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The slave Yana is branded (Part 1)
DIR By: Yana{HoL}
Date: March 23, 2026, 7:19 am
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03/21/26 09:50:05 pm)
Merchant of Love...
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
says to YanaProperty of the Hous: Unlike his latest acquisition,
Marcus Lycus did sleep well, on a comfortable bed in his private
chambers. As such, ever one to rise early, once he was dressed
and refreshed, he sent a thrall to see if the blacksmith was
likewise up early and ask him to start getting his forge heated
up. When they returned with word that he was and the usual
arrangements were being made, Marcus prepared his travel kit and
went down into the kennels toward the cell Felicia had informed
him the newly named Yana had been left in. The stalls were
relatively luxurious as these things went, being contained
within a stone building off the main house that was heated from
the cold. Still, the straw was kept fresh and the water through
was clean - which would be little comfort to the former Free
Women who found themselves having driven home that they were
animals in the eyes of the law now. A harsh lesson, but one best
driven home early.
Marcus peered through the slots of the wooden barred door of the
kennel, curious what he might see of Yana.
03/21/26 09:58:21 pm)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
says to ...Merchant of Love...: As the Man that she was still
accustoming herself to think of as Master had predicted, the
naked blonde haired slave that had once been called Ydril ze
Omun but was now simply Yana, property of the House of Lycus,
had not slept, rather had tossed and turned in the straw for
ahn, her thoughts denying her the fleeting escape of sleep as
they tumbled around within her mind, replaying the final moments
of her freedom over and over again, as though to torment her.
Thus, then, she was still awake when she saw the shadows that
passed through the barred gate of her kennel obscured, an
indication that someone was just beyond that gate. Perhaps it
was morning. Denied sight of daylight, the naked woman had no
way of measuring the passing of the ahn. And if our as morning
then that meant that her appointment with the iron loomed over
her head.
She rose, slowly, brushing straw off of her bare thighs as she
shifted, from her back to her knees, for in truth what other
position could she adopt within the low roofed kennel that had
been her quarters for the night, a place where beasts were kept,
the two legged animals which now included her.
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
says to ...Merchant of Love...: And there you were, standing
there as the door swung open. Yesterday she had called you
Marcus Lycus, you had called her Lady Ydril. Now you were
Master, she was a pretty slave. In truth, there was much that
she still had to process about this, for it had hit her with
force of a hurricane, torn apart the life that she had known
since she had emerged from the cave in Tyros to be named Ydril
ze Omun - named, for that as the name that her Mother had given
her, had not been the name that the one time Tyrosi she urt had
been given at birth - that name had been taken by her mother and
she had become Ydril, but now she was no longer Ydril.
Your thoughts were veiled to her, as hers were to you but the
turmoil within would perhaps be evident, the conversation before
the circle a straw that she now clung to as she looked at the
items that you dropped to the straw before her, they not
dishonestly to those that she had provided for her own slave
when they had travelled in the North, the garments, clearly, of
a slave.
"Yes, Master." The words fell from tongue easily enough. This
was Gor. You were Master, she was slave, she had no wish to feel
the whip over a refusal to address you correctly. Perhaps one
day she would feel the whip for something, but it would be
something with meaning, not something as light as that as she
rose, pulled the cloak about her first before placing her feet
into the boots, both cloak and footwear sure to provide adequate
protection against the northern chill as implication of previous
words sunk deep. You were taking her to the Smiths. It was time
then.
She stood, straight, not a tall woman but not a small one
either, looked at you, eyes that showed fear, fear of the iron
not just for the pain it would bould bring but for what it
meant, its irrevocability
(03/21/26 10:22:07 pm)
Merchant of Love...
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
says to YanaProperty of the Hous: He retrieved the chain leash
from his belt and held it for a moment as he regarded her,
nodding approval as she stood there. The cloak concealed most of
her, for such was its purpose. Still a sudden movement could
pull it away to reveal the succulent slave flesh underneath. He
did not do that, however, merely attaching the lead to the ring
under her chin. With that done, he pulled the chain to test the
connection with one hand even as his hand came up to catch her
chin and stroke it softly.
"There are some women who dream of this happening to them and
they freeze up for the dream becoming reality. You are not such
a woman, I think," he said evenly as his hand slid up her jaw.
"Did you ever imagine yourself in a collar, as Ydril? Ever
wonder what price you might fetch on the auction block? How many
men might fight to own you?"
03/21/26 10:28:07 pm)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
says to ...Merchant of Love...: The gasp was audible, a sharp
intake of breath as she suddenly found herself leashed, a tug on
that leash then bringing her several steps closer to you, close
enough that the gap between you and she had practically ceased
to exist as she felt your hand capture her chin, your touch
catching her somewhat off guard, for it was not a harsh one,
though as until only ahn ago she had been a Free Woman of Gor it
was not a thing that she was familiar with.
"This is Gor Master...." she spoke softly, evenly, her eyes on
yours as words tumbled gently from lips. "Such thoughts would be
scandalous for a Free Woman to have..." Another gasp then, as
she felt your hand over over her jaw, the question....evaded.
03/21/26 10:31:29 pm)
Merchant of Love...
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
says to YanaProperty of the Hous: "Perhaps. Yet Many Free Women
DO have such thoughts. Indeed, I suspect most do," he smiled as
he continued to stroke her jaw with that gentle teasing touch.
"And it does not behoove a slavegirl to avoid her Master's
questions when they are asked." The gentle touch suddenly
becomes a firmer grip upon jaw as he met her own blue eyes with
his steel grey gaze. "Ami I clear?"
03/21/26 10:38:45 pm)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
says to ...Merchant of Love...: Another gasp then....as pressure
was applied, jaw caught between grip of thumb and
forefinger....as blue met pools of steely grey...."I suppose
every female seeks to know that she is attractive Maaster.....is
desired...and is curious as to know what she might fetch were
she to ascend the block to be sold to the highest bidder....so I
suppose I was....curious....as to how that would feel....to feel
sawdust under the soles of my feet, to hear the cries of Men as
they placed their bids....as I was exhibited naked before
them..." her voice was low as words trailed off....
03/21/26 10:47:57 pm)
Merchant of Love...
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
says to YanaProperty of the Hous: "Well, it is something you may
speculate on still. For I will be true to my word and have no
plans to sell you off," His grip softens and he nods, satisfied.
"But you are attractive. And desirable. And you will be even
more so as I train you. But.... first things first." He smiled
softly and gave the leash a tug as he turned and guided her
through the gate. Out of the kennels and back through the
compound and out the Great Hall entrance, walking past the place
where she stripped herself before him and was collared. He led
her into the cold dim dawn.... past the stone circle where her
fate was sealed. and out into the village. Where the slave once
owned by Ydril was still sleeping an an inn room, unaware of
what happened to her Mistress and that, by the laws of most of
Gor, she now had a new Master. Along the lane and past the
market square of Freeport, toward a small building from which
fire light poured and smoke rose from the chimney even at this
early hour. Clearly the shop of a metal worker.....
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