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What was she supposed to do? Lilana swore her oath in an attempt to make things easier for both of them. Maybe it had in that moment, but did it make things worse. She was a little worried now. If her understanding of how it worked was right, how close was her to breaking. This seemed fast. She had hoped they still had some time and that being together would slow it down. But was Aliana closer than she appeared? It was probably impossible to know. The moment was probably unpredictable, except that guessed it would come built on another moment of great pressure, pleasure or pain, sex or torture. It was probably dangerous to think too much about it, but her sister’s despair made it harder to ignore. What could she say though? Anything that might comfort her sister even a little? -
Lilana could not blame her sister for her tears. She was scared too and sad. How long would it take? For them to end up like the other girl? Was it as inevitable as Aliana said, that their only hope was for an outside force to save them. Was the girl really telling the truth, that they would eventually feel a moment of bliss that made them want to be slaves. She tried to suppress any curiosity over what that moment might actually feel like. Something so wrong could not feel so good, could it? Though her sister seemed to imply it would get much worse before then, that slave girls were truly broken. A moment of utter despair being turned into complete bliss. She was terrified of becoming that, desperately hoped not to. But how could she not be a little curious. That was not something she could tell her sister though, not the way she was. The important thing was it was just a curiosity, not something she wanted.
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Amy moaned louder as Skye went. She was a little closer now. Still some ways away, but she had to concentrate a little more, at for one last key step, making sure to call the last dog over, when the 4th finished after a few more minutes of that. After doing that she let herself go a bit, her mind a little more clouded in pleasure, feeling closer to the way Skye did. The tongue inside her learning all her most sensitive spots. Amy’s body tensed up, Skye’s mind may have berm lost in a haze but it did not diminish how good she was at this.
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Amy was happy it did not significantly distract Skye, that she was still just as eager. She kind of wished she could experience it, the way Skye had been made temporarily more dog like with all the sex. She pressed her crotch a bit more into her face, eager to get something a little closer, as she moaned in response to the tongue’s work, wanting to feel Skye’s gratitude for this idea and how much she loved it.
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It was the most obvious choice. “Mmmm good girl.” Amy could feel it, a bitch’s most appropriate sign of affection to her alpha female. I felt so good. She gave her the reward of calling the fourth dog over, to mount and mate with her. Would that change the way she licked her? However tired Skye was, she could not rest until the last two were done with her. Though sex crazed as she was, she suspected Skye agreed about being unwilling to stop until they were done with her.
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Amy laughed softly. "You can't even say anything right now? You really are a dog, aren't you?" Amy did not actually want her to permanently lose the willingness or ability to talk, but it was kind of cute when temporary, like this. She would probably do more of that later, but she got off, remaining on her hands and knees, next to Skye. She was curious what, if anything her dog would do to her in her current state. She was too submissive to dare mount her mistress, but would she try something else in her current sex crazed state?
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Amy could not help herself, seeing Skye like that. Of course this gave her other options as well, she had an idea for what to do after she was done with Skye. Her fingers dug into Skye's shoulders, reminding the girl that she belonged to her now. That was was what aroused Amy the most of this, how completely Skye had changed and submitted. It was enough that she also got pleasure from doing this, though not as much as Skye did. "You felt it, didn't you? They think you are a dog too now, much more of one than me. There are time you probably won't even need to do anything, they will mate with you because they want to. You have already been accepted into the pack, at least by the three over there and the last two soon." How could they not? They knew how bad she wanted it and saw how she had been acting with the lab.
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Amy saw the way Skye was looking at her, a bitch in heat. She wanted the whole pack, alpha female included. She slowly undressed again but waited until the third dog finished. Then decided to give her what she loved so much. This time she mounted Skye, gave her that mock humping again, but from a new position this time. She was rather aggressive about it this time. Turned on by what she had seen and how submissive she already was to her. If Skye wanted it so badly, she would get it.
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Amy was impressed how much Skye was enjoying it. More than she had ever. At this point she was probably more attracted to dog than human. If she wanted to ask how the girl felt, she was not sure she would even get an answer. There were still two more dogs waiting for her after this too. The dogs had figured it out, she was one of them. Finally a real female for the pack, they were probably as grateful to Amy as Skye was. Especially seeing how eager Skye was. There was no hesitation in the dog's mating, Skye could feel he thought of her as another dog and she was meant to be the pack mate.
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Amy did not see a reason to try to control this. Maybe as a punishment if Skye needed one, but otherwise, she was just letting her be a dog. She knew how good it felt too, watched Skye already almost getting addicted to it. It turned her on a little, watching one more more way she gave up her humanity. It was not much longer before he finished and got off her. Him and the lab were now laying at the side, both having a degree of understand of what was happening now. To welcome the into the pack. No rest this time though. Amy called a third over, a Golden Retriever. Having watched the other two, this one knew what was expected, mounted Skye and started mating without needing to be told, or tempted by Skye.
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That was interesting, Amy decided to encourage it. "That's right. You're a dog now. Have sex with as many of them, as often as you want." There was no shame in it, She might have become a bitch, but other words, like slut, did not apply to her anymore. She was a dog, not a human, not bound their rules or expectations anymore. The only difference between her and other dogs was she would not go into heat, was doing for pleasure rather than reproduction. The males did not have the same enjoyment, but had an instinctual and trained desire to mate with her as much as she wanted. It would be another keeping her here, happy she made the choice. "Something else you can do, when I'm not around, at work or otherwise. Get as much of this as you want."
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Amy watched silently. She wondered if it would normally be enough. But the current circumstances were a little different. She had clearly just mated and the other dog might have smelled things that hinted at her arousal. After watching Skye’s attempt to present herself for a moment, she felt the familiar feeling, mounted again and the dog immediately humping her. This time a dog she had not interacted with previously. “How different does it feel? Introducing yourself to a new dog, offering to join the pack, by mating with him before anything else?”
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Amy would not ask her questions about what she felt for the lab at the moment. That could wait for later. She let Skye have a moment, smiling over the girl getting an orgasm from a dog. But she did not get much rest. "I'll give the command, if I have to. You can use the word too, later. But let's see if you can do it. Try to non-verbally show the next one you want to mate with him." Amy was not sure if she could do it, but wanted to see. Wanted to see what Skye might try to get one of the dogs to do it. She called over a second one, a Husky. Who took some time to study Skye, sniffing her in various places. Including sometime on the crotch that had so recently mated. That would help, but he was used to getting the command from Amy, and needed a little more encouragement to mate with her.
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It was another moment before the lab came. Skye feeling herself filled by a dog's seed. He got off, wagging his tail. Content that he had mated with his new friend, she was now his mate as well. Skye had said she felt something 'special' about him. She was curious to what it is. Was it more as a 'dog', accepting his claim over her, the feeling of wanting to be his mate? Was it closer to the love she might have otherwise felt for a human boy? A mix? She decided to give her a moment before beginning to call the other dogs over. Let it register what just happened, how much she enjoyed it, that she wanted more. Let it really sink in before calling the others, and she if she behaved any differently, know she was going to get to know them with mating first.
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It should not have been that much of a surprise. Amy had watched how deeply Skye was identifying as a dog now. It was surprisingly fast, but it was genuine. Naturally it would be dogs she wanted to have sex with now. Skye might have started fantasizing about it before long if she had not set this up. "He should be almost done. You want to meet the others, get to know them by mating with them after he is done? Show them your place in the pack? They will be so happy to have someone they can mate with whenever they want. Does it turn you on that they may fight over mating with you sometimes?" Amy guessed they would realize she preferred the lab, was mostly his. But when they realized she wanted to mate with all of them, there could be competition who got her at a specific time.
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"You're a dog now. Of course it does. You want more later, don't you? Don't worry. You can do this with him and the others as much as you want...do you want to do it with the others, or do you feel something different here? You feel it, don't you. He is trying to claim you, make you his mate." Would the other dogs fight over her? Would Skye be turned on by their fighting, if they did? Aroused to the point of giving herself to the winner? Amy was curious to let it watch, stop them if the dogs fought too aggressively, but let them compete over Skye if she wanted too. But then she seemed to be close to that dog, the only one that played with her so far. Maybe she would go the other way, consider that she was his mate, no matter what the others did. This was not something Amy was going to get involved in. This was pack politics, it was up to Skye to decide exactly how she fit in, as the only constant female, who she mated with was a big part of that question. Amy would of course continue to give herself to them at times, but not as regularly as Skye.
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"...You asked me earlier. What made them see me as part of the pack, instead of just their owner? The alpha female, especially now that you are here as another? I trained them all to do this, with my own body. Every one of them have done this to me repeatedly...it feels wonderful dosen't it? Especially for a dog like you, probably even more. What is it like, to know a dog is mating with you? That he sees you as nothing but a dog, his mate?" She wanted to know how Skye felt as it was going, after it was over. That the only males she would probably ever have sex with were dogs.
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"I've been wrestling with when to do this, Skye. But I think you are ready. To just how much of a dog you really are. That you are now the pack bitch." She looked to the lab. "Mount." One of the commands she had trained all the dogs with. A command that up until know meant for them to have sex with her. Her standing and being dressed confused the lab for a few seconds, before he realized he was being told to mate with Skye. Something he had wanted to do anyway. Of course there was no foreplay with a dog. He simply ran behind her, quickly mounted her and started mating. It was not pleasurable to him the same way it was to a human. But he still wanted to do it. An attempt to claim Skye as his mate. He was also institutionally hoping to give her his puppies, having no idea why that was impossible. That was what was going through the dogs mind as he humped as Skye, if she was a female dog, he considered her one at least.
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She was ready, Amy thought. Time to give her one more big surprise. "Here, boy! Here, girl!" Amy called out to both of them. The lab stopped playing and eagerly ran to his mistress. He did not know what she was planning either, but the tone in her voice suggested it was something good, wagging his tail, waiting both for Skye to catch up and to see what his mistress planned. Amy was excited too. She was sure Skye would be shocked, but if she thought of herself as a dog now, she would probably enjoy it before it was over, and want more.
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They found the other girl working the fields, trying to plant new seeds and restore what the invaders cut down. It was not something she had done much previously. But unless she found a husband, she was alone now and had to do as much as she could before her pregnancy developed too far to do it herself. She saw the other two come, unfortunately she knew the slave was as inexperienced as her in this area. Both were used to the men of the farms doing this part previously. “The field needs new seeds planted. The sooner the better. Unfortunately this is my first time doing this, so watching me to learn might not be the best.”
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Mirina was happy for the approval, but that last request was difficult. A slave could not just call her mistress by her name. Even other humans, the prince included, had difficulty doing that. Though they referred to her in ways of respect, towards an Angel. “I must belong to someone.” She insisted, almost with neediness. The idea of living her own life was almost alien to her now. She almost wanted to beg against being abandoned, but she did not dare. Didn’t she understand? Mirina needed this right now. She was getting more desperate to try to think of ways to get the Angel to agree she was her slave. But for now, she just obeyed, following Anahel. Probably to find the other girl and see what she wanted.
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Mirina had not really forgotten. Though she considered it an old life. She was not going to be doing it long term, unless the angel started her own farm. She did not see that happening though. This angel was supposedly going to lead Prince Maxim in war against Vanoria, to regain his kingdom. Bring all the other slaves they could find back home. She wondered how that would turn out. They would end up with a kingdom where nearly every woman was a slave. In theory the children would not be, but could the prince stop society from changing in the years of the women being mostly slaves, or would the people accept that as reality? She did not see a way to convince her this life was wrong, to try to do it with so many. She would not stop her mistress from trying, but she would also not stop trying to convince the angel to accept her as a slave. Having finished with the cow, she stood up, head down, not looking her in the eye. "The work here is done, mistress." She waited for new orders.
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Did the angel actually want to know how to do these things for herself? Mirina found it strange an angel would care about such things. But it was not her business really. She fell back into old reflexes. Mixing the old life with the new. Taking care to feed each animal the right amount of the right sort of each food, because she had been told too. Making sure each was healthy, unhurt, had already been getting enough food. She did identify with all of them to varying degrees. She shared a role similar to them now. The biggest difference was she would not be slaughtered for food, as some of the animals were. The Vanorians had not gone that far yet. A master who did that would likely be severely punished, executed probably. There was a decent mix of animals, but the numbers were small. Some probably lost in the invasion or post invasion looting, just like the fields. She then grabbed a pail, bent down and began milking the cow. A little more kinship there, felt with the milking and what it made her think of. Slaves were rarely used specifically for breeding, though with all the sex, it was common for them to have their master's children. Mirina believed she had lost her master before that could happen, Anahel could not do that either. Though she hoped Aanhel eventually saw her value as a slave, that she could please her just like her old master.
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Mirina obeyed, as she always did. She did not think this would accomplish anything, but that did not matter. If Anahel wanted her to do this, she would do it. Though she gave the angel an odd sight first walking up to one the cows, placing her hand on the leg. Next to it's brand. Quietly admiring it. She had one too, of course. Her master had put her in an outfit that showed it off. Made her proud to show off she belonged to him. The simple dress the priest had changed her into now covered it. But then her old master was dead anyway. If anything she actually wanted Anahel to put her own mark on her. Sure, it hurt badly at first. But it was worth it, to show who owned her. She did not know if her mistress understood why she was appreciating it. But it did not matter. She would not be looking at it much longer, until getting to what she considered her orders.
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The girl could tell. She did not know the whole process, but she knew what the girl was made into. Like so many other girls here. Then only difference was her master had been one of the soldiers here, so she was not taken away. She looked at the slave, who looked up with a small. “Do not pity me, the Angel killed my master, I belong to her now, She is a kind mistress, but I do not regret what I am.” The other girl kind of expected that, heard what slaves were like when the process was done. They experienced some of the same things, she did not understand how so many girls could end up like this. “…Thank you for trying to help, holy one…Mirina is her name…I have to be more prepared to talk to her the way she is. For now take her feed the animals. Probably milk the cows as well.” It was hard to handle talking to a slave who was happy to be one, while she was carrying a half-Vanorian child she had not asked for.
