A valiant attempt to still the shaking of her hands Fern's fingers crawl almost imperceptibly slow towards the swollen lips.  "Shhh.. its ok..I don't think they really want to hurt us..  I don't think?  Shhh... "<br/>A tentative touch of her fingertips follows her words. Eyes wide follow the progress of the burrowing plug, bright eyes glistening with tears she refuses to let fall.  No, she will not give them the satisfaction of seeing her break that way.. not ever.<br/><br/>Trying unsuccessfully to ignore the heated stroke of Adamion's hands on her quivering flesh, she focuses what remains of her attention on Miaren.  Her calm, quiet words and slow descent into the depths of Miaren's flesh do more to calm herself.  Though the bound girl beside her does by all appearances needs a great deal less calming.  No whimpers or cries of fear emitted, no gasps of pain.<br/><br/>One finger tip, one solitary finger tip finds its way, snaking through the folds into the heated depths, carving its way through the slick oiled surface.  What had they put on her?  The swelling, it just didn't seem.. right?