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While Mirina was unlikely to ever completely forget about them, she did not see much good in overthinking about them, their fates. Though she could not really ignore Anahel either. Her face was still and silent. She would not intentionally disobey, but she had a hard time truly obeying too. She walked over to the bed, pulling the dirty blanket off. Evaluating the sheets under it. They would sleep together here, that was what she hoped for and believed at least. Though not on the sheets the way they were. “…If they are still alive, they are probably the same as me.” She said, imaging it more. Thinking especially of what her sister and mother might be doing now, who their masters were. If anything it did give her a fond thought or two, how they might bond even more, finding out they were the same, went through the same things. -
Was she worried about her parents? It was almost a novel question. Something Mirina had to actually think about. Her siblings too, it had been a big farm family. Two older brothers, a younger sister. Her sister, and possibly her mother, may have had the same fate as her. The only difference being they were among the women taken out of town. Her father and brothers were harder to guess. They might be dead. Or they could have been taken away. Arguably slaves of a different sort. Men were not broken in the same way as the women, but some were in a status similar to slaves, but with different sorts of work. In the mines or fields perhaps. Some were also made into soldiers, forced to fight in expendable units. There was no good thinking about it too much. If any were alive, she would likely never see them again. Though it would be interesting to see her sister and/or mother, if they were now the same as her. She had to give her mistress an honest answer though. "...They are gone. I will not see any of them again. My life is with you now." Was there some feeling deep down? It was hard to say, but for her, her purpose was to live on, the way she was and try to convince Anahel to accept her as a slave, that was her greatest desire. Perhaps her only desire.
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Mirina wandered the remains of her old house. Doing a little cleaning, because her mistress desired it. There was one positive to being broken, the pain of the empty house, the loss of her family, did not especially bother her. She walked to what had been her parents room. Perhaps this would be the new room for her and her mistress. It had the bigger bed, though the sheets and blankets and pillows needed either cleaning or replacing. The dresser that had their clothes was open and mostly empty too. Most other signs of them were gone. She could not say for sure what happened, that day the soldiers came in, took her to begin enslaving her, was rather chaotic. She did not see most of the looting, or what happened to her family.
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The general certainly could not complain about how quick Aliana was to offer. Did she realize what it meant for Lilana though? Did she think sleeping alone on the ground was better than accompanying them to bed? He decided to get a sense. Addressing Lilana as he unchained her sister. “Your sister will be sleeping with me for tonight. You though, will be sleeping where you are.” Lilana simply accepted her master’s decision. Would Aliana be fine with that, or ask her master to take both of them?
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It was only a matter of time. Their master finally returned. He looked over the sisters. They could be grateful he had no idea what they just did. But now he was here to consider the answer to another question. One Lilana had been wondering about. He thought out loud to himself. “Night comes soon, have to think about which of you to take to bed.” This of course was the only way either sister would have a bed anytime soon, if one did not sleep with him, they would sleep on the ground, where they were. Of course, he was considering taking both.
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A little while later the lingering pleasure began to fade, reality set in again. The only positive thing left was her sister was at her side. She knew she could not talk too specifically about what just happened. Anything they said might be heard and repeated to their master. The last thing they needed was him was him knowing. Instead she briefly rested her hand on Aliana’s leg. “Another time.” Letting her know, in a way know one listening would know, that she would return the favor for her sister later, if she wanted it. But it was dangerous now. It was also too dangerous to thank her, let her know how much she appreciated it. How good it felt.
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After another moment it finally came, a pleasure she could not imagined before feeling it. It took all her effort to stay quiet as her felt back and she felt a wave of pleasure her tensed up then relaxed. Her sister feeling the evidence squirt on her hand. Evidence she probably had to consider dealing with one way or another. Lilana felt her brief first moment of peace since being enslaved. A rare happiness as the pleasure lingered. That was the dangerous thing though. The other slave girl, she mentioned the breaking moment as a spiritual orgasm’, something that felt this good or better, but in a different way. She feared it, did not want to experience it, but just a little, she did want to know what it felt like, to feel something so good that it would change her forever. She did not want the aftermath, but how could she not wonder what it felt like, want to experience the moment itself?
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Lilana was finally starting to feel it. She knew it was coming, understood how good it must have felt for her sister. It was only unfortunate Aliana had not experienced it a better way. Neither of them wanted to learn to truly enjoy sex with the their master, though it was starting to feel like an inescapable fate. But sex, the pleasure from it, this was something to crave. If she was thinking clearer she might have understood what her sister did, that desire for sex, initially as an escape, was one piece of breaking them. The desire for the distraction turning into wanting to do it with their master and anyone else he told them to do. All Lilana cared about was the moment though, the increasingly intense pleasure, and the struggle to keep quiet.
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Lilana twitched, but managed to keep herself mostly still and quiet. It just kept feeling better. It did not bother her that her sister was doing this, that if their master caught them doing this he might take advantage of it, potentially speeding up their breaking. She wanted to hope for the opposite. It would help them resist longer. She might even do it for Aliana later, though it was probably too dangerous to do it tonight. This was their chance to find a little happiness, make their time as slaves have some small happiness. That was the idea, as she squirmed just a little, but very quietly as her sister continued to work, and she gradually got closer. Biting her lip a little to try to help stay quiet. Wasn't it better this way? To feel her first orgasm from something other than their master or other men he chose? Aliana seemed to think it might be otherwise, but she thought this was the better way.
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Lilana forced herself to keep that in mind. Staying as quiet as she could. She held it in as best she could as her sister kept going. It felt so good. She could see it was only getting better too. She was starting to get a sense of what was coming. Not knowing if she wanted Aliana to take her time or speed it up. Perhaps faster would be better, if only to avoid the danger of being caught, but she hoped to enjoy it for a bit, as she kept her body still and quiet as possible.
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Lilana blushed as her sister’s fingers began to touch her. Instinct told her there was something wrong about this. But she wanted it anyways. She moaned softly as the fingers began to touch, a similar feeling to when their master raped, but without the negative feelings. Already much more enjoyable because she wanted it, and excitement over trying to imagine just how much better it would feel later, trying to guess what else her sister would do.
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Lilana paused, more confused than anything. Her sister wanted to help? Was that something sisters normally did? It did not seem like it, but she knew nothing about sex before being enslaved. Would it make Aliana feel better, to help? She did want to feel an orgasm. That was part of her motivation. But she she was also looking for something, anything that could distract one or both of them from what was happened to hide from the reality of what they were going to eventually become. If Aliana wanted to help, if she got any enjoyment out of it, she would let her. "I want to know, badly. Please help me." The way she experienced might have been awful, but she could shake the memory of seeing Aliana have one, how good it must have felt. She wanted to know how it felt.
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This would be an easier time for Skye’s mouth. The two dogs mostly pulling back and forth with each other. They were happy she got involved, a third player in their game, but since she was pulling as hard, they did not try as hard to get it out her mouth, though she could still feel some pulling in an attempt to get it out of her mouth.
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The squirrel did manage to escape. The interesting question would have been what would happened if they had caught it. Whether they would have tried to eat it and whether or not they would have offered Skye the chance to share. They studied and sniffed at the hole for a bit before accepting the squirrel escaped. The lab went and found a different toy. A rope ball, with multiple ends sticking out. The Husky grabbed on on the other end and started pulling. In between there was a another sticking out, Skye could join in a three way play for the toy if she wanted.
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Having all finished their resting from mating with Skye, and in one case Amy, the dogs had wandered off, somewhat doing their own things, but still in the same area. They were all happy to see her, but it had been soon enough none were going to try to have sex with her, unless she encouraged it, or gave the ‘mount’ command. The one command they would obey from her, seeing it as more of a request than command. The Husky rubbed against her side, the friend the lab sniffed her rear. Then walked around to lick her face. Then something new caught his eye. An invader. A squirrel had slipped into the yard through a small hole under the fence. The two dogs at Skye’s side eagerly went chasing it, though it was fast enough, it was probably in no danger as it ran back to the hole. Amy just watched. She would until Skye either came back, it was time to feed her, or she needed the tail plug temporarily taken out. She was happy to watch them all socialize and play, now that Skye was truly one of them.
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Logan could not resist words like that in the state he was in. At the moment he was at a loss for words, pure sexual instinct drove him. Pinning Anya down, he gave her what she wanted. If Anya wanted to be used, he would use her. Under the influence of the lube, he wanted to see Anya the whore, to see the depths of that side of her. He would keep fucking her, to draw out as much of it as he could. To hear her say more of those things, see what she would do
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Amy had hoped for a little more enthusiasm, but it was honest enough. Skye had shown how she felt in both action and words. They’re looks to each other earlier, saying more than words could. “For now, you can do whatever you want to practice or with the other dogs. Or anything specific you need me to help you practice with.” She was given the freedom to be herself, her new self as a dog. Of course, she could just stay with her mistress. That would be perfectly dog like. But if there was anything else she wanted or needed to do, she was free to do it. She had proven she was already past the need for Amy to constantly guide her or train her, though there would still be things they did together, of course.
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Amy felt that had been official for much of the day. The difference now was the other dogs understood it as well. But she looked forward to watching Skye, now that she accepted this. To see what she would do as time passed to try to adjust, to fully embrace it. She looked forward to seeing the Skye who had forgotten how to be human, but that would take quite a while. “You look forward to it now, don’t you? Seeing what your life would be from now on.” She would never go to school again, never work. Have very little contact with humans other Amy, only under controlled circumstances. Only wear clothes if she had to be taken somewhere public. But she would be well fed, even if it was dog food, kept comfortable, given attention. That was the life Skye could look forward to. Different than she had expected, but at this point Amy thought she would find happiness in it.
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Amy had wondered if she would try to describe something more than that. But that made sense too. She suspected he would be her favorite, whatever happened with the others, however much they fought over her. “They should all be pretty friendly with you from now on. They see you as one of them. Though he may remain the most playful with you…you have made far more progress than I expected you to this quickly. From now on it’s about you doing what have been doing everyday. Until the idea of things like a human would feels weird and almost unnatural. For now though, always consider what a dog would do. Watch the others for inspiration, copy them, try things they do that you have not yet.”
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"I had planned to give you that surprise on another day. But I think it was worth it." Amy did finally have a chance to ask about one thing she was wondering about. She looked up at the lab. Skye's first friend here, and first dog to mate with her. "So, what would you call him? What do you think of him? Obviously you have done more with him than the others so far. But you seem to look at him different than the others." She just wanted to know what Skye thought about him. What she would consider her 'relationship' with him to be, compared to the rest of the pack. She was not likely to disapprove of any answer, this was just curiosity.
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Amy let out a good moan as they came together. Loving the wet warmth Skye sprayed her with. She then laid at her side catching her breath. Mostly back in human mode now. She would want to shower soon, especially after that. But it felt good enough to let it linger for now. She softly rubbed Skye's stomach. "Okay that's enough of that for me for today. But you know how to get it from the boys whenever you want it now." That was possibly the last big surprise for Skye in her training. From here it was more getting used to everything she had learned. Getting into the habit of living her day to day life as a dog. To the point where eventually she would do it all naturally, instinctively, without a second thought.
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Amy ramped it up again. Wanted to see something to last time, the orgasm that changed Skye from human to dog. This time she felt like she might have one of her own, just from knowing she had this much of a bond, this much control. That Skye would do absolutely anything she said now, and that it was genuine, happy obedience, no longer forced. A trust she could leave the house for the day, with doors unlocked, and Skye would be happily waiting for her, like the other dogs. This would likely be the sexual conclusion of a very sexual day.
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That look in Skye’s eyes only encouraged her more. While kissing was too enjoyable for Amy to want Skye to stop completely, she continued to lick Skye’s face, bite her neck, shoulder, chew her ear. She could restrain her animal like passion for the girl. She could not even think of any way Skye could give herself more completely, but if it was possible, she wanted it. That was such an important part of their relationship now after all.
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Amy was in a sense getting less dog, but perhaps still more 'animal' than human as she grew more intense. A wild look in her eye as she pinned Skye down and aggressively humped her. They were not equals, Skye was not even human in Amy's eyes anymore, but at this point she valued the girl more than anything else. She would not allow them to be separated, she would protect this girl and give her everything she needed to be comfortable. Neither of them were bothered anymore by what Skye had to give up for that to be the case. It did not need words. Skye could feel it her mistress' movements see the intensely possessive yet loving look in the eyes staring down at her.
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It had little direct physical pleasure, but as they discovered let time. Both got pleasure enough out of the symbolism. Skye orgasmed simply out of the desire to submit. Still a little dog-mode, she licked Skye’s face, would encourage Skye to do the same. To regularly do that as a sign of affection. She began to hump her, fairly enthusiastically, there was little foreplay either needed after all the sex they had already been having, both with the dogs and each other. Both could be said to be in heat in a sense, at least in desire for each other.
