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       Yana and Sinnabun   
   DIR By: Tula
       Date: April 14, 2026, 12:09 pm
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       Yana
       -=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
       Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
       The nature of how things had transpired was such that sometimes
       it still felt like a dream, only it was not. The collar that was
       locked around her throat was real, soo too the brand burned into
       her left thigh, but had anyone told her two months ago that not
       only would she be slave but that she would be....
       ....Happy?
       She had, after all, confessed as much to her Master the other
       night, when he had been conversing with the Mistress, the Lady
       Zyra, she who had first welcomed Ydril ze Omun to the House of
       Lycus. Her Master had asked her if she was happier as slave than
       as a Free Woman and she had replied that she was. And of course
       a slave cannot lie to her Master. She was happy.
       Yana
       The nude blonde prowled into the Great Hall of the House of
       Lycus, the air caressing her bare flesh as she looked about, saw
       that the Hall was quiet at this ahn, the Master and the
       Mistresses of the House no doubt engaged in their business. Once
       upon a time Yana, too, would have been preoccupied with such
       matters, would have been at the Market, or negotiating a trade
       deal, sometimes on behalf of the House ze Omun, sometimes on
       behalf of Cardonicus, and sometimes, if truth be known, on
       behalf of herself. She had been a skilled negotiator, had often
       haggled shrewdly, for her Mother had taught her well, seen that
       the former she urt had not only learned the art of the Merchant
       but excelled at it, for that was what had been expected of one
       who would carry title of Daughter of House ze Omun.
       Now though, such things were the business of the Free, were no
       longer her concern, for she was no longer Free, she was a slave.
       Sinnabun
       Kneeling in the shadows by the wall, I see Yana entering the
       hall, obviously deeply in thought. I wait for a few ihn and then
       call out. "Yana ... what are you doing?"
       Dahlia
       having seen to what she needed to do in Mistress' chambers and
       office she made herself mostly presentable brushing hair,
       washing face and settling tunic to cling to her curves she
       walked the hallways and soon made her way into the great hall
       stopping just as she entered and looking about
       Yana
       Your voice breaking into reverie of her thoughts, Yana turned to
       see you kneeling there looking at her. Smiling, the naked blonde
       replied. "Tal, mistress." She had, after all, been instructed
       that you were to be addressed as such. "I was..." bare shoulders
       wrinkled onto a shrug "I was reflecting on a question that the
       Master asked me." Her smile lingered, she wondering if you would
       pick up on the nuance, that while you may be the one that she
       called mistress, it was the word Master that she dropped into
       the conversation, not quite as a challenge.
       Sinnabun
       “I'm quite sure that you don't need several ahn to reflect on a
       question. This hall on the other hand … did you ever clean
       floors, pretty Yana?”
       Dahlia
       hearing voices in the hall and thankful for her petite size she
       remains along one of the walls of the hall and finds a spot
       where she can kneel down and remain out of sight while she
       listens to mistress and Yana talk
       Yana
       "Well, it was a weighty question." Yana replied, her smile
       lingering, though it was one that did not spread to eyes,
       remained only on lips. "I am sure you have had to ponder such
       questions when he asked them of you." She then turned her
       attention to the Hall. "Only since I arrived here." She had,
       after all, cleaned the floors more than once she had come to the
       House of Lycus, usually alone.
       Sinnabun
       “Then you can ponder it while being productive,” I say,
       suspecting that my smile is about as honest as Yana's.
       “You can find water and a brush over there,” I point towards a
       cupboard at the wall. “I fear the water isn't warm anymore but
       it sufficient for scrubbing floors. Especially … you know that
       you're expected to look beautiful and submissive while cleaning
       these stones?”
       Yana
       Yana simply held your gaze as we exchanged clearly fake smiles.
       Standing here, like this, looking at you....it reminded her a
       little of the cave in Tyros, the one that two girls had entered
       but only one had emerged from, the scar on the blonde's belly a
       legacy of that day. Had the other she urt struck a little deeper
       than Yana would not be here to have this conversation with you
       Sinnabun. But she had not struck deeper. And so she had remained
       in the cave, food for the varts, while Yana had staggered out,
       holding her insides within her body.
       That had been a lifetime ago of course.
       In truth she had no desire to make an enemy of you. She thought
       that it would be better to have you as a friend. But if we were
       to be enemies so be it. The blonde had stared down more fearsome
       foes than you before, ones armed with more than a switch. "Yes,
       mistress.." Still, she made no attempt to move, a stray thought
       crossing her mind then, "What were you, before you came here?
       Free? Or were you born slave?" Her to me was light, almost
       casual, though she seemed genuinely curious.
       Sinnabun
       “I was free … a citizen of glorious Ar. The Cosian scum
       occupying the jewel of Gor enslaved me, like so many other
       daughters of the families opposing the traitorous Talena.”
       I didn't exactly lie but I see no reason to tell the blonde
       kajira that I was captured by mercenaries trying to escape the
       city during the rebellion when I foolishly ignored the warning
       about the streets not being safe and wanted to visit a friend.
       “And though I was once a citizen of the most revered citizen of
       Gor, I've scrubbed floors, making men looking at me full of
       desire, stiffening under their tunics and forgetting about their
       daily work. And you … you'll learn to do so, too.”
       Yana
       "Glorious Ar...." she nodded. "I should have noticed the
       accent." Her tone, now, was almost conversational. "I knew a
       General of Ar once." It was true, she had made the acquaintance
       of such a man, Kostas, whose left eye had been taken by a Cosian
       blade, the empty socket covered by a patch. The blonde recalled
       how he had disapproved of her preference for the wines of Cos
       when she had been free.
       Looking at the floor again she nodded. "I have no doubt I
       shall."
       Sinnabun
       <p> <p> “Yes, you'll learn … I'm sure the general would enjoy
       seeing you like that, Yana. Now … get down on all fours and
       start crawling. Make sure that you present your assets to me … ”
       Yana
       The nude blonde actually laughed out loud at that. "Oh, I have
       no doubt about that. He would. most certainly enjoy watching me
       crawl naked across the floor." Her eyes lingered on you a moment
       longer, as though perhaps contemplating saying something else,
       before she simply shrugged, smiled.
       "Yes, mistress."
       Sinnabun
       “Then imagine his eyes on you … and a whip in his hands if you
       aren't pleasing, pretty kajira!”
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