"The cage it is then," Brom answered as he reached to loosen and remove the clamp from Elandril's other ear and use his fingers to caress the sensitive curve gently.  The girl did not stop but she did turn her eyes upward and spare the elf a look of frightened gratitude.<br/><br/>Brom moved back to stand before his captive and took her clamped nipples in his hands.  With a wicked smile he began to twist them, slowly but firmly twisting the flesh as far as he could before then pulling upon the clamps and pulling the elven woman's breasts outward.  The blood that welled fresh from her knife wound fell upon the slave and made the girl whimper and huddle against the priestess and bury her face against her groin to keep more blood from her eyes and mouth.<br/><br/>Then Brom let go, letting Elandriel's breasts spring back and settle against her once more.  Leaning close, he brought his face close, as if he might intend to force his lips upon her's once more but stopped just short of the elf.<br/><br/>"Once she makes you cum for me once more, she will either share your extasy and pain or she will die," he promised before stepping back and crossing his arms to watch.