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Yana's First Time in a Tavern
DIR By: Marcus Lycus
Date: March 27, 2026, 11:53 pm
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03/27/26 06:42:48 pm)
...Merchant of Love...
For a sense of sensuality Or an opulance thereof, Patronize the
house of Marcus Lycus,
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
-- is in one of the drinking establishments where men might
enjoy Paga, Kal-da, and slaves --
says to YanaProperty of the Hous: (Switching scenes since Ivenia
had to leave.)
With dinner settled, and the Lady Ivenia settled for the night,
Marcus decided the time had come for him to follow through on
his promise to start showing Yana some of the sights of the Fair
that she had not seen before she became a collared beasts.
Perhaps curiosity did not become a kajira, but Marcus knew that
Yana was a curious girl regardless and that even if she did not
ask questions often she still have an interest in learning. It
was one he encouraged in his slaves, for he disliked stupid
people and especially stupid slaves who required literal
instructions for every step of accomplishing a task he could do
himself with greater speed if he wished.
So it was that he and Yana were approaching one of the taverns
which represented one of the few standing buildings on the
Sardar Fair grounds that was not a tent of some kind. She was
still clad in the white silk slave tunic. Of course she was not
truly a white silk girl, but that coupled with the protection
his own caste colors offered him would keep most from trying to
make free with her.... even in a paga tavern.
(03/27/26 06:48:30 pm)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
-- is in one of the drinking establishments where men might
enjoy Paga, Kal-da, and slaves --
says to ...Merchant of Love...: The blonde stayed close to you
as you strode towards the tavern, for she could only imagine
what might befall her were she to enter such a place absent the
protection your presence and Caste afforded as we moved closer,
what lay beyond the entrance genuinely a mystery to her, a part
of the Fair that she would be witnessing for the first time, but
more than that the first time that she would have set foot in
such a place ever, for even when she had been an orphan on Tyros
there were places that she had dared not go lest it cost her her
freedom. Ironic, then, that a game of kaissa should prove more
dangerous then than a paga tavern in that regard as we
approached and she heard the sounds coming from within, she
finding the moment to be....exhiliarating.
03/27/26 07:09:07 pm)
...Merchant of Love...
For a sense of sensuality Or an opulance thereof, Patronize the
house of Marcus Lycus,
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
-- is in one of the drinking establishments where men might
enjoy Paga, Kal-da, and slaves --
says to YanaProperty of the Hous: Aye, the sounds would be the
first thing most noticed, for the taverns grouped together wove
an intricate symphony. Snatches of songs played by different
musicians could be heard, with many traveling bards playing for
coins in the street outside the bars, hoping to acquire coins
before they were spent feely on wine and women. Yet there were
other noises too. The rude laughter of rough men engaged in
trading bawdy boasts.
The shrill laughter of such women might be found in such places
- paga sluts in service of the tavern, dancers who worked on
their own or with the aforementioned bards, and coin girls
seeking to satisfy those appetites remaining after the girls who
came with the drinks we were spent. Other sounds grew as they
approached. The clamor of tankards and fists hammered on the
tables - sometimes in time with the beating of the drums but
often off by a hair. The sound of struggling from those warriors
who elected to use the tavern sand pit for a bit of wrestling...
or were "wrestling" with greased up girls with wagers being
placed on how long they might stay free of grabbing hands. It
would be overwhelming were any to try and take in the whole
ribald song.
And that was but one of the senses!
The smell was like a blow to the face once inside. A mix of
sweat and sex in the press of bodies. Faint snatches of perfume
and incense helped to mask this somewhat, but it all merged
together in one intoxicating aroma unlike anything on Gor. The
undercurrents of stale booze came later, but it was... unique.
The sights through the bodies were something too. Men in all
manner of dress from all about Gor were in evidence. Women too,
though their manners of dress were more uniform. Collars were
the one common factor, of course,, but some of the girls went
about nude otherwise. Some of the dancers wore ornate silks
designed to enhance their beauty rather than provide modesty.
Others - the tavern whores - wore simple leather belts about
their hips with pouches containing coins for making change. They
moved deftly through the crowds, moving away from sharing hands
as they balanced the drinks with the skills of acrobats.
Marcus paused for a moment as he assessed the room, partly
seeking a place to sit and partly making sure there was no one
watching for him.
(03/27/26 07:20:43 pm)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
-- is in one of the drinking establishments where men might
enjoy Paga, Kal-da, and slaves --
says to ...Merchant of Love...: You parted a thick black curtain
and we stepped out of one world and into another, one where all
of the senses were immediately assailed, one that was so utterly
alien to the blonde haired slave that it was almost as though
she found herself stepping not through a curtain but through a
portal into another world.
She clutched your arm, clinging to you, as though they might be
afloat, on a ship on stormy Thassa and you might be an anchor
that would steady them as she looked about, her eyes shining as
she peered through wisps of smoke, the aroma of kanda clinging
to the air, mingling with the sound of a man beating a small
hand drum, a slave writhing in a sand pit, her movements in tune
with the rythmn of his drum, her body clad in naught but fine
golden chains, a belt of coins swung low about her hips, bells
on her ankles chiming their own beat as she squirmed in the
sand, Yana relapsing then that teh drum and the bells and the
low drunken shouts were competing with other sounds, those
coming from curtained alcoves, the sounds of pleasure, of
coupling.
A nude slave walked up to you, ran her fingers over your
shoulder at the same time as her eyes made contact with Yana's,
the other slave's glance as cold as a Torvaldsberg glacier, as
though she was questioning what a white silk slave was doing in
such a place, she only then becoming aware that other eyes were
on her, for the men gathered here had eyes not for you but for
her, a heat in their gaze that seemed to look right through the
flimsy white silks that the blonde haired slave wore....
You had not lied when you had said that you would show her
things she had not seen before, things that would be seared into
memory, sights, sounds, scents all combining in an assault on
her senses as she gazed upon the barbaric splendor if the
tavern....
(03/27/26 07:29:52 pm)
...Merchant of Love...
For a sense of sensuality Or an opulance thereof, Patronize the
house of Marcus Lycus,
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
-- is in one of the drinking establishments where men might
enjoy Paga, Kal-da, and slaves --
says to YanaProperty of the Hous: Marcus offered the apparent
White Silk girl a quick and assuring nod as he watched the naked
slave walk up and rub his shoulder, smiling even as she glared
daggers at Yana.
"Welcome, Master. Welcome to the Heated Sleen. I am called Suna
and will be happy to see to all your needs."
Marcus smirked. That couldn't properly be called a double
entendre because it was damn clear what she had in mind. That
was what the sluts in paga taverns were for, after all, besides
transporting drinks.. He raised his voice a little, even as his
arm came around Yana's hips.
"I require a table, but it seems those are in short supply. Are
any of the alcoves free?"
Suna, a dusky brunette with the look of one born of the desert
cities of the South, raised an eyebrow briefly before giggling.
"Ah... you seek to turn white to read tonight? I think I have
the place... but if you find yourself wishing experience instead
of innocence, Master need only ask." She led the way through the
crowd and Marcus gave the crowds only a passing glance, hoping
to avoid any work friends here. He did not bother to correct
what Suna presumed, but his grip on Yana did tighten a bit as
several drunken Scarlet men seemed to look for an excuse to pass
by on the way to the tavern and rub up against the clearly
newly-collared slave.
(03/27/26 07:41:38 pm)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
-- is in one of the drinking establishments where men might
enjoy Paga, Kal-da, and slaves --
says to ...Merchant of Love...: Yana breathed deep when she felt
your arm encircle swell of hips, a ripple coursing through every
fiber of her body as she looked upon the one named Suna,
property of the Heated Sleen, Yana now looking upon the other
slave, as though inviting any challenge, her look that of one
who has faced challenge before, who had to eke out an existence
on the wharves of Kasra as an orphan, a she urt, one who was
then tested, the final test coming in a cave on Tyros, where two
had entered and only one emerged. So let a paga whore glare, the
blonde slave held her ground, felt your arm, your hand, the heat
of your body, became aware of nipples growing taut against white
silk as you spoke of alcoves, that sending fresh wave of
excitement shooting through the collared blonde as she felt
herself descending deeper into this new World that you were
showing her, one that had always existed yet had been forever
concealed behind the black curtains that we had just stepped
though.
And then the we were following the slave, your presence cutting
path through teh crowd, the tightness of your grip felt on bare
arm......ohhhh......fucccck.........she exhaled then as the
Warrior passed, the smell of paga clinging to him like cloud,
for she had felt his hand roam as he had steered path past us,
narrow spaces between tables making such such contact perhaps
inevitable yet it had clearly been no innocent touch, not two
strangers bumping into each other....his scarlet clad figure was
already receding but he had touched intentionally, of that she
was sure, his fingers having found fresh brand burned into
thigh, Yana's heart beating faster now, pounding in her chest,
it seeming to her to be as loud as the drum that the man pounded
with palm of hand as the curtained alcoves loomed ahead of
them....
03/27/26 07:51:20 pm)
...Merchant of Love...
For a sense of sensuality Or an opulance thereof, Patronize the
house of Marcus Lycus,
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
-- is in one of the drinking establishments where men might
enjoy Paga, Kal-da, and slaves --
says to YanaProperty of the Hous: The journey to the alcove was
perhaps just under an ehn. It felt much longer though, at least
to the White Silk clad slave's mind. Marcus was not as shaken,
clearly, but he did keep his pace brisk regardless. It would be
all too easy for one to lash out with a concealed dagger or a
poisoned claw ring in these close quarters. Thankfully, it was
Yana the warriors were wishing to press against. Not her Master.
Suna pulled aside the curtain to the small room full of silken
cushions and smiled to Marcus once more. "Would Master like a
drink for himself? There is a two drink minimum for the use of
the room.... and me," she whispered in a dramatically breathy
manner at the last.
Marcus smiled as he reached for a pouch on his belt and slipped
out two copper tarsk bits which he pressed into the girl's
hands.
"Here's the money for the drink. With more to disturb us no more
this night." He smiled as he took a seat among the cushions and
motioned for Yana to join him as he sat to look over the room.
Suna, for her part, was wise enough to say nothing and mask her
disappointment. Though she did perhaps flounce a bit more than
needed, wiggling her ass and bouncing her breasts for all to see
as she moved off. Marcus, for his part, smirked and admired the
view briefly before turning back to Yana.
"So..... did you ever imagine such a place? Does it live up to
the horror stories told to scare respectable ladies away from
such places?"
03/27/26 08:01:07 pm)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
-- is in one of the drinking establishments where men might
enjoy Paga, Kal-da, and slaves --
says to ...Merchant of Love...: A swish of curtain as Suna took
her leave and you and Yana were in your own private part of
the....fuck, she couldn't even remember the name....the
something Sleen....did it matter, really, what it was called?
What mattered was that she was within its walls....with
you....had it really been less than a hand since the day that
she had came to your House? It felt like longer....in a way it
was, was a lifetime....
You summoned her then....and she went to you....went quickly,
her bare feet sinking into the furs that lay upon the floor as
she took the few steps from where she was to where you
were....realising that she was moving eagerly....and with sway
of her own ass, making her tits bounce the same way that Suna's
had....for she had sene how you had looked at the paga
slut....and that was she was to do was it
not....watch...learn...for the day that she might be the one
naked in a paga tavern....the one dancing in the sand....
But more than that...she had seen how your eyes had followed
Suna, the smirk on your face....shr realized that she wished to
feel your eyes on her....as she joined you in the cushions,
slithered right up to you, breasts held within white silk
against your chest, her face a hort from yours...."No
respectable Lady would last an ehn in here Master..." she
breathed softly, eyes on you, lips parted....silently begging to
be crushed under yours....
03/27/26 08:12:02 pm)
...Merchant of Love...
For a sense of sensuality Or an opulance thereof, Patronize the
house of Marcus Lycus,
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
-- is in one of the drinking establishments where men might
enjoy Paga, Kal-da, and slaves --
says to YanaProperty of the Hous: Marcus chuckled at that and
reached out with one finger to tap his slave's parted lips.
"Of course they would not," he agreed. He had watched her
display as she tried to show herself moving like Suna, though
the White Silk tunic rather spoiled the effect. He could see the
heat upon her, though, for even in the dim lights of the alcove,
lit as it was by only a few candles highly placed upon the wall,
he could make out that her pale skin had gone red. He could see
her need and all that she had to offer. But that was his to take
in his own good time and he was not quite ready to give himself
that pleasure. Besides, it would rather spoil the White Silk
disguise if any suspected he had made use of you in a public
house and he had not intended to close the curtain to the
alcove, despite Suna pulling it closed in her annoyance at not
being allowed to serve the dashing Slaver.
"First.... tell me of what you did today before joining
Ivenia.... and what you observed as you wandered the fair. "
(03/27/26 08:24:00 pm)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
-- is in one of the drinking establishments where men might
enjoy Paga, Kal-da, and slaves --
says to ...Merchant of Love...: You had....brought her....to the
boil....and now made her....simmer....as she felt your finger on
her lips...her nostrils now filled with your scent, it drowning
out other, perhaps more questionable ones to be found within the
alcove, little vulo bumps rising on her bare legs and arms, your
nearness threatening to send her into sensory overload, the
noises coming from the other side of the curtain scarce even
registering as she listened to the sound of your voice
"I.....I...we....we went out....Felicia and Rose and
I....and....explored Master...we went down the main
avenue....looked at the stalls....I saw a coffle being led in,
near the entrance....watched....they were naked...were being
taken to the sales platform....I was going to follow but Felicia
said I should go there with you....just in case....and then....I
saw a slave beg the Master to be allowed to dance....and he said
yes so she just...danced...there and then on the central
avenue....and others watched..."
Words, now were tumbling from lips that were posted close to
yours, such that she did not speak but whispered, as though
fasting intimate secrets as she felt your breath on her skin
"Master...can....can I dance? Before he end of the Fair? Like
she did? Please?" Her hand was on your arm, her body warm
against you. Any thought of who she had been was absent mind.
She was Yana. She was owned.
#Post#: 720--------------------------------------------------
Re: Yana's First Time in a Tavern
DIR By: Marcus Lycus
Date: March 27, 2026, 11:54 pm
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(03/27/26 08:33:42 pm)
...Merchant of Love...
For a sense of sensuality Or an opulance thereof, Patronize the
house of Marcus Lycus,
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
-- is in one of the drinking establishments where men might
enjoy Paga, Kal-da, and slaves --
says to YanaProperty of the Hous: Marcus nodded along to her
report. He was pleased that she had done as instructed but was
not surprised she had apparently fixated upon the dancers. She
had shown an interest in such when he spoke of the attractions
of the Fair he expected her to observe and such things did tend
to grab the attention of the newly collared. And well did her
instincts and enthusiasm lead her to press herself to him in
such a way as to hold his attention and enflame the libido. A
shame for her that the Slaver knew his craft and was used to
such things and could maintain his composure even as soft flesh
pressed to his side.
Yes, he had brought her to a boil turned to slow simmer. But
Marcus Lycus was not a cruel man. Just very good at his job. But
the curtains were closed. And there were none to see what
happened now. So he smiled to her and reached out to stroke her
hair.
"Dance as she did? In public for all to see? Perhaps. But first
I must make sure you can dance in private. And this seems as
good a time as any." He inclined his head toward the curtain and
toward the sound of a drummer bounding out a priml beat.
"Remove your tunic. Move your body as you will to the music.
Show me your need to dance.... to show yourself. off as the
brazen whore you are become... and then, on my word, you may
pleasure yourself before me."
(03/27/26 08:43:19 pm)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
-- is in one of the drinking establishments where men might
enjoy Paga, Kal-da, and slaves --
says to ...Merchant of Love...: Her spine arched when she felt
your fingers in her blonde mane, saw the smile on your face as
you spoke....rational thought might have told her that she was
fast getting in over her head, but then had that not been the
case since the moment that your wager had been accepted....for
surely some would say that she had acted foolishly,
rashly....and yet she had come so close to winning the
wager....and had she done so she would not have been here.
She knew not where she would have been. But she would not have
been alone in the alcove of a paga tavern with her who was her
Master....so rational thought was already far behind her, as
though trampled underfoot by a herd of bosk....
And so she moved...moved back, away from you....but did not
rise....rather remained on knees as you lounged upon
cushion....the tunic of white silk drawn over her
head....discarded....she then kneeling before you....naked,
utterly, absolutely so....your collar around her throat....her
thighs parting slowly as she leaned back on her heels, her hands
now clinging at the furs as she listened to the beat coming
through the curtains....her eyes closed, lips parted....she had
no training, was now guided solely by instinct as she began to
writhe before you, tossing her long blonde mane so that it fell
over her shoulders, that there be no impediment to your view of
her breasts as she realised that she no longer heard the
drumbeat.....she felt it...
(03/27/26 08:57:26 pm)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
-- is in one of the drinking establishments where men might
enjoy Paga, Kal-da, and slaves --
says to ...Merchant of Love...: The naked slave slid her hands
back in the furs....her hips now moving....rising....up and
down....as she rose....with ripple of flesh....to stand before
you in confined space of the alcove....the beat coming through
the curtains was primal...barbaric....a slow, pounding
rythmn,....wild, sensual....one that permeated every facet of
the slave's soul as she writhed, the candles causing shadows to
flicker on her bare skin....her eyes on you....
For she danced for you....for her Master, for the Man that owned
her, she danced that you would look on her, and not some paga
whore, that you would find her body desireable, that you would
want her, want Yana, throw her to her back on the furs, jerk her
thighs apart and have her....that is why she danced....to feed a
fire that now burned in her belly as she moved before you, she
on her feet now, her body swaying with the drumbeat, hands
raised above her head, that raising beautifully line of pendant
breasts crowned with taut nipples, breasts that now swayed
before your eyes, breasts that seemed to scream for your
gaze...and also your hands....breasts that ached to be touched
as your slave moved before you, she arching spine fiercely, a
little cry tumbling from her lips as she turned one leg so that
inner thigh was towards you, her toes pointed straight towards
the furs that she stood in....she had begged you to allow her to
dance and now she danced, imagined other eyes on her, watching
her, all of them knowing that it was to you that she
belonged....that it was you that had put your collar around her
throat....aye, she imagined men watching....envious of you for
it was you that would have her....
(03/27/26 08:57:45 pm)
...Merchant of Love...
For a sense of sensuality Or an opulance thereof, Patronize the
house of Marcus Lycus,
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
-- is in one of the drinking establishments where men might
enjoy Paga, Kal-da, and slaves --
says to YanaProperty of the Hous: There were several schools of
thought regarding Slave Dance on Gor. The most prevalent, at
least among the Slaver Caste, was that Dancers must be trained
extensively and that only girls with certain body types could
truly be considered dancers. Just what those body types were
differed, however, with some cities breeding willowy, lean, tall
girls and others preferring them more buxom and thick. Too,
there was debate about whether girls should be trained by rote
in replicating certain dances perfectly.
The other school of thought, of which Marcus was a firm
believer, was that it was the unique qualities of the girl and
the performance that made a real dancer. Most sluts could, in
time, be taught to do a simple Chain Dance or the Capture Dance
of a dozen cities. But the creative spirit needed to improvise a
dance. To reflect the passion of the slave rather than simply
posing as they were trained.... that was a rarer thing and much
more difficult to cultivate.
Marcus thought only briefly about this as he settled back to
watch Yana. This was not what he had expected of her, but it was
not unpleasant. Perhaps better suited to the sand pit where the
sweat of her exertions might make the sand cling to her flesh in
interesting ways... but throwing herself about the silken
cushions,.... stretching herself to show every inch of what he
owned.... he could see her peaked nipples as she arched her back
in the candle light. He could hear her soft moans even over the
sound of the drum not too far away. Tossing her hair about as
her hands explored her body. It was far from a formal dance but
it was fine for all that. For as she felt the beat and her own
heart began to move in time with it as both drove her on, he too
could hear the primal tune on the air and in his head. He said
nothing, however, by his teeth glinted like those of a Northern
panther on the prowl....
(03/27/26 09:16:46 pm)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
-- is in one of the drinking establishments where men might
enjoy Paga, Kal-da, and slaves --
says to ...Merchant of Love...: Her feet moved in the
furs....her hands slowly lowering, coming down from above her
head to move down her sides, she caressing herself, those hands
running down to her thighs, fingers of left hand touching the
brand that you had marked her with.....that final and utterly
irrevocable part of these which had unfolded a hand ago....in
its own way that too had been a dance between you and she, but
one cloaked in subtlety....had it, in truth, been a capture
dance? Had she walked into trap clevelrly laid? Perhaps you had
desired her from the moment that you had first seen her....two
naked blondes could easily become three....those had been
amongst the first words you had uttered to her.
And now you had that naked blonde, watched as she writhed and
moved before you, her hands running up to cup her firm tits, it
pleasing the vain little she sleen that now danced for you tot
think that you had always desired her....and now you had
her....she was yours....
The drumbeat, beyond the curtain, was growing faster, wilder.
Men could be heard shouting out, other slapping their left
shoulder, doubtless for the dancer in the sands, they knowing
not that another female danced behind priavacy a curtain that
kept out unseeing eye, meant that the dancer was for you, for
you alone Marcus Lycus, of the House of Lycus....owner of the
naked slut that now spun, on her heel, that her back was to you,
she arching that back so fiercely one might fear that her spine
might snap in two as she placed her head on your shoulder, her
ass virtually in your lap....you had told her that she would
dance....that she would shake ass and tits and cunt....and you
had spoken the truth....that it was now, this day....perhaps
that was as much surprise to you as it was to her as she
writhed, sweat now glistening on naked flesh....the raw emotion
that had been smouldering within her ignited as she spun again,
to face you once more
Your slave was on her knees now, her ass up, hands in her mane,
lifting beautifully line of breasts that you would save to lean
forward if you wished to touch, the faint scar on her belly
visible as she writhed before you....her eyes pleading with you,
both of us knowing that thee white silk tunic was a masquerade,
for reasons known to you and she....and so those eyes pleaded as
hips moved lewdly.
(03/27/26 09:30:10 pm)
...Merchant of Love...
For a sense of sensuality Or an opulance thereof, Patronize the
house of Marcus Lycus,
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
-- is in one of the drinking establishments where men might
enjoy Paga, Kal-da, and slaves --
says to YanaProperty of the Hous: Marcus smiled at the display.
How could he not? Yana was unpracticed and untrained, true. But
she was easily making up in passion what she lacked in practiced
skill. With a bit of training she might be a great dancer. One
who would leave whole audiences with hard cocks and wet quims
presuming that men were not inspired to vent their seed just
looking at her.
It was a credit to the Slaver's own training and self-control
that he did not grab hold of the girl as she almost but did not
quite site on his lap. She bounced beautifully in Nadu now, as
if riding the cock of a ghost underneath her. Her need was
apparent. And under his Caste robe and the trousers and tunic he
wore he too was quite ready.
But he would not have her this night. Not yet. There was still
much for her to learn and to touch her toon soon would be to
boil over that which he sought to simmer long. Still, the girl
did deserve some reward for this, even if he did not feel like
giving her an explanation just yet.
"A fine Passion Dance for a newly collared slut. I doubt that
Suna would be so happy in her performances. You have my
permission to bring yourself across. Not because I do not wish
to use you as slaves are used but.... I save that pleasure for
the end of the fair. To indulge too soon... well.. there are
many other slaves I must look at in the course of my work. And
you... well... you must learn to control your own heat. But for
tonight, you have done well and done enough. And so you may
bring yourself across under your Master's gaze."
03/27/26 09:43:21 pm)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
-- is in one of the drinking establishments where men might
enjoy Paga, Kal-da, and slaves --
says to ...Merchant of Love...: She moved slowly.....writhed
before you now, her thighs spread wide....exposing herself,
displaying the delights at the base of her belly that Felicia
had shaved bare....her hips now in near perpetual motion as she
looked at you....the fiber clearly manifest in blue eyes...she
was smouldering as your words penetrated the fog of need that
shrouded her mind....key words seized upon....you would have
her....but not tonight....at the end of the Fair....and then you
commanded her to touch herself....
The blonde's cheeks colored....perhaps it was a contradiction of
terms of sorts that she who had just writhed nude at your feet
would blush so easily....but while she had pleasured herself
before she had never done so under the eyes of another
But you were not simply 'another' were you...."Yes Master...."
her voice was a husky whisper, one that would not penetrate
beyond wall of curtain, unlike the moans that followed a matter
of ihn later as fingers picked deep into hole made slick by
passion, the naked beast throwing her head back, gasping,
quivering as she touched herself under your gaze, plunged
fingers deep into her molten core, let her nails rake across her
most intimate spot, those fingers thrusting in and out, fuelling
the fire within her, one that was already raging, now threatened
to become an inferno as
She screamed...inhibits to who might hear outwith the
curtain....a wild real sound, one that seemed attuned to the
barbarity of the drum beat as the slave jerked, quivered, her
honey spewing forth, adding one more layer to furs that had
already witnessed much this night, for after all, it is Fair
season and the tavern was crowded....though the screams of one
more slave reaching orgasm would likely be masked by the
cacophony of sound that was the tavern, for who would hear one
slave as she screamed "Master!" before collapsing to the furs at
your feet, naked, sweating, quivering as she looked up at you.
03/27/26 09:53:08 pm)
...Merchant of Love...
For a sense of sensuality Or an opulance thereof, Patronize the
house of Marcus Lycus,
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
-- is in one of the private rooms of the tavern, partaking in
business or slaves --
says to YanaProperty of the Hous: It was an inspiring display.
And a true test of Marcus Lycus' own self-control that he did
not act to take his property and add his own screams to that of
the still inexperienced slave whore.
Based on her screams though, and her energy.... she would have
many men slapping their shoulders and offering him coin to make
use of her should she perform for a crowd.
Perhaps some night he would entertain such bids. He had, after
all, pledged not to sell the one who had been the Lady Ydril. He
made no such promised about renting her. Yet somehow, he doubted
he would make such an argument. Though in this moment, Yana
seemed like she might welcome a room full of men shouting for
her to be theirs for an ahn. Something to explore after she saw
the Slave Display platforms, perhaps. But there would be time
enough to plan such thoughts later.
Tonight, she was spent. And he did have to get her out of the
alcove in a somewhat pristine state. He watched her and the
light fall of her breasts as she breathed softly and settled
into the silken cushions. And then he whispered three words.
"Well done, Yana."
With that, he stood and pulled the curtain open as he looked
about for Suna. He would ask for a bowl of water so his slave
could refresh herself as best was possible. Then they would
leave this place for the evening once Yana had a chance to catch
her breath. Marcus suspected however, that they would walk
slowly, for if he was any judge Yana would have some difficulty
walking for a time. Perhaps he would have to carry her back to
the slave tents. And perhaps he would do so, even if it was not
needed.
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