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The slave Yana is branded (Part 2)
DIR By: Yana{HoL}
Date: March 23, 2026, 7:22 am
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03/21/26 10:55:56 pm)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
says to ...Merchant of Love...: A shiver coursed through her
then, when you told her that she was attractive, desireable. In
truth, this was already known to her, for several Men had
already expressed interest in becoming better acquainted with
her, whether as a Companion or a slave, so Ydril ze Omun had not
been without her suitors, suitors that she now expected to
perhaps put your word to the test with offers of coin to
purchase her. Or perhaps they would not, perhaps the former Free
WOman had an inflated opinion of how much those Men wanted her.
Time would tell. For your part of course, there were no legal
barriers should you indeed choose to sell her, she could find
herself on the block at the Sardar Fair in a matter of days
should that be your greater, the only impediment to that being
your word given before the game had started that she would not
be sold. She who had been Ydril ze Omun, was now Yana thought
that your word held much weight, otherwise she would likely have
declined the wager. She hoped now that her faith was not
misplaced as you led her through teh village, it thankfully
quiet at this ahn, few around to see a near naked slave led
through teh streets on a leash towards the smithy that now began
to loom larger ahead of them, the slave's pace then perhaps
slacking slightly, a tug of that leash needed here and there to
ensure that she kept up, the knot of anxiety in her belly
growing tighter as her appointment with the iron drew ever
nearer. It was not the pain that she feared - though clearly she
did not look forward to that - rather it was the knowledge that
once done she would always be marked as slave.
(03/21/26 11:04:04 pm)
Merchant of Love...
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
says to YanaProperty of the Hous: Even with the cold of night,
the heat surrounding the forge was blazing, the bricks of the
exterior walls trapping the heat and holding it like an oven.
The smith was pumping the bellows furiously as Marcus Lycus led
Yana inside. He nodded to the smith and smiled. "Go ahead and
grab yourself some breakfast at the cafe on me, Grendle," he
said as he reached to a pouch on his belt and retrieved a silver
tarsk, which he tossed to the Smith. He caught it with
surprising dexterity for a man so large and nodded, offering
Yana a smile and wink as he made his way out.
Marcus turned back to the slave and undid the cloak, exposing
her once more. He released the chain leash, allowing it to
dangle between her breasts as he kneeled down to hold her boots
so she could step out of them. When he stood, the chain leash
was removed and he guided her to a wooden frame in one corner of
the forge. A great X-shaped contrivance of wood with leather
shackles at each end of the X.... clearly meant to hold the
slave in place upon the rack.
(03/21/26 11:13:04 pm)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
says to ...Merchant of Love...: She bowed her head when the
Smith looked upon her, though there was nothing unkind in his
demeanour as she moved past, though clearly he knew what was
about to happen here. The blonde haired slave knew that she
would have to become accustomed to being looked upon by Men as
they wished, as you removed her cloak then signalled her to step
out of the boots, she now once again naked, utterly so, the
collar around her throat, the heat of the furnaces warming her
bare flesh, casting a glow upon it as you moved her ever closer
to the iron.
Twice now she had considered throwing herself upon your mercy,
begging with you not to go through with this, offering you coin
in exchange for her freedom, for she had access to some, and
thought that others might pay to see her released....but a wager
had been made. After all, how would she have taken it had she
won the game and then you had failed to uphold your end of it,
had enslaved her anyway? And so she looked at you then, eyes of
blue once again meeting those orbs of steel grey as she she
stepped forward, placed her back against the wood and put her
limbs where they might be secured so that she would not move.
Honor, after all, was not a trait unique to Men, or practiced
only by one Caste. The former Lady Merchant of Gor had made her
choices. Now she would honor her debt as she placed her head
back, closed her eyes, awaited the inevitable.
(03/21/26 11:23:05 pm)
Merchant of Love...
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
says to YanaProperty of the Hous: He fit the leather shackles
snugly, strapping her firmly to the wooden cross as she pressed
herself back against it. Spread-eagled and arms akimbo, forced
to stand up straight with her every extremity extended and her
body free to be inspected or touched as her Master wished.
Her thoughts were unknown to him , of course. But he could see
from her expression as she watched him at his work that there
would be no hesitation. No bribe attempts or blubbering. He had
given her a chance to run and Lady Ydril had put herself in the
ring and declared herself kajira. Now it would be Yana's task to
live with that choice. But that choice had been made with the
thrill of adventure in mind. And the Slaver knew he must show
the woman that though she might be property now, she was still a
woman. And one with value beyond what those who had lusted after
the Lady Ydril might offer in coin.
"I could have had the Smith do this," he said as he met her gaze
again once she was bound to the cross. "But I thought I owed it
to the Lady Ydril to see every step of this through personally.
For good or ill." Already he spoke of her as someone who was
dead. And legally, that was very much the case. But Yana still
thought of herself as Ydril.... and part of Ydril in her chest
screamed at what was to come.
Marcus for his part, stood close to her and reached up, cupping
hear breasts with dexterous fingers as he tenderly teased the
sensitive spheres. "Did Ydril ever know lovers?" he asked
simply.
(03/21/26 11:33:13 pm)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
says to ...Merchant of Love...: "The Lady would be grateful to
you Master.....would appreciate the honor that you bestow on
her....and would hope to reciprocate...." She opened her eyes,
stood, upon the cross, exposed, utterly, completely. Choices had
been made, ones entered into freely, without coercion. Perhaps
this path had been set in motion that day at the Fair, when you
and the Lady Ydril had broken words, and she had invited you to
join her for dinner. That dinner had never taken place but in
truth that was a thing of no consequence now.
But aye, choices had been made, conversations had. She trusted
you two fold Marcus Lycus, you who were her Master, trusted that
you would not sell her but trusted too that your words spoken on
the edge of the circle would be matched with deeds....and then
such thoughts found themselves driven from mind, for moment at
least, as. suddenly, hand found pliant titflesh, caressed
pendant globe crowned wig taut nipple. "She did Master...in
Asperiche, in her Mother's villa...she shared her bed with
Men..." Her words whispered....as you touched that which you
owned...and she wondered if you would inquire further...
(03/21/26 11:40:44 pm)
Merchant of Love...
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
says to YanaProperty of the Hous: He nodded as he felt her
respond to his touch. He had suspected as much, for when she
bared herself earlier there had not been as much hesitation as
there would have been if she were a White Silk girl. Too, the
way she kneeled, while inexpert, indicated she had some idea of
how to pose herself to appeal to a man's gaze.
"Hmm... and you, Yana. You like a man's touch."
It was not a question, for it was clear she did. His hands
toying with her a moment before one hand slid down taut belly
and through the golden curls framing her womanhood. Finding the
soft folds there and tenderly touching her there as well,
wondering if the slave fires had already begun to kindle and if
he would find a moist heat to match the dry heat of the forge
there, waiting to offer him access to her most sensitive spot.
(03/21/26 11:48:26 pm)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
says to ...Merchant of Love...: It took her a moment then to
realise that she had spoken of Ydril ze Omun in the past
tense....that which had been her life now already receding to
memories.....as your hands continued to roam, though now you
file not of Ydril but of Yana, for they were two different
people....no....one was a person....one was a beast....an
animal...a slave...
"Ohhhhh......" she moaned then, squirmed a little as she felt
your hand move downwards, over her belly....the faint scar there
one from yet another life, for she had still been a she urt
then....had not yet been given name Ydril ze Omun, had not been
taught to read, to write, all the other skills that a Merchant
needed....all of that was in teh future....just as other things
now lay in her future as your hand moved between her widely
splayed thighs....
The slave jerked them, at elast as much as her bonds would
permit, her hips moving as you touched her intimately, where you
would find neither lake nor desert but rather somewhere in
between....as she answered question that was not question
pertaining to a Man's touch "Yes, Master..."
(03/21/26 11:57:09 pm
Merchant of Love...
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
says to YanaProperty of the Hous: He chuckled. A good rich sound
as she bucked and rolled her hips. "You long to be used as women
are used." Again, not a question. He could feel her readiness.
He could see her excitement. And whatever fear she felt about
her new life was fading fast.
"I will tell you a secret. Perhaps the greatest secret on Gor.
Yet all slaves are privy to it as are their Masters. The lusts
that Free Women feel yet hold back? They are the same that fuel
the Slave Fires. The collar is your ticket to freedom. For I
have yet to find a Free Woman who did not feel more free in a
collar when she was free to revel in her urges. You will accept
this in time, I think. And you will rejoice in this night."
His deft fingers continued to tease at her lower lips almost but
not quite penetrating into her. Her body was an instrument and
he was a virtuoso playing it.
"You may wish me to take you.... but I will not. You have not
yet had the slave wine and it is not yet safe. But I will teach
your body briefly..... I will give you what joy I can to off set
the pain of transformation......"
(03/22/26 12:04:40 am)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
says to ...Merchant of Love...: She listened.....as you
touched....your words assailing her ears as your fingers
assailed her body....perhaps you spoke the truth....not about
such matters as lust and slave fires, for she had little doubt
as to your experience in such matters....but would she find
freedom in steel? After all, Ydril ze Omun had known much
freedom....perhaps too much....more than once she had flirted
with danger, toyed with fire until her fingers threatened to be
burned only to pull them back at the last ihn....but yesterday
she had stepped across the line....and could never now retrace
those steps....
Still though....her hips moved....slowly....against your
fingers....the scents.... sounds....that you drew from her
core....as you toyed with that which you owned....lit the fires
that smouldered in the base of her belly....in truth Lady Ydril
had not found the thought of your **** in her **** to a
displeasing one....though she could scarce have foreseen
circumstances that now saw your hands on her....your fingers
almost inside her....almost....as she
nodded....whispered...."teach me....please....Master..."
(03/22/26 12:16:31 am)
Merchant of Love...
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
says to YanaProperty of the Hous: "Oh, I will teach you many
things in the weeks to come," he whispered into her right ear.
"How to be pleased and please others first and foremost, for you
cannot give pleasure if you do not know how to feel it yourself.
Other girls in my house will teach you how to dance. How to
carry yourself. How to display yourself. All the things that
define the kajira you were born to be," he chuckles. "But
first.... unfortunately.... there is one final but vital step."
His fingers slipped away from her and his presence drifted away
from her in the hot haze of the moment. He gazed upon her body
which seemed to glow now from the fire light and the sheen of
sweat about her body. Reluctantly, he returned to the bellows
and pumped it a few more times, sending more shoots of flame up
into the chimney.... pushing down with a strength and steadiness
few would suspect of the tall but leanly muscled slaver. Still,
as he worked the bellows he watched the one loan iron in the
coals. Watched it carefully until it began to glow white hot.
"I chose the blade-and-belly brand for you," he called out over
the hiss of coals. "More common to the North but not so much as
the dina or kef. I thought it a fitting symbol of your new home.
And that if any were looking for she who was Lady Ydril, few
would expect her to have a brand of the North." Again, he
thought, blue-eyed, blonde-haired bondmaids were not uncommon
this far North. One more would not attract attention here. and
fabricating the slave papers for such a one would be easy
enough.
He donned a leather glove to pick up the brand and began to walk
around toward Yana. He did not delay, giving her just a moment
to brace herself before he pressed the brand to her thigh. He
spoke the five count out loud. Some slavers swore by 3, but
Marcus preferred a white hot brand at 5 ihn. The white heat
deadened the nerves and put a nice even black symbol upon pale
flesh. None of the puffiness or redness of less intense brands.
For him it was five ihn. For Yana, however, it would be a
relative eternity, he knew.
3/22/26 12:26:51 am)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
says to ...Merchant of Love...: You spoke....your breath a warm
caress in her ear as you told her the things that she would be
taught....things that she must know....to be the slave that you
desire her to be....but before that.....
Sweat glistened now on naked flesh....fear could be seen in her
eyes, eyes that followed you as you turned your attention away
from her body and towards the bellows that fed the fire, flames
erupting from the coals, the heat washing over her as she stood,
bound, awaiting the iron's inevitability....
So she was to be branded as a slave of the North...Kael Varron
might approve of that....as she watched you don glove, extract
iron from fire....her brain screamed at her to close her eyes
yet they remained open, drawn with almost rapt fascination to
the shimmering air around the iron....air that suddenly
shimmered no more....as....
The slave girl Yana screamed, a wild feral cry that came from
deep within collared throat as her left thigh erupted in sheer
agony, a pain that immediately radiated out through her flesh,
her eyes now tightly closed, she scarce aware of the sound of
you counting aloud while her thigh **** burned....the smell of
that seared flesh now reaching her nostrils, displacing earlier
scent of arousal, tears now streaming down her cheeks as she
felt her flesh burn as the count passed
three....ohhhhhhhhhh......fucccck.......what had she done as she
screamed again.....her cries echoing off the stone walls, she no
longer able to hear you as you counted to five, pulled the iron
back.....the slave's head falling forward, tears running down
her cheeks as she whimpered softly....
(03/22/26 12:34:30 am)
Merchant of Love...
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
says to YanaProperty of the Hous: He threw the brand into the
cold cooling vat and removed the leather glove which he replaced
where the Smith had left it. He let the girl hang there in the
leather for the moment. No tender touch would reach her in this
moment. He did stand close though. His voice was soft and
gentle. And he whispered.
"You are very strong. You are very brave. You will need to be
both for what I had in mind. But today you will rest. I will
have food brought to you and will have Felicia come by to clean
you up later. I am very pleased with you, Yana. You have done
well."
(03/22/26 12:39:39 am)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
says to ...Merchant of Love...: The pain was excruciating.
Perhaps the second most intense that she had ever felt in her
life as she hung there, on the cross, listening to the sound of
the water steaming, feeling the agony in her thigh as she turned
teary eyes to you. It was done. She was branded. There was no
way back, only forward. To whatever future you laid out, to a
world where she could be as your eyes and your ears....
The naked slave nodded then, her blonde tresses falling forward
across her face, sweat causing them to cling to her skin, that
same sweat glistening on bare flesh. "Yes Master...thank you
Master..."
The future was yet to be written...
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