Ginger of the Known Universe

Somewhere in the strange jungle of the erotic Ownverse
When they're done Crimson automatically stands up and places her wrists behind her hare curvy back. She hears eerie sounds,sees stranger shadows in the jungle around her. Some aren't human and she feels the Mask Orc retie her wrists behind her back.  For it's custom for the owner to show his power over her,something Crimson learn from a past memory of a previous reincarnated Own Goddess. Once own she never challages her masters. At Crimson lives up to sexual rep she's made in the jungle. Crimson mumbles "Carry me.I love to ride over your shoulder."
 The Mask Orc obliges and tosses her roughly over his beefy shoulder. He squeezes her bare thighs and she moans OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. She could imagine what fate awaited her at the waystation. She trys not to the think about it; instead she stares at the various moons. She knows the next moon cycle she'll be sold or abducted. She's the Ginger of the Know Univrese and she's in a universe of dominators but not all.
The Mask Orc returns to his boar and places her extremely close to his saddle. She feels his hand on her bare ass. Her dishelved long orange red hair covers her face as she lays under this brute. Escape is constantly on her mind. She feels his boar move again down the shallow path. Shadows and eerie crys highlight her journey.
I got my wish for long ago,she thinks. Now I'm owned.
She feels the Mask Orc gently squeeze her again. She moans seductively OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Beside being owned she feels helpless from time to time. At the mercy of those who occuppied the Ownverse. She gazes upward and sees early dusk has arrived for she stars and a surreal galaxy above. Crimson now knows she's some thousond or million light years from earth. An earth which she no long has memory. She doesn't feel like a goddess at times but a slave to those in the jungle.
 They arrive at the waystation.
  The Mask Orc and his second in command march her toward an ancient stone structure. She remains quiet and submissive. Once inside the two orcs use loose schackles chain her to a pole. The ancient schackles don't hurt she realize but thier strong enough to keep the ginger in her place. The second in command kisses her and says "You're tasty."
 She flirts with him. "Ask your commander if you can take me and I'll give you a good time."
Now a raging rainstorm blows in and from a crumble skylight from above she welcomes the sweet rain which splashes her perfect hardbod as she falls asleep.