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Yana is examined by Lady Kardelen, Physician of Freeport, in the
presence of her Master
DIR By: Yana{HoL}
Date: April 12, 2026, 3:09 pm
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--|Primum, non Nocere|--
Kardelen of Freeport
-Village of Freeport Head Physician-
Free Companion of Martin the Forester
Freeport - The Healing Hut
-=Within the surprisingly well-stocked and meticulously clean
clinic where Kardelen tends to the medical needs of the
Village=-
ALL: It was far too early in the morning for the woman to be
awake, much less headed for the healing hut. But here she was.
She wanted to get whatever work awaited her this morning done
and out of the way, so she could go and play in her garden. She
carried with her a steaming mug of blackwine, held carefully
between two hands one wrapped firmly around the handle, the
other over the top as if willing the liquid to stay put in the
mug as she walked. She too carried her things as if she were
going off to war and never returning home, a side effect of
leaving Kar in the middle of the day with just a few bags of her
precious possessions. She carried a bag on her shoulders, as
well as her physician's satchel, and her bow was slung over her
shoulder same with the quiver of arrows.
So all in all the woman wrapped in Physician's green robe belted
around her waist as was her norm painted a rather comical
picture. The past few days had been spent working whatever spare
moments she could find in her greenhouse or in the garden. She
longed to get back to that peace as soon as the work of the day
let her. But she was making progress on the herbs she needed to
have year round finding their homes in the many clay pots she
had purchased at the Fair.
Pushing the door of the hut open with the toe of her boot after
finagling the handle to turn while balancing her precious
blackwine she made her way inside. She huffed, sending a stray
strand of blonde hair that had escaped her braids fluttering as
she made her way to the counter at the front that served as her
workstation. Though she had several in the building given she
was the only Physician, and with that she would drop the quiver,
drop the bag, and set the mug onto the worn wooden table with a
sigh. "Not a drop spilled," She congratulated herself with a
smile. Moving to the ledger behind the counter, and taking a
seat on the tall stool there, she flipped the pages open to her
notes and brought the blackwine to her lips, blue grey eyes
scanning with a soft appreciative hmmm as the dark unsweetened
liquid hit her tongue. Just the right temperature after her walk
from the cabin to the hut. "Perfect..." She muttered and reached
for her writing stick.
Merchant of Love
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
Freeport - Streets
-=is somewhere on or along the streets of Freeport making their
way through the village.=-
--|Primum, non Nocere|--: Perhaps it was too early for the
Physician to be awake, but it was the perfect time for Marcus
Lycus to be up and about. The Slaver was an early riser by
nature, for there was much to do in the early hours of managing
his house. Besides, he could hardly be expected to monitor the
activities of the House slaves who were up tending to laundry
and the kitchens from time to time if he always slept in.
Besides that, he did have on particular errand to see to today.
Thus it was he made his way to the kennel assigned to the slave
he named Yana. He had given her permission the day before to
start training as a Dancer and gotten a report of her natural
talents from the musician he'd hired to play for the first
lesson. He'd also gotten a repot from the slave Felicia that
Yana had effectively doubled the man's pay for his work. This
might have displeased Marcus if the musician hadn't inquired as
to the brothel on the House grounds afterwards. Besides,
bartering for the use of slaves cost him nothing and provided
additional instruction to the pleasure slaves in training. For
such was what Felicia had become, despite being intended to be a
bath slut. And it was fast what the former Lady Ydril was
becoming despite being slatted to be a Dancer. Still, there was
no reason she could not make that a focus and still be one.
Given Felicia's methods of training, Marcus had some idea of
what he might find in the kennel. Still, he had put the former
merchant's physical off long enough. More, it gave him an excuse
to finally call upon the Lady Physician who had offered her
services to him when he relocated to Freeport.
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:..
Freeport - Streets
-=is somewhere on or along the streets of Freeport making their
way through the village.=-
...Merchant of Love...: Yana was awake when the kennel door
slowly swung open, her and Felicia's bare bodies lying entwined.
The red headed slave was still asleep but the blonde had been
lying awake for some time, her mind reflecting on the events of
the previous night as she simply savoured the feeling of a warm
body next to her, a lover, for that was what Felicia now was,
and waking up next to someone was not something that Ydril ze
Omun had been familiar with, she having mostly been aloof,
distant,
Even on Asperiche when she had fucked the young Scribe, Teimos,
that had clearly been in love with the Lady Ydril, after they
had completed the act Ydril would rise, go to her own bed, so
this was unfamiliar for her, to feel the heat of another's body,
to hear the little sounds that Felica made as she slept, the two
of them having collapsed into each other's arms after a night
that Yana had though might never end, the former Physician of Ar
showing that she was well aware of the different parts of the
anatomy as they had pleasured each other with tongues, fingers,
lips.
But now shadow loomed over the doorway, the slave blinking as
she recognised who that shadow belonged to, she immediately
sitting bolt up right, causing Felicia to stir beside her as she
looked at you, naked, the scent of what had occurred clinging to
her.
"Master!"
Kardelen of Freeport
-Village of Freeport Head Physician-
Free Companion of Martin the Forester
Freeport - The Healing Hut
-=Within the surprisingly well-stocked and meticulously clean
clinic where Kardelen tends to the medical needs of the
Village=-
ALL: The hut was so far quiet, the girls who worked the building
had already gotten fires going in the hearths, the warmth filled
the air, and when she was done checking the ledgers, she also
had to make sure each of the rooms were ready for whatever would
occur today. So she stood, carrying the cup with her, as she
moved down the hall, each door to each treatment room opened,
and her blonde head peeking inside. Pristine, clean, and fresh
smelling treatment rooms greeted her behind each door.
Everything was as it should be, and thankfully even with the
ports open again and ships coming in and out of Freeport now
that spring had broken the ice on Thassa, things were quiet.
Which immediately made the Physician paranoid of course, because
in her life, things had never remained quiet for too long. She
stopped in the hallway, a frown crossing her expression. Eamon
still lived, at least till the Captains held whatever the trial
was that would determine his guilt before his execution. She
just wanted to see him dead, the slippery little sleen had
escaped imprisonment before, and she wouldn't put that chapter
of her life to rest till he was sent on to the city of dust.
Shaking her head she turned back to her workbench after
gathering some of the supplies from the back room. The girls had
washed bandages, and started to roll them, and that work hadn't
been fully finished, so she would do it herself.
Settling behind the counter, she would start rolling the
bandages just so, and waiting to see if anyone darkened her
doorstep this day, otherwise she sipped her blackwine and longed
for her greenhouse, which she would head back to if no one
showed up, but she would give it a little while before she
hurried back home.
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
Freeport - Private Residence
-=is within or around one of the many private residences found
within Freeport.=-
YanaProperty of the Hous: Marcus couldn't help but smile at the
sight of the two slaves besides each other in the straw. That
smile led to an outright laugh as Felicia stirred at Yana's
shifting and rolled up into a Nadu at the mention of their
owner.
"Master!" she exclaimed as well coming up to a kneel besides her
charge and now lover. She kept her eyes lowered, which was
unusual for the friendly and bold redhead. She was less worried
about being found outside her own kennel as she was being
discovered abed.
Marcus raised his hand to try and calm his property. "Calm your
bosoms, girls. I am not displeased. The musician was quite...
enraptured by your performance and I suspect I'll get much more
coin from him than he will cost me in instruction. Indeed, I'm
thinking of adding him to the staff. Easier than trying to find
a drummer passing through Freeport when I need one," he said
aloud. "Go and clean yourselves up, quickly. Felicia, you will
inspect the new girls from Sardar Fair in their kennels and
assess how well they display themselves. Yana, you will
accompany me to the physician today. Meet me in the Great Hall
in ten ehn."
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:..
Freeport - Private Residence
-=is within or around one of the many private residences found
within Freeport.=-
...Merchant of Love...: "Yes, Master!" Both slaves moved quickly
then, hurrying off in different directions. In Yana's case there
was time for a very quick dip in the slave baths, where she
washed off the scents of last night, hers,Felicia's, the
drummers quickly soaped off before she dried herself off with a
towel and threw a slave tunic over her head, one that was brief,
clung to her swells and curves as she smoothed it down.
They were going to see the physician. Yana found that was a
source of some trepidation, for she knew who the Physician of
Freeport was, or aleast presumed she did, for the last she had
been aware there was only one, and that was the Lady Kardelen.
It would perhaps be accurate to say that Ydril ze Omun and she
had never known each other particularly well, but they were
acquainted, through conversations at the Market and the Fair,
and a few visits that Ydril had paid to Freeport while resident
in Cardonicus, relating to reuniting to set up trade links
between here and that City, and so it was with a sense of mild
anxiety that she found herself back in the Hall just under ten
ihn later, for the only people that she had encountered that had
known Ydril ze Omun - other than her Master obviously - had been
slaves, she knew not how it would feel to kneel now before the
Lady Physician as slave before Mistress, was about to find out,
if indeed, the Lady recognised her, for after all, she would
have been accustomed to seeing her in the garb of a Merchant,
not the flimsy tunic of a slave.
She would find out soon enough as she knelt in the Hall, awaited
her Master
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
Freeport - The Healing Hut
-=Within the surprisingly well-stocked and meticulously clean
clinic where Kardelen tends to the medical needs of the
Village=-
--|Primum, non Nocere|--, YanaProperty of the Hous: When Marcus
made his way to the Great Hall, he found Yana ready to go.
Nodding approval but saying noting else, he retrieved a chain
leash and attached it to the ring under her chin. He would
perhaps make this trip a second time with a coffle of girls
acquired at Sardar Fair once he checked the Physician's
availability this day. For now though, he was content to make
the special trip with Yana.
His own feelings about acquiring the former merchant were not so
conflicted. She had gambled. She had lost. He had claimed what
was offered boldly and just as boldly given. Yet seeing she who
was the Lady Ydril now, he couldn't help but wonder if perhaps
he had been taken advantage of. There were many Free Women who
sought a collar to escape their past crimes and she had offered
herself into his protection should she have won. Effectively,
the only difference was that she property rather than guest but
he still had his own oath to protect her. Perhaps not legally
binding by the laws of Gor or Freeport. But the Slaver did have
honor of a kind.
Besides, he had found Lady Ydril charming on their few occasions
speaking before. And she did seem to be thriving from what he
had observed, personally and through the reports of his House.
He had no doubt she would prove an enthusiastic student of all
they had to taught. Particularly once today's business was done
and she was more free to explore everything her new station
entailed.
He said nothing about his as they journeyed. As a Master, he
owed his slave no explanations. And he senses she was nervous
enough without him speaking to her of what had passed between
them yet again. There would be time enough for talk later.
Thus they made their way to the Healing Hut and the smile he
held for conducting business was fixed when he came in,
escorting the slave on a leash.
"Tal, Physician," he said as he looked to the Lady in Green.
"Forgive me not calling upon you in person sooner, but there was
much business preparing for the Sardar Fair and afterward and I
heard you had your own hands full with the Greenhouse. I had
need of your services for one of my girls this morning and
perhaps more of them today if you have the time?"
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:..
Freeport - The Healing Hut
-=Within the surprisingly well-stocked and meticulously clean
clinic where Kardelen tends to the medical needs of the
Village=-
--|Primum, non Nocere|--, ...Merchant of Love...: The journey
through the streets of Freeport was conducted in silence, you
leading, your slave following, the leash attached to her collar
affording her no opportunity to dally as she heeled you, each of
us with their own thoughts, those thoughts veiled to the other.
For her part she was recalling the last time that she had walked
these streets with you, the early morning that you had taken her
to the Smith's, to be branded, to be marked, irrevocably, as a
beast, property, a slave girl of Gor, the consequence of a wager
lost, one which her honour had held her to every bit as firmly
as yours did you, she eschewing the chance offered to flee, to
retain her freedom at the cost of that honour, throwing her then
into a world that she was entirely unprepared for, but as we had
already discussed, she who had been Ydril ze Omun feared one
thing above all else, failure, so just as Ydril had strived not
to fail when she held title of Daughter, so too would Yana set
herself same goals.
Bare soles, then, padded across dirt and stone that was cold
underfoot, the knot of anxiety continuing to churn within her
stomach, for no rational reason other than that, perhaps, she
had been a Free Woman of Gor, knew well the contempt that Free
Women held for slaves, had dished out that contempt on more than
one occasion, scathing tongue serving to reprimand displeasing
slave as firmly as any whip, but now she was the subject of that
contempt, accordingly feared Free Women. Because she had once
been one.
Their destination was just ahead of them then, her Master
leading her in, she following behind, catching sight of familiar
figure of the Lady Physician, she swiftly finding her place on
her knees as her Master spoke with the Mistress, those knees
almost but not quite touching given the presence of a Free Woman
of Gor, her eyes cast downwards as she fought to keep breathing
even, wondered if she would be recognised, knowing that even if
she was not her former identity would almost certainly come up
at some point.
--|Primum, non Nocere|--
Kardelen of Freeport
-Village of Freeport Head Physician-
Free Companion of Martin the Forester
Freeport - The Healing Hut
-=Within the surprisingly well-stocked and meticulously clean
clinic where Kardelen tends to the medical needs of the
Village=-
...Merchant of Love..., YanaProperty of the Hous: Kardelen
looked up from her work as she heard the door start to move, one
hand hovered near the knife on her belt, but she still smiled
warmly as the door opened. One could never be too careful, and
of course as the slaver lead a new acquisition through her
doorway, she relaxed some, but not completely. One could also
never be too relaxed around a Slaver either. She set aside the
rolls of bandages and finished off the rest of her blackwine in
one fluid sip. "Tal to you Sir. Aye, my Greenhouse has been
taking quite a bit of my time since I've returned, but you could
have sent one of the girls here to fetch me, they're under
command to do so if someone shows up at the hut."
She stood and brushed her hands off on the front of her robes,
and she turned her blue-grey eyes to the woman who had been lead
in on a chain leash, she kept her expression neutral of course,
she was well-practiced in such things by now, as she'd seen
several slaves for physicals since setting up shop in Freeport.
"Aye I can see to this one today," She responded and would start
around the edge of the workbench looking over the girl who knelt
swiftly as the Free spoke. Her eyebrow went up slightly as she
looked to the girl's dress and condition before she glanced back
to the Slaver with a sigh. "She has been properly bathed I
hope," She stated as she started down the hall tot he first of
the open rooms. This one had no door and was meant primarily for
the examination of slaves. She stepped aside and would wait for
the two of them to enter the room, as most men, wished to be
present for such exams to know the quality of their property.
"And all the others as well, when you bring them, especially
those from the Fair, such filth can be carried back." The room
itself was impeccably cleaned, as Kardelen expected no less from
the girls that worked the hut, and there were two exam benches
spaced a few feet apart in the room. She leaned back against the
counter that housed her cabinet of supplies and crossed her arms
over her chest. "So basic exam and slave wine?" She questioned
the Slaver, although, by now, she of course had recognized the
slave. She had met her hands ago in the company of Kael if she
wasn't mistaken.
#Post#: 740--------------------------------------------------
Re: Yana is examined by Lady Kardelen, Physician of Freeport, in
the presence of her Master
DIR By: Yana{HoL}
Date: April 12, 2026, 3:12 pm
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Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
Freeport - The Healing Hut
-=Within the surprisingly well-stocked and meticulously clean
clinic where Kardelen tends to the medical needs of the
Village=-
--|Primum, non Nocere|--, YanaProperty of the Hous: The Slaver
took no offense at the question of the slave's cleanliness. It
was a fair point that some of his Caste did not care for their
girls in such matters. And the Physician barely knew him, of
course, of of the high standards he kept in his house. Instead
he smiled and nodded.
"Aye. Freshly bathed not half an ahn ago, though the baths I
hope will become famous in Freeport are not operational yet. Ah,
which reminds me. Deliver my thanks once again to your Companion
for his role in getting that rolling. I believe I owe you thanks
for that as well." He had met with Martin the Ranger of Freeport
briefly and he modestly noted his woman had accompanied him on
the expedition that found the hot springs that would soon pipe
hot water to Freeport thanks to his investment in an aqueduct in
the interest of helping his new home along.
Marcus looked to Yana and nodded. "Remove your tunic and sit on
the bench," he command casually before turning his attention
back to Kardelen.
"Actually, there was one other matter, which was why I escorted
Yana personally rather than sending her up with the new girls. I
acquired her before the Fair aid.... well... there is a more
delicate matter than slave wine I would seek your advice on."
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:..
Freeport - The Healing Hut
-=Within the surprisingly well-stocked and meticulously clean
clinic where Kardelen tends to the medical needs of the
Village=-
--|Primum, non Nocere|--, ...Merchant of Love...: The slave did
not look up as pleasantries were exchanged between the Master
and the Mistress, Yana unsure how well they knew each other,
well enough it seemed, though still air of formality lingered.
Perhaps that was on account of her Master's Caste, Free Women
often being uneasy around Slavers, though Ydril ze Omun had
known two, one, Darian Athuk, with whom she had concluded some
business, and another Marcus Lycus, with whom....well, it had
transpired that she had conducted business with him a well,
business that now led to the change in conversation, the Master
and the Mistress no longer speaking of pleasantries.
Now they were discussing her, the conversation about her though
she of course taking no part in it, in the same way that a verr
or a tarsk would not be invited to participate in conversation
by its Owner, though her cheeks did color slightly when the
Mistress made reference to her having been properly bathed, for
she had had literally five ehn to scrub away the scents of the
Drummer and Felicia from her body, which she had sought to do so
most vigorously, that no reek of sex would cling to her as she
followed the Master and Mistress down the hall and into a room
with no door, one that she presumed was where slaves were seen,
privacy not being a thing that one associated with owned
chattel.
"Yes, Master." The slave said quietly, her accent still that
hint of Tyrosi origin, flavoured with more refined speech of
Asperiche, she thinking that she recalled that the Mistress had
affiliating with Port Kar. Her tunic, then, was swiftly removed
as the matter of slave wine was discussed, it becoming clear
then that the bare body that was now displayed as she moved to
the bench, sat upon it, would soon be available to Men to use
for their pleasure.
Yana sat then, on the bench, naked, keeping her eyes lowered,
the northern bond maid brand burned cleanly into her left thigh,
the faint scar that ran from below left tit to right hip now
clearly revealed, it clearly not fresh, rather legacy of some
event in the slave girl's distant past.
--|Primum, non Nocere|--
Kardelen of Freeport
-Village of Freeport Head Physician-
Free Companion of Martin the Forester
Freeport - The Healing Hut
-=Within the surprisingly well-stocked and meticulously clean
clinic where Kardelen tends to the medical needs of the
Village=-
...Merchant of Love..., YanaProperty of the Hous: She never
knew, some men from what she'd seen one of Devon's conquests, a
Puddle, had been brought to her covered in mud and well left
dirty footprints through her hall, which had irritated her to no
end. It was no fault of the slave, they just do what they are
told after all. She nodded at the mention of Martin's finding of
the hot springs, and at least he'd included her in that as well.
He didn't have to, as it was Martin who knew the woods and land
around the village. "Aye, I accompanied him on that outing to
find those springs, but granted I am equally as excited to have
on demand hot water as I am sure you are for your fancy baths.
For both the healing hut, and eventually my own home."
As he instructed the slave to sit on the bench, Kardelen opened
the cabinet to her left with one of the many keys on a ring she
wore fastened to her belt. Supplies lined the cabinet, and she
started to withdraw items she would need for the examination of
the girl. She paused though as Marcus mentioned an additional
matter, and turned to look at him again. "A delicate matter?
Okay, what else is there Sir?" She asked with a curious tilt of
her head, wondering what it might be.
Although as the girl sat on the bench, Kardelen's exacting gaze
turned towards her, instantly spotting that scar that ran from
her breast to hip, it looked to be from some wicked wound. But
it was obvious the girl was Ydril, the merchant she had met
several times, now that she had more of a chance to look upon
her than the brief glance by the front door of the hut. And she
was cautious around Slavers, she kept things as smooth and
professional as she could be when talking to men like Marcus,
one mis-step and she too could find herself in the same position
as the slave now known as Yana. Kardelen in her profession
especially when back in Port Kar, had seen several Slavers, so
she was outwardly able to keep herself neutral and calm with
ease.
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
Freeport - The Healing Hut
-=Within the surprisingly well-stocked and meticulously clean
clinic where Kardelen tends to the medical needs of the
Village=-
--|Primum, non Nocere|--, YanaProperty of the Hous: As a Slaver,
Marcus was an expert on reading people. It came with his
training. Spying Free Women who showed an undue interest or
excitement in certain things was the main thing, of course, but
it also made him better than most at assessing trouble and
reading the room when striking a deal - a useful skill for any
merchant regardless of their merchandise. He was used to Free
Women being uncomfortable around him. Such was right and proper,
which was why he went out of his way to be polite and
gentlemanly when dealing with Ladies of the High Castes in their
own business and not his own. Despite this, he did not see the
sign of recognition that passed as Kardelen recognized the face
of the naked slave before her. But he did note her noticing the
cause for his concern as she turned and spoke the question.
"I think you see it now," Marcus said dryly even as he stepped
forward to run his hand along the scar. "I've heard that some
physicians have a trick for removing deep scars such as this one
- even removing brands. I have no need for that, of course, and
I've heard the procedure is not without risk. Still, I would
have this girl freed from the markings of a rough past if it
were possible," he said simply. There was no lie in the
statement, but he felt no need to explain Yana's history and how
there were even now bounty hunters searching for Ydril ze Omun
who might also be searching for a slave with that unique scar.
Better to make it seem like a matter of s Slaver wishing to
increase the asking price for a conquest that might be of more
value or a kindly Master seeking to undo the damage of a less
careful owner.
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:..
Freeport - The Healing Hut
-=Within the surprisingly well-stocked and meticulously clean
clinic where Kardelen tends to the medical needs of the
Village=-
--|Primum, non Nocere|--, ...Merchant of Love...: The slave sat,
on the bench, the only sound she made that of her breathing as
the conversation continued between the two, though her eyes did
drift towards the various things that the Mistress began to lay
out, this clearly to be a thorough examination, one that would
involve her being prodded and poked by the Mistress while the
Master looked on, something that was likely to be humiliating,
although that would be of concern to neither of them, hate as
she knew it would have been of no concern to Ydril were she to
have watched such a thing.
The Mistress's eyes then turned towards her, and just for a
second Yana found that they were looking at each other before
the blonde slave swiftly averted her gaze lest the Mistress be
displeased. That moment though was enough to settle matter in
her mind
She knows.
In truth, the anxiety had already lessened somewhat, for is it
often not he case that the anticipation of an event may be worse
than the event itself? That was not to say that the slave was at
ease of course, she most certainly was not, but ultimately
events now followed path that she could neither influence nor
control, rather must simply accept, that including the removal
of the scar, a thing that still left the slave conflicted, for
that scar was part of who she was, represented the day that she
had almost died in a cave on Tyros, had instead emerged to claim
that which she had since lost, title of Daughter of House ze
Omun, but she knew there were good reasons for removing the scar
if it was possible, for with it gone there would, truly, be
nothing left of Ydril, nothing for those who hunted her to find,
she would be gone, forever. The scar thus held weight,
significance, but of course whether it was removed or not was
not her decision to make, nor could she even break voice to give
thoughts n the matter, though she did listen keenly when her
master spoke of the procedure being not without risk.
--|Primum, non Nocere|--
Kardelen of Freeport
-Village of Freeport Head Physician-
Free Companion of Martin the Forester
Freeport - The Healing Hut
-=Within the surprisingly well-stocked and meticulously clean
clinic where Kardelen tends to the medical needs of the
Village=-
...Merchant of Love..., YanaProperty of the Hous: "Indeed I do,
it is quite impossible to miss Sir." She responded to Marcus as
he pointed out the slave's scar with a touch to the exposed
flesh. Kardelen moved closer then with a bit of a frown as he
spoke about removing the scar much like removing a brand. "Well,
scarring and branding are not so dissimilar, so if one can be
completely removed, so can another." Granted, she herself had
never performed such procedures before, however that didn't mean
she didn't know how. She had her parent's entire medical
histories and the work they'd performed in a book rescued from
her Karian infirmary by none other than Myron.
"Aye, with a few visits I could see it removed," She said softly
with a nod of her blonde head. Though the scar was wicked, she
could help it along to fading enough where it would no longer be
visible. She had noticed how the girl had averted her eyes, the
hint of recognition there and gone. Kardelen of course knew who
she had been, but it was no matter compared to who she was now.
Martin had once offered her that very same protection when she
was fleeing her own enemies. Enemies she hoped that would soon
be all dead and buried. "It will not be a pain free procedure,
unfortunately, but it should improve her value if that is what
you seek."
"And I will need for some of my herbs to finish their growing,
as special serums will be required for the removal," She then
stepped back. "Unless I were to travel much further south than
the Market to collect what I need..." She pondered this. "Either
option would take a few hands at least, if that is okay by you
Sir?" She turned to the cabinet, withdrew one of her treatment
journals and flipped to a blank page, she started making notes
about the scar, the thickness of it, the location. "Anything
other concerns beyond the scarring? I am sure you've done a
thorough looking over of the girl."
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
Freeport - The Healing Hut
-=Within the surprisingly well-stocked and meticulously clean
clinic where Kardelen tends to the medical needs of the
Village=-
--|Primum, non Nocere|--, YanaProperty of the Hous: Marcus shook
his head. "No concerns beyond that. And you are correct about my
own examinations. It is not so extensive as your own training,
of course, but Journeymen and Masters of my Caste are expected
to know some basics of medicine. Those concerned with detecting,
preventing and treating infections, largely, but enough that I
determined this girl was in good health when she came into my
care." That much was true, though he left it unspoken that most
of the Slaver's medical training involved knowing the after-care
of slaves following a whipping or branding and spying what few
sexually transmitted diseases the Physician Caste had not
obliterated on Gor long ago.
"As for it being painful and taking time, I expected as much.
Little in this world is without pain, and fewer still are the
things worthwhile that come without cost. As for the speed in
which you do it, I can wait until you have your herbs grown. I
had hoped to have this one ready by the next Sardar Fair."
Again, he omitted details he thought the High Caste Lady would
find distasteful. Chief among them Yana's desire to be a dance
and his own thought to make her one of his shills at the fair -
one of the girls who danced or posed on raised platforms before
a private pavilion, showing off and offering a promise of what
delights would be available for sale within the tents. Doubtless
the Physician knew of such things, but it was ungentlemanly to
discuss them.
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:..
Freeport - The Healing Hut
-=Within the surprisingly well-stocked and meticulously clean
clinic where Kardelen tends to the medical needs of the
Village=-
--|Primum, non Nocere|--, ...Merchant of Love...: <>A small
sound had tumbled from Yana'a lips when her Master's fingers
traced the line of the scar, the Mistress then stepping in
closer, examining it, the slave listening intently then, she
well aware of the value of that particular skill, taking note of
the fact that there would be pain involved in seeing her flesh
absent that scar, and that it would take a few hands before work
could begin, her Master then putting voice to desire to see the
procedure completed before the next Fair, the slave thinking
that she knew the reasons for that.
Her lips might also be seen twitching briefly when her Master
spoke of her coming into his care, she supposing that was one to
describe that day when she had been caught up in her own hubris
and pride, had spoken unwisely, rashly even, manouvered herself
into position that she could not easily have extracted herself
from, at least not without losing face.
But then she had almost won the wager had she not. Which would
have sent relationship between her and he who was now her Master
along an entirely different path.
But she had lost. And so now she sits, nude, collared, branded,
as she is discussed, soon to be examined and given slave wine.
--|Primum, non Nocere|--
Kardelen of Freeport
-Village of Freeport Head Physician-
Free Companion of Martin the Forester
Freeport - The Healing Hut
-=Within the surprisingly well-stocked and meticulously clean
clinic where Kardelen tends to the medical needs of the
Village=-
...Merchant of Love..., YanaProperty of the Hous: "Oh indeed we
can have it done before the next Fair," She said with a nod of
her head and writing some more elegantly scripted notes on the
page in the treatment journal. "That is more than enough time by
far.... as long as she's not too wrapped up in training I could
probably have it done in..." She paused to take a closer look at
the scar, and yes she even poked at the scar tissue to see how
deep it ran. "Four visits at most, three should do it."
She had never actually removed a brand, but scar tissue was a
stubborn thing, and it would involve multiple injections of a
serum that would stimulate the scar tissue to regenerate from
beneath the skin. "And of course the cost would be a bit higher
than an average visit, but I'm sure you guess that too Sir." She
nodded and set down the marking stick. "But we can discuss terms
and pricing at a later time, I am sure you have better things to
do than languish in a treatment room all day." She chuckled
softly. "The exam won't take too long at all, and the slave wine
of course. Do I have your permission to give the girl a small
piece of chocolate after? Some men prefer I don't, some don't
mind. It is of course to your discretion Sir."
At that time, she would start looking Yana over from head to
toe, collecting a measuring tape from her tray, she would turn
to the girl then. "Stand please, so I can take your height and
measurements for your papers." The measurements would start with
height, then neck, wrists, and ankles. She would document those
things, as she took each measurement in turn.
#Post#: 741--------------------------------------------------
Re: Yana is examined by Lady Kardelen, Physician of Freeport, in
the presence of her Master
DIR By: Yana{HoL}
Date: April 12, 2026, 3:14 pm
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Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
Freeport - The Healing Hut
-=Within the surprisingly well-stocked and meticulously clean
clinic where Kardelen tends to the medical needs of the
Village=-
--|Primum, non Nocere|--, YanaProperty of the Hous: Marcus
chuckled. "I do have other things to tend to, of course. But I
did want a chance to see your infirmary for myself after your
kind invitation. And under less than urgent circumstances. And
you may give her some chocolate after. I don't think a bit of it
will hurt her figure, but she'll have ample chance to work it
off later with her training."
Again, he left the details vague even if discussing slave dance
was hardly the sort of thing to upset a Physician who had
doubtless seen worse and thought of worse than naked, sweating
female flesh gyrating for the pleasure of Men.
He stepped back as the measuring began. Of course he had
measured the slave and noted it himself but a Physician's
confirmation was required for any paperwork regarding the sale
of a slave. Not that he had any intention of selling this one.
Not remotely. Not only because of his promise to Ydril ze Omun
but also because something about this newly forged slut had
captured his attention beyond the unusual circumstances that
made her his.
"I will be about my business then, Physician. But I will send
six more slaves from the fair for your inspection of that would
not be a burden this morning with the rest to come in
half-dozens for the rest of the week?"
He then turned his attention to his slave. "Yana, you are to
return home as soon as you are able."
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:..
Freeport - The Healing Hut
-=Within the surprisingly well-stocked and meticulously clean
clinic where Kardelen tends to the medical needs of the
Village=-
--|Primum, non Nocere|--, ...Merchant of Love...: The slave gave
no visible reaction when the Mistress poked at the scar tissue
before returning to her notes, the writing stick moving across
the page again. So by the time of the next Fair it would be
gone. Hopefully.
It seemed, then, that the matter of the scar had been addressed,
as the Mistress turned her attention to the matter of the
examination, and, of course, the slave wine, she commanding the
slave with all the poise and authority of a Free Woman of Gor.
"Yes, Mistress." Yana spoke softly, her tone the same as she
would have used had she been addressing the Lady Ivenia,
Mistress of the House of Lycus, or any other Free Woman for that
matter, respectful, no indication that we had ever known each
other as anything other than Mistress and slave, even if the
last time that we had shared words. in the market perhaps? - the
former Lady Merchant could never have imagined that they next
time we met she would now be standing before you naked, about to
be examined as a slave, given slave wine to drink.
Her eyes then turned to her Master, as he spoke, a smile as she
heard that she was to be allowed chocolate, but would have to
work it off later, her blue eyes lingering on him for a
heartbeat, for after she had had the slave wine there would be
other ways that she could work off a piece of chocolate, a smile
on her lips as she nodded her head. "Yes, Master. I will return
as soon as I can, Master." She would return to the House of
Lycus. She would return home.
--|Primum, non Nocere|--
Kardelen of Freeport
-Village of Freeport Head Physician-
Free Companion of Martin the Forester
Freeport - The Healing Hut
-=Within the surprisingly well-stocked and meticulously clean
clinic where Kardelen tends to the medical needs of the
Village=-
...Merchant of Love...: "Aye Sir, always have to check, some
don't permit the girls to have the treat, something about the
bitterness of the wine being important," She waved a hand a
little, not seeming to want to hear more about the training the
girl would likely endure later to work off what little of a
piece of chocolate she would receive. Once Marcus would give the
command to the girl to return home after the exam was done,
Kardelen would ask the girl a series of questions, starting with
name and former name, and going down the list. Broken bones,
dental issues, overall health and demeanor would be noted for
her examination records.
As she asked questions, she would verify the information, teeth
would be checked, joints, all of it. And all the while she would
add to her notes, until the exam was completed, and the final
task would be at hand. The properly measured dose of slave wine,
followed up by a sweet piece of chocolate the size of an earthen
quarter. "You will of course drink all of this, and when it is
done, you will have your treat. The wine is bitter, and well it
cannot be helped. As I'm sure you know."
And with the exam done, the wine given, and treat as well.
Kardelen would need to finalize the official documentation,
knowing she had others coming down from the House as well for
exams, once Yana had left, she would call to her girls who
worked the hut, telling them to clean and make ready the room
for more visitors. She wanted to be ready when they showed as
the sooner they finished, the sooner she could return to her
greenhouse and the herbs needed for Yana's scar removal.
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