His lip curled at her reaction and her silence.<br/><br/>"Well, you've failed to keep your hands properly occupied but at least you remembered to hold your tongue," he said as he pulled her closer, his fist still curled about her hair.  He leaned in as well, bringing his face to within inches of her own before whispering softly, almost to quietly to be heard over the sound of coupling behind her.<br/><br/>"You will watch your sister's defilement," he hissed, "Or I will take your sight from you."<br/><br/>"And your hands will work your teats," he added in the same deadly serious tone, "Or I will break your defiant fingers one by one."<br/><br/>Then he turned her head back towards the pair.  Leaning even closer, he ran his tongue along the curve of her ear as he pointed with his other hand to Atnorsa's bloody mouth.  "And if you doubt my threats, you need only gaze at her punishment for biting one of her masters.  But at least once I've finished you won't have to worry about her teeth nipping your tender nipples when you feed her..."