Chucko on the Charge

On the veranda of his ruined crumbled castle...somewhere in the erotic Ownverse.
 Crimson now layed tied on his wasp flyer. She shudder where this king is going take her as she try to break her silk rope bonds. A strong wind whips her long orange redhair which glows like her small hardbod does.. A glow she can't figure out. Soon Crimson knows she'll feel his power. All she can think about is Din,her previous owner.
Crimson sees his shadow as he climbs on steed. She feels his hand lock on her shivering hardbod. She hears a HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. Crimson feels his wasp flyers rise up into the heavens. She feels his hand lock a tight grip upon her. She squirms and tenses but the hand keeps her under his control. Being control is something new to Crimson. It's as if he penetrated her willpower--
"Mon where are you taking me?" Crimson crys.
"Someplace special my orange haired queen."
 She doesn't respond as she gazes at the beautiful heavens of the erotic Ownverse. She gazes below at the beautiful jungle which she now desires to be lost in. Where she can hide and no one could find her. The king strokes her bare ass. She's perfection in every word. As the wind whips her hair she could imagine where he's taking her. She feels his lips on her cheek and she turns away. Yet she admits that Chucko is handsome and memorizing at the sametime. She feels his hand keeping her anchored as she stays quiet. She's still overwhelmed by the new world which she's been hurl into.
She relaxes and sleeps on his steed as it flys through the heavens of the Ownverse. She feels the voice of the Ownverse calling her which she finds weird.

Moments later...
Crimson stands still as Chucko binds her wrists behind her back. She couldn't escape him if she tried-so with his crystal staff at her bareback Crimson marches ahead; she pleas to have her wrist bonds cut but Chucko explains it's custom to treat the Own Goddess this way. With her wrists bound behind her back she feels more like a captured captive than a goddess. He doesn't tell he where they're going as she marches along a neon trail. They both feel a strong wind blow which means a storm is coming...