Yes he does

Slurtis felt the poison seeping through his veins and a cold numbness spreading through his limbs. The two girls' gleeful faces blurred before him.

"Oo, poor little priest feeling a bit cold?" Elyn giggled. "Losing feeling in your body?"

"I bet his little cock is shrivelling!" Sara grinned. "Let's find out!" And she stepped forward with a sly smile.

But the girls were young and arrogant, and they had made a big mistake relaxing their guard so soon against an experienced foe like Slurtis. Even as his mind fogged, he brought to mind a blessing to cure the poison. It was hard to say through numb lips, but he had years of practice and this was by no means the most dangerous situation he'd ever been in.

Elyn and Sara's faces paled as Slurtis drew himself up again. Elyn quickly reached for the darts hidden under the dress in her uniform, but this time Slurtis was ready for them. He barked a prayer to his goddess and both maids slowly froze on the spot, unable to move but with racing thoughts and wild eyes.

Slurtis slowly dusted himself down and regarded them coldly. His prayer would keep them held for some time, but it was not indefinite. He looked around the room and saw the Marquess's ornate chest.

Well, if her reputation was accurate, it would be filled with...

He pulled up the heavy lid to reveal chains, gags, oils and bindings. Slightly more ominous (from his perspective) were the row of phallic cocks at the bottom of the chest, carved from ivory or stone or polished wood, all different sizes and many attached to harnesses. He pictured the Marquess with one of the cocks jutting from her crotch, strapped around her waist, and shuddered.

"This will do," he said to himself finally, taking some gags and binds. And for the next five minutes he set to work binding the girls' wrists and gagging them, enjoying the various looks of anger, fear, horror, humiliation and surprise in their eyes as he did so.

Finally, he stepped back, rubbing his hands and surveying the two girls, who he had lain prone on the Marquess's bed. The prayer was starting to wear off and they were gently struggling in their bonds and mumbling into their gags, but they were trussed quite helplessly and he was quite safe.

They really were quite cute, he mused, feeling a twinge on his cock. And there was something very appealing about strong, arrogant, helpless women...