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Yana resolves not to show weakness before briefly renewing an
old acquaintance (Part 1)
DIR By: Yana{HoL}
Date: March 24, 2026, 9:51 am
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Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
ALL: The early ahn once again found the blonde haired slave
within the Great Hall of the House of Lycus. She remained naked
save for brand and collar, for yesterday Felicia had given her a
slave tunic, told her to put it on, she then donning the flimsy
garment, while Felicia moved around her, adjusting it just so,
so that it served to offer enticing hints of that which it
concealed, the hem at the bottom such that she would have to
exercise exquisite care when walking lest curves of her ass be
seen, the plunging neckline scarce covering nipples that had
strained against the flimsy material while Felicia tugged and
pulled until finally declaring that she was satisfied with how
it looked. At which point Yana had been told to remove it and
hand it back to Felicia, the red haired girl simply stating that
the blonde would remain naked in the Hall, for his was a
Slaver's House and Men did not expect to find clothed slaves in
such a place so she would be bare, a display for any entering of
the merchandise to be found within the House of Lycus, even if
she herself was not for sale.
And so she now moved through the Hall utterly naked, grateful
that the Hall was heated, the temperature pleasant enough as she
moved across the floor, bare feet sinking into the rugs that lay
on it as she navigated path towards the part of the floor that
was made up in tiles of blue and yellow.
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
ALL: Her path took her past the kaissa table, the board set up
for a fresh game, the chairs awaiting occupants. The slave knew
of course that for her to even touch one of the pieces now could
bring serious consequences, at best perhaps a whipping, at
worst....she preferred not to dwell on what the worst outcomes
might be. Gorean law was clear. She who had been Ydril ze Omun
was now a slave, one named Yana, and as such her Master, Marcus
Lycus, of the House of Lycus, could do with her as he pleased.
He could even sell her if he so wished, notwithstanding the fact
that he had given his word not to before Ydril had entered into
the wager, but that agreement had no legal recourse, the only
thing holding him to it was his honour. But then again, this was
Gor. Yana had the feeling that Marucs Lycus' honor held much
weight, more than any contract of law, so she trusted him in
what he had said, believed the words that had come from his
lips, had perhaps repaid him with honour of her own, for he had
offered her chance to flee, to run into the night, the terms of
their wager broken.
But that would have bene dishonourable. And so she now found
herself the property of the House of Lycus, collared, branded,
in accordance with Merchant law, slave, kajira.
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
ALL: When last she had seen he who was her Master he had told
her to practice her slave positions, asserted that she must know
several. Which was true. As a Free Woman, one often thought by
slaves to be cold, she had commanded slaves to assume various
positions at different times, those memories now surfacing in
her mind, of when she would command a slave to her belly, or to
place her head to the feet of she who had been known as the
Daughter, had watched coin sluts quiver and tremble at the
Market or Fair, had commanded a slave to strip and display
herself before the Administrator of Cardonicus, in his office.
And now she was the one who must kneel, who must grovel, who
must be pleasing, or suffer the consequences of being found
displeasing. Under her feet the soft warmth of rugs had now
given way to cool marble, crafted in the colors of the Caste of
Slavers. The slave named Yana stood, looked at those tiles,
recalled the times that she had commanded others to kneel before
her when she had yet been known as Ydril ze Omun, Merchant of
Gor, Daughter of the House ze Omun, recalled the power that she
had wielded with her words. Yana felt tremor rippling through
ehr then, knot of anxiety in her belly suddenly drawn taut, her
legs shaking.
What had she done?
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
ALL: What indeed. She had gambled. And lost. It was that simple.
The naked slave took deep breath, sought to regain composure.
Sought to hold in check the salty tears that threatened to run
down her cheeks. For she would not cry. At least not where any
might see her. She would not give any that thing to hold against
her, a reason to mock her. She had played the Game for years,
since she had first staggered from that vart infested cave in
Tyros, her hand clutching her belly to prevent her innards from
falling out. The scar still lingered, a memory of that day. Had
the other girl's hook knife cut but a fraction of a hort deeper
that day would have the last day of the Tyrosi she urt that had
grew up an orphan on the wharves of Kasra. But it had not. And
so it had been the blonde with the red sash around her waist
that had passed the Matriarch of House ze Omun's final test,
that had staggered from the cave more dead than alive, leaving
the varts to feast on the corpse of the brunette with the yellow
sash.
Aye, red had won the day that day. Unlike the kaissa match.
Ydril ze Omun's had played many games. That was the first that
she had lost.
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
ALL: She exhaled again, acutely deep breath, bare breasts
crowned with taut nipples rising and falling with each breath
taken as she attempted to regain her composure. So she had lost
one game. Other games were yet to be played. Marcus Lycus had
spoken of this. The blonde haired woman now named Yana knew not
what those games would be, not yet, for he had offered only
teasing hint, seductive whisper in Ydril ze Omun's ear before
she had stepped across the threshold of the ring of stones and
had simply ceased to be, had become Yana, property of the House
of Lycus. In this matter too she trusted in the word of Marcus
Lycus, his honor as a Man of Gor.
Yana blinked, found that her eyes were no longer watery. What
was done was done. The clock could not be turned back. And even
if it was, and she found herself in same position, would she in
truth act any differently, even knowing possible outcome? Or
would pride draw her to accept that wager again? In truth that
mattered not, for she could no more turn back time than she
could tear one of the three Moons of Gor from the sky. Ydril was
no more. She was Yana. She was slave. She would be strong, would
not show weakness, not in the House of Lycus, nor anywhere else
her master mights we fit to take her or send her. For she had
not become the Daughter of the House ze Omun's by being weak. So
she would not start now.
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
ALL: Yana took another breath, looked at the tiles before,
imagined in her head a Man calling out, a Master....marina Lycus
perhaps.....'Bara kajira!' he would call....his voice carrying
same force as crack of a whip might as the naked blonde stepped
forward, onto the tiles, slithered down, to her knees, the
discomfort caused by the fresh brand burned into her thigh
manageable as she moved in a ripple of bare flesh, her movement
one of instinct rather than training for she had none, her knees
touching the floor first then her belly, a shiver rippling
through her as she felt the cool marble caress her bare flesh,
its touch instantly causing little vulo bumps to her on that
naked skin as she pressed her breasts against the tiles, head
ripening so that left cheek lay on cool yellow tile, her long
blonde mane tumbling loose as she crossed wrists behind her
back, her ankles touching crossing in a position that she knew
could see her easily bound.
Dahlia
I belong to Ivenia
RESTRICTED
Ladies maid
House of Lycus PoD
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
ALL: stepping into the hall smoothing hands down over my simple
garment so that it lays against my form. deep blue eyes gazing
about the room while one hand lifts to rub at the collar around
my throat, secure and snug in place there and a soft sigh
escapes my lips
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