Skullface's Captive

Deep in the heavens of the Ownverse somewhere...
His powerful fingers keep Crimson,the own goddess, in her place near his huge saddle. Judging by his immense hand, Skullface could kill a man by his huge hands; Crimson tenses her bare ass hardbod off and on in reaction to his powerful touch. Below she stares at the vast erotic jungle and she feels small under Skullface's hand. She feels his fingers gently squeeze her. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH she moans seductively as the wind whips her glowing ginger hair.
"Mon where are you taking thee," Crimson asks.
Skullface doesn't respond except she feels his hand reassert his power over her. It's a lustful power she suspects but she isn't sure. As she gazes blankly at the heavens she wonders where they're going. Her blue eyes grow wide at his touch. One thing about Ownverse there's something sensusal about this world she can't put her finger on. She smells sweet aromas in the air as his flyer guides through the air.
She feels his flyer drop a few meters. Below the jungle trees are closer and more gigantic. It's a beautiful world she admits to herself. Crimson feels his flyer speed up and trees become a blur. She remains calm and puzzled at the sametime until she feels a tingle up her spine which puts her into a deep sleep.
Hours later
She stirs awake over his shoulder. She feels heavy bolas wrapped around her wrists and ankles as she squirms to life. Skullface isn't taking  chances with her she realizes. The erotic jungle leaps out at her as she gazes around. All the plants are neon she notices. Skullface continues down a strange purple trail where it leads or ends fascinates her. Crimson feels his huge hand keeping her anchored over his shoulder. Whoever Skullface is she figures he must be godlike or something to want a rare ginger human like her. She moans softly in reaction to his powerful touch and her moan  let's him know she's alive--
 About an hour later, he places her on her barefeet. Skullface takes his knife and cut her ankle bounds and places a hand on her shoulder. He turns her forward on the trail. "March my Crimson."
"Oui Master," she says without hesitation. Skullface jabs Crimson gently to move forward along the the purple trail'; with her wrists firmly tied behind her back she feels more like Skullface's captive than anything else.