Before the elf could even retort, the thick fingers were forcing her jaws apart. She fought this so hard that the bones in her delicate temples bulged, and her jaw popped. Growls formed and were emited, her eyes squinted and her lips reared back in an animal-like snarl even as her tongue was pulled forward.<br/><br/>The growl only grew louder, then higher pitched as the needle slowly parted the damp muscle of her tongue. Spots of blood fall to the floor at her feet as the sharp point pierced the underside. Panting and wheezing, her breath was sucked from her breath as the searing flame of the metal scorched her tastebuds.<br/><br/>As the shadowspawn backed off, Lauralana thrashed, her head weaving violently side to side as the flames built flaring as the metal melded together. Again, like the four previous rings, the bar was seamlessly sealed. Her head raps repeatedly against the side of the wagon, over and over again not even dazing the elf as she thrashed until her physical strength was gone. Hanging limply, her nose, tongue, breasts and clit all burning not so intensely, not enough to make her mindless, but enough to keep her from thinkign clearly, from regaining her mental endurance.