begun to shift. He could see them pushing each other further, probably slowly at first, but they were his now. It was just a matter of time before both gave in completely. Aliana’s words would linger in her sister’s head. Lilana would keep thinking these things to some degree. The curiosity grew as well. She started to desire the moment, when everything changed. Feeling her master inside her already felt so good, the other slave said that moment would feel even better. Did it matter if it meant becoming fanatical loyal to her master? Right now she looked forward to that future, how could not love a man strong enough to seduce her sister? She felt the strength too right now. It was hard to think or talk, moaning as he continued to aggressively take her. She was learning how her sister felt, she craved more as well.

Amy did not want to confuse Skye too much. This was about making sure she could blend in on the rare occasions they needed to do this. She slowly, letting Skye get her footing, walked to a locked fence door. She unlocked it and led Skye outside. It was wilderness, the nearest house not in sight. Mostly fields, with some trees. “We don’t do this very often, but every once in a while, for the rare cases we have to do it.” The possibility of Skye needing to see a doctor on occasion was the most likely reason, though maybe other things would be needed on occasion. As they took a new sort of walk, she watched to see what Skye did, how close she kept, how she walked. What sort of metaphorical leash she had on the girl

The sheets were less important to Ashley, though she could understand why Anya wanted to change them before having someone else come in. She glanced around the room. She could see that this was maybe an ideal place to get more clothes, maybe even better than ordering them. She just took a look around while Anya finished preparations. “I’ll also leave the clothes stuff up to you. Anything you think might be interesting, just stuff that might be nice to wear…or stuff to make me more appealing to customers.” She added the last bit softer. She was willing to go revealing/sexy, if that was what was on Anya’s mind. She was also willing to go more innocent/cute/comfortable. This was an experiment in become more feminine, but she would let Anya decide the details.

Yep, I’m a very busy writer these days.

“This will be a little more interesting. I’ll be right back. After I get something from inside.” She went into the house for a few minutes. When she came out she dropped a dress, socks, shoes and underwear at Skye’s feet. “Like I told you in the beginning. It will be rare, but occasionally I will need to take you into public. Sadly I can’t walk you like a dog in those cases. These will be the only times you go back to some aspects of your old life. Wearing clothes, walking on two feet.” She pulled the tail plug out. “That too. Normally the ears as well, but we’ll leave those on this time. Get dressed, we’re going for a different walk, as practice. We’ll be leaving the yard.” It was a practice and test of a few things, see if Skye found that sort of thing unnatural now. Also, she trusted Skye now, but wanted to see one more big proof of Skye’s acceptance of her new life. To see that she had no desire to run, even after leaving the yard.

“Ah, sure. Whatever you think is good.” Ashley did not drink much stuff like that. Had no idea what she would prefer, she would trust Anya to decide. She quickly got dressed, made her way down the dim halls, quiet, except for the sound of an occasional girl doing work. She knew where Anya’s room was, but had not really spent any time in it. She briefly stopped in her room, giving Anya some time to prepare hers. She just laid on the bed and patiently rested. There was not much else to do in there when alone. She thought it had a cozy feel, but it was mostly used for sleep and work. She usually went elsewhere for fun. After waiting for some time, she made her way down to Anya’s room and knocked on the door.

Amy would let Skye rest a little before bringing up her new idea. For now she sat next to her. "It was a reward how well you have done, for how happy you are about the new life. Once you have rested a little, I have an idea to try out." This had gone better than she had any idea it would. Certainly a lot faster. She had hoped for someone who could be tamed, would obediently accept this life. She had not expected Skye to completely embrace it. It made want to think about if there were opportunities she had not previously thought off. None came to mind yet, but with things as they were, she had to think there were ways to take advantage of it, things she would not have risked, if Skye was only obedient. For now though, the focus was the little thing she was thinking of and then the dog show. The two were actually somewhat related too, which made getting the other thing over with more convenient.

Amy leaned against the wall, watching as Skye played. It was nice to see how much she really enjoyed it. The other dogs watched, recognizing Amy gave that to Skye as her toy. They would not try to take it from her. Would not touch it, unless she offered to play with it with her. There was perhaps only one other thing left to train her with. Something that was in someways small, but required complete trust and loyalty. Maybe it was time to test how ready Skye was for that tonight.

Some customers were always going to complain. The ones that just wanted to fuck you and go especially. They would find some stupid thing to complain over, you did not do this right, you did not enjoy it enough. Ashley had not had much of that yet, but was told you could expect it sooner or later. Ownership was thankfully pretty forgiving of that sort of thing, as long as there was not something you really should have done better. She was looking forward to this a little now. It was good to get a perspective of someone else. She liked her friends, but they were a pair of girls born here. Little or no experience with the outside world. For stuff like this, Anya could maybe give better advice. She finished up her shower and dried off. “I’m sure it will be fine. I can make a day out this. It should be fun.” She was looking forward to anything Anya had to offer. Anything else she might offer, to give her new insights into life as a girl.

“He could come back, others might too. Maybe the previous ones just want to space it out.” Ashely tried to reassure Anya. It was true these sessions were not cheap. Unless you were lucky enough to get and impress a wealthy customer, return visits could be infrequent. It did vary though. Frequent all night visits were certainly rare, shorter visits could be more common. There were a lot of factors, and it was hard to guess for a specific individual. It also depended on how many and which activities they paid for. Maybe they would not all come back, but you never could be sure if or when you would see someone again. She was surprised to hear how much of an effect the boy had on Anya. It was always a risk, man and woman, in sex work. Feelings might develop for certain ones. Friendship was allowed, love was not. It was one of their few rules. “…If he said something like that, I’d think you should remain optimistic. If he can, someone like that should return.” She was still too new, too specialized. She did not have anyone like that. There was the one girl customer, Maggie, a really rare thing for anyone to see. If she came back that was a possibility. But she had no idea if that would ever happen. “I did interestingly have a girl once, about my age too.” She said, trying not to stare too much at Anya as she bent over. She had not lost her attraction to other women, but that was not uncommon here. “Otherwise, I have not had many yet. The men so far seem mostly interested in ‘converting’ me.” Her sexuality was an interesting thing. She was not completely attracted to men yet, but to her surprise, she would not say she hated it either. She did kind of want to see if it would work, if she would start to enjoy it the way other girls did here. She considered the offer. It would not hurt, it might make Anya feel better, maybe it would be fun. “I don’t know if I need more, but it would not hurt to have more. Maybe you can help me develop my fashion sense, as a girl.” She offered. She was curious to try wearing things she would not have considered in the past. OOC: The female customer is a reference to the old thread with cutiepieyuki, something that could be picked up, if she ever comes back.

Amy was amused and happy over Skye’s attempts to wag that tail when she was really happy. Another sign the process was working and less training was needed. Especially if she was doing it completely by reflex now. She lightly pet Skye’s head. “If you want to go play with it in any way, go ahead.” Run around with it? Take it somewhere else? Maybe something else? She did not know if Skye would do anything else, but she would let her express her happiness however she wanted.

Ashley tended to get specific sorts of customers. Targeting her age, or curiosity over how she used to be a boy. She had complicated feelings about the job, about sex with men in general. She did not know anything about what happened last night, but tried to reassure Anya. “Did he say he was not coming back?” She asked as she turned on the water and began washing. “If he did not, you never know.” She was still new here too, did not have a lot of experience, but she tried to draw on advice other girls gave her. ”Was he a good one?” She asked curiously, it was not uncommon for the girls to talk about their experiences. To hear about both good and bad. Ashley especially liked to hear about them, hear about things she might expect. She liked to get insight, sexual and otherwise, on what life was like for a girl. She was quick to befriend any who helped her in that area. She made friends with the few other girls here that were her age, but she could make friends with the older girls too. Though she and Anya had only interacted a little so far.