Somewhere in the erotic jungles of the Ownverse,,,
The moons shifts into their eclipse phases and the strange mansects as Crimson calls them know what to do with her.
Crimson,bound ro an ancient pole,in a some ancient hivelike mound,feels the moons rays upon her. She feels her nude hardbod pulse and glow. Her long redhair glows as well. All she knows her DNA has been radically altered since she fell in this world long ago. Yet she's immortal as well which keeps her young...many parts of the Ownverse are still strange her. Though she ecaped the White Goblin, she knows the goblins can reclaim her anytime or anyplace. The same with Din and Skullface. Those who once owned her can reclaim her back whenever they want. Sometimes she wonders if she made a deal with the devil.
Crimson looks up at the moons and glances at the strange mansects who poessess her. She endure thier kisses and touches but they didn't consent which she found odd. The leader had plans for her and Crimson believes that plan is to sell her. Thier telepathic thoughts filled her mind of a creature called a Gorc: a hideous combo of Ghoul and Orc. She's fearful and courious of the Gorc at the sametime. She looks around.
The strange mansect startle her and one cuts her loose from the pole. A silk bag drops over her and she doesn't move as she feels one of the mansects binds her ankles. She struggles in the bag as one of the mansects touts her over his shoulder. Crimson struggles in the bag as she feels herself being lay on the mane of an unknown insect steed' a slit in the bag is cut and she feels her wrists being loosely bond behind her back. She feels the insect gallup out of the hive mound back into the jungle. She smells the various aromas of the erotic jungle which she belongs and shudders at the blood chilling crys in the jungle.
I'm being taken to the Girc,she thinks. She doesn't squirm or tense for the bag has strange magical properties. Since she can't see the jungle she can only sense and hear what's around her. She feels rain hitting her yet the bag keeps her dry. She feels handclaw keeping her in her place. She feels the insect steed makes twists and turns along a wild trail. She can only guess where she is.
Crimson feels his insect come to a stop and the handclaw cuts the bag open; she feels the rain patter on her. The mansect places Crimson on her barefeet and she marches under his staff through some strange ruins toward a group of arrange broken monoliths where a dark figure stands.
"Ah the lovely goddess," his voice booms.
The Gorc approaches as Crimson stands with the mansect. Her beauty stands out under the flashing lighting. A bar of jeweles is handed over for her. The mansect,satisified with the transaction,pushes Crimson to the Gorc. She doesn't utter word as she march unders his staff toward his hideous looking bat.
In the storm the mansect disappears and Crimson crawls onto the mane of his horned ear bat. She feels the Gorc's powerful hand press her bare ass down. She squirms and tenses her hardbody as she feels his bat rise into the violent heavens. She licks the nector rain as it falls.
She can only imagine why the Gorc wants her. Only that she's a goddess.
Monday, April 16, 2018
Saturday, April 14, 2018
Lost Crimson,Captured Crimson
Deep in the erotic Ownverse jungle days later....
For days,for an eternity it seems,Crimson,the alluring Own Goddess, wonders in the jungle. For days she's been lost following a path here and path there. She has no idea where she is but she senses others hunting for her. At least she's away from the white goblin.
She wonders into strange shaft of jungle made up of huge spiderwebs. The webs are spun on stones,trees. "I don't like this," she murmurs to herself as she wonders quietly through the maze of webs which encompass the jungle. She isn't tired and thanks to her rejuvenation she can move more faster without sleep which she's done for several nights. She would sleep when her body and mind grows tired. For now she has get out of the maze of spiderwebs.
As she sees her way out into clear jungle,something dark,huge stirs in the shadows. A giant spider emerges and eyes Crimson as his delight. She sees it and runs as fast as she can from the webs and the spider pursues her. She jumps into a stream just as a spider's mandibles are about to grab her. She feels the cool water as she lets the current sweeps her down or upstream. She's amazed how she can survive this surreal wild jungle. For hours she rides the powerful current which pans out over another waterfall and Crimson plummets into a lake. Exhausted,she swims to the shore and pulls herself on the grass. She feels the coolness on her skin due her soaken wet hardbody. She drifts into a short sleep.
Hours later...
She stirs awake to see several manlike insects with spears standing over her. One of the them order: "Grab the goddess."
Crimson,dazed,is raised to her barefeet and she feels bolas wrap around her wrists again. Once again her freedom is cut short,she's been found and she has a strange new owner. She stands as the same manile insect holds her arms as another gags her with her a lace cloth. The alluring redhaired goddess marches entwine with the stragen manlike instects which found her.
The leand manlike insects jabs Crimson with his spear and she force marches forward without fighting him at all. As she feels the mud under barefeet,she's now owned again. But she feels more like a captive than being owned.
She shudders as enigmatic manlike insect strokes her long glowing redhair. She feels his eyes roaming over her perfect curves of nude bardbod. Once again she finds herself in the undiscovered country...
For days,for an eternity it seems,Crimson,the alluring Own Goddess, wonders in the jungle. For days she's been lost following a path here and path there. She has no idea where she is but she senses others hunting for her. At least she's away from the white goblin.
She wonders into strange shaft of jungle made up of huge spiderwebs. The webs are spun on stones,trees. "I don't like this," she murmurs to herself as she wonders quietly through the maze of webs which encompass the jungle. She isn't tired and thanks to her rejuvenation she can move more faster without sleep which she's done for several nights. She would sleep when her body and mind grows tired. For now she has get out of the maze of spiderwebs.
As she sees her way out into clear jungle,something dark,huge stirs in the shadows. A giant spider emerges and eyes Crimson as his delight. She sees it and runs as fast as she can from the webs and the spider pursues her. She jumps into a stream just as a spider's mandibles are about to grab her. She feels the cool water as she lets the current sweeps her down or upstream. She's amazed how she can survive this surreal wild jungle. For hours she rides the powerful current which pans out over another waterfall and Crimson plummets into a lake. Exhausted,she swims to the shore and pulls herself on the grass. She feels the coolness on her skin due her soaken wet hardbody. She drifts into a short sleep.
Hours later...
She stirs awake to see several manlike insects with spears standing over her. One of the them order: "Grab the goddess."
Crimson,dazed,is raised to her barefeet and she feels bolas wrap around her wrists again. Once again her freedom is cut short,she's been found and she has a strange new owner. She stands as the same manile insect holds her arms as another gags her with her a lace cloth. The alluring redhaired goddess marches entwine with the stragen manlike instects which found her.
The leand manlike insects jabs Crimson with his spear and she force marches forward without fighting him at all. As she feels the mud under barefeet,she's now owned again. But she feels more like a captive than being owned.
She shudders as enigmatic manlike insect strokes her long glowing redhair. She feels his eyes roaming over her perfect curves of nude bardbod. Once again she finds herself in the undiscovered country...
Wednesday, April 11, 2018
Escape from the White Goblin
Deep in the erotic jungle of the Ownverse...early evening..
A violent storm rages the juingle and the temple within it.
The last thing Crimson recalls before she had been put to sleep by some sedative fig. She wakes up tied spread eagle in anciet chamber. She hears an alien scream as she struggles against her bonds. To her surprise she isn't the sacrifice but another creature was. She figures she's thier sexy concubine of pleasure. For now escape is own her mind. Though she's owned by the white goblin,she isn't his concubine in his crazy cult. Yet many cults large and small dot the junglescape. As she hears the chants she knows this her only chance to escape and be owned by something else. She would rather take that risk than anything else.
She breaks one of the ringlets with her wrist. Then she breaks another and then she rips the ringlets from the embedded poles with her ankles. She hears the sound of a running stream a meter away. Crimson quickly follows the sound of the stream. She steps into a dark cave beneath the temple. She glances around for other goblins.
So far,so good.
She takes her chances with the running stream. She dives into the nector water and she lets the strong current sweep her and far from the powerful white goblin. As the stream subsides she swins up from the cool current and pulls herself on the shore near the jungle. She lays sensous and curvy nude in the rain as it patters her. At least she's far and away from the crazy white goblin. As she looks around the unfamiliar part of the Ownverse, it's clear Crimson is lost.
She falls asleep as she let's the rain falls. A deep dreamy sleep.
Hours later...
She wakes up soaken wet. But she doesn't care she continues to follow an unknown path. So far she hasn't seen anything except hungry carnivore shadows fighting among each other fur survival. As the own goddess she's amaze she's lived this long. She expected death in the vast jungle.
"Where am I?" She muses. Crimson continues look around as she follows her path. The moons haven't moved into thier own phases. For now she'll try to find shelter and food.
A violent storm rages the juingle and the temple within it.
The last thing Crimson recalls before she had been put to sleep by some sedative fig. She wakes up tied spread eagle in anciet chamber. She hears an alien scream as she struggles against her bonds. To her surprise she isn't the sacrifice but another creature was. She figures she's thier sexy concubine of pleasure. For now escape is own her mind. Though she's owned by the white goblin,she isn't his concubine in his crazy cult. Yet many cults large and small dot the junglescape. As she hears the chants she knows this her only chance to escape and be owned by something else. She would rather take that risk than anything else.
She breaks one of the ringlets with her wrist. Then she breaks another and then she rips the ringlets from the embedded poles with her ankles. She hears the sound of a running stream a meter away. Crimson quickly follows the sound of the stream. She steps into a dark cave beneath the temple. She glances around for other goblins.
So far,so good.
She takes her chances with the running stream. She dives into the nector water and she lets the strong current sweep her and far from the powerful white goblin. As the stream subsides she swins up from the cool current and pulls herself on the shore near the jungle. She lays sensous and curvy nude in the rain as it patters her. At least she's far and away from the crazy white goblin. As she looks around the unfamiliar part of the Ownverse, it's clear Crimson is lost.
She falls asleep as she let's the rain falls. A deep dreamy sleep.
Hours later...
She wakes up soaken wet. But she doesn't care she continues to follow an unknown path. So far she hasn't seen anything except hungry carnivore shadows fighting among each other fur survival. As the own goddess she's amaze she's lived this long. She expected death in the vast jungle.
"Where am I?" She muses. Crimson continues look around as she follows her path. The moons haven't moved into thier own phases. For now she'll try to find shelter and food.
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