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As the dogs would see Skye as two things from here on. She was one of them, another dog, also a mate. A much more consistent one than their owner too. Of course, like told her, there would be some competition, fighting over. At times her just taking the winner, other times choosing the winner if it was close. The fighting would not be that serious, none of them would hurt each other. But they all considered Skye worth fighting for. She also had to consider just what she felt about the lab, her first, and something of a friend as well. Did she love him the way she might have otherwise loved a human boy, or something else. Amy was still feeling like a dog herself for the moment.. She crawled over, licked Skye’s cheek a few times. She was not done with Skye, but would let her rest for a moment. -
The dog behind Skye behind Skye of course the only one who did really care about that. He was going on instinct and after another moment came, by now Skye was leaking, a mix of the five dogs she just mated with. Amy came too, giving Skye a spray in the face at the same time. That suited Amy, the alpha female marking her bitch. She was almost panting like a dog now. The boys might have been done, but she was not done with Skye yet.
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It was almost time for both of them. They were likely going to get it at the same time, Amy from Skye and Skye from the last dog. Then it might be Amy and Skye, both as ‘dogs’. Amy was not able to think much right now, if she could, she was looking forward to seeing how much this changed Skye, having sex with a whole pack of dogs, becoming one of them more completely in the process and knowing she could get more of it rather easily.
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Amy was willing to give Skye some more of what she really wanted from her soon. But it would have to wait a little bit longer. Both for the last dog to be done with her and Skye to be done licking her. Neither were likely to take much longer. At the moment they were all dogs to a degree, Amy in one her rare moments, lost in pleasure. Switching to being more the alpha female of the pack. It was not quite the same as Skye though, Skye had chosen to be a dog for life. Amy only got into in moments like this, when the dogs (now including) Skye had sex with her. If Skye had not already realized it, she would soon.
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Mirina was actually excited. Not so much for living again in the old house, but for living with Anahel, hoping she teach the angel to appreciate her? Maybe tonight? Though her master had taught her to pleasure a woman and she did not know how different humans and angels were. She remained silent, but had a little excitement and hope on her face, just for a different reason than Anahel might suspect. A different way to make her value this house again. The other girl nodded, accepting Anahel's decision. Though more than magic might be needed. "The place will eventually need new animals. For now though, it is probably good enough to fix up the place. Focus on the house itself." She would hang around to help for a while, but she wondered what would happen tonight, an angel and a slave living together.
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That caught the other girl off guard. She did not know how long Anahel and Prince Maxim intended to stay in town. But maybe it would be long enough to help. Of course Mirina wanted to live here as slave and mistress, but maybe this would help change that. “Is there anything I should get for you two?” She asked the Angel. Not knowing how much, if anything Anahel needed, though some things would be needed for Mirina at least.
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It was familiar of course. Mirina remembered her old life. She remembered living her and everything that happened, but that almost felt like a different person. The other girl looked between them, she was not hoping for much progress, and hoped the Angel did not get too disappointed if there wasn’t any. The bigger problem was Mirina was not currently capable of living on her own. She needed a master or mistress. Her family was gone too. There was no one like the priest her to help her, when she went dead eyed again. “I could, if you live with me, mistress.” The other girl turned to Anahel, with a hopeful, that she did not get frustrated or impatient with the slave. Mirina was reacting the only way she knew how to think right now.
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When the other two started walking away, Mirina naturally followed Anahel. She not sure at first where they were going. Maybe to one of the neighboring farms. But then they kept going, it was not too much longer before she figured it out. That familiar empty house and surrounding fields. The farm was clearly empty, unoccupied since the invasion. There was no sign of human or animal life. The fields as stripped as the other. The other girl led them inside, the door already left open. As it was the day they took Mirina to be a slave. A lot of had been inside was gone, though there were somethings left, the table, some of the chairs. She still saw her bed in the corner. She silently observed the surroundings, not showing any visible reaction. The other girl doubted something so simple could break the old Mirina out, but maybe it would help a little.
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It was like Anahel's god told her. There was no quick or easy solution here. It was not impossible she might do something that would eventually help, but she probably could not expect to see visible progress today. The other girl had some idea what Anahel was trying to do, figured if anyone could do it, the angel probably could. Hopefully could. She did not really know what to do either. She only had the one idea, and did not know it would help. After digging up another row of the fields, she walked over to Anahel, trying to speak to softly for Mirina to hear. "I am grateful for the help. If your hope is to heal what happened to her though, the only thing I can think I can think of is to take her back home. I can show the way, though I don't know if it actually will help or not." After what that girl had been though, what so many others had been through, she hoped there was a way to fix them, but she had no idea what it might be.
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Mirina was just happy to have something her new mistress wanted her to do. Still hoping Anahel would eventually appreciate her as her slave. The fact that it was related to her old life so far was not having much effect on her. But it was something that made her less productive and less able to try to convince Anahel or the other girls of the value of slavery. Other farms could use the help too of course. Even with the depleted population, the people certainly still needed food. Few farms had enough people left, some might have even been abandoned…the other girl figured those abandoned ones was likely the one Mirina’s family had worked.
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Mirina did not really know much about this, but she did as instructed. Following behind the other girl as she dug up the fields, leaving seeds behind as they went and burying them. There were not enough tools left for all three to do the same. Some had been lost or destroyed in the looting. The other girl was fine with this set up though, it was still faster than doing it by herself.
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Logan already was not thinking very clearly. All he knew was he wanted sex, badly, and wanted it with the woman under him. Their friendship temporarily twisted into a purely sexual bond. He certainly felt like he could go hours non stop, that the lube would avoid the usual trouble with that. He wanted to see her the same, that was something he could still tell. She was not quite there yet. He pounded her harder than he had so far. Hoping that, with the side effect of spreading the lube further, would be enough to see that side of Anya. To experience what she told them about. Them both going at like animals for hours non stop. None of his nervousness or lack of confidence over inexperience remained, he would just do what he wanted, or let Anya do the same.
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It took some convincing from Isabella for me to join and write that. I was quite surprised to win, the votes being so evenly split certainly helped.
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She was ready, right? It was getting too hard for Logan to think straight, especially with those sounds Anya was making. He did not know if she was affected yet to the extent he was, but he could not hold back any longer, almost leaping to be on top of her. He felt more 'aggressive' than he had so far, not violently so, but a little more animalistic in a sense. He was not really thinking about anything like foreplay at the moment, though there might be some stuff resembling it mixed in later, depending on their positions. Instead he plunged in taking her rear rater enthusiastically, the lube encouraging him to go harder from the start. He did not know if it was as good as her pussy, but he was certainly enjoying it and was happy to take her in the last way he had not yet, already going pretty hard.
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There was an interesting feeling as Anya applied it. It was not instantaneous, but he was already started to feel the effect. He could not stop staring at her. He already thought she was beautiful, of course. But it was different now. More intense, he was already having a hard time restraining himself, watching her apply it to herself, he desperately wanted to jump her already, have his way with her. But for the moment he could still restrain himself, with great effort he held himself back, watching her and how it affected her.
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Logan had wondered if she was going to put any on herself, or if it would come from sex. That did make more sense, though did she plan on doing both at the same time. He nodded to her question on where to put it. “I’m ready. How long does it take to feel the full effect?” He guessed it would not be very long, but if it was instantaneous, then it might be awkward for her to apply to both of them. It would be interesting if it was gradual. It sounded like his thoughts might be blurred, more animalistic, at full strength. If it was a little more gradual he might be more aware of the change though.
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It certainly was tempting to Logan. If they did that, maybe the rest of the night would be nothing but sex and eventually sleep. If this was only going to be a one time thing, that might have made him more reluctant. But he was going to be back, fairly often, so there would plenty of chances to do other things with her. He was curious to feel what that was like too, and to see them both under its influence. ”That certainly does. I think I’m ready to give it a try.” He waited for Anya to get it and see how it was applied, excited, but a little nervous, in a good way. Curious to see just how quickly it took effect and how strongly. It definitely sounded like a fun experience for both of them.
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Lilana knew it was dangerous, that was why she had not already started. She was going to feel it eventually, one way or another, she knew that. Her sister had taken the brunt so far, but they were both his sex slaves, and he clearly intended to use both of them for that, even if he preferred Aliana. Aliana had to understand, her desire to feel it, without their master, or any other man he chose though. Would it make her easier to break? She thought it was possible, but not certain. She took it slow at first, something no one else would be aware of without walking in. She could still stop herself before it felt too good, sliding her hand under the cloth. Teasing the outer folds, still considering whether or not to go in. She bit her lip, nervous, uncertain if she should really do it. But she wanted to know how it felt. She looked to her sister. As badly as she wanted to feel it, to distract herself, she would probably stop if Aliana insisted.
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Lilana was tempted to find out. Try to bring herself to that. But the guards would probably hear, probably tell their master. Was it worse to keep it a curiosity, or to indulge it? Both could be used against her. She wanted to think she was still a ways from breaking. What she was most worried about was if Aliana broke first. If it did not happen at the same time, whoever broke first was going to try to convince the other, and it would be hard for either to ignore the other. “…I know it’s a cruel question…but it felt really good, didn’t it?” She felt awful asking, but she wanted to know, as her fingers lingered, wrestling with whether or not to try it for herself, to experience it as less cruel way.
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Neither of them could lie anymore. Lilana was not going to pretend it was not inevitable. Without rescue it was only a question of how long and which of them fell first, and what specific thing caused each to fall. She was desperate for any distraction. Any pleasant moment that could give her a mental escape. She pictured her sister, how she looked and sounded when orgasming. Her fingers of her free hand lingered down, towards her crotch, but paused at the lap of cloth covering it. “…There’s nothing wrong with it, right?…Wanting to know how you felt?” She could tell, know matter how she hated how it happened, it must have felt so good. She wanted to feel it, her own way.
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“It feels too fast, doesn’t it? To change someone so completely, even with their methods, should take longer.” Was the priest part of the answer, was there some god the Vanorians worshipped that helped make chosen girls into slaves. She was sure they were capable of it on their own, no one could withstand such torture forever. But was something helping them? She did not know if they were going faster than normal or not. She had to know, whether the answer scared her or not. “…Have you felt it? Any hint something like that is coming?” She had not orgasmed yet, the way her sister had. But she felt the pleasure, they way it built it up and would have given her one if it continued. Was her sister feeling something else, not pleasure, but that eventually give her that moment of pleasure as she broke? “If you have, what is it like?”
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Lilana still wondered if Aliana had more of an idea than she did of what was coming. “…Are you scared? That you will feel what that girl talked about?” She did not know what to expect, if you felt any warning it was coming. Did her sister feel a hint of it, a breaking point building up, to the ‘spiritual orgasm’ that would supposedly change their lives forever. It was possible she would ‘break’ in a lesser sense before then, lose any desire to resist, but not yet be happy about it. “I don’t want to, but I can’t help think about what that girl said. What it would feel like.” The irreversibility was probably at least partially due to how good that moment apparently felt. She tried not to think about it, but she realized looking forward to that moment, curiously to feel it, was probably part of the process
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The idea of abandoning Aliana, which she sort of would be doing if she was rescued after her sister broke, but before she did, was pretty sickening. But she could not ignore her sister’s pleas. She wanted to hope she could do it, but there was a fear. Their master’s hope was probably for them to break together, put them through an experience that would break them together. She was afraid he would succeed. If he took his time, wear them both down, then put them through something extreme. They both knew it. Without help, sooner or later they would both be the same as that girl, eager slaves. They both clung to a desperate hope they could be saved before then. “I won’t leave you behind. I will try to resist, as long as I can. If that does happen I will take care of you, I promise.” If Aliana was broken and she was not, but both freed of their master. She had to image she would be the one helping the slave her sister would become. It would be hard, but they would be together, no matter what happened.
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Lilana shook herself out of her worry, pulled herself at least a little back from the edge. She reached out, taking her sister’s hand. “…Sorry. I know this awful for you too. I’m not going tell you not to cry. But it’s scary. If nothing happens to help us, how long do we have? I can’t help but wonder. It’s scarier to think about what happens if one of us snaps, but not the other.” It would be easy to just give up, try to find a way to become like that girl faster. Easier, but scary. Would either of them really be the same people after that? That girl’s way of thinking was so hard to understand. There was a little temptation, but she did not want it, especially since it seemed irreversible.
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Aliana was approaching one breakdown, whether it would lead to her undergoing the other, becoming like the other girl, was another question. What would happen if Aliana broke significantly before her? Would she try to pull her along, try to convince her to join her. Lilana stopped eating, curled up into the fetal position. No longer able to hide the worry on her face. The one comfort they had was each other, but if one broke before the other, that was a separation of sorts. Should she start to give up too? If there was no mistake, wouldn’t it be better to go through it together? That girl seemed happy, if her sister did not have strength left to fight, how could she?
