Captured

She knew little about why her esteemed colleagues thought it would be such a good idea to send her out to Ashenvale. She was very disinterested in territory so heavily infested by the Alliance. Though not entirely alone, she would almost prefer to be...

"Ohh!" a voice next to her proclaimed, following a loud cracking noise.

Nessa covered her face with her palm and tried to ignore the minion next to her. This succubus was a walking innuendo, if even that subtle. Still, she had proven useful in the past. The only thing Nessa worried about at this point was whether the noise would clue off the enemies in the area. Though there should have been few, seeing as the route she was taken was given to her by a seasoned traveler, she couldn't help but feel like she was being watched.

With a sudden blow to the back of the head, her instincts proved right. Her minion's link with the world was broken before she could even turn around as her master crumpled to the ground.

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Nessa awoke with a major headache. All of her limbs felt stiff. She opened her eyes and squinted from the light. Above her stood a night elf. She furrowed her brow and spoke in perfect common.

"Make it fast. I have no information you don't already know."

"Ah, the cold response I have come to expect from your people," the night elf responded with a smirk, "but I think you'll find your demands mean little to me."

With that, Nessa attempted to get up, but found herself bound in place. Her wrists were tied together above her, and her legs were tied apart. She had expected this, but she wasn't tied to a rack. She found she was tied to a bed. Perhaps it was the blow to her head that made her slow to realize her surroundings, but she suddenly noticed it was cold. She was completely naked.

"You're sick," she gasped.

"No. I'm Laurelin. Remember that name, woman. Drink this." She produced a vial from her robes and brought it close to Nessa's lips. Upon seeing her hesitation she added, "This doesn't have to be painful for you, but you can if you want it to be."

"How do I know that isn't poison?"

Laurelin giggled, "If I wanted to kill you right now, would I really need to trick you into drinking poison?"

The blood elf hesitantly parted her lips and the night elf poured the elixir down her throat. It had an oddly warm sensation, like a strong liquor. However, this was much thicker, almost like honey. She swallowed it and it made her body tingle briefly.

"What was that?" she asked, trembling a bit at her current predicament.

Sitting next to her on the bed, Laurelin responded, "It's a mixture of my own creation. I couldn't perfect it, but it gives me a challenge, so I suppose in a way it is perfect. It increases your stamina tenfold, and your sensitivity as well. Simply put, you could cum over and over and still be horny."

"W-what?!" Nessa gasped, thrashing at her bonds, "You gave me an aphrodisiac?"

"No, like I said, it isn't perfect. I have to turn you on myself."

"I don't like girls..."

"I've always had a soft spot for blood elves. I asked for you specifically. Aren't you happy someone else didn't get you? They would most certainly hurt you."

Laurelin ran a fingertip from Nessa's ear down to the base of her neck, making her shiver. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, trying to make her mind go elsewhere as this pervert molested her. However, her tactile sense quickly snapped her back to reality as elven fingertips lightly caressed her breasts. She gasped, her eyes and mouth opening again. The night elf took the opportunity to slip her tongue into her captive's mouth, producing a moan of confusion from the pale girl. Nessa's nipples grew firm and Laurelin broke away.

"Are you sure you don't like girls? What's your name?"

"N-nessa," she managed, writhing helplessly. Her body was burning with desire. That damnable elixir must have taken hold, because she was incredibly sensitive.

"You didn't answer my first question. Be honest with me, and remember who's in control here."

"I've never been with a woman, I swear."

"But you've thought about it."

"Y-yes." she turned her head, blushing furiously.

"Wow...blood elves really do blush all over."

As Nessa started to respond, Laruelin brushed her nipples lightly with her fingertips. Her response was reduced to a grunt of pleasure. As the other girl continued to play with her nipples, she couldn't help but get wet. It seemed the more she tried to hold back, the more excited she got. Before she knew it, Laurelin's fingers had found her slit. A single fingertip slid between the wet pussy lips and stroked her clit lightly. She squealed in pleasure, struggling to no avail. Suddenly, she realized what was about to happen.

"Laurelin, please! Please don't force me to cum!"

"I'll do whatever I see fit with your horny little body. Now cum for me. Scream my name."

"Ahh!"

"I said scream my name."

"Laurelin! Laurelin, I'm cumming! Stop, stop!! Ahhh, Laurelin!!!"

Try as she might to hold back, the blood elf was no match for her current predicament. She screamed and came, hard. Fighting against the bonds and her mounting pleasure only made it more intense. However, Laurelin didn't stop. She slipped a finger inside Nessa and rubbed her clit with her thumb. Before she could even catch her breath she came again. Laurelin began licking her clit now, producing yet another orgasm from her toy. Still a fourth came when a finger was added to her ass.

Nessa lost track of how many times she came under Laurelin's relentless touch. Dozens? More? As she bucked and screamed and fought her bonds, she felt as though she was losing her mind. The endless stimulation drove her crazy, and there was no end in sight. Finally Laurelin withdrew, and Nessa lay panting on the bed.

"P-please...untie..."

"No."

"J-just my legs. They're starting to hurt."

"And your arms?"

"Leave them tied, I want to be your bitch."

Laurelin smiled. "Oh is that so?" she said, untying Nessa's legs, "I'll make you my bitch, and you'll love every second of it."

Nessa couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. It was like she was a whole different person. The pleasure she was receiving in this situation was unheard of. Still, she couldn't deny it. Once her legs were free, Laurelin descended upon her clit once more, licking and sucking it as she slid a finger inside Nessa's very wet pussy. Nessa writhed and moaned as she felt another orgasm building. It seemed like it was building forever. Everytime she was about to cum, Laurelin slowed down.

"Please! I wanna cum!"

"No," Laurelin giggled between licks, "this is your torture."

"What?"

"Isn't it torture? To hover on the edge of orgasm without cumming?"

"Fuck! I can't take it! Please let me cum!"

But Laurelin continued to torture her. No matter how much the submissive girl writhed and bucked, pleaded and screamed, she couldn't cum. She screamed anything that came to mind; desperately begging for mercy. Finally she came across something that interested her captor.

"I'll do anything you want!"

"Anything?"

"Yes!"

"Pledge allegiance to me as my bitch. Make it convincing."

"I'm your bitch! Your toy, your slut! I'm yours to tie up and use whenever and however you want!"

"As you wish. Just one more thing."

The night elf stood up, finally disrobing. Her robes fell to the bed with a simple pull of a draw string, revealing her in only panties. She got off the bed and went to the table, grabbing a scarf. She tied the scarf around Nessa's head as a blindfold, then removed her panties and stuffed them in Nessa's mouth as a gag. She then got down between Nessa's legs and began torturing her again.

For one solid hour.

The poor blood elf was a quivering mess, her body aching to cum. The inability to see or scream made it far, far worse. Her body bucked and sweat, struggling and moaning through her gag. Suddenly and without warning, her mistress made her cum. Nessa was once again put through a series of orgasms with no break. Her body was so weak by the end all she could do was pant.

Finally, Laurelin removed the gag and simply said, "My turn." before sitting on the girl's face. She licked obediently, flicking her wet clit back and forth with her tongue. It wasn't long before she started to cum herself.

"Nessa!! Ahh!!" she screamed, grabbing the back of the girl's head and bucking her hips.

She continued to lick, eliciting one orgasm after another out of her mistress. However, she got off quickly, having not taken the elixir herself. She smiled, knowing there was only one thing left to do.

"I'll come back for you my dear. I'll find a way to find you. Until then..."

She placed a vial under Nessa's nose. As soon as she inhaled, she was knocked unconscious.

She awoke clothed in the forest. She was mostly okay, if dazed and quite fatigued. There was no confusion as to whether her memories were real.