SataiRolePlayingGuy

I could not forget the only other person that stuck around this long. I could work on a reply to our old thread too, but was not sure if it had been too long. Possibly start something new instead too. Speaking of people who did not stick around. Since Charlie never responded to that mother/daughter thread in the extreme scenes, and has not logged in since around then, we should be getting a new member at some point who is interested in picking that up.

Will still give some others some time, but whether it's me or them, I thought I would clarify a few details. Were you looking for a story that would fall under fantasy, modern or sci-fi? Also did you have something specific in mind for the non-humans? Other humanoids, semi-humanoids, monsters/beasts?

Still looking to do the Magic idea getting set up. But I thought I would throw out another idea to everyone, but a rather obscure one that may not go anywhere. We are going into now nearly forgotten classics of gaming, a story based on ‘the Avatar’, the main character of the ‘Ultima’ series. A character who could be male or female. I have an idea for it, probably a female Avatar. But the question of whether or not I will play him/her and which gender the character is depends on who I end up playing with. I hoping for someone else who knows the series but will explain a little bit for those who don’t know it. The basic concept of the story I have in mind is set at the start of the 4th game, when the character begins the quest to become the ‘Avatar of Virtue’, a sort a moral example to the people of the setting, the kingdom of Britannia. This is all well and good, but perhaps the character him/herself needs a lot of moral redemption. Let’s look back to the first trilogy. These were some of the oldest computer RPGs, made in the early 80s, as such very light on story in the games themselves (much more in manual, than in game). While it was (mostly) not required, the games had some infamy for players taking the hero(es) on a stealing/murder spree. Just because it was an easier way to get strong faster, and probably just because they could in some cases, with no consequences (as long you could run from/kill town or castle guards). We are dealing with a character with many sins to deal with. A ‘hero’ who slew the ‘Triad of Evil’. Mondain, Minax and Exodus. But had a great deal of blood on their own hands that needs to be redeemed. A female Avatar especially might have a great deal of sexual penance mixed in with the goal of being a perfect follower of the 8 virtues.

It's allowed. I'll wait a little to see if anyone else wants to do it (see if we can get some stories going here that don't involve me), if no one else shows any interest, I'll get back to you try to set something up.

That was something to hold on to. Something to use when Aliana might need a severe punishment. Maybe it could be the breaking point that pushed them over the line too. But for it to be that, they both needed to be closer to the line. How much closer though? How close was the little sister compared to the big sister? She was certainly much more obedient. He was convinced he could leave unchained and she would make no effort to run or misbehave. But they would both remain chained. It came with being a slave. Even after they broke, they would spend at least some time chained. "See how obedient your sister is? You declared yourself my slave as well, you should be following her example. Her word actually means something, I wonder if your does?" That was what this show was about really, making Aliana see a better example, how far her sister would go as a slave. He was still considering whether or not to take it further. Though his lust was still satisfied at the moment, after taking both of their virginities.

Logan did not really know how lube was supposed to do that, did not know if they were getting in over their heads doing that, but given those options, he knew his choice. Just to see what it was actually like, for both of them,. "The one that makes us go wild, we'll go with. But, assuming you have used it before, exactly how 'wild'?" It was something he tried to imagine, but was not. Especially as he tried to figure out and picture what Anya would be like 'wild'.

The general decided to give the older slave a warning. A sign he could be much crueler if he wanted to. “You are a good slave. You would even whip your sister if I commanded it, wouldn’t you?” A dread passed through Lilana. Would he go that far? Could Aliana forgive her if she did? She answered immediately though. “Y…yes.” It was incredibly strained. It hurt her to say it. But if she was commanded to, she would whip her own sister. (Please understand Aliana!). She cried to herself, hoping her sister knew she would never want to do it, but she was bound by the oath. She found herself kissing him again afterwards. He was more enthusiastic, perhaps turned on by her loyalty.

The priest had said he was sent by their master. Had made no promises of secrecy, though he might later as part of the trust building exercises. He would even keep it secret unless there was good reason to report it. That came when they were willing to talk to him though. The general sighed. “You seem to have forgot your promise, slave. I should whip you for that. Or…”. He walked over, unchained Lilana, walked back to his chair. “Your sister is much more obedient, accepts she is a slave, even if she has not experienced that awakening yet.” He looked to Lilana and patted his leg. “Come here and show your sister a good sample.” ”Yes, master.” Lilana replied, bound by oath, she walked over to the general. Sat on his lap, facing him, wrapped her arms around him. He adjusted the chair so Aliana could watch as he kissed her. Watch how she returned it, without hesitation, but without much enthusiasm either. Trying to do a good job still, to do what her master wanted. She hated being used against her sister, but she had to obey.

The woman showed little sympathy or care for the slave she dressed her. Just doing her job. The only positive thing for Aliana was she did her best to be as painless as she could, with the state of the girl's back. Once both had been dressed, the women left, leaving the slaves alone with their master. "The priest told me how your talk went. You still want to cling to fantasies I suppose. Aren't you curious, though? To experience that moment the slave told about? When you become just like her? So many of you have already experienced it. Realizing what you were always meant to be. The purpose you lacked in your old life." He had heard other slaves and the trainers talk about it. He was curious to see for himself. He hoped for both sisters to experience it together. If they did not, the first would probably push the other. It was a moment he found hard to imagine, but every slave who went through it called it the greatest moment of their life. 'A spiritual orgasm' as the one put it, a non-sexual pleasure that could be compared to it. Sometimes, coming with a physical orgasm, but that varied by slave and their exact training.

Lilana hoped her sister was right. She just wished it happened a lot sooner. That was the best hope of saving them. If they did not act too soon, the two of them might end up like that other girl. Could girls like that even be fixed? It felt like it might take a god's power to do so. But then their master returned. Accompanied by several women, carrying something strange. The women did not have the same look as the other girl. She guessed they were Vanorian, and probably servants, rather than true slaves. "Stand." The general commanded, Lilana rose immediately. One of the women immediately began taking her clothes off. Honorious responded to the confused look on her face. "I am not giving the woman any play with you." That line would be crossed later, for now only men would have sex with either of them. "They are here for something else." They quickly put something else on Lilana, that felt more like underwear. Basically a bra on top, the bottom only differed from underwear due the flap of cloth hanging down to her knees. Though her rear was almost completely uncovered. She understood. Everyone would see her brand. Would know both what she was and who she belonged to. A gold collar was placed around her neck as well. "This is what you both will wear from now on. The only times you might wear more or different is in colder locations." As Lilana was being changed another woman went to change Aliana. "You will let her change you, slave. That is an order." The unspoken threat was she would be whipped again if she resisted at al. Note to Other Readers: Yes, they are getting 'slave Leia' outfits.

Lilana hoped she was right. But so much had already fallen. Their master was probably right in that the war was almost over. Their armies had largely been crushed. The only hope seemed to be that other nations took the warning sign and united against Vanoria. Hopefully that much would be enough, though she was uneasy. The priests' words somewhat shook her though. Where was the divine retribution for all of this. For the unprovoked wars, the slavery. "I would feel a lot better if it did not seem like they had at least some gods on their side." There was some logic behind his words there, though Lilana did not want to believe. They had been allowed to get away with a lot if there was something forbidden about what they were doing.

Lilana could see that, though she had to wonder what would come with being a general's slave. More likely following him and his army around. He was likely the sort to value them for sex even more than others, especially as he was likely unmarried. She hoped sharing them with his soldiers as he had already done was not a frequent part of it. Though maybe making them do it was meant as a warning they would be doing that more. She tried to think of other things. Would they be used as messengers? Probably 'decoration' to often stand around him when visiting others. "...If we were doing chores, it would probably mean the war was over and he took us back deep into Vanoria...probably showing us of as trophies on the way home." He was one the generals leading this war. When it was over he would likely return to report to the emperor. Would he show them off in such a place?

Lilana did not know if her sister really did not know, or was trying to protect her. She would trust her judgment though if it was the later. Though there was some worry they would experience at least some of it soon. “Do you have any ideas what they expect us to do as slaves…other than what we have already done?” Sex was obviously a big part of it, but she had to believe there was more. Though it might vary by individual master.

Having each other was something that gave Lilana some hope. Though she was less confident of going home, especially with the oath. The question was how long it took. It was not especially long if many of their own people had already been broken. Being together was the only thing that felt like it might help at all, though it was hard to say how much. "If you had some idea about this, about what it does to people...Do you have any idea what else master will do to us?" There was some question if she really wanted to know. But perhaps it was for the better, especially if her sister knew anything she did not.

Aliana had already expected this? Knew it was a possibility, even a probability? Was that why she was so desperate, a fear of something beyond just being enslaved? "Have I doomed us to that, with my oath?" She could not break it. She would die before she willingly broke an oath. But there was a fear in her voice. They had each other. She was sure that would help, maybe delay it. But was it enough to prevent it? Were they already doomed to eventually end up like that girl. She desperately hoped otherwise. The girl had given them some warning of what was to come, much more pain, and 'pleasure' that came with their master and other men forcing themselves on them. But also in ways they did not know yet.

Lilana had heard the stories too. That so many of their women were taken into slavery. When their town fell, Lilana suspected it would happen to her, and her sister too once she knew she was one of the surviving soldiers. She had to wonder if any of the men who surrendered were spared. If Aliana and other women were only spared to be enslaved? That was not the part she had been most concerned about though. "But do you know how many of them...how many of us...end up like that girl?" That was the part that scared her, was there something about that girl? Or was it like the girl and the priest said, a common result of their slave training? If so, the only thing making it any different for them was that they had each other, she could only hope that was enough.

"That I suppose is enough for today. I will be seeing you two again. I will be entirely willing to listen and talk to you about your experiences." With that the priest turned and began to leave. The slave girl had one final thing to add. "I hope to talk to you again, once your master teaches you the new pleasures. And again once the process done, after we have all experienced that moment." The unspoken pleasures. She decided not to warn the sisters, that humans would not be the only things fucking them. Though they were not likely to experience that for at least a little while. That was not what their master was preparing at the moment. Once they were gone. Lilana finally shook off the shock. To see what a girl might end up after all this is done. "...How common do you think it is...for girls like us to end up like her?" She asked with some nervousness. It was true that girl probably did not have anything like a sister at her side. But was she rare, or was that the more common result of how girls taken into slavery eventually ended up. How long did it take her? What did she go through that they had not yet?

The priest was unmoved. The desperate ranting of young confused girl, who did not yet fully embrace being a slave. “You were an enemy soldier, your master said. I suppose that explains your spirit. But then, you would have been punished severely if you disobeyed your commanding officers. Both of you would have also been punished for disobeying a lord or your king. As commoners you already served. The difference now is you focus that service on one man, at all times.” He was a patient man. There was no expectation anything would change today. The point of this meeting was to introduce himself to them. Possibly put a seed of doubt, that he was right, in their minds. Also to show them what the final result of their training will be. The slave girl had a smile filled with understanding and pity. “You don’t know all the things they do to teach us yet. But you have had a taste. You both have a long relationship with the whip coming up. Even now, I still get whipped at times. Other sorts of pain. Other pleasures. Some you have not imagined…” She paused, considering how much to say. Whether it was better for it to be a surprise or not.

“Brainwashing? I understand why it looks that way. I remember being in your place, all the pain, the humiliation. It is very hard, I won’t lie to you, as a fellow slave, but it is to teach you. We are too stubborn and closed minded to be the slaves we are meant to be without that teaching. But that life? I would never go back. Eventually you will understand. You will think you are sinking to your lowest point. Then it comes. It is almost like a spiritual orgasm. Everything just makes sense, you will realize you truly want to be his slave. Maybe even love him, as a man. It isn’t something I can put into words completely…you two are sisters? It will be extra beautiful if you two experience it together, at the same moment. To live that life together.” Lilana had nothing to say, more surprised than anything. This was no act. The girl really believed every word she said. She was actually happy about being a slave. The priest spoke again. “Every person has a place in this world, chosen for them by the gods. There is no evil in slavery. It is just another class. You are no worse than a commoner, noble, not even the emperor. You simply have another place and role in life. To do whatever your master wishes. The holy Vanorian Empire is as strong as it is both due to the greatness of our emperors and the blessings of the gods. They believe some are meant to be slaves. If not, why did they allow our victories?” This was the priest’s duty. He would regularly visit. Both to lecture and teach them on their new place, as well as to listen. With many slaves he or those like him were the closest thing to a friend. And they might believe his words about the plans of gods. It was a little more complicated with a pair of sisters though.

“You do not recognize a man of the gods when you see one, young slave? Perhaps your kingdom needed us more than even the emperor knew. I am here to help you. Ease the fears you two surely feel about your new life. Are we really any different? All humanity are slaves to the gods after all. A priest even more so.” The man spoke with a confidence, suggesting he believed every word. That he had had these sorts of talks before. “Your master sent me, to help you two, talk to you throughout the process.” ”You are no slave. You chose to be a priest.” Lilana was more willing to talk back still to someone other than her master. Even if their master sent him. The priest expected the remark. They would learn in time. But that was why the girl was here. He gestured her forward. “Talk to her then. She is one of you. One of your people, and a fellow slave. Tell the girls about yourself, slave.” The girl looked up, a sense of understanding in her eyes. But not the sort the sisters might have expected. “Mmmm you two are just starting?” She over their bodies. “Already branded. But still learning. I know it hurts, I know it is scary. Don’t worry, they know what they are doing. Girls like us just need to learn. Eventually the moment will come that will make it all worth it. I love my master, I live to serve him. Could not imagine anything but being his slave. Some day you two will know what I mean. A beautiful moment when it all makes sense, you completely submit out of love and loyalty. I never felt anything like it before or since. You will never forget it.”

It was all they could do. Endure together. Lilana had little hope they would not be slaves for the rest of their lives. But if they had each other, it would help them get through this. It might have been better they could not hug at the moment. Lilana would not have been sure how to deal with it, with her sister’s back in its current state. “I will. If it looks like I’m too eager, that’s just me fulfilling my oath.” She would not hesitate to obey their master’s commands. She swore she would not. She might not enjoy it, but she would completely obey. She was a slave now, this was her duty now, unless someone or something else saved them. Their master was not the next to visit them. He was still preparing something else. He sent someone else to visit to visit them, another piece in breaking their minds. A middle aged man, strict looking, wearing robes. Lilana assumed correctly it was a Vanorian priest. “Noble slaves. Look at you two, you have begun to walk the path, to learn the joy of servitude. You are scared now, hurt. But in time you see the joy in such life. Realize this was fate.” There was another girl at his side, with what Lilana thought was a strange look in her eye.