Varassa spent the next hour meeting with her scout commander discussing his latest foray to the surface, and by the end she'd even learned the male's name: Maliveth. His supplicants were far less relevant, of course, though they did provide her with a detailed map of the surface region surrounding the ancient temple above. Soon, perhaps, she could convince the Matron Mother to move their outpost further south, and they would be within easy reach of nearly a dozen villages and small rivvin settlements. One of them might have even been Weylin and Solemi's home.
For now, however, the region was secure, and she ordered Maliveth and his men to relax for the next few days. None of them was foolish enough to ask her any further questions about the new prisoners, though she did remind them that no one was to enter the dungeon without her permission. She wanted her new pets to remain unspoiled for as long as possible...
After conducting the evening ritual at the Spider Queen's shrine, Varassa finally returned to the dungeon. She once again spiraled down the staircase, and the clicking of her heels echoed off the stone walls. All the glow-stones had been suppressed at her orders, and the prisoners had been sitting in complete darkness or several hours now. She half-expected them to leap out from the shadows and attempt to overpower her—after all, any self-respecting drow would have used this opportunity to mount an escape. But thankfully they weren't drow, and they clearly knew better than to challenge her rule.
"Hello again, my pets," she said as she rounded the corner and approached them. "Are you ready to serve your mistress again?"
Weylin nodded even though he couldn't see her. Varassa smiled and whispered a word of magic, and a heartbeat later a tiny ball of light materialized in the air at the center of the chamber. The surfacers blinked and squinted as their weak eyes struggled to adjust. Solemi hadn't moved an inch; she remained crouched on her knees, immobilized by her restraints. Weylin's seed had dried against her cheeks and clothing, and Varassa nodded in approval. The niskaru looked exactly like the pathetic surface slut she was. That was good—she was about to be given another lesson in submission.
"Excellent," Varassa said. "I've heard that young rivvil males possess considerable sexual endurance—is this true?"
"I...I'm not sure, mistress," Weylin managed.
"How can you not know your own body?" she asked, stepping back over to him. She reached out and cupped his testicles in her fingers, and his flaccid member almost immediately came to life in her palm. "There, you see? I knew you wouldn't disappoint me."
He clamped down on his lip, trapped somewhere between arousal and terror, and Varassa chuckled in amusement.
"For now, however, your task is merely to watch," she told him, releasing her grip. "It is time for me to give your lover the attention she deserves."
Varassa turned on a heel and stepped back in front of Solemi. The girl was still quivering, though whether her muscles trembled in fear or rage was difficult to tell. Her eyes were filled with roughly equal parts of both.
"Actually, there is one more task you can perform for me, Weylin," Varassa said, unsheathing her dagger. "Take this."
Weylin's cheek twitched. He was probably trying to decide whether or not this was a trap, but eventually he stepped forward and took the offered blade.
"I want you to disrobe your mate," Varassa ordered. "Quickly...and completely."
He hesitated for a moment, but just before she scolded him he gently took the blade and then leaned down over his lover. At first, he started unclasping the straps of her blouse by hand, but Varassa shook her head and nodded to the knife. Swallowing heavily, Weylin began to surgically cut piece after piece of cloth until the woman's blouse and skirt completely fell away.
Surprisingly, Solemi's niskaru body was even more attractive naked. The subtle curve of her hips was a perfect complement to her sleek, slender frame. Her breasts were slightly larger than Varassa's, and evidently some of Weylin's seed had trickled down to the girl's nipples before drying against her skin.
"Do you wish me to remove her bindings as well?" Weylin asked gingerly.
"Not just yet, no," the priestess said, retrieving her dagger from him. "She must earn the right to speak. She's clearly never been taught how to behave as a proper female, and so that duty now falls to me." Varassa turned back to Weylin. "Help her up onto the bed. I want her on her back."
Nodding, Weylin gently squeezed Solemi's arms and helped her stand despite the bindings around her wrists and ankles. He then shuffled her backwards and laid her down upon the dungeon's only mattress.
"Very good, slave. You are free to watch, but you will not touch yourself." Varassa grinned in amusement at his rock-hard member. She could probably make him erupt with a single tug or lick. "Not until I give you the order. Understood?"
"Of course, mistress," he managed. "Y-you're...you're not going to hurt her, are you?" "I will do whatever is necessary to teach her proper behavior. Now go and stand in the corner."
He nodded and obeyed, and Varassa paced back in forth in front of the bed. After letting Solemi's imagination run wild for a few moments, the priestess leaned down and used her dagger to slice open the restraints binding the other woman's feet.
"These won't do at all," Varassa said. "I can't afford to let you get used to having your knees together, not with what I have planned for you."
The priestess whispered the words to another spell, and soon a pair of shimmering spider-silk bands draped down from the ceiling. Solemi gasped in fear—with her weak eyes, she probably assumed there was an actual spider lurking somewhere on the ceiling.
"I wouldn't go to all this trouble just to feed you to one of the Spider Queen's pets," Varassa chided. "Though if you don't grow a backbone soon, I will seriously consider it."
The silken bands slowly reached down and curled around Solemi's ankles. Once their grip was secure, Varassa flicked her wrist. The strands stretched back up to the ceiling, tugging the girl's legs with them until she was fully splayed at the edge of the bed.
"You should feel honored, cunt," Varassa said, pivoting and slowly striding over to the various torture implements arranged along the opposite wall. After fingering several of the most disturbing devices, she selected a small, slender razorblade. "I am going to help remove a fraction of the human taint from your flesh."
Solemi's eyes widened in terror, and Varassa made sure to hold the metal in the light long enough for the other woman to get a good look at it. Solemi wriggled in place, but with her ankles suspended in the air and her wrists pinned behind her back, there was absolutely nothing she could do.
Grinning, Varassa knelt down between Solemi's legs. The girl obviously kept herself reasonably well-groomed, but Varassa saw no reason not to finish the job. Summoning a quick spell to her lips, the priestess blew a thin stream of air across Solemi's pink folds. The girl's flesh prickled in response to the heat, and a moment later a glimmering sheen of magical liquid spackled across her pubic hair.
"Just don't flinch," Varassa warned. "I wouldn't want to hurt you."
The razor had been enchanted specifically for this purpose; the blade cut away Solemi's remaining hairs easily and smoothly despite her pathetic whimpering. After just a few minutes the task was complete, and Varassa leaned closer to inspect her handiwork. She gently ran her tongue across the girl's dripping slit, eliciting an immediate gasp of shock and pleasure.
"Tell me, slave," Varassa whispered between lashes of her tongue. "Has your lover ever knelt before you like this?" Solemi muttered something incomprehensible into her gag, and Varassa turned and cocked an eyebrow at Weylin. "She seems distracted. Have you pleasured her with your lips before?"
"Um," he muttered. "N-no, mistress."
"What?" Varassa nearly spat. "She swallowed your cock before you proved yourself to her? What a disgrace. Her needs should always come first." She snorted. "Perhaps your backwards culture never told you what you're missing. Allow me to demonstrate..."
The priestess lashed her tongue across Solemi's quim, and the girl nearly writhed out of her restraints. Even the lowliest drow male learned the power of ulis'quarra the moment he reached maturity. For many, skill with the tongue was their only means of pleasing a powerful female and ascending through the ranks. Varassa tested all her lovers this way, male and female alike, and she had learned some of the techniques herself over the years. Solemi had clearly never experienced anything like it, and her body shuddered with climax less than a minute after Varassa had set to work.
With a final kiss at the girl's quivering slit, Varassa leaned forward and placed her right hand upon Solemi's bare stomach. "Do you enjoy your mistress's touch, slave?" In between fevered breaths, Solemi nodded a meek affirmative. Tiny beads of sweat dappled her belly, and goose bumps had appeared all across her pale skin.
