Bound as she was by leather and rope and word and pain, there would have been no escaping even one of them, but the two of them together were an all-consuming entrapment for Felicity. She uttered a shriek that threatened to expel Brom from throat and mouth as the tips of the elfwoman's fingers dipped into her. Each of Elandriel's even slight movements roused fresh pain, and she crazed healer was anything but gentle.<br/><br/>Her head forced back by her Master's forceful grip in her hair, Elandriel let out a rippling laugh, her fingers beginning to move in concert upon both Felicity's sex and her own, and she started to whisper strange words, beautiful and fluid, interspersed with dark and gutteral noises... And even in her panic, Felicity grew aware of her body moving of its own accord as the healer force bones back toward each other, and drained the pain back out of the bound human, gasping as her body twitched and shuddered.<br/><br/>Elandriel cast a pleading look at Brom, her ability to heal the human woman, to take her pains and hurts, hindered by the racheted draw of the wheel. There was more she could do though, with her whispering, and Felicity felt a growing, mounting heat between her thighs that made her gasp and mewl desperately, the elf sharing her own sick pleasure in exchange for the pain that drove it.