<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Lird'yl d'Szeossen</strong></span><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i548.photobucket.com/albums/ii331/Nolifeking_photos/drow2.jpg)</div><strong>HP:</strong>63/63<br/><strong>AC:</strong>20 (flat 18, touch 12)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/><strong>Lird'yl d'Szeossen's Bedroom/8:00 a.m./Dirzyl Shi'quos</strong><br/><br/>Languidly, the Matron Mother of d'Szeossen roused from her trance, amid the rumpled silken sheets of the enormous bed that dominated the room's landscape.  For several minutes, Lird'yl did not move but rather lingered beneath the sheets, luxuriating in their soft feel against her naked flesh as her right hand drifted down towards her sex and idly stroked it.  Once, twice, thrice, her fingers caressed her most intimate parts with a small sigh escaping her lips as the first traces of moisture began to collect on its tips.  But once her blood had begun to thrum from the sensation, she slowed her pace before fully opening her eyes, a predatory glint coming to them.  The duties, and more importantly, the intrigues of the day called to her and she knew that there would be plenty of time to satiate her senses later in the evening.  Preferably from the lips and fingers of another, whoever that blessed person was.<br/><br/>For now, it was time to begin another day in Erelhei-Cinlu.<br/><br/>And so, like a number of her other days, Lird'yl's began before the small, personal altar erected to Lolth.  Still naked, she knelt before it and gracefully genuflected until her long, elaborate white tresses pooled on the floor.  Minutes ticked by as she remained there, chanting a familiar phrase on those luscious lips.<em>"Zud'dar uns'aa, Lloth."  &lt;Test me, Lolth.&gt;</em>It was a prayer she had learned to utter from the days of her youth and one that had never failed her.  The tests had come; the trials had come, and Lird'yl had been made stronger for it.  Strong enough that now the House of d'Szeossen was fast becoming one of the premier Houses of Erelhei-Cinlu.  Even recently the Spider Goddess had shown her approval in a silent war between d'Szeossen and Shi'quos.<br/><br/>Now, only d'Szeossen remained.<br/><br/>Raising her head, Lird'yl's eyes went to the elaborately spun web on which a large, bloated female spider hung.  The web had been painstakingly constructed, representing countless days of toil.  Delicate, yet strong.  And to finish her daily ritual, the Matron Mother reached to a small glass jar to the side before removing a small fly.  With a practiced flick of her fingers, the fly landed in the web, fast becoming stuck, as the spider did not initially move.  As as if enjoying its newest captive's frantic struggles.  Then, it inexorably began to make its way over to its prey before beginning to layer it with more and more silken threads.  A fine meal for later midday, no doubt.  And with a bloodless smile, Lird'yl also prepared for her day.  Patiently laying out her webs.<br/><br/>~*~*~<br/><br/>Her first stop was the adjoining chamber at the southwest end of her bedroom.  Passing through, she breathed in appreciatively the air, which had the stale odor of sweat and fear.  These were her personal torture chambers, shielded by strong magicks from prying eyes, where she was free to enjoy herself with her captured prey.  And there, Lird'yl regarded her latest captive with pleasure-lidded eyes.  This one, the second daughter of the House of Shi'quos, awaited her pleasure.  A metal bar rested underneath her arms, which were pulled behind her back.  Another bar of similar size rested in the crook of her knees as her feet were pointed upward to the ceiling.  Thick, leather straps secured the bars to her lithe form and a pair of heavy manacles encircled her wrists.  The finishing touch was a thick posture collar of seamless metal, which was locked so that her head was forced to tilt downward at an angle.  The result was a submissive kneeling pose with a provocative arch which presented those firm globes of tit-flesh to anyone entering the room.  Almost as if requesting someone take each one in hand and begin to firmly knead them beneath those tiny black strips of silken cloth that immodestly covered them.  To ensure any trickery was denied, a metal ring gag with muzzle straps decorated her face with a large leather plug filling her mouth.<br/><br/>Off to the side, another pair of female drow, far younger, uncomfortably shifted.  Naked as the day they were born, each one was in a metal cage barely large enough to contain her.  Manacles also decorated their wrists and ankles and a simple leather gag silenced them.  These three were the captives of the House of Shi'quos, spoils of the war that had taken place.  And while it had been unfortunate that they had been forced to kill many that day, there were still some prizes to be had.  Namely, Dirz'yl Shi'quos, second daughter to the former Matron Mother, and her daughter as well as a niece to the now deceased first daughter.<br/><br/>The war had taken place almost a month ago and Lird'yl had been content to let the second daughter cool her heels in one of the secret prisons located in the deepest part of the House.  In the previous weeks, she had been amusing herself by working on the two younger drow and they were coming along nicely.  Perhaps when they were fully trained, an auction at the Ghetto of Chattels would have to be held as they were sold off to the highest bidder.<br/><br/>But Dirzyl...Lird'yl had been saving the second daughter for last.  She was going to enjoy her time with this one.  And so, Lird'yl plucked a thin, wooden cane from the nearby wall containing various implements of torture as she swung it back and forth experimentally as it made a low-pitched shrieking noise.   Then, she leaned forward and ungagged Dirzyl, allowing the second daughter to swallow for the first time today to try and work some moisture back into her mouth.<br/><br/>"So tell me," Lird'yl asked almost teasingly as her other hand stroked the second daughter's face before gripping her chin commandingly.  "How does the whore from the now-defunct House of Shi'quos feel?  Some time alone in the prison cells may have undoubtedly loosened your tongue.  Perhaps you have some words to share with me?  Maybe even some...<em>secrets?</em>"  The last word was hissed out sensuously as Lird'yl slowly began to trace her hand down Dirzyl's neck.<br/><br/>Down and down it went until it rested on the other drow's right breast.  And with a teasing pinch, Lird'yl gripped the nipple that was beneath the silken cloth and gave a half-twist.  Nothing painful yet, simply a light jolt of sensation to test out her captive's response.  And then, the Matron Mother licked her lips.  She definitely was going to enjoy this.