<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Lird'yl d'Szeossen</strong></span><br/><strong>AC:</strong>20 (flat 18, touch 12)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/><strong>Torture Chambers/8:00 a.m./Dirzyl Shi'quos</strong><br/><br/>At Dirzyl's defiant response, the Matron only had a single retort.  Lird'yl gave a sharp, vicious twist, crushing the nipple between her fingers, the thin, black cloth providing no protection as her nails dug into the tender flesh.  And with each passing second, she increased the pressure in her fingertips, further flattening it as she roughly pulled upward on the other drow woman's breast, stretching the firm globe even more taut.  "Oh-ho, it seems as if the House of Shi'quos not only has a lack of intellect, but manners as well.  Did not your mother ever teach you,<em><strong>Alundra's taunts rang loud, but her screams even louder?</strong></em>" she spoke, referencing an old drow adage taught to children concerning a despicable female surface elf, claimed to be of a royal line, who was captured on a raid to the surface.  She had been defiant intially, but the legends had it that eventually her pleas for mercy reached the entire city, the leading Matron of the House Tormtor using a magical effect to amplify it.  The lesson was simple: when one was captive to another, words meant nothing.  And often would result in worse punishment.  Rather, a wise drow should obey, if sullenly, and look for an opportunity for escape or revenge.<br/><br/>Then with a touch of contempt, Dirzyl's nipple was released as the breast bobbled slightly.  With a weighing look, Lird'yl appeared to make a decision.  "Perhaps your day will be better spend in contemplation and penance for speaking in this way to your betters," she remarked before putting the wooden cane in her hand on the floor.  Then, she walked over to a nearby wall, containing a variety of implements of torture.  After scanning it, she plucked an instrument from it and came back to the bound form of Dirzyl.  In her hands, she held two, metal rectangular boards.  They were joined together by a pair of large, tightening screws, one at each side. Their purpose was unknown, but looked rather intimidating.  Placing the boards on the floor next to the cane with a loud clacking noise, Lird'yl then produced a knife, the dull gleam of cold-iron on it.  Carefully, with her other free hand, she grabbed the thin, black string in the center of Dirzyl's top and pulled as her breasts sprang free.  With a smile, Lird'yl noted the darkening color of her right nipple, undoubtedly tender from Lird'yl's earlier ministrations.  Then, with the knife she cut free the shoulder straps, letting the black cloth fall to the floor.<br/><br/>Putting away the knife once more, Lird'yl picked up the boards as she pried them apart, undoing the screws.  Then, she carefully fitted the bottom board beneath the swell of Dirzy's bountiful chest.  And the device's nefarious purpose became clear as Lird'yl began to tighten the screws as the top board began to sink downward, crushing the other drow's breasts and flattening them.  The whole time, Lird'yl turned the screws not paying heed to any words, curses, or pleas that might come out of her captive's mouth.  In fact, she did not stop until she could turn the screws no more, the breasts flattened out like pancakes, the pressure causing the top of them to protrude and overhang the metal boards as they began to turn a lovely deeper shade of purple.  Inspecting her work, Lird'yl licked her lips.  "Yes, that looks quite lovely.  Now, let me give you a taste of some of<em>my musky spunk</em>as you so lovingly put it," she remarked as she picked up the gag-and-muzzle combination that had been discarded to the floor.  Then, she lovingly, tauntingly, took the leather plug and slipped it beneath her dress to rub against her sex.  Back and forth, she rubbed it as a lewd moans escaped her lips and fresh juices coated the surface of the plug.  The look of disgust on her captive's mouth along a touch of horror got her even hotter as she began to rub faster against the lips of her sex.  After making sure the leather had fully soaked in her scent and taste, Lird'yl pulled the plug free with a wet sound and then forced the gag beneath Dirzyl's lips, gripping her jaw to force it open before cruelly tightening the straps over her head, making sure that the plug filled her mouth.<br/><br/>"Enjoying yourself?" she taunted her now gagged captive as she went back to the wall of torment before coming back with a few more items.  In this case, it was a pair of square nipple clamps fashioned in the same way as the boards now flattening Dirzyl's breasts.  These went onto the other drow's nipples as Lird'yl coaxed them to hardness by sensuously rubbing them back and forth until they were erect little daggers.  Then, she cruelly tightened the screws on them much like she had done the boards, crushing the little nubs of flesh in their vice-like grip.  Afterward, spidersilk was tied to each of them before Lird'yl carefully threaded the two strands of silk through an eyebolt that hung overhead slightly in front of Dirzyl.  A tiny pan was added as a counterweight as it dangled and spun back and forth, the weight tugging Dirzyl's breasts upward and deepening the arch in her spine.<br/><br/>Satisifed with her work, Lird'yl picked up the thin, wooden cane once again.  And then fished out a few fat golden coins off to the side.  Holding them out, she let Dirzyl see them and see the seal of the House Shi'quos on them.  "What I am wondering is the location of the remainder of these.  Unless the House Shi'quos was run by paupers in addition to fools, I imagine that there should be quite the hoard hidden away somewhere."  With a cruel smile fully adorned her lips, she spoke the next words.  "But the second daughter apparently needs some help remembering," she stated even as the thin cane whipped out landing flat on Dirzyl's left breast with a loud<strong>thwack</strong>as an angry, red line was drawn vertically in perfect form.  Then, Lird'yl playfully dropped the coin onto the pan as the weight of the gold pulled the string upward ever-so-slightly, increasing the pull on Dirzyl's breasts and the pressure on her spine.  And even more, she relished the gagged howl that came from the other drow's lips despite her best efforts to hold it in.  Nine more times this same action was repeated, Lird'yl taking her sweet time in dealing out the strokes and the coins until the pan hung much lower than before, the tips of Dirzyl's breasts stretching into minature cones, with five thin, vertical red welts decorating each breast in an almost artistic fashion as her spine was bent further until face now pointed upward, with her body tilted backwards even despite the posture collar keeping her head bent downward.  And for a fleeting moment, Lird'yl was tempted to straddle that haughty face and ride it until she climaxed.  But instead, a much more wicked thought came to mind.<br/><br/>Going over to the cages, Lird'yl gave a sinster chuckle as the two female drow inhabitants flinched.  At first, they had been so defiant.  But now, they were only shadows of themselves and hardly resisted as the Matron Mother took them out of the cages.  Then, she secured Dirzyl's daughter, Iivdril, to her mother's face, a pair of leather straps around her slender thighs before connecting it to Dirzyl's posture collar, pressing the young female drow's slit against the gagged lips of Dirzyl.  And with the niece, Shurjss, this one was collared and placed inbetween Dirzyl's spread thighs.  But not before Lird'yl pulled down the tiny bit of white cloth that served as a thong covering the second daughter's sex.  However, she did not fully remove them, but rather left them messily stretched around her thighs as a way of humiliation.  Then, Lird'yl moistened her thumb by sucking on it before proceeding to work the digit in between Dirzyl's ass.  "Yes, resist me!" she half-shouted when she felt the second daughter clench against the violation as she forced her thumb in little by little.  Once it was fully inside the other drow, she pistoned it in and out until the second daughter's snatch began to moisten and drip despite her best efforts to resist the skilled ministrations of the Matron.  Then, a collar went on Shurjss' neck and a pair of leather straps went around Drizyl's thighs before she joined them with chains as the younger drow's face was pressed between the second daughter's sex.  Her gag was replaced with a metal ring so her tongue could freely lick the puffy, glistening lips.<br/><br/>"Now, I must be off for the rest of my day, but I am issuing a little competition.  Shurjss will do her best to make Dirzyl cum like the slut that she is.  And for each orgasm Dirzyl has, I will add one additional stroke from my cane to her tits and an additional gold coin to the pan while subtracting five strokes from both Iivdril and Shurjss.  Dirzyl, on the other hand, must do her best to make her daughter, Iivdril, cum because she's a slut like her mother.  And for each time Iivdril orgasms, I will subtract one stroke from the cane and remove a coin from the pan of Dirzyl but both poor Iivdril and Shurjss will receive five strokes on their ass.  And if for some reason, none of you want to play this game then I will simply choose whatever penalties I wish on all three of you."  Lird'yl then began to laugh triumphantly.  "May the best team win."  And with a playful nudge against Shurjss' back, the young drow began to lick Dirzyl's spread crotch, apparently determined that if anyone were to suffer a punishment it would be the older drow woman she called aunt.<br/><br/>Then, Lird'yl set off about the rest of her day.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Hallway Leading to Dining Hall on the Third Floor/8:30 a.m./Glib'lith/Ilmlim/Elvas'thrae</strong><br/><br/>The Matron was making her way to dine with the rest of the more privileged members of the House when she sensed the imp, her hyper-trained sense picking up on its presence seconds before it appeared.  She coolly regarded the tiny, fluttering creature before her with a measured look.  "Oh? And what message does your master bring?  Be quick for I have much to finish for my day."  She fully intended to meet with the new House mage, Elvas'thrae, before the day was over.  And she'd make sure to bring Ilmlim along because of the protection he might afford against the unknown element that the mage represented.  After all, Elvas'thrae had murdered her eldest son in a mages' duel.  Admittedly though, her son had been a fool and Lird'yl had hardly shed a tear in passing.  She had been more concerned in securing a new House mage to replace him and the one who had slain him seemed like a most appropriate choice.  But still, she needed to see if he would be useful to House d'Szeossen.  So Ilmlim was her insurance, having caught her eye in the past few months with his skill.  Even if he was simply a half-breed mongrel.  But he did have a skilled tongue.  This plus the above mentioned skill were enough for him to currently be favored even as much as her current consort, Vesz'erd, who undoubtedly was feeling quite uneasy at having a new upstart rival that could challenge for the Matron's affections.