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The three men remained silent for now. The trainer was disappointed she started so tame. That would not accomplish it. But as long as Aliana worked her way up it was fine. If this helped Aliana get into it, it was for the best. Honorious for now would simply watch, curious to see how Aliana got into it. Of course she needed to feel discomfort with it as well, which was only likely with more severe tools, but he would let her start small. Lilana was prepared as she could be for anything. She let out a soft yelp as she was bent down. She grit her teeth. She knew this would hurt, though not as much as other things. She twitched and let out squeal of pain as it struck her, more intense as her sister continued to strike her. Over and over, just below the brand on display. It made her think of that, of the pride she would feel it in when the night was over. To be like her sister, showing off to her sister was nothing but property.

Honorious nodded, walked to the door and gave instructions to the guard. A moment later the trainer and priest returned. The trainer giving a satisfied glance at Aliana, though he dared not focus on their earlier experience in the general’s presence, even if he had approved of it. The trainer had brought a cart with various objects, for torture. Not the ‘fun’ kind either. No, Lilana had to suffer. “Take your clothes off.” Honorious ordered to Lilana, and she obeyed. He then turned to Aliana. “Go through the tools. Pick whichever you want. You have no orders, except do whatever is necessary and show no mercy. Keep going until you feel it. That ‘moment’, you keep hearing about. Until your sister experiences the same. Prove your loyalty to me.” As he said this, the priest chanted a spell over Lilana. Much like the spell earlier cast on Aliana. Mostly prevent too much bleeding, but would do nothing to lessen the pain, of any scaring. “Your sister is prepared. I shall remain to witness the holy moment, when both of you feel your souls transformed. Your souls enslaved to your master.” To him this truly was a holy moment. Slavery was approved by the gods themselves, the final process was a blessing and as previously mentioned, almost comparable to their souls experiencing an orgasm.

It was a drastic change. Aliana had almost given an oath like her sister had. With an eagerness her sister lacked. She was what he craved, a woman who was an enemy soldier that completely and willing surrendered herself to him. The ultimate prize, more valuable than any foreign princess, someone who understood him better, fought and was beaten by him. ”Sounds like you truly want it. Your sister still looks unenthusiastic.” Lilana looked up. “I do not think like my sister, master, but desire to. Do whatever is necessary.” Honorious considered the request. “I think it can be done tonight. You are close enough. Both of you are committed enough. But are you ready to stain your hands in your sister’s blood? Make her scream and cry? That may be necessary to make it happen tonight.” He could order her to do it of course. But the willingness would improve it for both of them. The more vicious the better. The pain for Lilana, the guilt and stress for Aliana, perhaps as he hurt Aliana. That was the best chance of breaking them tonight.

Lilana could see the pride in her sister, wearing that clothes. Would Aliana even feel any shame walking around nude, at this point? She was probably even proud of the brand, to show off she was now property. Shortly after she finished changing, he returned. Honorious looked over to the older sister. His trophy. He had a smug knowing smile on his lips. “I’ve heard some interesting things from my soldiers.” He was pleased to hear his orders had far more success than he expected. He watched his slave, curious to see the new side of her. How she might welcome her master back. He wanted to see what she would do, without orders. See how much she really changed.

Lilana figured it would be too hard to try to ask how it was different, to completely understand her sister’s current thought process. It was something she had to be taught as well. She was scared, both of how much it would hurt and how much she would change. But she really wanted to feel it. The moment it all made sense, and the aftermath. To understand what it was like to be happy about being a slave. To be attracted to her master and other Vanorians because they were better than her in every way. ”You should probably change before he arrives.” She gestured to her chest, and the slave girl ‘uniform’. “He finds your body very appealing, would like to see you showing it off.” And now, unlike even this, Aliana wanted him to look at, find her attractive. Lilana wondered if she would be jealous later. Her sister was clearly his favorite. She was a bonus that came with Aliana.

Aliana was willing to do it, it seemed. She had to prepare. This might require genuine torture. “…I’m ready. Don’t let any of my reactions stop you. I asked for this, and won’t hold it against you…”. Of course they still had to wait for their master’s return. “You asked what I felt about sex a little while ago. I did with master a few times while you were out. I did not enjoy it like you seem to now. But I tried my best to please him. That is our duty now…I did not hate it though, it was not like when they took my virginity.” There was some pleasure. She could not deny it. But it was complicated by her feelings. That she had not become like her sister yet. She had felt a little ashamed at the time, but her sister’s words had an impact on her, she felt it less now.

Aliana was already past the point of no return, wasn’t she? Nothing could convince her to believe anything else anymore? The process was not quite done, but all that was left was to make her current feelings even stronger. It was frightening, her sister was almost a new person. Was she even a person anymore? Cattle? A thing? A living object? Could a willing slave be considered completely human anymore? She thought all these things. But it was still her sister. Her sister wanted her to follow her path. And a growing piece of her wanted to follow. But she did not feel the same way. “…I don’t agree with the things you are saying…but I want to. Teach me. Do anything you need. Hurt me if you have to. Let master hurt me. Anything. Don’t hold back. They said despair came before pleasure. Maybe it is necessary. When master comes back…Let’s feel that moment the girl talked about. When we give in completely, together.” She was giving permission to do anything necessary. Even the current Aliana might find that hard. But if it was necessary it was worth, temporary torture that would lead to bliss. Was one sister mercilessly hurting the other the key both needed? It was something to at least consider.

Was that it? Her sister got addicted to the pleasure of sex? That was all it took? No, deep down, as a soldier, the defeat probably broke her pride too. Deep down, she might have felt they were superior to her, for defeating her. They were stronger, that much was sure. But she had fully committed to them being a superior ‘race’, as her sister seemed to believe now. “…What do you feel about him now, about master? What will you do when he returns?” She was not quite ready to answer what she felt about sex yet. But what did her sister think now about the man who owned her as property? If she was really okay being property, what did she feel about her owner. Lilana could guess to an extent, but wanted to hear her sister say it in her own words.

There was nothing but honesty in Aliana’s voice. Lilana could tell, there was no reluctance, she was not being forced. She truly believed every word she said. It created a gnawing doubt, deep in her heart. What if her sister was right? Wasn’t this a reality of war? Especially for women, to be taken by the victors. “….You are okay with it? You are not a forced wife, not even a concubine…you are happy to be considered property?” She wanted to know just how far gone her old sister was. Who had she become? Who was Lilana in danger of becoming? To remain with her sister, retain that sisterly love, Aliana could probably convince her with a little more talking. Neither of them wanted to lose the other.

The way her sister said 'master' twisted Lilana's stomach a little. It was what she feared most. They had managed to brainwash even her sister. Her fear that the process was inevitable was reinforced. Aliana should have been one of the hardest to corrupt. She was silent for a moment. Not sure how to react. Betrayed and abandoned by the last family she had left. "...What did they do to you?...Listening to your voice, you sound like the other girl...like you genuinely admire them. Think they are better than you?" She wanted to understand what Aliana was thinking, how she switched so drastically. It was not just today of course, she had watched them wear her down. Though this morning she still seemed to hate the idea. She was upset, but Aliana knew her little sister. How much Liliana respected, admired, trusted her. If they talked long enough, Lilana was likely to understand, follow her sister down any path she chose. Even one as wrong as this.

That was a complicated question. “…Master…”. Lilana still used the term with some reluctance. “…thought I should be educated about my new role and focused the day on that. You are to fight for him…I’m apparently to have other responsibilities, in addition to what we both need to do for him.” Honorious had taught her some personally, the priest and others as well. About Vanoria in general, a slave’s place, what to expect after this war was over. She and their master unsurprisingly had sex a few times as well. Though she left that unsaid. It was her duty, to please him. She did not especially enjoy it, but tried her best. She was a little nervous to ask. What her sister had on her mind. Aliana was much more cheerful in a sense, her old spirit returned. But not in the same way. Had she come up with a way to escape? Heard help was coming? Something else? ”It’s all a little much. You would be better off asking the priest, like he said, if you want to know. It will take some time for me to really understand it all. But what did you want to tell me?”

The general was absent. But Lilana was sitting at the side of the tent. The priest standing above her, an open book in his hand. He looked over at Aliana. “You returned earlier than expected. I was teaching your sister about our gods, and a slave’s less obvious roles, to an outsider.” He studied Aliana, saw the look in her eye, the progress she made. He closed the book and walked towards the tent door. “Her lessons can continue another time, I can teach you as well. But I will let you two talk. You should have some time before the general returns.” He trusted neither to run away. Lilana had made her oath, Aliana did not want to run anymore, he could see it. He would let the sisters talk privately. Lilana watched the priest leave, looked at her sister. Her sister was different somehow, she could see that much. But she was not sure how. She decided to let Aliana speak first.

Nyra remained with Aliana through the bathing and following her out. They walked together until they were near the general’s tent. “This is a far as I can go. Look forward to seeing you and maybe your sister tomorrow.” She gave something that may or may not have been a warning. “Once he sees how serious you are. He may go as far as he needs to finish both of you tonight. That may or may not require pain for one or both you. Just remember, it has a purpose. To shatter what is left of the old you. No matter how awful it is, it will lead to a bliss like you have never experienced . I’m sure he will give you plenty of time to talk your sister into as well.” She would wait until Aliana went into the tent to leave. Hear anything else she wanted to say first.

It kept going silently for a little while, the audience content to watch without saying anything, the other two focused on their lust for Aliana. They both felt nearly as good, and were pleased by her reactions. It was almost primal the way the three were going. None had any illusion about it being anything other than sex. The men only cared about their own pleasure, but Aliana’s pleasure in spite of that just made it better. They looked forward to all the fun they would have with her on other days. Eventually both came, within seconds of each other. The one behind her pulled out the other pushed Aliana off, both stood and redressed. ”Well, you probably should quickly clean out your private areas. Soldiers are used to having to feel what other men left inside you. Your master deserves you to be clean.” Nyra advised, watching Aliana on her back.

The men screwing Aliana were getting more into it. Wanting to reward her enthusiasm and being turned on by her acting like a proper slave, they could feel her attraction to them, her body almost drawing them in further. They imagined her convincing her sister to do the same. Maybe tomorrow they would both be out. Nyra was sure it would take a little convincing, unless the general made a lot of progress alone with her. But trust in her big sister would go a long way. The last piece of Aliana’s old life, it was only right she cling to it because they made the choice to give in together, serve together. She should abandon everything else about how she used to think and feel.

Nyra was sure her friend understood. She was learning there was nothing wrong with being a slave. The constant pleasure. Being guided by your owner. There was a twisted comfort and joy in the fact they were property. Had no rights, almost not considered human. They had their role to play though, their place in society. They just needed to be taught to learn it, and Aliana was learning fast. “You truly believe it all now, deep down in your heart. Know that everything I told you was right. When she sees that, I’m sure she will listen. Be happy, she will share the experience with you.” She wanted to destroy any lingering doubt, make Aliana happy and eager to make her sister understand, to join her. Wouldn’t it be cruel to deny her this experience?

“She’s on the verge.” Nyra spoke up. From experience. “You will feel much stronger about him soon. A loyalty like you have never felt before. You could call it love. You will live for him. You specifically, in your duties, would happily kill for him…After those two are done, you should go back to him. See if he is willing to finish it.” It would be up to the general of course. But if he was pleased with her progress, he might be willing to make the final step. “Well first you should talk to your sister. You are the big sister, always guided her. I’m sure you can talk her into wanting it as much as you.” As strongly as Aliana felt about it, she was sure Aliana could talk her sister into it. “Be sure say what you did earlier. What you think about Vanorian superiority. Convince her to believe it too.”

“Look at you. Now that you have been given a taste, I wonder if it even possible to satisfy you. The general will probably be very happy with you.” The girl seemed to have a heavy appetite even for a slave. “Looking forward to tonight. What do you think about him specifically now?” She still had a bitterness towards him this morning, obeyed him out of force. But after she just about Vanorian superiority, if she thought about him specifically, her master, what did she think?

The one standing, got his pants off and got behind her. They both went in at the same time, rather eagerly. "This is what you can look forward to when we camp mid-march." The one who had finished and became the new audience said. You will be keeping us warm at night. We'll keep you warm as well. Just keep fighting and showing us the proper respect. It's so rare to have a slave we can take into battle. We'll treat you so much better than your old army. Don't you wish they did this to you?" She was already beginning to think this way, they would just encourage it further. This was how she was meant to be treated. It was natural, good. To convince to believe she had been naive or stupid about her old life, to be happy about her current state. Though it would likely take her master to give the final push, to completely embrace it.

After another moment Aliana felt it, another man finishing inside her. He lingered only a brief moment, enjoying the afterglow, before pulling out and redressing. “Have fun with her, guys.” The two stood up and approached. One ran his hand down her back and rear, evaluating her as the piece of oleasure-meat she was. Her appeal was only her body and eagerness for sex. “Look how horny she is. She really understands how superior we are to her.” He slapped her ass hard. “You get us both at same time.” The other soldier had already undressed and laid down. “Get on top of him. I’ll give your other side some attention.”

"Look at her. She certainly wants it." One of them commented as he watched. There was no doubt anymore about what Aliana wanted and her honesty. "She would probably take every man in the camp right now, if she had the time." There were too many for that, even if it was a constant two or three at a time. "Let's warm her up for the general though. He should be pleased with what we're making her into. She'll probably genuinely beg him for sex when she returns." It would not be much longer. The man behind her did not say a word, why should he? But he was getting close. His friends would have a turn with her soon.

“The good little slave really is a proper Vanorian now. Let’s get her off the table and treat her well after he’s done with her.” ”Have to welcome her into the army properly. The way a slave wants it.” The audience continued to comment as they watched. It was only natural they would need some help reliving themselves. Their own turn with Aliana was the perfect solution. ”Lucky you, just keep getting more. Two at a time soon.” Nyra congratulated Aliana both on the progress she was making, wanting to change, and all the fun her new friend was getting. She was looking forward to the morning. Seeing if they would be the same at that point. ”…Don’t worry…we’ll take care of you…”. The man behind her said while ramming her. He would treat her exactly how she wanted. Her betters just using her for sex. The only men she might find something more with was the other slave. Maybe her master. She was still a slave to the general, and would be treated as such. But once she was properly loyal to him the relationship might be a little more than just sex. An intensely unequal one, but perhaps a relationship of sorts.

Nyra wished she could see it. She doubted there would be many witnesses though. Maybe the trainer. Beyond that tit would depend on how the general wanted to do it. There might be pain involved. Despair to pleasure. Recognizing the ultimate truth. Finding joy in her new life, and an intense loyalty, that could probably be called love, for her master. “Treasure it. You will feel nothing else like it in your life. A pleasure unlike what you feel now.” Orgasmic, in a way. Different from what she felt now, but almost more intense. More than sexual. The man went harder. He was getting turned on by Aliana. Convinced she truly was Vanorian now. Even as a slave, she would be one of their people forever. He celebrated it in his way. Showed her he believed what she said and had accepted her as a fellow soldier, though she would never be equal. “Give it to her good!” One of the others called out.

“The general may finish her tonight if she is this close.” One of them pointed out. Another asked a very dangerous question. But one it looked like she was ready for. “Going to encourage your sister to see the light too?” Nyra finally spoke up. She had just been watching. Her master had not given similar orders, she could not join in. “You are almost the same as me. But you aren’t quite there yet. You have not felt that moment yet. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if you two went through it together, as sisters? If you teach her to feel the same way you do, if she does not already?” Was Aliana ready? Did she mean all of that enough to try to convince her sister to feel the same? It was perhaps the biggest test of what she really felt.

That was a sound that backed up her words. They were a little more convinced Aliana meant it. She was a little more fascinating to them than most slaves. This was the first time they had an enemy soldier in this state. Usually it was girls who never touched a weapon in their life or only hunted for food. This was a girl who tried to kill them a few days ago but now appeared to genuinely lust for them. "Soldier or not, slave girls are all the same deep down. She was born for this." One of them approvingly said. They were curious what she might say as the two went on. "Go on, keep telling us how you really feel. Let it all out. What you really want and feel." She was a slave, but by the time this was over they might consider her a genuine Vanorian. That's what they were after. Her to betray everything she used to be, break all connections to her old life, other than her sister. They found the idea of the sister slaves as appealing as the general did.