Cult Tribe

Deep in the strange jungles of the Ownverse...
The three had been resting along the purple trail not to far from the wide river. Crimson sleeps between the two Goylebeast and moans softly as the leader keeps his arm around her small waiste. The three are unaware other eyes are staring at them but the real focus is the ginger own goddess who fell from the stars. The humanoid witchdoctor smiles in delight of stealing the ginger for their own purposes. The humanoids are patient for they want to do a shock and awe attack but get the sexy ginger alive regardless. The humanoid grit his fangs as he stares at the sleeping ginger between the goylebeasts. The humanoid witchdoctor glances up at the shining moon high in the sky. The moons give them light to see. All the humanoid witchdoctor can think that the sensous ginger would make a perfect sacrifice to their god. He raises his finger and  instructs the other humanoid warriors to strike.
  The three of them wake but to late. As the goylebeasts fight back with their knives and staff it proves fruitless for one the creatures steals Crimson and throws her over his shoulder. He runs back into the jungle with their sexy prize.
 Crimson screams as strange hands bound her wrists behind back and she feels lace ropes wrap around her ankles. She gapes as the strange humanoid witchdoctor gathers her over his shoulder. She squirms under his huge hand but the ginger can't escape. A look of panic sweeps her face as she gazes dizzly at the beautiful erotic jungle trees. Crimson has no idea why this strange tribe wants her; she feels her hare ass glow along with her long redhair which covers her face. She hears the squeals of the goylebeast as they die in battle. In a matter of seconds the battle is over with and the tribe had won the brief battle and captured the redhead Crimson.
They disappear as if it never happen...

A few minutes later...
With her wrists bound her bare hardbod,the humanoid witchdoctor and one of his ugly fang warriors guarded Crimson zealously. She march quietly along trail fearful she might get them upset. She couldn't make their strange language except for one word "Sacrifice."
But sacrifice to whom? Crimson thinks as she marches with her escort. She senses that this isn't a tribe that has poessess her but a wild cult. How the cult find out about her is a mystery to her. She gazes at the erotic jungle looking for clues where she's being taken too...so far she hasn't seen anything yet.