MuscleNode Isle

Deep in the erotic Ownverse,somewhere...
The dark butterfly silluette sweeps treetop level as it heads out to sea once again. A familiar feminine OHHHHHHHHHHH is heard which makes the two figures look upward. The first one says "He has the Crimson."
"When will we poessess the fair maiden?" his cohort asks.
"Hopefully soon." The dark figure answers.

  Crimson squirms as she always does when she lays on a mane of her owner's steed. She feels the mysterious Musclenode's hand squeeze her gently as the harsh sea winds whips her long glowing orange redhair. She tenses her hardbod and asks "Mon who are you?"
"You will find out in time my sweet," the MuscleNode declares. "In time."
She feels his long tongue lick her cheek and then lick her wet back. Crimson is soaken wet from the storm they pass through hours ago it seems. "At least you're tasty." The node responds pleasantly.
Crimson doesn't say anything. She feels the bolas wrapped around her and ankles tug on her and numbness sets in. She takes being bound for transport as a form of control of her; despite begging her owners not to bound her they don't listen. Even being bound for transport is  a bit annoying but she takes its as control. She feels the MuscleNode's powerful hand keeping her anchored in place. She tenses her bare ass as the wind blows her glowing red hair; she glances below and sees they're back over beautiful sea again. Crimson could only imagine where the node is taking her She suspects an island not far from the mainland.
Not far at all...

A few hours later...early dusk.
Once his butterfly landed in a tulip field not far from the beach,the MuscleNode places Crimson on her barefeet. She remains still as she feels his knife cut the bolas from her ankles. He whispers in her ear "Don't try to flee from me."
"I wont." Crimson promises as she feels his hand on her shoulder. He forces marches curvy redhair through the erotic jungle. Crimson is going to be march to a clearing and she's going to consent with him and with that consent the Node will have more control over her. She shivers as his hand strokes her long orange redhair as they follow path that goes on forever into his isle. Crimson doesn't guees what lays at the end of it as she hears unearthy squeals and crys of monsters unseen.