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Aliana was getting a taste of what she would become. Her master could feel she was kissing back because she wanted to. She was lost in the moment, lost in the pleasure, wanted him as a man, not caring who he was. He wanted to build on that manipulation. No taunting or gloating, he would just treat her as a woman he desired for a little bit. Dig his way a little deeper into her mind and heart. In the moment she could forget her situation a little, or maybe even start to understand, start to want to be his. If she became his, she could have more of this treatment, the sex beforehand and the more affectionate way he was treating her now. The ‘only’ price was to let him control her completely, to willingly be his property.

All the boundaries between them had dropped. While they weren’t lovers, they were not looking at each other as friends right now. Just man and woman, who desired each other. Hearing Anya call him ‘daddy’ drove him further. It felt so good. If Logan was able to think straight, he might wonder if they would look at each other the same after this was over. But sex was all he could think about at the moment, hearing more of those reactions from Anya. He was eager to return to her pussy, hear her reactions to sex there. But he wanted to leave his seed her everywhere he could, so he kept pounding, to leave it in her ass. He did not really want to rush, but was not going to take his time either.

Honorious gave her what she wanted. Hearing Aliana’s reactions drove him closer. She felt him come with a groan as she came. He had fucked her again, but this time was different. He had done it a little differently, intentionally tried to make it more enjoyable for her. He would would have to wait a little before he could do it again. Before he could do Lilana. Instead he was going to keep manipulating Alaina. He pulled out of her, let her drop, but rolled her onto her back, laid over her, began to kiss her. It was intense, passionate, another reminder she could not miss, that he desired her as a woman, though as a slave rather than a lover.

That was some progress. Probably permanent progress, but maybe smaller than it looked. He did not mind if it was small though, though important thing had Aliana had genuinely given herself to him, just a little. She had begun to embrace being a slave, would not be able to forget she said it and meant it. He would give her what she wanted. He kept going hard as he could, studying her reactions. He was feeling it build up again, but he would give her what she wanted, teach her to start craving it, craving him. He was taking her with more enthusiasm than before, aroused that she was starting to willingly become his.

Honorious could feel the subtle shift in Aliana’s body that she was pleased to some degree by his desire for her. Something to build on later. He felt himself getting close. Normally he did not care if she came with him or not. But he was trying for it this time, to come together, would crack her just a little more. Force her to think more about all the things he said. How she felt. “Tell me what you want, your deepest desire. I want this one to feel better for you than the previous ones.” Teaching her to love sex, especially with him, that was the biggest step to breaking her. He was going to force to encourage more, to be completely honest with what it took to give her another orgasm

Lilana could guess it was a mix. She could not blame her sister either, remembering the mix of what she felt earlier and she only had a taste of it. She tried to give a sympathetic and understanding look but probably could not hide the bit of curiosity she felt. Curiosity she hated, but was somewhat natural. Made worse that she was sure she would get that curiosity indulged before the night was over, whether she wanted it or not. Honorious was happy, he could feel the confusion in her. The confusion that would grow, it would take time, but she would give in. "That's a good slave. I'll give you everything you want. You are starting to learn. You are already starting to crave it. You will live for it later, live for me. You both will see." He gloated a little as he went harder, forcing her to feel it. Forcing her to enjoy it. She could feel how he enjoy it, enjoy her. He might have thought of her as a slave, as a possession, but she could feel how much he desired her body. Another small thing that might slowly shift her feelings on the first situation. The first man to desire her in such a way, at least the first to act on it.

Anya was still possibly thinking a little more clearly than him. Logan did not know if that was because of a difference between man and woman or if it just had not affected her quite as much as it had affected him yet. In the moment it was almost like he was animal, driven by pure instinct and desire. Maybe he would think a little clearer at times as they went, but for now it was mostly instinct and reflex. Anya's movements got the intended effect on him. With a grunt, he went harder deeper, he was still in her ass for now, but when he was done with that he would give her what she wanted, he certainly wanted to do more of that as well. He went in as far as he could, hard and fast as he could. It felt so good, though the lube was probably having some impact there. Both on his mind and how it felt. He could only imagine how good it would feel when finished and switched.

Lilana of course understood the need to obey. Just like she said she would whip Aliana if she was ordered too. She meant it too, if she was ordered she would do it, with absolutely no hesitation. Though she would hate it. She feared that eventually happening, the sort of thing that might break her sister, after she had been further worn down. She had to wonder though, how much Aliana truly enjoyed it? How much was her lying for the master, and lying to herself, how much of it did did she really mean. She could see the signs of genuine pleasure, mixed with disgust. She would be expected to do the same later she guessed. Honorious was considering some of the things Lilana feared. He very likely would have sex with both sisters before going to sleep. The whipping was a possibility, but one that he was saving, either as a severe punishment if needed, or possibly what Lilana expected, the final breaking point for Aliana, when she looked close. For now he would just encourage it. "You've never felt anything like it before today, have you? The more I do it, the more want? You are starting to understand, just a little?" Even if she had to lie right now, maybe she would start to believe it, at least think about it.

That was somewhat to be expected, the sister's having each other would slow the process down. But Honorious would have something special when they did finally break. Few masters were lucky enough to have a pair of sisters as slaves. It was something he could even show off with some legitimate pride when he made his report to the emperor. It was enough that Aliana was beginning to crack, even if the cracks were small right now, they were there. They would grow. The important thing was she was obedient, she knew she could not fight anymore. "Show me how much you like it. Show your sister." Aliana may have drawn hope from her sister, but Lilana could be used against her a bit too.

Lilana was still half watching. Grateful to have a bed. Though she was being realistic, she expected their master would take a turn with her too before they went to sleep. She watched her sister grip the sheets. She sis not know how long it normally took, to train slaves, but she had to think such a life changing event did not happen so quickly, that they both would endure for a while. But she saw how hard her sister was trying, knew how much it was for her sake. She was grateful, but felt a little guilty too. Honorious could feel it in Aliana’s reactions. She was enjoying it more than she wanted to admit. Would she finally be forced to admit it to herself, as she tried to sleep with him next to her, that she was beginning to desire him? Desire more of this? He knew he was putting on a show for the little sister too, saw how she watched. He made sure she heard how much Aliana enjoyed this, to tempt her, confuse her, make her start desiring it a little.

Honorious would let Aliana justify it to herself however she wanted for now. Maybe she could still cling to denial. The noises she was making were not fake though, they were her admission she enjoyed it. Eventually she would not be able to lie to herself, to him, to her sister. Eventually she would truly admit it. He rubbed his hand on her ass. Specifically the spot she had been branded, the mark she was his property for the rest of her life. He slapped the same spot with his hand as they went. An intentional reminder of what she was, what she would become. What she knew she would eventually become. Were either of them getting curious yet, for what the breaking moment felt like, how they would think so completely differently after it happened?

That was good enough for the lab, happy she seemed to have at least somewhat similar feelings. Though neither of the two could understand exactly how the other thought. It was not long before he also went to sleep. Eventually the morning came. Amy came out again, just to see them all a little before leaving, and to give them more food and water for the day. She looked down to see Amy and the lab together. She was happy how they seemed to have bonded. Skye might still miss her, but between him and the others, she at least would not be completely lonely. She watched to see if the noise of filling the bowls was enough to wake her up. It at least woke the lab, causing him to lift his head and slowly wag his tail.

As it got dark, the dogs generally tended to get less active. Amy had turned on a light next to door, she always kept that on all night, but otherwise the yard was completely dark now. The only thing that might excite them was if an animal got into the yard, or close to the fence. The lab came back, laying next to the cage again, watching Skye. It was mostly the same as yesterday, except they were closer now. They both considered Skye to be a dog now, had mated. He was aware she had mated with all of them, but he felt a little possessive of her, as if he would do it more often than the others. That was one of the ways he interpreted the bond they had developed, they would do other things too of course, but it was an evolution of their bond.

Amy did not really know everything to expect there. She got an idea about it, a summary of things that would happen, but they would not know a lot of details until they got there. Just it was mostly about testing how dog like they became and how obedient they were to their owners. After a little longer sitting there, the sun was beginning to go down. “It’s probably about time for me to go in, begin preparing for bed and work tomorrow. I’ll see you a little bit in the morning, more at night. It’s up to you when you go asleep, and whether or not you do anything with the boys or not.” She stood up and stretched, waiting to see what Skye would do.

"That's up to you. See how how you feel if and when they try. If you think you want it, let it happen." It was an interesting thing to imagine, boy and girl, both trained to think and act like dogs. The boy would likely approach it somewhat aggressively but not too violently. If that aroused Skye on an instinctual level, it was only appropriate that they do it. "If you see any other pairs do it before you, maybe watch them them first, see if you like the idea of doing the same. Approach it as a dog, but in the end I will accept whichever you choice you make there." This was a circumstance Amy would take a hands off approach, let Skye interact with all the other human dogs and see what happened. It would be interesting if one of the boys was the one they could have over at the house occasionally. How they might interact. A mostly dog sort of relationship, with just a bit of lingering humanity shifting it a little.

Amy nodded at sat there quietly for a moment, enjoying the moment. It was still ideal weather and felt nice to be outside for at least a little longer. Just to be with Skye as well. She had to consider if there was any specialized training training for Skye left for the dog show. There was one other thing probably worth mentioning. "During the show, there will be some 'socialization' time for you and the other dogs. You can get an idea of how similar and different others like you are. They have been trained to be like you, though probably not the exact same methods. Probably should not be surprised if one or more of the boys are interested in you." She had thought Skye, would only ever mate with dogs, for males at least. That was still true in a sense. But it would be interesting if she could compare the dogs here to boys who had been trained similar to her. Which would she like more? Would she look forward to it, now that she knew there was a chance?

There was another thing to look forward too. That squeak toy Skye wanted should be delivered by the time she was home. For now Amy would give her some more time together. Since it was still too soon to let her sleep in the house. “Where do you think you will sleep tonight?” She could sleep in the cage if she wanted, but with the door open this time. Or she could sleep in the grass. With the other dogs, or in her own place. Though one or more would choose to come to her. She was curious would. Prefer the cage and blanket, or the feel of grass.

What Mirina wanted was a complicated thing at the moment. How much did she personally want this? Where was the line between what she wanted and her desire to have others control her? To an extent she was doing what Anahel wanted, but only in an effort to make the angel accept her as a slave. ”I am doing this because I want to…though…”. Her other hand lingered on Anahel’s leg. “…Just how much does your body resemble a human’s?” Mirina did not know. Just how similar were angel and human? If there was nothing there, this would be a lot harder. Her hand teased going in further, exploring to find out if there was anything between Anahel’s legs.

Mirina looked over the Angel silently for a moment, struggling with whether or not to act again. Just like she had learned to be a slave, could Anahel be taught to be a mistress, at least to accept the idea, if nothing else? “There’s nothing wrong with it. It feels good, to live for someone else. To let them guide everything about your life.” She put her hand on Anahel’s cheek, tempted to lean in. How could she teach the angel? Anahel could be as gentle as she wanted. Mirina just needed someone to take her master’s place.

"There is nothing to heal." Mirina responded with a smile. As far as she was concerned, she simply had her eyes opened. Was shown a life that was completely fulfilling, it just needed harsh treatment to show her the way. There was something about the angel. Mirinia felt she almost understood. Her opposition to it seemed different than the others around her. Was it because she was an angel, or was it something else? The smile faded a little. "You don't want me by your side? Even an angel hates me?" Was there a little pain in that question? She did not have anyone else right now, slave or not, that rejection stung a little.

This put Mirina in a very difficult position. As a slave, she ought to obey. But the angel was not accepting her as a slave, and that was a bigger issue. Her mind wrestled a bit with the conflict, A conflict over her life as it was. "I'm doing this for you. You won't see my value. Just let you show everything I have learned. I will always be by your side, do anything I can to make you feel better." She still paused though, obedience at least temporarily holding her back, as she convince Anahel to let her do it, to want it. To show her the value of having a slave. She desperately wanted to do more, but for the moment, she wanted to try to convince Anahel to do it. If the angel kept resisting though, she might try some more.

One of the characters here is Su-Chi Uomizu, my 20+ year old first ever RP character, the girl in my profile picture (part of the RP setting in my signature). A demi-goddess, daughter of an evil god, with quite a lot of blood on her hands. The other is Canata a demon girl I have used or will use, in several different RPs, (https://ecchidreams.com/gallery/image/64159-dark-magic-girl/). This is half crossover, half alternate universe version of her original story. It is going to be dark, like my last one, will see if it wins again. Has some violence/death, without much detail, fxf with temporary futa, "That's right, Su-Chi. Show them how weak they are, the vermin they are. Just like Lord Urbanus said." The demon girl's sweet yet bloodthirsty voice reached into the girl's soul. That was how she got her, the girls in this dorm room cut down, how many had that been? They had worked their way down the hall, doing this in one room after another. She had never done anything like this, but the shock of the night had changed her, made her into this. She was a daughter of a god. A god who had an ancient grudge against both humanity and the other gods. This was to be a message to them, that he had partially freed himself from his imprisonment in Hell, and he had found a champion, his daughter, to unleash his wrath. There was something about that revelation and the words he used, he twisted her into a dark version of who she had been. She never would have even considered this before, but she already killed so many. So many whose only crimes were being human, in the wrong place at the wrong time. There was another cause too, her accomplice, this girl who only looked human, from the depths of Hell, who was having so much fun. Canata looked over the bodies, joyfully giggling, then embraced Su-Chi from behind. "...It felt good didn't? The cutting, the stabbing, watching their eyes go dim?" The whispers in her ear, she could lie to herself. She felt free, felt like true herself that deep down she had been waiting for this. She looked at the blood soaked sword in her hand. "...I can't stop..." She admitted, she wanted to do more, see more blood. The demon girl had different ideas though, she began tearing Su-Chi's clothes off, while groping between her legs and her small chest, causing the girl to moan. "You really are one of us..." Canata said with a smile. "We are not done, but that doesn't mean we can't take a break to play." She pushed Su-Chi onto one of the beds, that belonged to one of the dead girls lying on the floor. Su-Chi gave into a lust, if not love, she felt for the demon girl. To be at her side, she would prove herself, that she was a worthy daughter of Canata's lord, the dark god who fathered her. She did not care about the blood under her, the bodies around her. They were just humans, she focused on kissing and groping the girl above her, who did the same. Canata loved seeing more and more of this side of Su-Chi, deep down she was a killer, merciless. They were making love, surrounded by death. Canata pulled back, dug her tongue into Su-Chi's crotch, left her moaning until she came. Filled with desire, she pulled up, twisted around, to begin scissoring. They both rubbed themselves against the other intensely. This was a school where casual sex was an everyday, accepted thing. Almost to the point of free use. These two were better than the rest though. They were special. They were having sex with each other because they were so alike, no one else was like them, Their names would soon be spoken with fear. Almost looked at as monsters, and by human standards maybe they were. Su-Chi was learning to associate sex with this side of her as well. Neither of them made any effort to be quiet. They moaned loudly as they ground against each other, until they eventually orgasmed. At this point they were making love, almost in mockery of those they already killed. This time Su-Chi laid on top of Canata, kissing her deeply, grinding against her. She realized something, she was a daughter of a god, this girl, she could make this girl belong to her. Canata felt the shift, the aggression. She loved it, wanted Su-Chi to show her desire. Make her hers. Su-Chi drew on the supernatural, divine, power she only recently became aware of, pining her to the bed, her hands gripping tight enough it would have crushed human arms. She was the child of a god, she should be capable of much more, but she was just learning this. About herself, about her power. Subconscious desire, led to reflexive use of her power. A way to make the girl more hers. Su-Chi felt it, the shaft growing in her crotch. Canata felt it too, felt it grow and press against her. With a blush she looked into Su-Chi's eyes. "Do it. Take me." Su-Chi accepted the invitation, plunging in. Her size adjusted to fill Canata, the proper size to make her squeal, as the girl fucked her like a man. It felt so good. They did it repeatedly, missionary, doggy, Canata bent over a table. Just to be extra perverse once she laid over one of the bodies, as Su-Chi took her ass. They went at it over and over. Su-Chi's seed oozing out of both holes. It was too soon to say for sure, but she would not be surprised if she was carrying Su-Chi's child. A divine child, who shared her god's blood. If she did not already have such a child, she dreamed to have it later. Each time they had done it, Canata felt herself belong to Su-Chi even more. Of course both also served Su-Chi's father, but the two of them had a new bond. Su-Chi still considered Canata a teacher of sorts, a guide to the darkness she was beginning to fall into. Canata looked at her with loving eyes, to the degree a demon had such. She grasped Su-Chi's hand. "You are what I've dreamed of. Follow my advice and your name will be a name of terror throughout the world. Even the gods in heaven will cower, between you, your father...our children." The two silently looked each other in the eyes, the images of what Canata said forming in her mind...and children. She had not really thought about that, but it was certainly possible. The terror they would unleash excited her, and they were not done yet. Much more blood would be spread tonight...a 'massacre' that would not be forgotten for many years.

Their master knew she was not going to break today. He did not want either them to that quickly. He did look forward to seeing them broken, the enthusiastic happy and fanatically loyal slaves they would become, but part of the fun was breaking them. To take the time, watching them slowly get worn down, to watch Aliana wrestle with it, hate herself for the fact she enjoyed it. Lilana could feel the bed shake as the two of them did it. While she did not want to do it with their master, she could not stop herself from imagining herself in a similar position, with a different random man. Though she resisted any temptation to touch herself, knowing this was the worst time and place to do so. "It feels good doesn't it? No matter how much you lie to yourself, you want more." The general taunted Aliana. Not allowing her to ignore that it did feel good. To make her think about whether she might start wanting it more after they were done. He would force her to 'admit' it. But maybe while saying it, she might realize it was starting to be true.

Lilana wondered what was going through her sister's head. It again felt like a more extreme version of what she felt. It already seemed to be stronger than what she felt when their master took her. Something that felt so wrong, but you could not ignore it felt good. Was it different than Aliana's last time? She seemed to be almost enjoying it, but still knew she should not. She was worried what night after night of this might do to her sister. Would she start craving it eventually? Her eyes shifted to her master, watching the two of them do it. He looked so satisfied. Enjoying the sex, but also her sister's reactions. Feeling he was slowly breaking her, making her a little like that other girl. The shame her sister felt, the disgust. She could not blame her, it was natural. But she was worried it was pushing her sister slowly towards what the slave talked about. The breaking point, a point of utter despair that led to the moment of life changing pleasure. The moment neither of them could escape, it was just a question of how long and how much they went through first.

Aliana did not mean what she said, but someday she would. That much he was sure of. He glanced to the little sister, it was clear she did not really want to see it, but she could not look away completely either. To see her sister like that and knowing what was coming. She was gradually changing as well, inching towards her own breaking point. Neither were close enough break really soon though. For now the goal was to make Aliana feel it, know she was getting closer, starting to enjoy it and desire him a little more each time. He rubbed his hand on her ass and hips, admiring her figure, feminine, yet with a soldier's training. Another thing to confuse and manipulate Aliana with, knowing who much he desired her body. That was the extent of his 'foreplay' he plunged in, already thrusting in and out with some intensity. To remind Aliana, she was his slave, her purpose was to please him. Her own pleasure was only a side effect, or if he decided to do so on a whim. Still, based on her previous reactions, he expected she enjoyed this deep down, at least her body did.