Brom watched her, his eyes drinking in her writhing as he listened to her screams.  Only when she fell to hang limply did he step back to set the clamp aside and move to stand at her uncut side.  His hand drifted along her belly and cupped and kneaded her breasts, brushing over the clamps upon her nipples to waken the cruelly trapped flesh of her nipples as his tongue traced the wounded curve of her ear and lapped at her blood.<br/><br/>The slavegirl was trembling violently against the elf's legs, but she lapped up the mingled juices and blood with desperate eagerness and without a command to stop, did not pause in her attentions to the soft elven treasure set before her.<br/><br/>As he licked at her ear, Brom's words were a hot caress of their own.  "Give her your pain and your wounds and you'll have a soft bed and a night's rest before I punish you for lashing out at your master," he whispered softly, "Otherwise, you'll spend your night in a cage of iron.  It's your choice my pet."