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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.

Lilana took her sister's hand, took a breath and got on the bed, It was not an especially luxurious bed, but even a prominent general would not likely bring such to a military camp and it was pretty similar to the beds back home. She understood, this was likely a preview of every night to come. This was one of their primary purposes. She felt both guilty and relieved their master had a preference for Aliana, That much of the time she would be lying next to the two of them having sex. She laid there, looking up, occasionally at her sister, as their master undressed in the corner of her eye. Now naked, he stood at the edge of the bed, looking over Aliana. "You asked for me to take you to bed. Show me how much you want it." He taunted her a little. Expecting her to get into a more sexual position or show other signs she 'wanted' it. His plan was to make her face reality some more, realize how much her body wanted it. Another step to breaking her. Each time they did it, she would want it, want him, a little more. One step of the psychological manipulation that would eventually break them.

The general did not really need any justification to bring both sisters. But if Aliana needed to come up with an excuse to justify bringing her sister along, that was fine with him. "Yes of course, have to keep you both comfortable." He said, somewhat sarcastically. "Have to keep you two healthy and flexible." He walked over and unchained Lilana, gesturing for her to rise, which she did. He led them to a separate tent, which had one of the few proper beds in the camp. It was big enough for all three of them, though it would be pretty cramped. "Both of you, undress and get into the bed." He ordered, letting them find their places first. Lilana glanced at her sister and began undressing. On one hand, she was glad for the comfort a bed, but she be right there, as her master and sister had sex with each other, he would possibly do it some with her as well. She waited for Aliana to undress, figuring they would get into the bed together,

Amy would leave it up to her, how she passed the time. She was not worried about any rules being broken or Skye attempting to run. When this started she had been thinking about what to do with Skye while at work, when she thought the training would take longer, but there was trust now. She would still be left outside, but that was the same as the other dogs. The weather was still good. When it looked like it would uncomfortably hot or cold, or storming, then she and the others would be allowed to stay in the house. ”I’ll be curious to get an idea of what you did once I come home. Your first day alone as a dog.” It might vary a little from day to day, but she looked forward to a short summary of what she did to occupy herself. Eventually what an average day might be like and how much of it she was active.

Amy went back inside for a bit, came back out with a bag and cup, walking along and filling the bowls one by one, finishing with Skye’s, taking a nearby hose and filling the water bowl. “You won’t have me around much of the day tomorrow, but you are close enough to others now, you can probably find ways to keep yourself occupied. Though you can also sleep to at times if you want. Most of the time you will just live one moment to another.” That was one advantage to her new life. Food would come at set times, but otherwise, unless Amy wanted her to do something, she had nothing but a free time. A life of ‘free time’, even if it was limited to living like a dog. But that seemed to be what Skye wanted now, she might miss her mistress while she was at work, but otherwise she had nothing to trouble her.

Amy of course only had a general idea how this was going to work, there probably would be surprises. She was also not sure what to expect from the other ‘dogs’. It could be interesting. What were their ages compared to Skye, how many would be boys or girls, would any go more extreme? She wanted Skye to retain small parts of her humanity, like talking, though she wondered if some of the other owners would go further than that. It was finally starting to get later. Still, it made her think, Skye had gone so far in two days. That would probably factor into the evaluations. This was sponsored by the same people she bought Skye through, they knew how quickly she changed. Were any others so quick. “I’m going to go get dinner for you and the others ready. We have time to prepare for the show, but you have already changed so much, I’m sure you will score well, maybe even win.”

"Well there is still time to prepare. You are doing well. You are starting to act like a dog without even thinking about it. That is the most important thing. It is a little different from the average dog show. The focus is showing how much you have changed, how much you act and think like a dog. The things I have been training you to do. How you think of me as your owner and mistress. To prove you would not want to go back your old life." Various tests like that, showing them all off. A bit of interaction time where the 'dogs' could play and interact with each other, see the ways they were similar or different. "Who knows. Maybe if some of the other owners are close enough, we might have one or two of the others visit occasionally." Amy was sure none were close enough to regularly visit. This was small community, probably widely spread out, but maybe one was close enough to occasionally visit.

Amy was getting more convinced Skye was starting to do it naturally, which pleased her. “Good girl. I’m impressed you won your game there. But that was not why I called you. I wanted to let you know about something I found and signed us up for. Something that could be interesting, hopefully fun. A dog show. Not just a dog show, but one for dogs like you. You get to meet and compete with others like you. Who know what it feels like, consider themselves dogs like you. Sounds interesting, doesn’t it? The chance to prove to others you really are a dog?” Winning would be nice, but what Amy really wanted was for others to see Skye. To show off what she had accomplished. It would be interesting for Skye to meet others just like her too.

Amy had a big smile watching Skye’s reaction. She was acting like a dog there. It looked completely natural, like she did it without a second thought. Not just because she wanted to, but because that was who she was now. She hoped it really was second nature, she was already forgetting she was a human, at least physically. ”Here, girl!” She called out to Skye. She would let her know what they had just signed up for. Her reaction was more proof Skye was already ready in most ways.

They continued to pull back and forth for a moment. The dog eventually let let go. Giving Skye a victory she may or may not be able to repeat in the future. She won the contest. Amy noticed, it was a sort of victory she had not really had so far, proving to herself and others she really was a dog. Amy watched curiously, wondering if and how Skye would celebrate her victory.

Amy found what she was looking for, it was still a little while off. That was probably for the better though. It gave a little more time for Skye to be trained specifically for the event. She signed up for it, would tell Skye about it a little later. She had been a little sad she had to keep Skye a complete secret, not let anyone know. But this would change that, it would be a small group, but she could show Skye off after all. Show her off to people who understood. One of the dogs lost his grip on the toy. Leaving it to Skye and the other. The remaining dog pulled a bit harder, but still respected the differences between them, it was not as hard as he could pull. He was not going easy on Skye. It would not be easy, but he held back enough to make it fun and fair. Skye did have a chance of winning.

Amy, happily watching them play, was doing some research. In the same hidden portions of the internet where she arranged her purchase of Skye. She wondered, if it was possible to buy a human to train to be a pet, if there were other things she could with Skye as a dog. Having her sit around the yard or house, play with the other dogs. It filled her with a happiness, Skye seemed happy to now, but just maybe there was something more, she looked to see if the idea she had was real, as Skye played with the dogs.

The dogs were clearly having fun, happy Skye joined in. They seemed to really think she was one of them, even if she did not look or smell like them. Though having been separated from other dogs since they were puppies, seeing few other humans, and with Amy’s training, they might not have understood the difference. They might have assumed human girls were what female dogs were like. Skye especially encouraged that belief, not just mating with them like Amy had, but acting more and more like them. They pulled a little harder against her, but still focused on each other, wanting Skye to feel like she was really part of their game.

Mirina had a more determined look in her eye. A desire to prove herself. “I’m happy this way. I never lied about that. I just want you see my value. Think of me like master did.” She knew she could not be too forceful. It was not in her nature, and the goal was to make the Angel desire her. She leaned down, whispered in her ear. “Just give me a chance. I’ve never done this with angels or other girls, but I will try to please you as I did others. I hope you will enjoy it as much as them.” She began slow, kissing Anahel’s neck. She had changed modes, every movement or action meant to hopefully seduce and/or please Anahel.

Mirina was still not sure how to do this. But she needed to try, she needed to do something. She got up, onto her hands and knees and crawled over Anahel. She knew the Angel could easily overpower her if she wanted, but. It did not matter. She had a look half seductive, half desperate. “Please, stop rejecting me. I want to be yours.” She needed this, to try to somehow teach Anahel to take her as a slave. To teach her greatest value. “Just give it a chance. Let me show you my value.” She hesitated for just a second, to see if Anahel tried to force her off, if not, she would try to teach the Angel, show her she would do anything for her.

Was it because she was an Angel? Another girl? The innocence of Anahel’s response surprised Mirina. Though now she was uncertain what to do as they lay next to each other. How to please another woman, or if an Angel even had the same anatomy as her. She studied the figure next to her for a moment as she considered her next step. Though she was pleased they were sharing a bed.

“I have nothing.” It was a simple statement. Expressing her belief she had nothing and could have nothing. “I do not need clothes to sleep, though.” She began pulling off the dress, letting it fall to the floor. She looked intently at Anahel, desperate to fulfill her purpose to please the Angel. She had conflicted feelings, the complete submission of a slave, and a desire to make the one she saw as her owner think of her and treat her as one. She wrestled with whether or not to make a move on the Angel, to convince her to join her in the bed. “Join me.” It was an odd tone, begging yet demanding, submissive, yet a sort or desperation. The mind of a slave deprived of a master, intent on getting a new one.

The girl went off, leaving the two alone again. To sleep in her parents bed? It did not have a huge impact on Mirina, though she had not expected it either. Legally, the whole farm was hers now, at least until an older relative could be found. But it was hard for a slave to consider anything as hers. She could not demand Anahel do anything, was not even comfortable asking really, but she hoped she was not sleeping alone. She would be the way she had been in the bed the priest put her in, laying there, sleeping, almost like a doll. She mostly wanted to know what daily life would be like, Anahel was going to be living here at least for a little while. An angel and a slave, it was hard to imagine such a home. She curiously looked to Anahel, to see what she might do next.

There was the reminder. Anahel had not said exactly how long she would stay, but that was the reminder she only intended to stay temporarily. Mirina had to make sure to convince her otherwise somehow. Hopefully to tonight. She wanted to be valued and accepted, as a slave. For Anahel to accept her as that. There was something about the Angel, something she could not put into words, but something vaguely familiar about her. Some sort of similarity between them, though she did not know what it was. The other girl walked in, looked over the room and the bed. “Is this where you plan to sleep?” Well, she supposed Anahel probably did not need sleep. But maybe it was still better to share a bed with the slave girl temporarily. “I can find some new bedding, if you are.” She was mostly asking Anahel, not expecting Mirina to respond to her much.