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To invoke the divine added an interesting twist. The slave had a different view point. "That's why you are here, mistress? To punish them? Is it a sin because the masters are imitating the gods? Aren't we all slaves to them first? Human and angel? To be damned if we do not obey their commands?" That was the lesson of the Vanorian priests. Humans were already slaves to gods. Was there anything wrong with humans serving other humans in that case? The proof that it was fine was in how much girls like her enjoyed it after it was over. "Am I evil? Are you saying I will be damned if I continue to be a slave?" Of course there were other things that came with being a slave that were likely more sinful. But the girl had a hard time understanding what was wrong with choosing to continue this life.

The slave looked at the angel, almost a pitying look on her face. "You don't get it? Of course you don't. You haven't been taught. To do what master wants, because he wants it. It feels so fulfilling. The people of Zenis never understood. Even those who swear oaths of loyalty. It isn't quite the same." Anahel probably did not understand the situation completely. She would have normally stayed silent. She had been trained not speak unless spoken to, not to speak to her betters without permission. But she considered herself Anahel's property at the moment. She was trying to convince the angel to take her as a slave. In Vanoria only men could be masters. But this was a special case. An angel ought to have the right either way, and she earned it by killing her master. "You don't even know everything they do to you. Some of it hurts. Some of it feels so wrong. But you learn. It is meant to teach you. Some of it even feels good eventually. The trainers are so skilled. They know how to teach a girl to be a slave. To open our eyes."

The girl was too far gone to be convinced that easily. She had been trained, twisted, she had felt genuinely loyal to her master in the end. A twisted sort of love even, though probably only one way. She truly could not imagine a different life anymore. "I'm a slave. That's all I will ever be. If you won't take me, I need a new master. Do you hear me, priest? Prince Maxim? Give me a new master or send me to Vanoria." She grew an excited smile. "I heard from master. They would put me on auction. I will belong to whoever pays the most. Belong to him either for the rest of his life, or until he sells me." She looked at Anahel as if she could not comprehend the question. The idea that any of it was horrible. "People are blind to the joy of being a slave. The trainers have to be harsh. To teach us to serve enthusiastically. You don't know the joy in in the moment you feel when you finally genuinely submit. To do what your master says because you want to." There was a pride in her voice as she said this. As if it was natural and good.

The girl was still almost a doll. Even an angel in front of her barely stirred her. But then some thoughts in the back of her mind brought some light into her eyes, as she made connections only a slave would. "...You...you killed master. I belong to you now." She was a slave, property. The idea she would ever be free again was alien to her at this point. "Just call me slave, holy mistress. My name doesn't matter anymore." Her perspective of what happened had been significantly twisted. The pain, the humiliation, it was just things that were necessary to open her eyes. "I was taught. I was shown my place in the world. To do what master wanted. To be his." She had a twisted pride in her complete submission, a happiness to obey, to know she was doing what he wanted. Even if he did not praise her, the lack of complaints or punishment from doing anything wrong was enough.

The woman nodded. "I don't know if you can have a child, be a mother. If you can, I hope you do someday. To really understand the bond between mother and child. Though hopefully you won't understand the pain I feel now." She turned and slowly walked out. She was sure Prince Maxim would free most of them. But would that be enough. Even at this point, most had probably been fully broken. If they were brought home they would have a generation of mostly former slave girls. The kingdom would need a long time to recover. How many of them could be saved from that. Once she left the room, the first test of that question was brought before Anahel. This time the priest escorted the girl. A girl with an empty look in her eyes. Who was only moving because the priest was guiding her. He walked her up to Anahel and guided her to her knees. "...One of the slaves girls. I believe this one was taken by the officer you struck down earlier today. We changed her out of the outfit, if you could call it that, he had wearing. But upon realizing her 'master' was dead, she has barely responded to anyone." He shook his head. "It may take a miracle to restore her. I pray for your success, holy one." He did not know if any human could restore this girl to something close to what she was. An angel maybe. hopefully it was not beyond her power too. He stepped back, but stayed in the room for now, just in case. The girl was almost a doll, doing nothing but breathing, having lost the purpose of her life, her master killed.

The thought of seeing her husband made her feel a little better. Something to cling to. She knew if she took her own life that would be denied to her. Her daughter was more difficult, and it made her think about others like her. "...Nearly all of our young girls were taken to that fate. With your help, I am sure his highness will free many of them. I only hope it is not too late for most of them. Humans can be weak, to go through the things they do. I watched some go through part of the process. You might even see one before the day is over. A few were kept by the soldiers here. Some may have been left behind by the ones you killed." The slave girls. Beaten, broken, tortured into complete submission. Was it possible to save the ones that had gone through the whole process? Could they live without their master? The woman had no idea. She would be curious to see what Anahel could accomplish with one of them.

The woman looked down, considering the angel's blunt honesty. It was not what she expected. But was it maybe for the better? She had to believe the angel could at least see her daughter, but probably only if she knew where to look. If she knew who her daughter actually was. It was hard advice to take though. How could she just forget her daughter, having some vague idea what she was going through? "...I will see him again in the next life, can you at least tell me that much?" She wanted to believe the things the priest said, what waited for a person after death. But her faith had been shaken. The hope she could at least see him again, and other relatives who had already passed, through the war or others. She presumably still had years left, as long as she could support herself, but she was desperate to have something to look forward to. "...But for a mother to just forget her child. Forgive me, holy one, but if you had a child of your own, you would understand how hard that is. How could I face her, expect her to forgive me, in either this world or the next if I do that?" To move on from her own child, reduced to an animal and plaything for their invaders. Even if the prince managed to resuce her and bring her back, she was afraid of what the Vanarions might have made her into, if she could ever be the girl she remembered again.

The girl looked down. Letting everything settle, the truth weighing down on her on her. Then she took a deep breath and looked up. "It's better I know now...I don't know what I'll do yet. But it will have a home one way or anther." Would she keep it, try to give it up for adoption? She did not know yet. She had months to figure out though. It also depended on whether she found someone else to support her and if they cared about the child and where it came from. The smile was a little smaller but she had a determined look as she bowed, turned and left. She would not just abandon it on the street or anything like that, that much was sure. The child did not deserve to be punished for how it was created. A moment later, another woman came in cold eyed, emotionally shattered. But with maybe just a little hope, as she saw the angelic figure before her. She stepped forward slowly, awe in her eyes. She was probably upper 30s or early 40s in age, wearing a beat up dress. "...I don't know if I can go on. If anything is left for me here. Those animals cut my husband down in front of me, made me watch. The chained up my daughter, took her far away to be sold off, become someone's slave. They would have the same to me, but they mocked me, saying I was too old...I will never see her again...the things they will do to her. I can't do anything. I have had to beg...and worse, just to survive." She was desperate, looking for any reason to keep living. To see an actual angel, she felt this was the only chance of that.

Maxim probably should have left the room but he had been a little curious and wanted to step in in case the girl got too upset and Anahel was unsure how to handle it as an angel compared to a human. Though if what Anahel said was true, that she used to be human, maybe she was a little more prepared for that than he thought. He was curious to who she used to be, but it sounded like even Anahel did not have a clear memory of it. Though after she was done after she was done he might try to ask about what little she could remember. The girl wished for more advice but stood up smiled and nodded. "Thank you. I will try to do my best." She placed her hand on her stomach. "For the child too, if there is one..." She was going to leave, to give the next person some time with the angel. But that led to one other question. "Is an angel able to sense that sort of thing. Do you already know or have to the power to figure out if I'm pregnant?" She was scared of the answer, but it was perhaps better to get it now, if Anahel had power to figure it out. Either naturally sensing it, or through magic.

That was something that actually surprised Maxim, listening in the background. The idea Anahel was anything other than what she was now surprised him. If that was the case, who was she before and how did become what she was? Did her body resemble the old her, or was she something else? The girl was feeling more optimistic, just maybe she could someday be like the angel in front of her. “What’s it like up there? The priest talks about how wonderful it is, but never gives much detail.” To hear what heaven was like, from someone that lived there, how could she miss the chance?

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Lilana could tell what her sister was thinking. That she was forcing herself. There was no hope of getting out of this. Only thing they would get out of delaying this was more pain. She reached out and put her hand on her sister’s. “It’s okay, Aliana…just do it. I’ll do it too. I’m scared, but we can do this together. Just tell him. Tell…master.” She was not happy, or proud of this choice. But they were slaves now. It was less painful at this point to just admit it. To learn what it meant to be slaves. To serve him however he wanted. Honorius said nothing, waited to see if the little sister finally convinced the older one.

That look in her eye. She was on the verge of submission. The general took the chance to take the final push. “Have you finally accepted reality? If you do, kneel, call me master, and swear your loyalty to me. Swear the oath in your own words. Show me how much you mean it.” He waited, the final test to see if she was ready. Lilana listened, intensely nervous. Was her sister going to do it, agree she was his slave? She remembered what her sister said, but her own doubts were intensified by what the man said. If she was the one being asked that question, she just might do it.

Honorius calmly took the sword back, stood and walked back to the chair next to his bed. “I hope you understand your powerlessness now. You can not hurt me. Your armies are crushed, your kingdom will fall soon, your hero prince will either die or hide far away, powerless to help you. Oh, and if you try to get your sister kill me, you will regret it. You do not want to know what we would do to her while you watch.” Was that enough to break her hope? He calmly waited to see what happened next. The unsaid threat of course was a painfully slow death for Lilana, while Aliana watched, if the little sister tried to kill him.

Honorius finally spoke up, to calmly address that threat. “You could not hurt me as you are, even if I unchained you. Even if I gave you my sword. You must feel how weak that spell made you. It will not wear off either, unless I order the mage to counter it.” If she tried to punch him or kick him, he would barely feel it. If she tried to stab or slice him, she could not penetrate his skin. “Let me prove it to you even.” He stood up pulled off his mail coat and picked up his sword. He walked over to Aliana, dropped the sword onto her hand and knelt within her reach. “Here I am. If you want to kill me so badly, just try it.” He had no fear, no lack of confidence. He would prove to his slave how powerless she was.

Lilana kept screaming, crying and squirming in pain. She was not sure how long she did it, but the soldiers kept her pinned down until eventually the pain began to fade and she stopped moving so much. As things calmed down a little the pieces began to fall into place. She was not as naive about this as sex. She knew the farmers branded their animals, to keep track of which belonged to who. They were treated no better than animals, maybe even objects. That was what being a slave meant. She had also heard her sister scream together with her, knew it had been done to both of them. That was what he meant by ‘making it official’. Worse, he said nothing, he had just watched both them scream and struggle in so much pain. She was still blindfolded, not wanting to try to take it off. But she was sure he was just just silently watching them. She listened, waiting to see what her sister said or did after the pain stopped overwhelming her.

The general shook his head out of pity. “Neither of you two have any say over this. You both already belong to me. Since you are in denial, let’s make that official now.” He snapped his fingers and a number of guards came in. They already had instructions. The two slaves were pushed down to the floor and pinned down. Each had a blindfold wrapped around them as well. Neither would know what was coming until it happened. “This will hurt. I honestly would prefer a less painful way to do this. But it is necessary to make this official.” One of the soldiers pulled Aliana’s pants off. She might have thought the plan was to gang rape both of them. Neither girl likely had any idea what was about to happen. Two more soldiers walked in. Each held a hot brand with Honorius’ mark. An H, over a V for Vanoria and a downward pointing sword in the middle. Each girl would get the mark. The pants had been pulled down because it was to be left on their asses. Once this was done no one, at least no Vanorian, would question what the girls were. All would see that they were slaves of General Honorius. The two men got into position, standing over the girls. Both were to be branded together. Neither getting warning from the other. Lilana was terrified but more terrified of what might happen if she squirmed or tried to get out, though she knew she was too weak. Then she felt it. She reflexively screamed at the pain. She had no idea what was happening. Only that it hurt, that she was being touched by something intensely hot. It stayed there for a moment, she heard her skin react to it, before it was pulled away and the man stepped away. The other soldiers still pinned her down and would until the pain lessened.

That made Lilana feel a little better, though one did not recover from this sort of thing overnight. He was the enemy. That was not in doubt. He had conquered their home, killed their parents, brought them here, was part of the army that killed their king, had her sister brutally whipped and raped her. Was sex feeling good enough to overpower that? Naturally not. Though neither appreciated how far he would go to break them, or the crushing blow that would eventually come when their kingdom was completely conquered and they were taken back to the Vanorian capitol as slaves. Honorius finally came back into the room. Alone for the moment. He looked over his slaves. “I gave you two a moment to reflect over the reality of the situation and talk some sense into each other. I do hope you two no longer want to make this harder than it needs to be.” He waited for his answer, watching Lilana look to her older sister to say it. The little one was quite dependent on her sister, as he already knew. Had she talked sense into her sister, or had her sister convinced her to make this more painful than it needed to be?

Lilana looked down, blushing. It was embarrassing to tell even her sister. “It hurt at the start, when he pushed in. After it just weird for a while. Somehow I knew it was natural for a man and woman. But it felt wrong feeling him inside me like that. So aggressively…”. She paused for a moment, trying decide how to put it. “After a while though it felt a little different. I don’t know how to describe it. It was not like anything I previously felt…but it felt good…after everything he did, I was still starting to like it.” Tears had started flowing as she admitted that last part. Hating that she enjoyed it at all and probably would again next time.

It was hard to be hopeful seeing those wounds on her sister’s back. Lilana was unsure which was worse, having felt at least a little of both. Though she was curious about something else. “It looked like you knew what they were going to do to me before it happened…have you ever done that before?” Maybe not unwillingly like her, but she had to wonder. Maybe as a soldier, she had done it with some of her comrades while on the march? “If you did…is it supposed to feel good?” She was confused by the mixed feelings she got out of all of it. She still felt a little sick, disgusted with herself, ashamed of herself, and the fact she partially enjoyed it just intensified those feelings.

For now that was enough for Lilana. She trusted her sister, was confident she could make this sort of judgement. She was not so broken to try to convince her sister to give in to slavery. Though she did not have strength to fight it even in the limited way her sister had. Though she still had doubts. “What are we supposed to do until then. They are going to do more of that to us today, aren’t they. Eventually they are going to do what they did to me to you.” That was the other concern. Even if Aliana was right, that they would be saved. How much more would they have to go through until then. How long, how many things would they face?

Lilana was scared. She was not ready to give up completely, but she was not so confident. What would happen if they had to deal with this long term. “I just feel so weird right now…Aliana, you are a soldier. You have seen the battles, fought in them…do you really think we can win?” Aliana had to have to a better idea of that than she did. But she had seen the attack on Lunu. How overwhelming it was. How much stronger the Vanorians appeared to be. She hoped her sister had some reason behind her confidence. To be saved by the prince, that would be wonderful, but was it something he was capable of doing? Or would be forced to go Vanoria to live their lives as slaves? This was of course the general’s plan. To let them both talk, to see if the sisterly bond worked against them, feeding each other’s doubts. To push them closer to submission.

Honorious decided to take a chance on something. He went harder and faster. Not caring about Lilana’s pleasure this time, though it would be more useful if they both enjoyed it in time. Lilana let out some very confused sounding groans as he went harder the feelings of disgust and pleasure ramped up. Then she felt it, that same reason but on the other side. After it all came out the general pulled his pants up. ”He turned to address everyone other than the slaves. “I must return to making preparations for the coming battle. We can end this war soon. Return to the Capitol and make my report to the emperor. Stay in the area in the area. And I want a few guards permanently at the door here. No one is to approach the slaves, without my permission.” The group saluted and they all slowly left the room. Leaving just the sisters, one physically mutilated, the other sexually violated. When they were alone, Lilana called out to her sister. “…Aliana?” The look on her sister’s face scared her. She had always been so strong, but now she almost looked utterly beaten.

It would not be done until they finished. Well one would be done soon, indicated as the soldier groaned. “Here it comes. You better swallow it all, slave.” Lilana had no idea what he meant until she felt it come into her mouth, the completely alien to her fluid, with strange taste and texture. She had no idea a body could produce that or whether or not it was something only men could do. Reflexively she wanted to spit it out. But the soldier held her head in place and she forced it down. Once he pulled out, her head dropped as she caught her breath. The taste of his seed lingering in her mouth. Though she found she could not completely calm her breathing. She kept panting at the strange feeling she had as the general pounded her, awful, but at the same time somewhat good in a way she had never felt before. She looked up at her sister. A look of shame and confusion, for her to see her like this, in a situation she had no idea how to feel about.

At this point Aliana’s back was, for now, a fairly bloody mess. Torn up in many wounds. The woman’s spells reduced the bleeding, in a addition to preventing scaring, but otherwise did not heal it. The trainer stopped the whipping for now. Would let the emotional pain take it’s toll. “This is the only reason your lives were spared, slave. Keep watching. Maybe your little sister is a good girl, who will start to like it.” He pulled Aliana’s hair back hard, keeping her head up. Forcing her to watch them continue to use her sister. Lilana was really confused. She hated it, she wanted it to stop. But as her self proclaimed master continued to force himself on her, she noticed a different feeling. One she could not pretend did not feel good. It was mixed in the other feelings, though, desperately confusing her. She went along with it, because she had to. Her head clumsily sucking and sometimes bobbing on the soldier, while the general pounded her from behind.