Bound though she was, Elandriel's body jerked against the wood at her back as the panicked girl between her thighs plunged a tongue into her, shattering further the elven taboo against such things - against having such non-procreative touch, and against having the touch of one's own sex upon her intimate parts. Then again, she jerked, with a raw and pained cry as he sliced a long, terrible gash up her side, flowing over and through the curves of her slim and ethereal form.<br/><br/>Her eyes fixed upon her tormentor, brows drawn and alien eyes shining with the tears that spilled forth as she squirmed in her restraints, growing increasingly desperate to escape the pain, and that one awful, unwanted spot of comfort that was the human slave's attentions to her cleft and pearl. "No..." she gasped out, wriggling and jostling from its courses the blood that was flowing freely down her side. "No!"