Mercy of the Nymph

Somewhere in the Ownverse...in a strange tower amidst the beautiful erotic jungle.
Crimson lays spread eagle stuggling against her bonds as she lays on a wet grass mound surrounded by some huge daisy like flowers. She doesn't know how long she's been here but the lat thing she recalls is being caress,kissed constantly by the mysterious nymph.During the embrace she consented him as if her will surrendered to him. Her blue eyes search the jungle like room which doesn't feel like a room. Bizarre.
I want be here long,Crimson senses. For her owner is one that likes to be on the move.
His shadow now stands over the Ginger Own Goddess. She glances upward and she lets him conquer her again. It's a short embrace for the nymph cuts her bonds and she stands up erect. As her nude hardbod glows she feels her wrists being forced behind her back and his bolas wrap around her wrists.
"Lay down." The nymph orders.
Crimson does so and she feels his hands wrap another pair of his bolas around her ankles; he hoists her back over his shoulder. She feels the hand squeeze her again and she moans OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
 The nymph with his ginger burden over his shoulder ventures to a small veranda,climbs on the ledge and jumps. He lands successfully. Crimson knows she's in the hand of a powerful nymph as she tenses over his shoulder.
"Where we going my grand lover?" she pleas.
The nymph doesn't respond but instead he sees a zebra striped cheetah horse. He quickly takes command of it; seconds later Crimson finds herself on her chest and the Nymph's hand presses her to keep her anchored. She feels the cheetah horse quickly gallup off from the tower as Crimson feels her world spin slow mo. Her long red hair glows as it spins in the wind. She wonders now where the Nymph is taking her in the mysterious vast Ownverse jungle. Moments later the Nymph rides out of the jungle on a sureaal mirror beach. As the Nymph's hand keeps her anchor close to him, she looks at the surreal tourquois ocean which goes for infinite. A oval pink moon rises on the horizon line. Then she looks down the jagged rock costline as the nymph guides his steed. It's as if he's looking for another love nest for them but Crimson isn't sure. Then he turns his cheetah steed into a large cove not far from the beach. He first climbs off his steed as he lets Crimson lay. She's courious what's he's going to do next since he remove a collasple pole from its leather sheath--
 He embeds the pole in solid sand. Then the nymph returns for her; he cuts her ankle bonds first and with his sword at her bareback Crimson marches submissively toward the pole. The pole lowers slightly and he places her bound wrists on a latch. The poles rises up and out of the pole she feels human hands grasp her ankles.
 What does this nymph have plan for me? She speculates as she gazes around but to hear the surf on the beach gives her comfort. Will this Nymph trade me or sell me when he's done?
 For now Crimson feels the future is clouded. She feels the nymph grab her again and she succumbs to his embraces as the large moon rises higher. "More..." she murmurs.