SataiRolePlayingGuy

Note to readers: Another story in the lovely, ever growing Vanoria setting. Though this one will be in another part of the world, with no contact with and little awareness of the Vanorian Emipre. A three person story, to explore other aspects and lands of the world. Far to the north, beyond the Vanorian Empire. Beyond the Ancient Elven Empire north of Vanoria, was a wild lightly settled land. Ancient homeland of the elves, a reminder of their wild past. Now mostly abandoned for the great empire to the south. The only realm so far strong enough to hold back the might of the Vanorian Empire. But the empire of the elves could be suffocating as well. There were no slaves there. But everyone had a purpose assigned from birth. It did not matter what you felt. That would be your role for life. And elves did not grow old. Only the emperor himself could give an elf a new position. While that did happen, it was exceptionally rare. For most who wanted something else abandoning the empire was the only solution. This was allowed, but it meant forever giving up your citizenship in the empire. No help would come to you if you were unprepared to live on your own. Deep in wilds there were many secret things happening. Many creatures lived out here, self exiled elves, small human settlements, villages or tribes, with no king united them, dwarves in the mountains. Other unusual creatures could be found as well, some never heard of in southern lands. Deep in the woods, along the mountains that bordered it, was a woman spoke of in legend and rumor. The elf Pelintira. She was quite old, though as an elf she certainly did not appear so. She went into exile long ago. Stories said it was because she was a mage of the elven emperor. A powerful one. But she could not stand the rules, limits, of what magic she could study or use. She established a home in the wild, where she was free to study. Legends about her in the empire became wild. Forbidden magic, forbidden knowledge, freedom. If you were brave enough to seek it, to go into exile and find her, maybe you could gain these things. Necromancy. Demon summoning. Zombification/mind control. Mutation. Life beyond dealt. The stories suggested she studied all these things, who knew what else. That performed sacrifices to obtain her power. That even the emperor feared her power now, hated it, but did not dare move against her. Only someone who found her could learn the truth of these things. She did have a few apprentices of course. There were others as well. That she employed in her home to provide various supplies, that they could also sell to those near by. The home was best described as a fortress magically crafted into the mountain, continued underground and up into some of the surrounding trees. At the moment Pelintira was in her study. A room full of books and a great collection of artifacts. She was doing study on her own. But at this time of day, her students and others were allowed to visit her. She encouraged students to study on their own. But she would give advice too, sometimes personal lessons. Sometimes they worked together if the student was doing something that interested her. When students asked about the legends, if she performed such magic. She usually did not answer the question. But she encouraged her students to dig through the library and artifacts. Not be afraid to study anything. They were here for freedom, nothing was forbidden to study.

My thought right now, is the post order will be 1. Me 2. Allie. 3. Warning. That will be it at least most of the time, when everyone has a character (or more) present. There maybe short periods where only two of us post if the other doesn’t have anything to write. I do have a plan that may help the potion seller be around a little more if she is not also a student of my character. Feel free to include that character or another character as a student, or something else. Was not sure if you were planning that first character you posted was going to be involved. I’ll post a link to the story here after the intro is posted.

Should get something started soon, maybe today, at least the next few days hopefully. Allie is looking for a picture for her character. Will work on an introductory post.

I’ve been holding off on responding to things here, see if anyone would start stories that did not involve me. But if you are still interested, I would be willing to talk about setting something up with this. Either in my existing ‘Vanoria’ setting, or a separate more generic fantasy setting.

Meant to reply to this a lot sooner. But just finished another major week on that setting (major for the characters involved, not the setting in general). There is little to worry about on this story conflicting with the others, especially in the near term. It’s in a region far from the other stories. We should mostly be fine just doing what we want. We have mostly been developing the setting as we go. If there is anything that does not fit, will mention it, but have not seen any yet. It is a rather flexible setting. Unless the region of the story shifts, there is not too much chance of anything here conflicting with the others.

This was what he had wanted the whole time. The perfect slave for him. She would always be a slave, but he would make sure she was well cared for. Well fed, comfortable but completely controlled. Just like she wanted. They continued for a moment, the general pleased with her eagerness. “She would spread her legs for me eagerly. Let you watch me take her. I can only imagine how she would moan. But she has to wait a little longer.” He let go of Aliana and unchained the prisoner. “Run, run back to your towns as fast as you can. If you fail to convince them, our armies will not hold back. My little slave be there too, you enjoy killing now, don’t you, slave? It feels good to end your enemies lives?”

Honorious walked up to the last soldier. “We already killed your king. Your prince has run off who knows where, probably to some princess’ bed, a pawn of another king. We will soon march again. You should know how weak your last army is. They will just throw away their lives if they fight. You have the chance to end this without wasting lives.” He took Aliana into his arms, not bothered by how bloody she was. This girl used to hate me, was part of your army, maybe you knew her. Now she belongs to me. My property. That is our power.” If only to demonstrate Aliana’s happiness in being a slave he leaned and kissed her passionately. He also wanted to see how different it was, now that she wanted it. He doubted they would go all the way here. But he wanted to prove how completely Alaina belonged to him now, to his witness.

Honorious smiled as he listened and watched. She completely belonged to him now. He approvingly groped her rear with his hand. Considered her request. “The others have not committed his mistake. Their fates were still uncertain. But they should probably be made an example of. Spare one though, I don’t care which. We can send him to the remaining towns, try to convince them to just surrender.” He gave her a light spank to prod her to go forward. He might have spared them. But he wanted to encourage Alaina. He wanted her to not only be comfortable but enjoy killing for him. She was almost a second sword for him. A tool to be used for pleasure and to kill.

Honorious was mostly concerned about cleaning up for now. Other things could be considered after that. Lilana was in pain, but not so severe it needed extra work. Though if he decided to play with Lilana tonight, that would probably be necessary. He led her towards the back of the camp. A number of men were chained up. These were not slaves, or slaves to be. Aliana would have recognized some of them. Prisoners of her former army. He walked her to one particular man, Luxur. “I believe you know this man. Fought alongside him in the previous battle. This one made a very stupid mistake. Managed to break free. Attacked the chefs, stole a knife. Attempted to attack me as I examined the grounds. He was caught, pinned down by other soldiers. They would have killed him there, but I told them to wait.” ”What are you doing, Aliana…wearing that? Walking with him? They didn’t…”. The soldier desperately tried to reason with his former comrade. Hoping she was not what she appeared. Honorious handed her a sword. “You are now my slave.” He was partially informing the other soldier of his fate. “And my bodyguard. Show me what you want to do to people who try to kill me. What you would have done if you were at my side.” He stepped back. Let Aliana show how Vanorian she now was, what she thought about anyone who tried to kill the master she now loved.

Lilana shrugged it off. The things Aliana said more or less broke the bond for her as well. Or reduced to a tiny sadness deep in the corner of her heart. She still respected Aliana, acknowledged there a blood connection. But did not really think of her as family either. “It does not bother me. We share blood, but we are no longer family, except that we have the same master. I am not bothered that you enjoy hurting me either. I’m happy to encourage those desires in you. As long as you don’t hate me, and we can work together, I am fine.” That was the most important thing. There were times their duties, both sexual and otherwise, needed to connect. As long as they got along and worked well together, Lilana was happy enough. They were starting from scratch, they knew each other but there was a coldness between them. No longer family, not even friends. They had to gradually discover if they would have any other bond. Honorious came back in. “It’s time for your surprise. Come follow me.” He looked to Lilana “Just stay there and rest for now. Others will come to bandage you and replace the sheets while the two of us are out.” He stepped out the door and waited for his newly changed older slave to come and follow him. He suspected the new her would enjoy this.

In a way they were no longer sisters. Lilana would not care that much if Aliana never considered her a sister again for the rest of their lives. But they had become more similar than ever in some ways. They were thinking mostly the same regarding slavery, Vanoria, sex. The things that now defined their lives, other than being a soldier for Aliana. Even if Aliana was cold to her from now on, she felt they would still get along enough that she would be content. It was good to define exactly where they stood though. “Neither of us are who we used to be anymore. The priest was probably right, even our souls have changed. You don’t consider me your sister anymore. I can live with that. At the moment, what do you feel or think when you look at me though?” Maybe the sister relationship would eventually return, maybe not. Lilana would be happy either way. But the two of them had to figure out what they were to each other now.

“The thought of being Vanorian. You still won’t feel quite the same as the others will you? Not just because you are a slave either. It will be an honor to be Vanorian, but they are still stronger than us. Better than us. I’m willing to admit it too now.” They did not look drastically different. But the Vanorians, were not just better equipped or better fighters, but taller, stronger, even compared to the men of their old kingdom. Aliana had started to feel a racial aspect in her attraction earlier, Lilana was starting to see it too. They would be Vanorian on paper, but not in blood. But that was not a problem, if anything it made her more attracted to her master, and others, now that she thought about it with her new thought process.

Lilana smiled proudly, at the woman she was no longer sure how to think about. “I’m sure you will crush them.” She did not know about much of the world, but it felt like Aliana was part of an invincible army now. The fools were throwing their lives away. Those who surrendered would learn the truth. The women experience the joy she just did. ”You will do it too, won’t you? After the war is over I will swear myself to the emperor. Treat his word second only to master’s. The priest told me a little about it while you were out. There is no guarantee, but if you swear yourself to him you be officially Vanorian, you might also be taken to his chambers.” Did that make Aliana excited too? He was not their master, but the ruler of their empire, most powerful of the Vanorians they now admired. A random slave, used by the emperor of all people. Thinking about it now aroused her, did it do the same for Aliana? Now that they were slaves, pleasing men was one of their primary duties. As long as their master approved, it did not matter who. How could he not approve of his emperor spending some time with one or both of them?

This had started because Aliana wanted her to join her. In that sense she asked. But both of them were changed far more than they expected. “That is what I expect. I can’t imagine betraying him anymore. But if nothing else, we still have the same blood. I don’t how much that matters anymore, but if I need to be killed, I want you to do it, Aliana. I would at least try to do the same in that position, though I could never beat you in combat.” She was curious now. “There is still one more battle to bring our old home completely into the empire. Will you volunteer to fight them?” Of course Aliana would do it if their master ordered it, but would Aliana ask to do it on her own? Fight her former army, capture the final border settlements, bring them into the empire. Enslave what was left of the women?

Lilana could hear it in the voice. She was unsure if it was permanent, but her old sister was still gone. Neither of them were who they used to be, both had to relearn about the other "You did what I asked and I am grateful. I understand how you think now, at least in those areas. I also love our master and empire. I'm still in pain, but I am not angry with you. You did masters will, and gave us both an experience we cannot forget. You enjoyed it at the end, didn't you? There is nothing wrong with that. You are master's guard and soldier. You should enjoy hurting his enemies. Killing them if necessary. I don't know if what we had is gone forever, but like before, I still admire the new you, in a different way. You will protect him, make his reputation greater. I hope to help him in whatever way he wants me to." She would not be too bothered if their old relationship never returned. But she hoped they still got along. They were still working and living together, loved the same man, with now fanatic loyalty.

The trainer gathered the materials, and with a nod from Honorious, took them the tent. The priest looked on the the sisters with a joyous smile. "You have both received a holy blessing from the gods. You minds opened to the truth, your very souls transformed. You both should now understand, there is nothing wrong with being a slave. It is a position of value to the empire. I will let you two enjoy the experience of your awakening. Another day, I will teach you both more about what your place in the empire is. Beyond your duty to your master, there are certain rituals and holidays you will both have a place in, as slaves. You should now consider what will happen after the war. When the general returns to make his report to the emperor. Will you swear loyalty to him. Do you love our empire as you now love your master? That is one choice you two still have." With that he bowed to Honorious and left the tent as well. The general looked down on his two slaves. "I will return tonight to make use of one or both of you. You two should spend some time talking getting to know yourselves again. Neither of you are who you used to be anymore..." He then turned his gaze to Aliania. "...I have a little surprise for you later as well, Something you might consider a treat now. But I will come back in a little while to summon you for that." It was something different from what she had experienced so far, but part of what he considered to be Aliana's new responsibilities. He would let her rest now. Let his two slaves talk. He did not want them to hate each other. They had to be ready to hurt or kill each other if necessary. But as long as they were obedient, he wanted them to get along. He had another idea for the night in that regard. He stepped out. Still recovering from her wounds, Lilana waited to see what her...sister? The other slave? Said. Their relationship at the moment was uncertain. The old link between them was shattered. They shared the same blood, and the same master. But they both had to figure out exactly what their relationship was now. Now that the transformation into proper slaves and energy of the moment had passed, what did Aliana think. Had she permanently destroyed her old feelings, or were they still there, but twisted by what she had become?

Her sister was like a monster in the moment. Lilana did not care. Was happy for her even. She felt she should continue to encourage that side of her later. Maybe not on herself though. This was just part of the process. The enemies of their master, they deserved to suffer, the enemies of Vanoria. Yes, she was just a slave but she was proud to be Vanorian now as well. Not as good as those born into the empire, but she was one of them now. The men just let Aliana have her moment. Do whatever she wanted during it. If she enjoyed torturing her sister, they would let her continue until the moment passed, or if she went too far. They were slaves, but they deserved to enjoy this experience as much as they could, however they wanted to. It would not be especially long, but it would linger longer than a sexual orgasm. Body, mind and soul, they felt it in each. The joy of realizing this was who they really were, their real place, their love and loyalty for their master. Aliana would still feel it for a little while, continuing the viciousness that unlocked it might even slightly extend it.

The priest began to smile. Speaking a prayer in an ancient language long forgotten to even most Vanorians. They were so close. It was hard to predict exactly how long, but it could be as short as minutes. Or maybe a little longer. They were likely to both finish it. Shattering the old bond between them was precisely the sort of trauma they both needed. They would not stop being sisters of course, they would remain united by their master. But they would have to find out a new relationship between, as they discovered their new personality. ”Keep doing it. Admit to yourself you enjoy this. That you are doing it to please me. Your ultimate reward is close.” Honorious encouraged Aliana. As her sister, cried screamed and bled. Physical pain overcoming emotional. Then it happened. It all just made sense. To watch her master make her sister into this. The power he had over her. It was overwhelming. He was a man strong enough to do anything. She admired it. She began to understand. Vanorians really were superior to them. They were born better. Blessed by the gods themselves. Given this power. She would do it too. If her master ordered her to kill Aliana, she would do it or die trying. She would do anything for a man like that. Powerful body and will. Conqueror of her people. She was his property. Her eyes opened a look that resembled Nyra’s changed. Certain. She hoped her sister was about to feel it too. But her eyes grew hazy. A warmth filled her body. The revelation and understanding gave her something that felt so much better than anything in her life. Overcame all the pain. It was not a sexual pleasure, but she understood. Agreed that it was orgasmic in a different sense. Something that she would probably crave again, but was probably a once in a lifetime experience.

It was important for Lilana hear too of course. To hear her protector would not hesitate to betray her if ordered. "Go on. I won't order you to do it. But I order you to imagine it. How you would do it. Don't stop hurting her. Break her, break yourself. That's what you both wanted." He picked up one of the whips and Struck Aliana's back. "I will give you pain if you hold back too much. If you hesitate." There was no turning back at this point. Aliana had to keep pushing forward. Keep thinking of Lilana as another slave. The eyes of her sister were lost, confused, hurt, she suspected it. But to hear sister say it in her own words was taking it to a new level. She knew Aliana would do it too. Her only protection now was her master. Another deep crack formed inside her.

"Give into your new thoughts. Let go of the shame. You are getting close. You both live for me now." The voice of her master urged her further without giving specific orders. "Destroy yourself. Keep doing the worst you can to her, without killing her. Until you start to enjoy it. You would kill her though. if I ordered you to, without hesitation, wouldn't you?" Make her think about it. Make her give the answer he expected to Lilana. Make her think about doing it as she hurt Lilana. Her heart had to suffer, shatter. But it would be reborn.

It was looking like Aliana was not quite as bloodthirsty as any of them thought she might have been. She would probably not go for the kill legitimately, unless maybe Honorious ordered her to do it. He was not planning to test that though. Aliana was his favorite of the two, but he wanted both of them. At this point neither of them were capable of betraying him or doing anything dangerous to him. So he could not see that happening in the future. As long as Aliana did well in battle, and as a bodyguard, the sisters should have their whole lives to live. As his slaves. He did push it further, Aliana had to think about what she was doing, to shatter the last pieces of her old self. "How does it feel? To torment her? It doesn't bother you anymore, does it? I see it in your eyes. Do you enjoy it? What do you think when you look at her now? You would do anything I told you to do to her, wouldn't you?" He would force her to confront the question. Did she want her master more than her sister now? If the answer came easy to her, she would realize how close she was getting. If it was not, it would break her even more. Lilana was having a hard time thinking about anything. The strange magical device giving her a sort of pain she had never felt before. She told Aliana go as far as needed. At the time she really meant it. It was the only way. Though in the moment she was regretting it. But this was good for both of them. They needed to dragged together into a personal hell. Suffer immensely. She could see it. Aliana was changing. Probably forever. She did not know how much more it would take, but Aliana was getting closer. Maybe she was too.

That was a surprise. The three men watched. Was Aliana genuinely attempting to kill her sister? Saw her as competition for their master? This was perhaps the moment needed. If it went dangerously long, Honorious would step in, but for now he silently watched, trying to figure out how far Aliana was trying to go with this. Letting this side of her grow. He wanted his slave-bodyguard to be vicious and cruel when she needed to be. To have a desire to kill threats to him, to enjoy it. Aliana realizing she was capable of killing her sister was perhaps the best thing she needed. To realize how she felt about her master, the sort of loyalty a true slave had. Did she now love him, in a way a slave could love her master? Lilana was scared when the whipping stopped, unsure if her sister was going to pull out an even more deadly object. What she ended up doing was more frightening. She told Aliana not to hold back. But just like the men, she was not sure if her sister was actually trying to kill her in the moment. She weakly pulled pointlessly at the arms, unable to pull them off wondering if this was the end. But then it was released at the last second. To everyone's relief. She choked and gasped, wondering what was coming. Wondering if she should strike back. At the moment she looked at Aliana less as a sister, more as...competition? Was she just trying to endure, or did she want to impress her master. She was too weak from catching her breath though, Aliana still had the power here. Did she want to give in more to this new side of her. What was Lilana to her in this moment?

There was some uncertainty, if Aliana would break under the pressure. She passed the test though. Both were committed to it. It was going to be slower than sex, the buildup different. But it was slowly coming for both of them. This was a piece of it. Both realizing they could and would hurt each other if they had to or were told to. Their bond might feel like it was breaking in the moment, but in the end it would only be stronger. United by their shared experience and loyalty to the same master. That fear was gnawing at Lilana. If Honorious randomly told Aliana to kill her right now, just on a whim…would she do it. It would be the ultimate test of her loyalty. Might almost break her, but in the moment, remembering her sister’s previous words, she truly believed her sister would choose their master over her. That fear, with the whipping, there was a small crack in her mind. She inched a step closer to the girl she was meant to be

That had more potential. It was not impossible that would be enough, if Aliana kept it up long enough, though it was possible to go even more drastic. The tears began to flow, as the whip struck. A pain more intense than before. A pain like her sister felt before. Her own sister whipping her, like the slave she had become. This was the life to look forward to. They were told before the pain would never completely go away. If they displeased their master, they could expect this. Sometime he might even hurt them just because he wanted to. To remind them they were slaves. This was life she could expect? Would their master go even further, torturing them just because? Would he order the two of them to hurt each other? Aliana said she would absolutely anything for him. Would she do the same, make her sister cry and scream just because she was told to? She was sobbing now, after numerous strikes, screaming each time it impacted her. Feeling the skin break, the blood. The priest silently watched. Approvingly. It would still take some time, but this was the despair they need. It was like pleasure in a sense. Slower, but it was slowly building towards the spiritual ‘orgasm’ for both of them.