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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.

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?