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Marcus Lycus discusses his plans for the Fair with Yana{HoL};
the slave is then given a glimpse of the future (Part 2)
DIR By: Yana{HoL}
Date: March 25, 2026, 4:34 am
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3/24/26 05:51:13 pm)
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.=-
...Merchant of Love...: Yana knelt, listened, as you recounted
an array of....disguises....that might be used, though each had
its own....drawbacks....as far as the slave was concerned....she
was rather vain about her rich blonde tresses after all. And
piercings....to have her ears pierced...the shiver that rippled
through her would have been clearly visible when that option was
floated, for she knew that would mark her as pierced ear girl, a
low beast, utterly degraded, to be mocked and taunted by other
slaves...she knew, though, that if that was your wish then her
ears could be pierced this very night....or her hair dyed....it
was difficult to know which option was worse....so when you
spoke of a white silk tunic she nodded enthusiastically...."That
would perhaps work Master....and to be fair, not many people
know of the scar....none of those that the Lady Ydril associated
with ever saw her naked...other than slaves from time to time,
when they bathed her, dressed her..."
She went silent then, as command was given to remove the
tunic.....nodded "Yes Master...." And in a matter of ihn the
tunic was discarded, the slave now naked before you, that
problematic scar exposed as she fell to her belly before you,
head towards your feet and arms at her sides, she turning her
head so that her left cheek was pressed against the floor as she
turned her palms upwards and spread her thighs wide.
03/24/26 06:00:29 pm)
...Merchant of Love...
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
YanaProperty of the Hous: He stood as she lay down and walked
about her, taking in every angle of her body in the firelight.
She looked even more attractive this way, with her legs spread
and buttocks raised slightly even as she pressed herself to the
rug beneath her. Slight though she still was after several weeks
on the run and not eating properly, she was still a beauty. And
he knew men who would pay silver to ravish her in her current
state. He did not voice this thought however, merely holding the
post and observing as he walked.
Suddenly he spoke again.
"Table position, slut!"
It was the first time he had addressed her with that term. And
in that tone. Again, a test to see if the once proud merchant
would respond appropriately and with appropriate speed.
3/24/26 06:08:51 pm)
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.=-
...Merchant of Love...: The slave lay, naked, legs spread wide,
utterly exposed as she saw your boots move past her, the flames
causing shadows dance on a body that was now utterly bare, her
breathing coming more quickly as she tried to be still, not to
quiver and tremble as she lay there like this, that your eyes
might devour the sight of her, the chamber silent save for the
sounds coming from the fireplace until you snapped out your next
command.
"Yes Master!" The slave reacted swiftly, even as it registered
that you had just called her slut.....that was what she was now,
a slave, a slut, your property, an owned beast, that fact
confirmed by the full force of Gorean law when she had entered
that stone circle and uttered words that could not be unsaid.
Swiftly then the slut scrambled to the next position commanded
of her, she kneeling, lowering her head until she could place
her arms on the floor, her bare ass raised for a moment as she
moved to adjust herposition so that her back would be straight,
level, ready to receive anything that you might wish to put upon
it, to use her as a table, an item of furniture, should that be
your pleasure. Her legs remained spread wide, her velvet folds
exposed, breathing harder now, heart racing, the slut feeling
force of that single word as though it were a stroke of the
whip.
3/24/26 06:16:04 pm)
...Merchant of Love...
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
YanaProperty of the Hous: He smiled down at her as he circled
her again, like a shark on the Thassa approaching some
unfortunate thrown overboard from a sailing ship. Perhaps there
was some resemblance between his own smile in the firelight's
flicker and that of the shark? None could say, for the girl kept
her gaze upon the floor, even as he moved around to behind
her... seeing her exposed velvet folds and more, the pink pucker
of her ass above it as she lifted her backside up as if seeking
to show him all he owned there. And all he might use.
"This pose is sometimes called She-Sleen," he said
conversationally. "By those who note how the beasts mate and how
it seems to excite some slave girls and put them into a frenzy.
Certainly it leaves them even more exposed than Nadu. There, a
girl's backside cannot be properly assessed. But here, the
girl's cunt is readily accessible. As is her mouth should a
Master or Mistress wish to use it." A pause as his shark grin
became a bit more wicked. "Also her ass, but it will be some
time before you are ready to be trained for such acts. I do not
suppose the Lady Ydril ever indulged with such things with her
lovers? Or that she ever made free with her lady slaves and made
them pleasure as maids sometimes do?"
03/24/26 06:25:18 pm)
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.=-
...Merchant of Love...: The naked slave held her position as you
moved around her, like Predator toying with prey, her blue eyes
fixed on the rug that she knelt upon as she heard you speak,
your robot now one that you might perhaps have used had you and
she - or rather you and the Lady Ydril - actually sat down for
dinner as had been planned at one point, before Ydril's over
confidence had taken events in different direction. Aye, you
might have used that tome then, to discuss how well cooked the
vulo was, how fine the wine from Torcadino was as you had each
sipped it....
You might have....but now you like of cunts and ass....and mouth
filled with cock...or perhaps cunt....a slut would have no
choice in such matters, a slut would please those that commanded
her, her Master or her Mistress....or perhaps both
together...."Lady Ydril was never intimate with females
Master...ever." Once, in the bath she had been tempted.....but
no....she had resisted the urge to reach out, touch her
slave..."Or took cock in her ass...." The slut moaned as she
confessed such things, even though it was not her confession per
se, for the woman that she spoke of no longer existed, and in
truth it was known that Ydril herself had had a coarse mouth on
occasion, something which had incurred some displeasure in
Cardonicus, but then she had grown up on the wharves of Kasra.
"She has had cock in her mouth before " she moaned then, blushed
"A young Scribe who was fond of her....she less fond of him but
he fucked well Master...."
(03/24/26 06:32:52 pm)
...Merchant of Love...
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
YanaProperty of the Hous: He nodded, smiling a bit wider. Though
the woman before him was a slave now - his slave - she still
spoke with the accent and diction of a Lady. And to hear such
frank talk in a lady's voice was a dark and ironic pleasure that
amused him. He heard the moan in her voice as she spoke of what
Ydril had done, with some faint shame but did not remark upon
it. Instead, he kneeled down beside her and stroked at her bare
flank.
"In time, you will learn how to do all the things I mentioned
and more." He could feel her excitement at the thought of some
of it and there would be time enough to learn which aspects
excited her most. And if it was his word as Master that stirred
her or just the though of any laying claim to her as the brazen
whore she seemed to be. Particularly as his hand slipped between
her cheeks and a teasing finger slid across her folds checking
for moistness even as his thumb came to tease against the pucker
of her arse.
"Someday... but not today. For I think it will be easier for you
to maintain the illusion of a Free Woman newly made White Silk
if I do not start your training in those areas just yet.
Still... here is a taste of what is to come, my Yana." he said
in a whisper barely audible over the fire.
3/24/26 06:38:49 pm)
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.=-
...Merchant of Love...: "Ohhhhh......fucccck......." The naked
slave moaned when she felt your hand on her....the touch like
bolt of lightning sending shock through her entire body, she
quivering, trembling as she held position, the simple modality
of the table giving way in her mind to the position of the she
sleen, one where every part of her was exposed....offered....a
slow burn then ignited in her belly, as she felt the heat of the
flames on her bare skin, your hand wandering, exploring, teasing
velvet folds, the moistness in those folds betraying her, hips
quivering as your hand found her dark star.
"Yes Master...." Her voice was low, a hoarse whisper, her mind
conflicted...as your words offered glimpse of a future rich in
temptation....
3/24/26 06:47:01 pm)
...Merchant of Love...
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
YanaProperty of the Hous: And, seemingly as quickly as his hand
found her and began pushing her to the edge of ecstasy, he
pulled it back. Leaving her wanting. But also, perhaps, leaving
her more aware of the joys of her new role. And that while
changes were in play, that would not all be for the worst. He
then gave her a comforting pat on the flank again before
standing and coming before her. "Return to your kennel. I will
have a white silk slave tunic waiting for you in the morning.
Try and rest well, my Yana. We will have a long road to Sardar
Fair."
And with that, he turned around and left her, smiling faintly
and thinking that the girl probably would not have an easy time
sleeping if he judged how her body was reacting to her exposure
even before he touched her.
3/24/26 06:53:22 pm)
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.=-
...Merchant of Love...: Her hips ground slowly against you as
you teased....and then, a heartbeat later the touch was
gone....a moan spilling from her lips, her spine arched fiercely
now as she felt your hand caress her side, the touch simply
pouring more oil onto the fire burning within as you circled
round to stand before her, she looking up at you, noting that
twice now you had said 'my Yana' rather than simply Yana, as
though asserting your claim to her.
"Yes Master." The words were whispered softly as you turned, she
then watching your receding back for several ihn before she
broke position, bending down to pick up the discarded tunic that
she worn when she had entered the Hall, though not putting it
on, simply holding it in her hand as bare feet carried her out
of the Great Hall of the House of Lycus and towards the slave
kennels.
It would likely be another sleepless night.
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