Captured

As Karasae looked down at the sleeping blood elf, she suddenly realized she was idly playing with her ears. She was absolutely transfixed by them. They had a soft, but springy quality to them. She sometimes watched them bounce as Nessa walked, giggling quietly to herself. Such a serious race of beings with such cute, silly ears made her smile. They were apparently quite sensitive too, according to Nessa.

Suddenly she saw the alert light that Nessa had installed go off, meaning someone wished an audience with her. It must have been a high ranking official to have the audacity to do this. Karasae carefully got up to not wake Nessa and got dressed to go meet the visitor. When she walked out, she saw a messenger holding a scroll.

"My mistress is resting," Karasae said, "This had better be important."

"If you're coherent enough to say all that, then there's no need to wake her," he handed Karasae a scroll, "Simply give her this. It is important, but not urgent enough to require you to disturb her."

As he departed, Karasae took the scroll and walked back to Nessa's room. Noting the time, she realized Nessa had been sleeping for long enough. However, she did not wake easily. An evil grin spread across her face as an equally evil plan formed in her head. She took the rope that Nessa had tied her up with and tied the sleeping girl's wrists to the head of the bed. She ran her fingers up and down Nessa's naked body, inciting a soft moan from her. She wasn't fully awake, but her body still responded. As the demon's fingers ran over her pussy lips, she began to open her eyes. As soon as she did, Karasae slipped one finger inside her.

"Ah! What?" She tried to get up but found herself tied down, "Hey!"

The demon simply smiled and slipped a second finger inside her. Within seconds her orgasm was building. Karasae knew her body so well; how to rub the right place, how to touch the right spot. As she finger fucked Nessa, her thumb rubbed in a circular motion on her swollen clit.

"Karasae, you bitch! Ah! I'm cumming!"

She shivered and struggled with all her might, but it was to no avail. She came hard on the demon's petite fingers, bucking and screaming in tune with her motions. The demon withdrew her fingers and placed them in Nessa's mouth. She licked her own juices off of Karasae's fingers. Much to her surprise, Karasae got up and picked up the scroll from the table next to the bed. She broke the seal and sat on Nessa's legs, opening the scroll and holding it up so she could read it.

"This came for you. It was important and you didn't want to wake up."

Nessa pulled at her wrists and growled softly, but submitted to reading the message this way.

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From the desk of Captain Kanas:

It was brought to my attention by your trainer that you have achieved metamorphosis. Because of this, it is my firm belief that you are now able to finish the mission in Ashenvale that went awry some time ago. When you are ready, come see me to accept this mission. You are to leave immediately, so do your preparations before coming to see me. I will only arrange transport once.

Signed,
Captain Kanas
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"Did you read this?" Nessa asked, looking up at Karasae.

"No, it was sealed."

"They want me to go back to Ashenvale."

The demon fell silent and untied her. She feared the worst. The dreams hadn't stopped since her return to Silvermoon City. Although the frequency of them had dropped, they were never really gone. Karasae stroked Nessa's dark hair and waited for any sign of what she was thinking.

"Do you think she will be there?" Nessa asked, breaking the silence.

"I hope so," the demon growled, "I want to crush her throat underfoot."

"Do you really think we can defeat her?"

"No foolish alliance rogue is a match for you now. She -will- die; and it -wont- be quick. I will see to that," the demon trembled with rage and hissed, "No one will be able to protect her!"

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After packing her bags and meeting with Commander Kanas, Nessa was on her way to Ashenvale. After translocating to Undercity, she took the zeppelin to Orgrimmar and flew to Ashenvale. She immediately booked a room at the inn and went inside to summon Karasae.

"Are you ready?" Karasae asked.

"Yes. We might as well get this over with."

The went outside and Nessa clutched the map that had betrayed her so long ago. She had a new map now, with likely alliance locations scouted out, but it wasn't really any new information. If Laurelin still patrolled the same area of the forest, her old map would be more useful to her. As she and the demon hiked through the overgrown brush, she tried to keep an eye out for any movement. Suddenly, what she was looking for found her.

A swift blow to the back of her head sent Nessa stumbling forward. She swayed a bit, struggling to keep her balance. Karasae spun around and lashed out with her whip. It wrapped around Laurelin's neck and squeezed, much like a noose.

"My mistress is not as weak as she was before, Laurelin." Karasae said coldly.

So many questions were caught in Laurelin's throat; like 'Why are you still standing?' and 'How in the hell does this demon know my name?', but she couldn't say a single word with the whip tightening around her neck. As Nessa's dizziness cleared, she transformed into her demon form once more and turned to face Laurenlin. The night elf's knees gave out at the sight, and she fell to all fours. This was not the weakling she had attacked several months ago. This creature in front of her now looked like death itself.

"Yes, bow you worm," Karasae spat, "Show my mistress the respect she deserves before you die."

The lack of air quickly got to her and she began struggling to remove the whip around her neck again. She rolled onto her back, and the demon snarled and stepped on her throat. Laurelin stopped trying to move. It would only make things worse now. As Nessa watched, she was tempted to order Karasae to crush the rogue's throat with a single stomp. That suffocating, pathetic rogue was the reason she woke up crying so many nights.

"Don't kill her," Nessa finally said in demonic, "Just choke her until she passes out."

"Yes, mistress," Karasae responded in demonic with a smile, "It would be all too fast if she were to die now. She doesn't deserve such mercy."

Laurelin couldn't understand what they were saying, but she understood the swift kick Nessa delivered to her ribs right before she passed out. Being unable to breathe, she wasn't sure if any ribs were broken, but the sharp pain suggested they were. As the pain faded, the world around her did as well.