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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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