<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong> Lird'yl d'Szeossen (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=329803)</strong></span><br/><strong>AC:</strong>22 (flat 18, touch 12)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><em>Aura of truth [zone of truth], 20 ft. (Will DC: 22), Blindsense, 20 ft.</em><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Lird'yl's Personal Torture Chambers/10:45 a.m./Ilmlim/Elvas'thrae</strong><br/><br/><em>NPC: Dirzyl Shi'quos</em><br/><br/>The second daughter bit her lower lip as the lowly half-drow began to force his way into her unlubricated ass.  Dirzyl did recall this one and the talent he had displayed in slaying all the weaker fools in her House.  He had struck quickly and efficiently, wielding a pair of oddly-curved knives, wading through fighter after fighter in the House Shi'quos.  Although she did possess a measure of confidence that if she were free that he would not have found her such easy prey.  In fact, if they had crossed blades today, he might not even be still breathing to perform the degrading act that he was doing now.  So she had no intentions of rewarding his efforts with a scream.  Even if it was true that Lloth reveled in the screams of her own, Dirzyl firmly believed that this was a test from the Spider Queen.  However, a strangled sounding grunt did escape her lips as he forced his way completely into her, burying his shaft to the hilt in her bowels as she felt bloated from the sensation.  And her ass was feeling quite sensitive from her niece's earlier licks so before long, her own sex began to ooze and drip, much to her shame.  Still, she did her best to keep her pride as someone from the House Shi'quos.<br/><br/>"Wael!  Ibilith!"  She cursed instead in drow, shouting the words for<em>'fool'</em>and<em>'excrement'</em>.  A glare was given to the half-drow from her eyes fogged both by pain and by pleasure.  And she attempted to twist her in her bonds, although they were too well-constructed so she could only hang there and await the next torment visited upon her.  Instead, she focused on the throbbing pain from her bound breasts and tried to ignore the growing heat of her own nethers.<br/><br/><em>NPCs: Shur'jss and Iivdril</em><br/><br/>Both the granddaughters of Shi'quos seemed to horrified at the prospect of what Elvas'thrae proposed.  However, there wasn't much fight in them as instead Iivdril began to snuffle as tears filled her eyes.  Obviously, the thought of being raped by a demonic dog did not appeal in the least to her.  Meanwhile, Shurjss seemed resigned as her shoulders slumped even in their bondage as she attempted to speak around the ring-gag still in her mouth to protest.  But also to begin to warm up her mouth because the younger drow knew that she would be needing to bring forth the best of her skills to avoid the treament Iivdril would suffer.