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Pelintira had decided to keep an eye on the two of them, out of curiosity. To get an impression of Alenia's current thoughts, and two see what the two of them might get up to. Talk of overthrowing the emperor again? Alenia was thinking a little small scale. Her village was just a small piece of a tiny empire. That man had to be dealt with to achieve her goals, but there would be much more work as well. Her potion seller was getting pretty ambitious as well. Not just making offers of helping an enemy who was probably much stronger than she realized. But was she teasing her apprentice, tempting her for a different sort of fun? It made her think a little. It had been long since she had sought the pleasure of another's touch. Especially conventionally. Though she had found a number of...alternative pleasures. A thought came to mind, if the girl committed to her apprenticeship, followed the path deeply enough, did she have a different sort of potential? There was no rush, but but maybe when the girl eventually became more equal to her power, could she have another place here? Perhaps the girl should be given a different sort of 'initiation'? Her companion could maybe have a little reward too. Alenia was still just an apprentice, after all, Blacky had done nothing forbidden, if anything, she desired some praise. And best for doing it subtly. It was even possible that line would not be crossed, if Pelintira did not step in.

I'm still working my way back into my earlier writing frequency. Finally got caught up on the reading, should get my planned post up either tonight or tomorrow. Will think some more about that. But it will depend on if Allie is back this weekend or not. If she is, we will consider bring Pelintira into the bath scene. If not, I'll see if I have anything to consider, probably Sunday afternoon.

That was a lovely face. Aileen smile down at it, as she finally pulled out. She wondered if that was enough for now? While she could go for more, she was rather satisfied. She looked over to Ashley. "Look at that face. That is the woman I'm helping you to become. She will help you too. Imagine the pleasure she feels right now, the cravings." Ashley, who had been silently watching, glanced up at her. Wondering how the other woman felt, if she was capable of feeling like that. Even in a place like this, she had never seen such an expression on one of the other girls.

Will try to get that one post in the next few days at least. I’ll admit was skimming as you two were writing. Have to take time to really read those. After I write that, we will see what happens. I had not heard anything, but my guess is Allie is unusually busy with school stuff. See if she is back by the weekend. Depending on how long she is busy, we can consider some sort of side story while waiting for her.

Death. It consumes everything. Friendship, family, love, life. You never know how long it will last. The lonely sometimes even more susceptible to it. Ryo had watched it happen over the years. First his grandparents, one after another, a few uncles, then his father. He had few friends. He feared the day he lost any of them. While he was not elderly, he was certainly not a kid anymore either. His own death terrified him more than anything. He desperately hoped for an afterlife, but suspected and feared oblivion after the final breath. He felt no confidence any religion was true. He feared how close it was getting. Death and the fear of it gnawed at him from the earliest childhood. As a kid he could tell himself it was very likely a long way away, barring some freak accident or disaster. But now things were different. There was a desire to reclaim the past escape the end. Many had tried it in the past, some much more wealthy and powerful than him. But he still needed to try. He dug through many shady books and websites. Dug into any material he could find. Eventually on obscure forums, he found people telling strange stories. Probably fake, but sounded just genuine enough to give him hope. It led him to take a drive to a small business, in a town hours away. He was welcomed inside by the owner. A strange, older man, with an odd look in his eye. This was not old fashioned superstition or magic though. Not entirely at least. It was technology, but technology he claimed would do the seemingly supernatural. It back there was a cluster of machines. Helmet’s and gloves, that made Ryo think VR. But the man claimed they let you reach out. Think about what you lost. Whether someone dead, or just a lost connection. It would link you to them. Perhaps draw them back into your life. He offered Ryo a chance to try it out. Warned him to trying something small first. He walked back. Got into the chair. Put the equipment on. The old man told him to focus on an old fond memory. He thought back to a childhood friend he had not seen in many years, he focused on the thought. Then he felt a jerking pull. His sense were pulled away from the building, his body. He found himself in a strange house. Standing before a man, familiar, yet not. The man introduced himself, asked what was going on very confused. It was the name of his old friend. They talked a little. Remembering the past. Ryo wanted proof this was real. He suggested maybe they should meet again, asked his friend to contact the next day, then he felt himself get pulled back. Shaken up, he left, waited to see what happened. He was contacted the day, got confirmation it all had happened. Plans were made. But more importantly, he returned to the old man’s business. This time he tested to claim what had been lost. He remembered his childhood dog. He found himself reunited with her, in a strange empty field. He played with her for a few hours. Then brought back again. The old man told him to be careful with the dead. The nature of the connections were still unclear. Whether there would be consequences. He kept going. Seeing old relatives. Talking to them. They had all the memories they should have, it was just like he remembered them. But they avoided the questions on death or the afterlife. They could not or would not sooth his fears. Leaving him a little uneasy, uncertain. But he kept going. He wanted to reach out to someone else he long missed. An online connection. One of the few people he felt comfortable talking to about personal things and had played somethings with online. She had just disappeared one day. While he mostly recovered, it hurt at the time, and the pain still lingered a little. He had no idea where she was now. If anything happened. He thought back on all of that. He got pulled in, found himself in an old house, that appeared long abandoned. A faint voice called him back. He found a young woman, maybe early 20s, lying weakly in a bed. She apologized to him, for not anything. She had suddenly got sick. Did not last long after that. There were many she did not have a chance to say goodbye to. She thanked him for the visit. But she said she had an offer to him. As man and woman, dead and alive. He could bring her back. If they ‘became one’ in the place. Instead of giving her child, he could give her life. One of legs spread a little. She knew it was a little weird, but asked if he would do it. He paused for bit, nodded. He then undressed, crawled into the bed and they made love for some time. After it was over, he returned again. A strange feeling in his body this time. The man had an odd look as well. Concerned? He did not say anything though. He went to bed, had a restless sleep. When he woke up, he felt different. Strange, in a way he did not fully understand. But he continued his days. Until one day, he could not move. More precisely, the body did not move on its own. It was not his body either. It was his old friend’s. The woman’s body. Her thoughts echoed in the head so he could hear. They had truly become one. Every few weeks they would take turns controlling the body, the body would change. She reassured him. They would never be alone again. Even when it switched back to his body, he would hear her thoughts from now on. She told him to look forward to seeing life as a woman, she would do the same as a man. He had no control over the body as a woman. But he see, hear, smell…feel, everything she did. He was a little uneasy. But he hoped not to be too weirded out by it. Looked forward to where life might go, two lives as one.

Go ahead, keep doing that. I don't mind. I might write a post of her just observing and considering when/how to join in. Looks like Allie might be temporarily busy as well.

Pelintira might walk in on them at some point. But you two can still keep going for now. She’s probably watched part of it, curious to see how far it is going to go. She could join in to either encourage them to go further, or share the fun if they start going further on their own. She may or may not use magic to add to the experience.

Aileen did desire the woman's body, but her pleasure was multi-sourced. It had at least as much to do with Anya's behavior and imaging the future. Everything together was quite pleasing. She wanted to shape this girl, see what happened. It was too soon to have specific ideas, but the things they already talked about were good enough. She had had with plenty of girls here, but Anya was different, Anya wanted more from her, and was willing to give her something unexpected. She did not say anything as it as it came. She just let out a soft moan as she released her seed into her womb. She imagined what was to come, how much different would Anya act, when the first time came that they did this, trying to have a child? Would she be wilder? More 'romantic'? Submissive? She was excited to find out.

You two can just keep the scene going for now, with however you want that scene to play off. I may or may not join in before the bath is over, but you two can go at least part of it on your own.

Pelintira nodded. "In the morning, do let me know if anything strange happens, as you sleep tonight." She vaguely mentioned, without elaborating. "But until then, feel free to relax. Or experiment with potions or whatever." She gave her potential apprentice plenty of freedom. It was only when they were studying she would have to get more strict. Especially as they began exploring more dangerous things. Maybe another day, she would let the girl have a different taste of what she was hinting at, as Alenia went deeper into the secrets she kept.

Aileen would leave it up to Anya. It was at least partially going to be her family as well. But she would let the mother take the lead in questions like that. Teach the daughters to be the whores she was, raise them how she wanted. Though she would do her part as well. Logan would surely have some involvement too. They would see how it went. Probably compete for the number of children she and Logan gave Anya. Though Logan would be allowed to have the first, even if Aileen was tempted to change that. Aileen was getting more and more control over this woman. She could let Anya have control in a few areas. “Whatever you want to do with them…you will have so many…will see how differently you raise them all.” Anya was likely to just have one child after another once she started, for as long as she could. There would surely be a lot of similarities, but probably some differences as well. As she thought about all this, she could feel it building again. It would not be too much longer before she filled the girl some more.

“It may not be absolutely necessary. But it is the safest way, will strengthen the bond the most. It is possible you won’t feel it weaken too, but now you have advice for if it does. It is something you might want to get in a habit of either way.” Pelintira was not exactly suggesting Alenia become a proper vampire. Though it was not impossible these studies could lead her in that direction. Blood was powerful though, as she already got a taste for, both metaphorically and literally. The girl’s body did not have a limitless supply after death, but there was still plenty inside her. It might not be the only source she found over time too.

It was a violent mating dance of sorts, both sides proving their strength to each other. The goal was for him to win, but for Aliana to put up enough of a fight to prove her worthiness to him. For both to arouse each other. By the time he won, she would feel a burning desire for him. In a way this was foreplay for them. He used his size against her, repeatedly making the attack. Trying to keep her pinned against the the cage wall or knock her down. Her goal was to keep him off until he overpowered her. Though her lust would gradually make resisting harder.

He was aggressive with her. He could treat her like an orc woman. She would likely feel like she really was one before it was over. He pinned her against the wall grinded against her. She could the shaft teasing at her already. Bigger than probably any human here, though not as big as some of the creatures. He would fit, even without the spell, though it would be rather tight. In some ways it was the same as the soldiers here, but it was a bit more intimate. Orcs did not waste a lot time. "Feel free to try to squirm out. Compete. The stronger you are, the more I want you. You aren't fragile as the others." It was not a real fight. He wanted her to feel he was strong enough to take her. He was going to teach her a little, to think, and fuck, like an orc. She was going to perhaps learn from a number of creatures. Under the haze of the spell she might even think she looked like an orc when the passion was strongest.

Honorious turned to the trainer. "Make the preparations." The man nodded, stepped out and came back in with several soldiers. Aliana might have been made completely loyal. The orc was not as trustworthy. It was true he would lose the opportunity to play with slaves if he misbehaved or tried to escape. It was still best to keep an eye on him though. Then the trainer unlocked his cage and opened the door. "Undress, then join him...that's the place for an orc like you." Honorious said to Aliana, fueling her thoughts, the confusion of the spell. The orc smiled lustfully at her. "That's right. Come show them how you want me. Show me." He stood before her. A large body. A man who had lived to fight. Much of of it the same as a human, except the green skin. The head though, that uniquely orc look. "You look so much better than others. Maybe I will consider you my mate." Orcs did not look at such things quite the same as humans. He never would have taken a wife, or a single woman. Instead it something a little closer to what Aliana knew. Men 'claiming' the women they wanted. Not quite slaves, but not equal either. A strong woman did turn them on. He knew he could not steal her from her master. But he could leave an impression on her, a linger craving for more, make her feel less human.

The orc let out a satisfied grunt. "She's back, with a friend. You got that look in your eye too." He looked to the general. The enemy who captured him. He could at least respect him as an enemy. Vanorians were impressive, as far as humans went. "She's yours, huh? Give me a turn with her. Her body is closer to an orc woman's then the others. I can teach her what it is like to be an orc woman." Honorious did not answer the orc, but looked over him and the others Aliana was watching. "You can have him, if you want. Any of the ones you crave most. I want to watch you really enjoy it. Though I might mix in others." It was a question of which she would get first. He saw look to the bull. "Your slaves instincts are influencing your choice? You identify as cattle?" He asked, with some amusement. "Or do you just want big? You want to feel stretch you unnaturally?" He wanted her to really think about what she wanted, what was going through her mind. How much of it was spell? How much was her training as a slave? Or did she already have this desire deep deep down. Just her desire to be used by her fellow soldiers?

The thought of one or both of the girls bearing some inhuman child did appeal to Honorius, but he was not going to indulge that desire. Like the priest said, Aliana was more valuable as a soldier than a mother, and he would not do that with Lilana any time soon as well. It was appealing enough to watch their minds get clouded. In the passion to come they may even briefly forget they were human, desperately wish to be a woman of whatever was taking them. ”I see your arousal. You already crave it. I will give you a prize for becoming mine. Come. Both of you.” He led the four of them, including the priest, towards the tent. He looked forward to seeing both of them debase themselves. Feel perhaps a mix of pride and humiliation at how far they had fallen. When they reached the tent, he studied Aliana. Seeing if her eyes were drawn to any particular. Which would she look to, hoping to be seen as a woman of their kind? It was possible he would give her a mix of what she desired and what pleased him.

Pelintira mixed her own studies in as Alenia did her own practice. She would watch the girl, help encourage her in that way. But there was little advice to give in the moment. At the moment it was up to Alenia to mostly teach herself. More lessons would come at a later time. She might answer questions, depending on what they were, or give an occasional piece of advice. But for now, she mixed quietly reading one of her books, with some occasional watching. "The connection to her body is still being established. Eventually it will be near unbreakable. But if you feel the connection weakening in these early days, you can make it stronger. Repeating what you did to make the connection." It wasa casual observation, a piece of offhanded advice she gave while reading, just in case.

I haven’t had as much ti w to write lately as I did previously. realized I had not got to that longer than I should have. Haven’t read it yet. Been meaning to get to it. Hopefully will get to it tomorrow evening. It is a little slow at the moment, and I have not had much planned out for the immediate future, but it should pick up and get interesting in various ways as we go.

What would it be? Even Honorius had not decided yet. Pick what looked most appealing to him? The one that turned Aliana on more, in her current state. The one that wanted her the most? The decision would come later. “Think back to what you saw. Imagine some of the ones that caught your eye. What they might do to you. Let the spell take its full effect. To feel like you are one of their kind.” When it was done, even after the spell was removed. She would likely continue to crave non-humans, maybe even develop favorites. Some no free human with any pride would do, but the shamelessness of being a slave would allow her to openly give in to such desires. ”Some slaves are actually used for breeding such creatures. But I suspect the general has other plans for you two. Especially for a soldier. Having children complicates such things.” The priest simply continued his education as Aliana began to imagine such things. One of the various uses of other slaves, that she was not likely to experience. “That would require another spell. Your body can endure the mating. But you not be given child by any of them.”

"You will know the touch of many men, whoever your master chooses, or just maybe, if you are so lucky, even the emperor himself. From other nobles or generals, to the lowest man on the street. Sometimes you will be given as a favor, reward, or payment. Sometimes, just because he wants to..." The priest stepped forward. Placed his palm over Aliana's body, just above the crotch. He chanted words in an unknown language. Aliana could feel a warmth inside her, a change. "...And the touch of the inhuman, monster or beast. Every woman slave experiences it at some point. Some more than others. You will get your taste tonight. That spell will prepare you. None of the beasts in that cage can injure you now. No matter how large, or strange. Nothing will be incompatible to you." He walked over to Lilana, did the same to her, a strange feeling. Almost like she had been changed on a deeper level. She felt just slightly less human somehow, but not in a way that bothered her. She had to wonder how deep the change was. If she, both of them, had been 'rewired' to crave non-human men. To think of them as if they were females of whoever they were with later. She suspected it was temporary, like Aliana's earlier weakening. But she did not ask for details. She was still quiet, recovering from earlier. "Who know what you will both experience tonight. But you..." He looked towards Aliana. "You have seen the inside of the tent. Know what is waiting. Perhaps you will imagine them differently now." Neither he or their master would elaborate on what would be chosen or how. To let both girls' imaginations run, under the influence of the spell. Minds now still human, but not, in a way. Perhaps different creatures would even bring out different instincts and desires in them, as they thought a little more like each kind.

"Consider yourselves the foundation of the empire. You serve for it's glory, to build it. You have a duty that others do not." His voice was enthusiastic and genuine. It might have come with being a priest, but he genuinely believed what he was saying. Considered slavery a holy duty. "As I told you before. Humans are slaves to the gods. Shouldn't it be natural for some humans to be slaves of others? You understand it now, don't you? You would do anything you could, for your master. The idea of failing him would hurt you more than anything. You do it not out of fear of the whip, but loyalty, love. Yes, a woman slave of a man should understand this is an intense love. You will never be his equal, but perhaps that makes you happier." It was not so much about gender roles, but master and slave. An actual wife would be more or less equal, but as a slave, she had been taught to serve, be used, shared.

Honorious was pleased Aliana seemed happy with that answer. An extra commitment, she could not turn back from. Even if someone did what had never happened before, broke her out of the training, she would still be Vanorian and nothing could change that. It would not just be honorary to them. The word of the emperor would genuinely change their blood, as far as Vanorians were concerned. The priest stepped in momentarily a proud look on his face, at the two had learned to embrace their new position. “The general has asked to begin teaching you. To truly be slaves, be Vanorian. Of course the later has to wait, for the emperor’s blessing. But you can be prepared ahead of time.” ”You have a place in our society. Our worlds. It is a blessing. You both must understand that now. Unless you see a god in person, you will never experience a moment as holy as the one you recently experienced. Your souls themselves were changed by this event. We were awakened to joy to live for your master, become his completely. In a way you belong more than anyone else ever could, even more than any wife he might eventually take.” ”You will likely have your roles in the temple. There are holy events slaves are used for. Both to connect to the gods and for celebrations. For example, when a boy becomes a man, part of the celebration is for him to take a slave, chosen from those in the area and bed her on the altar, with an audience.” It was just example, of various ways the temples used slaves. “Of course different temples use slaves differently, depending on the god they are devoted to.” Sex was often involved. Though it was not the only thing. Some were more cruel than others. “…Those born to the temples are sometimes used to make the ultimate sacrifice, for gods who wish that. But as the general’s slaves, neither of you will experience that fate.”

A subtle question. But one that made sense. It would be natural to ask. "A slave is a slave. But a slave has their place in society. Foreigners are just too blind to see it. You need to be taught as you have been. Consider it a a declaration of pride in your position. You were not born Vanorian. You do not have our blood. But if you wish to be considered Vanorian, that is the way. Only the emperor can make a foreigner Vanorian. Others will see you as one of us, consider you one our people, the same as if you had been born one of us." They would still be a slave, treated as one. But it would not be the same. "A Vanorian slave will be looked at slightly differently than a foreigner...I would not necessarily say 'respected', but perhaps a more positive look." If Aliana chose that, she would be telling everyone she wanted to be a slave, and Vanorian, she had pride in what happened to her. They could respect the choice, if not necessarily her. Less contempt for her. "Your fellow soldiers will understand you will fight for them, would trust you on the battlefield. They will, treat you quite well." He meant that in a very specific way, but one he suspected would appreciate, as she was now.

It was a good state of mind. Of course there would be times he wanted her hear what one or both of them really thought. They were slaves, but he did not want them to be completely mindless, obedient, but not mindless. She would learn though, the ideal way to think, behave, she taken the biggest step, they just had to refine it now. He paused to tell one of the soldiers to summon the priest to his tent. Before leading Aliana back. Lilana was recovering inside, she sat up when her master returned, eyes on him, the same devotion to him Aliana now felt. He took his seat on the chair near the bed. “You two are Vanorian now. It is time to learn more about your empire, what it means to be a slave. The priest will arrive shortly to teach you some of the things he is an expert in. There are things I can teach you too. But I will start with the question. Is there anything you want to know? You are slaves, but you have permission to ask anything you think I could answer.” Was there anything they were curious about? Did Aliana have any questions about her position as a soldier-slave? Anything about the empire in general?