<strong>Location: Faeremhara's throne room<br/>Time: Morning</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Faeremhara Llaeloth</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132185.msg5877576#msg5877576)</span><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1166.photobucket.com/albums/q609/Sister_Acacia/drow-hierarchy.gif)</div><strong>HP:</strong>99/99<br/><strong>AC:</strong>22 (flat 17, touch 16)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>Faeremhara watched with barely-concealed excitement as Trinadril carefully stripped naked, making sure not to damage a single piece of the garment she was removing. When it was removed, carefully folded and handed to a maid, the Matron Mother slowly advanced, looking over the beauty of her adopted daughter.<br/><br/>"I want you to understand two things. The first is that I am keeping you alive and in your position... though with more supervision... because I value your skills. Replacing you would be difficult, although if it happens again, it is a difficulty I will endure. And secondly, when I am done with you, you will feel such pain that being sacrificed to Lolth would seem merciful by comparison."<br/><br/>At that, practically without warning, she swung the rod down, letting the tip of it smack directly against one exposed, tender nipple. The reaction - one of pure agony - was instant, yet Trinadril managed to stand firm and not move away or try to shield herself. Faeremhara then delivered a backhand stroke to the other breast, likewise leaving a cruel welt across the nipple. And the beating continued...<br/><br/>The punishment was long and drawn out - she first made sure to cover almost every inch of the half-breed's breasts, even making her lift them by the swollen nipples so she could thrash the undersides. And that was not the end of it. With a clear, firm voice she commanded Trinadril to kneel, lowering her head to the floor - bottom facing Xhyri directly so as to provide her with the best view - and Trin didn't dare disobey. She knew her choices were to accept the agony and humiliation yet return to a wealthy job after that, or to disobey and be slain.<br/><br/>What followed was a vicious assault of the rod upon the half-elf's buttocks, covering them with thick welts and bruises, the skin going from onyx black to a deep red colour as the blood rose to the surface, actually discolouring the black flesh. After perhaps one hundred strokes she paused, and Trinadril foolishly thought it was over, breathing a sigh of relief.<br/><br/>"Spread your cheeks, Trinadril. Reach back and spread them wide apart."<br/><br/>With a soft sob, the silkweaver did as she was instructed, showing all of her secrets to the Yochlol - and to Andariel. Faeremhara then sat upon Trinadril's back, raised the rod... and delivered five blistering strokes straight down, welting her adopted daughter's anus.<br/><br/>"...there. Let none say that I am merciful or forgiving. Trinadril, you may now rise and depart. You will return to your business as normal, you will take your pay as normal... and if this ever happens again your blood will be an offering to our goddess."<br/><br/>Trinadril shuddered with agony, but still made sure to rise slowly and place a kiss on the Matron Mother's thigh, under her leather skirt, very high up indeed. She then stood and left as fast as her pain allowed her to. Faeremhara turned back to Xhyri.<br/><br/>"Do you feel that was sufficient?"