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Alenia was a citizen of the Elven Empire. She was born there and had seen first hand how everyone lived there. Everyone was given their assigned jobs and made to do them. Alenia would watch day after day, her parents doing the same thing, hating it but not doing anything about it. She was still young according to elven laws so she did not have to work yet but she knew the day would come where she would have to do the same as her parents, work the same job day in and day out for the rest of her lives. She hated it. One night, Alenia had enough of her life in the elven empire and was done waiting around for her inevitable fate. She was young according to the elves and looking at her one would mistake her for a chile but she was older than most, she knew she would probably be able to handle herself. In that night, she would back her bags, only essentials and then left, more like, escaped the elven empire and ran off into the woods. She spent days wondering the woods, she didn’t know how long. She had blown through all of her food and water and was on the brink of death when she came across Pelintira and her home. She like other elves had heard stories of her and could not believe she was real. She did not want to die in her current situation and so she choose to become an apprentice of her and from that day forward she would be fed and had a place to stay all while leaning magic in the process. This life was good, far better than the one she had left behind. She was old according to most people but in actuality she was actually quite innocent for her age which played in more with her childlike appearance. She leaned a lot from her new mistress and would continue to learn something new everyday. On this day in particular she was studying on her own but none of the spells she was reading about seemed to interest her. She wanted to learn more. Picking herself up she would find Palintira’s study, knocking on the door first and then entered after, “mistress… I grow tired of the spells you gave me to study… I want to learn something new…”

A potions shop owner sounds nice for your character I think it could work! Either name can work but if you want to change it go ahead.

Yeah I couldn’t find much loli pics I liked so I just ended up searching somewhere between and thought this one would work just fine. That would have been interesting, wouldn’t have needed to look for a ref lol. Also they are in similar situation right now with this story as Risha currently in our private story is learning magic from her mother.

Yeah! I tried to find a reference that would resemble the story we are getting ready to tell. Was a little difficult to find a young looking ref though.

Alright, here’s my character

Aliana pressed herself against Honorious’ body as he held her in place. She stood there looking down at the soldier, smiling and nodding her head to confirm her master’s words. She then looked over at said master as he leaned in and pressed her lips onto her’s. As he kissed her, there was no hesitation, no disgust from Aliana at all. Her eyes would close and she would begin to kiss her master back without question. She would kiss him back with just as much passion as he was giving to her and moaned softly into the kiss.

Aliana blushed a little as she felt as butt being groaned by her master and would let out a yelp as he suddenly spanked her. She would nod at his instructions and continued to smile. She would then approached the others and once more repeated what she had done before, proceeding to cut the heads off of all but one of the soldiers. By the time she was done, more blood from them had splattered on her body and clothes and she felt somewhat satisfied. She really wanted to kill the last remaining one but her master’s orders were final and she would accept that.

Aliana followed along behind Honorious until they approached where the soldiers were chained up. She would recognize some of the soldiers with Luxur being the most recognizable. Despite this however she did not show any emotions when looking at him not as she heard his words. When she was presented with the sword, she took it into her hands and looked down at her former ally. ”You tried to kill my master, tried to fight again a force far greater than your own. You have committed treason against Vanoria and my master, one that I cannot simply let slide. We may have fought together before but, you are no longer an ally to me. You are nothing to me. I am a slave of Vanoria. I serve then honorable and without question. Look up at me as you take your final breath. Look into the eyes of the one you called an ally and realize that this is the price of standing against the Vanorian Empire.” With that, Aliana then rose her arms and the sword high into the air and brought it down, slicing Luxur’s head clean off, blood splattering onto her body and clothes. She showed no remorse, in fact, killing him had caused a smile to form on her face. She then looked over at Honorious still smiling and asked, “shall I kill the rest as well master?”

As Honorious came back, Aliana would stand up immediately and would begin to follow her but took a moment to look back at Lilana. Would bandages be all? Aliana figured some spell would be casted to heal her injuries. Did Honorious intend for her sister to live with her injuries, always remember this night because of them? That did not sit right with a part of her but she kept her mouth shut and simply exited and left with him, blocking Lilana from her mind for now.

Aliana modded along and said, “my answer is the same as when master asked me.” She told Lilana. “When I look at you, all I see before me is another slave like myself. All I see is another person to be used by master and everyone else,” she told Lilana. Is was true that she no longer saw and considered the person next to her as her sister but, maybe she would begin to think of her that way at a later time, maybe down the line their bond would grow brighter once more.

Aliana would nod saying, “yes, all of that is true. They are more superior to us. We are inferior to them. That is they things are meant to me. Despite this however I will continue to fight alongside them and do my best to aid them in combat and when I am a slave, a know my place. I will serve them and be ready to what is asked of me.”

Aliana nodded at her words and answered. “Yes, I heard about this and I do plan on swearing myself to the emperor. I will swear my loyalty to him as a slave and as a soldier and if he chooses to use me after I swear myself than it will be an honor to me as a slave to be used by him,” she explained to Lilana.

Aliana nodded and said, “of course I will. It is my duty as a soldier to fight whomever opposes the Vanorian empire. I will happily fight with my fellow soldiers and my master to take over the last border needed. I will do anything to ensure Vanoria’s victory,” she explained.

Aliana frowned a little as she listened to Lilana saying, “I didn’t do it because you asked, I did it because master told me to. I did enjoy it, it feels good and I will not hesitate to do it again if master asks that of me.” She would then smile and say, “I will enjoy it. I’ll enjoy killing the enemies of my master and of the empire. I appreciate your admiration. I will protect master and the empire, do what we ever is asked of me,” she said and then felt a twinge of her past self as she said, “I will protect the empire and everyone in it, that includes you as well. As long as you are loyal to master, you will be treated well, I am sure of that,” she told Lilana and finally turned to her to look at the girl who was her sister, look at the body she had beaten and tortured. “I am sorry, like I said, I was just following master’s orders and I will not hesitate in doing it again but if it does mean anything, I enjoyed it, but I am sorry.”

Aliana would nod the priest’s words, wanting to know more about the London she now served. She did love Vanoria. She would express that in what she did and how she fought for them. She also nodded at Honorious’ words. Wondering what the surprise would be but looked forward to it. As he left them alone, the room was silent for a moment. Aliana did not look at Lilana. She would walk over and sit at the opposite end of the bed, her back to her former sister. She remain silent for a moment before asking, “you alright?” She showed concern but not in the same ways she used to. Before her words would be a lot more soft and caring, but when she spoke then, they sounded a lot more dry and uncaring. She did not care for Lilana, she would kill her if needed without a second though, but her master wanted her around so she would make sure she would be alright to perform her duties as a slave.

Aliana continued to joyfully whip at her sister for a bit longer before finally she would stop and dropped the whip. She was done. She had her fun. Looking down at the other girl, she would see that she enjoyed it as well. She looked over at the men watched and hoped that they were satisfied. She would happy do more if asked of her but she hoped that this would be enough for now.

At his words, Aliana raised the whip and brought it down more and more on her sister. As she continued to beat her, a smile began to form on her face. It felt good. It felt good to do this to her sister. “Yes! Yes master! It feels good! It feels soo good!” She admitted to everyone. Her hand came down again and again and again. Her smile grew wider and soon enough she began to laugher as she beat her sister more and more. It was then when she felt it. She felt something inside of herself shatter. All cares in the word were left behind. Everytime she brought the whip down and heard her sister’s cries of pain, it felt good. She loved hearing it. She wanted to hear it more. She wanted to beat her more and more again. She wanted to keep doing it. She didn’t care if she died, she wanted to whip her more and more. She looked at her master, smiling at him, finally seeing it. All that mattered was him. Her sister was nothing. She was just another slave to be used. The only thing her heart beat for was him. It was only him that she loved. She felt the orgasmic feeling as it filled and flowed through her body. It felt amazing. This is what Nura had spoken about and she was spot on, it felt exactly how everything she had said before.

Aliana nodded and then suddenly cried out as she felt the whip connect with her own back. She looked down at her sister, staring into her eyes and felt more cracks forming inside of her as well. She didn’t want this. She didn’t want to hurt her, didn’t want to kill her, but she was being made to do so. Some tears would form in her eyes both from the pain she was going through in her heart as well as the pain that shot through her back. “Y-yes… master..” she uttered softly. Her master was right. She had to stop caring. Her sister was nothing to her. She was just another slave. She had to let go, had to forget. She was no longer her protector. She was right now her tormentor and if she tried to stop, she herself would be tormented. It pained her so much to see her sister in this state but she could not hold on like this. She would close her eyes tightly as she tried to shut it off, all her emotions she felt for her sister. She would then pick up the whip and let out a scream as he began to whip at her sister rapidly, over and over again, hard and everywhere from her chest and stomach to her arms legs, back. She was not holding back anything. She continued to whip at her sister over and over and over again. She was killing her emotions, killing the image of her sister in her mind with every strike. Tears flowed from her eyes as she tried to say sorry. She had never meant to do this but had done so. After a long couple of minutes, Aliana stopped and panted heavily. Her sister laid there covered all over in bruises welts and cuts. She panted heavily as her tried to get herself under control and then wiped the tears from her eyes. She felt it. As she was constantly whipping her sister, she felt something break inside of her. She did not care anymore. After a while she had stopped whipping her sister because she had to and instead began to whip her because she wanted to, because it brought her joy. Was she now, broken?

Aliana nodded at his words and then looked over at Lilana frowning a little as he mentioned killing her for him. She did not want to kiss her sister. If she did, she was afraid of what would happen. Would she kill that part of herself permanently? Would she ever be able to forgive herself? Her mind began to race with thoughts about killing her sister and what it would do to herself but in the end, she would nod softly and answered, “yes master. If it came down to that, I would kill her.”

Aliana would stop briefly and looked over at her master as he spoke to her. Her face had changed. Had she really changed or was she just doing a good job at hiding the pain she was going through. She didn’t want to do any of this to her sister but she had to. with a small nod she would answer him. “Yes… it doesn’t bother me anymore master. It does feel good. I would do anything you told me to do to her. I don’t care what it may be,” she told Honorious. “When I look down at her, I no longer see my sister. I see just another slave to be used, like myself,” she answered, her words would come out easily.

As she stopped choking Lilana, Aliana would look down at her, wondering why she had chosen to do that, but it didn’t matter, she was torturing her sister. She had to do anything and everything to break her. Moving off of her, she returned to the torture devices and picked up an electric rod. This would not cause as much damage to Lilana’s skin as the whip but would definitely cause a lot of pain to go through her body. She did not waste anytime on buildup. Instead she would crank the intensity straight up to the maximum and brought it down onto her sister’s skin. She would leave the rod connected to her for whole minutes, give her sister a break and then continue to shock her over and over again.

As she continued to whip at her sister ‘a body, Aliana would feel nothing. She began to feel no remorse. She would feel the cracks inside of herself as well. She did not care how much she was hurting her sister, did not care how much she screamed or cried. She would stop whipping her and flipped her around in the bed, looking at her face a mess with tears. Aliana would continue to stare at her before dropping the whip and then moved over to her sister and crawled on top of her. She looked down at her, staring into her eyes and then reached out with her hands, wrapping them around Lilana’s neck and began to squeeze tightly. She stared into her sister’s eyes with an uncaring look. She would squeeze tighter and tighter, choking her sister until she was right on the edge, on the brink of passing out before finally letting go.

Aliana continued to raise her hand and bring it down, whipping her sister more and more. She listened to her screams, listened to her cries and sobs. She had never heard her sister like this, always did everything in her power to protect her sister and make her never have to feel an or cry like this, yet here she was making her sister cry. She was stop briefly, listening to her sister’s sobs. She wanted to stop. She wanted to told her sister and let her know that everything was fine. She wanted to drop the drop and comfort her, making her stop cry, do anything to make this stop, however none of that happened. What happened was that the thoughts were pushed from her head and once more Aliana rose her hand and brought it down, continuing to whip her sister over and over and over again

Aliana would continue to bring the paddle down on her sister’s bottom, alternating between her cheeks as well as sometimes smacking in the middle. She would continue for a while until her sister’s butt was bright red and stinging. The squeals ran throughout the tent and into Aliana’s mind. She did not enjoy hearing them though she kept reassuring herself that this is what she had to do. Once she was sure that the paddle had served its purpose, it was time to move in. Aliana would loon through the tools of torture once more before her hand found and connected with the handle of a whip. She looked a little scared and uncertain that she wanted to use this. Did she really wish to do this to her sister? She had to block out those thoughts for now. This is what she had to do. Walking back over to her sister bent over the bed, Aliana would raise her hand high above her head and then brought it down, whipping her sister’s back. She would then whip her again and again. She would whip her on her back, and her butt, over and over again leaving bruises, welts and tearing skin, causing bleeding. She was hurting her sister right now but, it was what she wanted, what they all wanted, what had to be done.