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Yana reflects on the past, in particular a woman named Ydril,
and contemplates the future.
DIR By: Yana{HoL}
Date: April 7, 2026, 10:15 am
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Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Slave Quarters
-=is somewhere within the extensive slave quarters of the House
of Lycus, either in the kennels or training rooms.=-
ALL: The blonde haired slave girl named Yana's blue eyes were
wide open in the gloom of her kennel, her mind too full of
thoughts to allow her to sleep.
She knew not how long she had now been slave within the House of
Lycus. One month? Less than that? Longer? Ydril ze Omun had come
to the House shortly before the last Fair, perhaps a hand before
it, had attended that Fair branded and collared, the property of
the House of Lycus. How long, then, since they had returned from
the Fair? Two hands? More? Less? Absent any way to properly
measure the passage of time the slave had lost track of days,
each one blending seamlessly into the next.
And Ydril ze Omun was becoming no more than a collection of
memories.
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Slave Quarters
-=is somewhere within the extensive slave quarters of the House
of Lycus, either in the kennels or training rooms.=-
ALL: Perhaps it was better when she was busy. Training. Serving.
Even cleaning floors on her hands and knees. Who that knew Ydril
would ever have thought to have laid eyes on that sight? But
when she was busy had something to focus on. Something to occupy
her mind. But at nights, when the kennel door was locked, that
was when she had time to think. And that was when the full
enormity of what she had done would hit her.
For it was something that she had done, something that Ydril had
done, of her own accord, absent force or other coercion. She had
replayed the moment in her mind countless times, the instant
when the wager had been accepted, and she had set herself upon
path that had led to collar and brand.
But what was done was done. And could not be undone. That was
the past. And Yana still could not answer a crucial question -
if she could have that moment back, if, somehow the sands of
time could be reversed, would she still accept the wager? Would
she take the gamble again?
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Slave Quarters
-=is somewhere within the extensive slave quarters of the House
of Lycus, either in the kennels or training rooms.=-
ALL: Aye. She thought that she would. If she were to find
herself sat at the table opposite Marcus Lycus, a Free Woman of
Gor, and be offered the same wager she would take it. That was
the nature of she who Yana had been. Some, doubtless, saw it as
foolish, rash. She saw it as bold. She had seen a chance to
carve a path in this World named Gor, one free of influence of
the House of ze Omun. She had seen that chance, took it,
accepted the gamble, with all the risks that came with it. Had
she triumphed she would have followed a different path, one that
might have brought her a sense of fulfilment, of reward,
measured in coin and status. It had been a risk worth taking.
One that she would so so again, in the unlikely event that
chance ever presented itself.
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Slave Quarters
-=is somewhere within the extensive slave quarters of the House
of Lycus, either in the kennels or training rooms.=-
ALL: But the past was done. So what of the future? Marcus Lycus
had spoken of many things as they had stood on the edge of the
circle, Ydril by that point already effectively a slave, only
the formalities to be attended to. He had painted a picture with
words, words that had in truth seduced her, so that even when he
had given the option to flee she had declined, although in truth
she would likely have declined even had he not whispered those
words. Freedom was a thing that carried weight, value, but so
too did honor. And what sort of Merchant would she have been had
she not paid her debts in full? Aye, he had spoke of many
things, of how there was place in his House for one who could go
places that he could not, be his eyes and ears, for who paid
attention to a slave? There was an irony of sorts to this, for
Ydril ze Omun had once had on her payroll a former Kargashi she
urt, she too branded, though Ydril had freed her, paid her to do
much the same as Marcus Lycus had spoken of, though the girl's
reports had ceased some time ago, Ydril presuming at the time
that some ill fate had likely befell her. But one thing that he
had not spoken of was freedom. This, after all, was Gor. Was it
not said that only a fool frees a slave? And Yana knew her
Master was no fool.
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Slave Quarters
-=is somewhere within the extensive slave quarters of the House
of Lycus, either in the kennels or training rooms.=-
ALL: Perhaps she should have tried to bargain on the edge of the
circle, to negotiate. She had been a Merchant after all.
Accomplish the tasks set and be rewarded with freedom. But what
form could that freedom take for one who was branded slave, one
who would forever be judged.
One who had experienced slavery, had felt the intensity of a
Man's gaze, the heat of his touch, had writhed naked before him,
pleasuring herself as he watched. And that had perhaps been no
more than fleeting tease of what might yet be to come. As these
thoughts went through her mind Yana felt her naked body respond,
realised that they excited her. Aroused her.
Was this wrong? Was she supposed to resist? To cling to the last
vestiges of Ydril ze Omun? But she was no longer that person was
she. Ydril was gone. She had stepped into the stone circle in
the courtyard of the House of Lycus and a nameless slave had
emerged, one given the name Yana by her Master, her owner. She
was a beast, an animal, property, property of the House of
Lycus, could be sold at any time, the only thing preventing that
her Master's word, given to a Free Woman who now no longer
existed before that Woman entered into a wager that some - most
- would have called foolish, reckless. Still, the slave did not
doubt that her Master's word would honor his word, even though
he was under no legal obligation to do so. But as well as
thinking him to be no fool, Marcus Lycus did not strike her as
the sort of Man that would break his word. He was a Man of
honor. A Man of Gor.
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
..:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Slave Quarters
-=is somewhere within the extensive slave quarters of the House
of Lycus, either in the kennels or training rooms.=-
ALL: But there would be no freedom for her. It was foolish to
even think of such a thing. She is slave, one who is owned. Her
name is Yana. She is branded to show that she is owned. The
collar locked around slender column of her throat shows all who
owns Yana, Marcus Lycus of the House of Lycus, a Slaver. A slave
girl wants above all else to please Men. Yana is a slave. Yana
wants above all else to please Men. There is no more Ydril ze
Omun. That was her reality. And just as Ydril had always strived
to not fail in whatever task she set herself to, neither would
Yana. She had already resolved not to show weakness in her
collar. She had brought this fate upon herself, could point
finger of blame at no other, must now live with the
consequences, be the best slave that she could, unburdened by
the shackles of her past. For her future is as one who is
branded and collared, one who is a slave girl, one who wants to
please Men.
One who wants to please Marcus Lycus.
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