Her vision blocked except for a bit of light filtering in at the bottom of the improvised mask, letting Taenya look down at pert breasts that bounced as she walked.  Bare feet moving along smooth but uneven cavern floors, she felt herself practically dragged along by the drow with the whip.  The dark skinned elf had looped the whip around Taenya's wrists, binding them and using it as a leash to lead her blindly.  It wasn't long before the sounds of others around became apparent and the urge to pull off the loincloth was strong, especially as she heard comments that she thought might be directed towards her.<strong> "Prime surface elf cunt," "pale white cow tits," </strong>and<strong> "Iblith ass"</strong>seemed to be directed at her, though the mistress leading her made no reaction.<br/><br/>That is until suddenly she heard another call out, in drow, a language that Taenya could understand,<strong> "V'kila, new slave?"</strong><br/><br/>She felt the mistress stop and managed to stop before walking into the drow as the mistress who led her, apparently named V'kila, stopped and began speaking to the male voice who'd addressed her.<strong>"Yes, just picked her up.  This filth had the nerve to look me in the eyes and speak to me without permission, so she is being taken blindfolded to be properly disciplined."</strong><br/><br/>She could feel a presence behind her, and suddenly a hand grabbing one ass cheek, sqeezing it roughly and then pulling to the side, and a light draft tickling the tight pucker of her asshole as the voice growled behind her,<strong>"I'll teach her right here in the street if you like."</strong><br/><br/>She felt the whip around her wrists pull her forward half a step,<strong>"Maybe some other time Zr'adit.  You broke my last iblith, and I'm in a hurry.  Now be off."</strong><br/><br/>Then with that Taenya almost stumbled as the  whip yanked her forwards again and she was stumbling to catch up to V'kila.  A short while later she felt stairs under her feet and then passing through several doors before the blindfold was finally removed and thrown to the ground, discarded, and leaving her alone with the drow mistress again.  This certainly didn't look like a torture chamber, more of a living room, done in dark colors and lit by magical faerie fire along the ceiling.  V'kila strode to a couch and flopped down upon it, coiling her whip up and glaring at Taenya.<br/><br/><strong>"You died,"</strong>she said simply.<strong>"I fed you the poison myself, it was absolutely lethal.  I watched your death throes, and checked to see you were dead before getting those kobolds to dispose of your body.  So tell me how it is that you're here, hale, hearty, and without any of the signs of the bloodburn that ran through your veins and burst through your skin.  For one doesn't simply come back from that easily and I'm not one to let such a mystery slide."</strong>