The Beasts, the Thieves, and the Wardrobe

[Marlowe]

"Lolth, her pupils dilated to the point of event horizons, gasped in estacy as the whip stroked across her abdomen in vicious, measured, precise strikes. Her arms strained against the spiked bonds, digging into her flesh and increasing her rapture. "Oh YES, Stern Lady" she gasped. "I'm so bad. I'm so very bad. Punish me!"

The other moved in front of her with precise clicks of her bootheels, a look of cold indifference across her face. Then she struck the Spider-goddess savagely across the face with the whip-handle, provoking a slight scream. "Don't I know it, you little fool"