Powerful Nymph on the Charge

Several hours later...in the erotic jungles of the Ownverse
 Under his firm hand Crimson gapes as she lays on her chest on his Gieco seven legged lizard. With her wrists bound hehind her barehack, she gazes blankly at the constant changing erotic jungle of the Ownverse. She feels his long fingers squeeze her bare flesh. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH she moans seductively in response. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. His touch is powerful and she feels a warm chill shoot up her spine. Her blue eyes remain lock on the jungle to keep her mind off her present ply. But that she can't escape. His firm hand on her bare ass is enough to remind her she's owned and she knows the owner will do with her what she wants.
"Mon where are you taking thee?" Crimson asks casually.
"A tower." The Nymph replys as she feels his hand pet her. Crimson doesn't respond as she feels his fingers twirl the strands of her long glowing red hair. Crimson could only imagine what the tower looks like. She could see the rolling dark clouds coming fast in the distance. She hears a sonic boom of thunder. A nector rainstorm is coming. But the Nymph's hand keeps her under his powerful grip as she looks around. Semi darkness sweeps the jungle and the terrain. Crimson relaxes her curvoous nude hardbod. She's no long showing fear toward the Nymph.
 Sometimes the unknown scares her. Especially her naiveness of the Ownverse jungle and how esasily she gets lost and often captured. She shuts her eyes and welcomes the heavy nector rain pounding upon her. She tastes the nector rain drops on her tongue which gets her mind off things for a while.
As the rain pours she trys to find the mysterious tower the Nymph speaks of. But the mist blocks some her vision within the erotic jungle and she feels the Nymph's hand grip and squeeze her. She knows he fascinated by her bare flesh. She drifts into a short sleep.
Hours later...
 Crimson stirs awake over the nymph's shoulder and she feels his grip her calves firmly. She sees she's being  taken up a surreal torchlighted staircase. She feels the bolas weight on her ankles. He must tied my ankles while I slept,she thinks as she gazes around. At the same Crimson feels drugged and subdued.
 The Nymph enters into a jungle like room. Crimson is layed on her back as she softly moans; she feels her bonds cut and but the clever Nymph retires her to some stakes spread eagle. Crimson looks around wondering what the Nymph has plan as she lays at his mercy.