Johanneson couldn’t help it – that almost childish smile was just burned onto his face, eyes fluttering as they peered nowhere in particular. By the Skies, his fortune was unending.<br/>Then he feasted in the sight of the perverse trolless toying with her mounds, smearing his release cupiously across her impeccable skin.<br/><br/>As her tongue and mouth enclosed on his shaft, small stinging shocks of pleasure once again had his mind working on overtime, raspy moans escaping the young mans’ mouth.<br/>Tension in his cock made it rise again, ready for round two regardless of any mental objections. The cock was in charge, and it wanted more!<br/><br/>Tamaskas mistress had a cattish grin on her face seeing the murring man so helplessly in the hands of the trolless: A small inkling of kindred spirits seemed to mirror in her little plaything, seeing how her almost vindictive smile cemented frustration into her victim.<br/>When the trolless began addressing a honest concern, Bahiyya interrupted her before long, saying:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Sienna">Oh, don’t be silly, pet. The Baron naturally knows what’s going on down here.</span>”<br/><br/>Johanneson, despite his raging arousal, felt like ice was poured into his veins:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Gray">W-w-wait, w-what? B-but you t-told me..</span>” he started..<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Sienna">The Baron? On his own ship? My, you’re more naïve than I thought! But don’t worry, darling..</span>” the succubus said through a malicious grin, purring n the word “darling”.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Sienna">-Your- punishment will simply be your two week shore-leave revoked. Pet, move to the side.</span>” She continued matter-of-factly.<br/><br/>An undertone of hurt justice was evident in his voice as he spoke:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Gray">B-but –YOU- d-dragged me down here! I hardly find that fai-..</span>”<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Sienna">Your shore-leave is not revoked because you released all over His Lords pet, Mister Johanneson. The Baron finds my games amusing to think of.</span>”<br/><br/>Now, the young boy felt a spark of confusion – inbetween involuntary twitches of arousal:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Gray">Then w-why wi-..?</span>”<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Sienna">Your shore leave will be revoked because the captain will find you sprawled pantless on the floor of the Catharsis slave-room, sound asleep, lazing it out like you thought yourself a nobleman.</span>” She chuckled, planting a finger against the side of his neck while untying the constraints around his hands simultaneously.<br/><br/>Johanneson felt his eyes stare ahead stiffly, and then everything went dark for him. Bahiyyas “Sleep” incantation seeped effortlessly into his body: While it was a much down-powered version compared to the one Tamaska experienced, it knocked the man out for a good two hours.<br/><br/>With a blissful, stupid smile on his face, Johanneson took the express-blimp to lala-land, toppling flatly onto the floor with a wooden “THUD!”. He looked charmingly docile, sprawling with a nose gently flattened by the floor.<br/><br/>Bahiyya did a girlish pout, tittering briefly:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Sienna">Oh what a shame – means he’ll be in service another six month without seeing home. Ah yes, life is so unfair.</span>”<br/><br/>The succubus paraded into the cell after unlocking the door, confidently kneeling down in front of the deliciously messy Tamaska: Two hands cubbed either side of her cheeks before the succubus mashed her wonderfully soft lips against the trolless’, tongue flying out to toy with hers. By Bahiyyas initiative, the two women shared a deep, lecherous, wet kiss. Bahiyya took the perverted opportunity to lick up some of the sperm on her pets’ lips, savouring the tangy taste.<br/><br/>She broke, chiming with an almost bubbly enthusiasm:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Sienna">You can speak so freely to me because I like seeing you act so perverse, but mark my words: If you speak unless asked to speak in the presence of the lord, Baron Schwartzhand will break as many bones in your body as words you spoke out of line. And then he’ll heal you. And then he’ll break twice as many to make sure the message got through your pretty skull. So I suggest you watch your tongue around him… for your own sake, yes?</span>”<br/><br/>She mockingly flicked a finger across a cum-dripping nose, summarily licking the tip from her finger while purring like a guilty kitten and got up.<br/><br/>The sultry bloodelf in disguise sashayed seductively to one of the cupboards, throwing Tamaska a fulsome towel.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Sienna">But for now, I’ll give you the liberty of speech, my wonderrrrful pet..</span>” she sung out in what portrayed a genuinely pleased voice – and by Azeroths’ glory, what luscious tones they were.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Sienna">Because I am so –happy- to see you again, all smothered in his juices, itching and squirming and being so –spiteful- when you weren’t allowed to release. The poor man will both curse and love the memory of you. Made my heart skip a beat.</span>”<br/><br/>The succubus made a theatrical act of shedding a tear before chiming into a full-blown, rich, seductive chuckle.<br/>As Tamaska cleaned  herself, Bahiyya extracted a golden chain, each link approximately thumb-thick.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Sienna">Welcome o’board “The Catharsis”, dearest! One of the finest flying instruments in the whole of Azeroth; mobile bastion of his Lord and the only air-vessel allowed to travel beyond the borders of Bruutheim. You should consider yourself honoured: Only the smartest and brightest from his Lordships land are allowed so close to him when on voyage.</span>”<br/><br/>The succubus oozed over to Tamaska again, leaning down to apply a chain link through the golden hoop of the trolless’ collar:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Sienna">We’ll break cloud in but a few moments. Wouldn’t want to miss that... Rise.</span>” She commanded, gently tugging the chain firmly in her hand.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Sienna">Emberspike is waiting upstairs, and so is our master, the Baron himself. So if you have any questions, I suggest you ask them now.</span>” Bahiyya spoke as she led Tamaska out of her confinements and towards the wooden door leading to the upper deck.<br/><br/>The cell-door to Tamaskas imprisonment made a clear "Clonk!" as it locked, leaving Johanneson sleeping far into his own defeat.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>