Somewhere in the eroitic,seductive Toyverse jungle...twilight.
A helpess scream echoes in the jungle. A helpless human babe scream..
Crimson screams as she sees the face of her owner. Though she stirs and squirms her mangicifincant incredible hardbody;his clawhand retains control of her. Crimson gasps at the ugly face of the White Goblin who now poessess her. The white goblin licks his lips at the sight of his newly nude owned goddess.
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH she moans as she feels his clawhand squeeze her gently. A strong breeze whips up her long orange red hair as she stares blankly at the jungle around her. Crimson trys to find a clue where this White Goblin is taking her. "Why do you buy me?" Crimson pleas.
The White Goblin doesn't react instead he sinks his handclaw into her flesh and Crimson fallls asleep. The White Goblin finds it much easier to control her.
Hours later...under a strange light twilight...
Crimson doesn't say anything as she feel her wrists bonds being tightened with his bolas. She grips the bola balls in her hands. She knows escape is out of the question. The White Goblin drops his loose noose around her neck and he gets in front of her. He gently tugs her leash and she follows behind obiendtly if she wishes to remain alive. She finds it better to obey than resist any creature who desires her.
They follow a windng trail through the unfamiliar jungle. Crimson sees broken ruins here and there that dot the landscape,coupled with huge reptile skeletons of monsters pass. Sometimes she wonders if she's on an early form of the Earth.
The White Goblin leads her toward what appears to huge ruined temple surrounded by water. She hears loud sounds of waterfalls. She senses a sense of dread as she follows her master into the dark environs. She sees the beautiful waterfalls as she obediently follows her new master,the White Giblin.Despite the waterfalls she hasn't a clue why the White Goblin wants her. No matter,she's owned.
Saturday, March 31, 2018
Wednesday, February 28, 2018
Sold to a mysteruous creature
Somewhere in the erotic jungles of Ownverse.
The moon phases are now in play which means time to sell the redhead.
With her writs tied behind her back,Crimson marches between two goblins as march her toward her new owner. She tried to coax it out of them but they didn't give her clue and the Goblin King had been cryptic. At least the goblins follow the rules of the Own Goddess ethos. Now to armed sentinals march the alluring redhead through some vast sutteal ruin,while the skys above turn violent with a comng storm.
The goblins didn't harm her at all. Though out of lust some wantd Crimson for themselves the rules layed down by the ancients forbid it. Crimson feels the wet under her barefeet and the coming storm keeps her mind off whats to come. Then the rain falls and she welcomes it. For the nector rain keeps her mind occupied and her fear less. She finds it a strange mix. Yet again the Ownverse is unpredictable and predicting what's to come she dimiss long ago.
At the end of the footpath,in front a huge crumbled bust, she sees a cloak figure. The face is hidden in the darkness. More mysterious...
"Ah you have the redhead babe," The cloak figure says, "the king has lived up beyond my expectations."
Crimson stands as she watches a single gold bar is given to the leader. She joins the mysterious figure without hesitation.
"Who are you?" Crimson asks.
He doesn't answer and she feels a handclaw stroke her long glowing redhair. Her blue sweeps the ruins for any clues where she could be taken too by the mysterious figure. But she couldn't find any except his huge lizard.
The figure climbs on it first and he lifts Crimson upward and rests her on her chests. She didn't resist as she feels his hand claw on her bare ass hardbod. Yet something didn't feel right and she couldn't put finger on it; she feels the rain patter her body and she sticks her tongue out for the nector has magical properties.
The mysterious figure grips her firmly as he guides his steed out of the ruins.
Crimson can't help sense she's been sold to another goblin. A feeling she can't shake.
The moon phases are now in play which means time to sell the redhead.
With her writs tied behind her back,Crimson marches between two goblins as march her toward her new owner. She tried to coax it out of them but they didn't give her clue and the Goblin King had been cryptic. At least the goblins follow the rules of the Own Goddess ethos. Now to armed sentinals march the alluring redhead through some vast sutteal ruin,while the skys above turn violent with a comng storm.
The goblins didn't harm her at all. Though out of lust some wantd Crimson for themselves the rules layed down by the ancients forbid it. Crimson feels the wet under her barefeet and the coming storm keeps her mind off whats to come. Then the rain falls and she welcomes it. For the nector rain keeps her mind occupied and her fear less. She finds it a strange mix. Yet again the Ownverse is unpredictable and predicting what's to come she dimiss long ago.
At the end of the footpath,in front a huge crumbled bust, she sees a cloak figure. The face is hidden in the darkness. More mysterious...
"Ah you have the redhead babe," The cloak figure says, "the king has lived up beyond my expectations."
Crimson stands as she watches a single gold bar is given to the leader. She joins the mysterious figure without hesitation.
"Who are you?" Crimson asks.
He doesn't answer and she feels a handclaw stroke her long glowing redhair. Her blue sweeps the ruins for any clues where she could be taken too by the mysterious figure. But she couldn't find any except his huge lizard.
The figure climbs on it first and he lifts Crimson upward and rests her on her chests. She didn't resist as she feels his hand claw on her bare ass hardbod. Yet something didn't feel right and she couldn't put finger on it; she feels the rain patter her body and she sticks her tongue out for the nector has magical properties.
The mysterious figure grips her firmly as he guides his steed out of the ruins.
Crimson can't help sense she's been sold to another goblin. A feeling she can't shake.
Friday, February 9, 2018
What a Goblin Wants,A Goblin Gets
Being owned is sometimes a vicious cycle.
A few hours later....
She stirs to a sound of roars swishing in water.
A bound and gagged Crimson lays cradle in a huge hands of the King Goblin. She doesn't recall much of the giant goblin which snared her a few hours before. Her azure eyes roam around the terrain and she realizes she's no long in Styx but back on the surface. Somewhere in the erotic jungle. She quirms and moans as she bites her lace gag; the lace bolas wrap tight around her wrists and ankles. Often her owners bound her for transport,some against her will, bit they have thier reasons for doing so.
She gasps where the mysterious king goblin strokes her glowing long orange red hair which glows under the twilight moons of the Ownverse. Her perfect hardbod glows as well as if the Goblin has tap into her somehow. Crimson shivers in the the king grasp but she faces no harm. She figures she's been reclaimed once again and whatever giant goblin was he'd been sent to track her down. And he did.
I can never escape those,I fear. Crimson thinks as goblin claw hand strokes her. She churns restlessly but the powerful creature keeps her under his control. She trys to get a grasp where they're taking her. She acquaits being owned to slavery bit it doesn't feel that way. Often when she fulfills her sexual obligations some have let her go in the wild and those that have sold her. For Crimson this her new life and she has adapted successfully to her new role. She relaxes in the goblin's hand and stares at him with a flrity look. She wonders if there's more to the Ownverse beside the world of Styx.
Hours later...
Once on shore,the enigmatic King Goblin thrusts his Crimson over his shoulder and she bites her gag when she feels his strong claw hand squeeze her. She lets out her senssous moans as he and his cadre follow a predestine path into the jungle. Weird unearthy crys of beast and monsters unknown send a shiver up her spine. Live plants and carnivore spiders,lizards scare her the most becouse she's small against them.
For now she glances around the unfamiliar jungle. At least she's back in the jungle she's familiar with.
Where are you taking me? She thinks.
A few hours later....
She stirs to a sound of roars swishing in water.
A bound and gagged Crimson lays cradle in a huge hands of the King Goblin. She doesn't recall much of the giant goblin which snared her a few hours before. Her azure eyes roam around the terrain and she realizes she's no long in Styx but back on the surface. Somewhere in the erotic jungle. She quirms and moans as she bites her lace gag; the lace bolas wrap tight around her wrists and ankles. Often her owners bound her for transport,some against her will, bit they have thier reasons for doing so.
She gasps where the mysterious king goblin strokes her glowing long orange red hair which glows under the twilight moons of the Ownverse. Her perfect hardbod glows as well as if the Goblin has tap into her somehow. Crimson shivers in the the king grasp but she faces no harm. She figures she's been reclaimed once again and whatever giant goblin was he'd been sent to track her down. And he did.
I can never escape those,I fear. Crimson thinks as goblin claw hand strokes her. She churns restlessly but the powerful creature keeps her under his control. She trys to get a grasp where they're taking her. She acquaits being owned to slavery bit it doesn't feel that way. Often when she fulfills her sexual obligations some have let her go in the wild and those that have sold her. For Crimson this her new life and she has adapted successfully to her new role. She relaxes in the goblin's hand and stares at him with a flrity look. She wonders if there's more to the Ownverse beside the world of Styx.
Hours later...
Once on shore,the enigmatic King Goblin thrusts his Crimson over his shoulder and she bites her gag when she feels his strong claw hand squeeze her. She lets out her senssous moans as he and his cadre follow a predestine path into the jungle. Weird unearthy crys of beast and monsters unknown send a shiver up her spine. Live plants and carnivore spiders,lizards scare her the most becouse she's small against them.
For now she glances around the unfamiliar jungle. At least she's back in the jungle she's familiar with.
Where are you taking me? She thinks.
Sunday, February 4, 2018
Giant Goblin of Styx
Deep in the world within the world of the Ownverse...
Eerie weird crys of beatas unknown made Crimson shiver.
The strange Manbeasts bound thier own goddess to a pole amdist some strange rock ruins. Word there are caves that lead back to the surface. Since in the poessission of the two Manbeasts she'd lived up to her reputation. The three of them would do an orgy for hours until her hardhod reach exhaustion.
Her intuitive sense tells her that it times to sell her to a new owner. It's hard to tell if Styx has a sky or not due to the huge erotic jungle trees. She could feel and hear a wind blow somewhere near her but she isn't sure where. She looks aroiund for the Manbeasts but thier no where to be found. Again Crimson shivers more out of fear of the unknown than anything else. Now the two manbeasts reapperar cut her lose and escort across the ruins. "You know it's time to sell me," She squips.
"We know."
Under thier escort a nude curvuous hadbod Crimson doesn't flee them. At times she feels like an object toss around here and there. "Where are we going mon?" she inquires gently.
The powerful manbeasts don't reply but instead march ther exotic redhead up a mound with two poles. Quickly the grab Crimson's writs and bind her between the poles as she struggles against them but that proves futile. She now stands as her perfect body glows. One of the Manbeasts lights a torch toward the eerie looking jungle in front of her. She sways back forth trying to break her bonds but she remains in place.
Quietness feels the eerie jungle of Styx.
"I don't like this," Crimson murmurs softly.
Crimson hears the breaking of trees falling as she struggles. She shivers in fear as the breaking trees get closer,closer,closer....
A giant shadow breaks the trees and when it comes into the light: a giant goblin. His eyes stare at her hungerly...
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
She struggles as the giant wraps its fingers around her perfect curvy body. She feels her bonds break as she feels its large fingers cup her as she struggles like Fay Wray in King Kong. The giant Goblin turns away from the mound pedestal. As his large feet retraces his path through the erotic jungle,Crimson passes out of fear. As her new giant owner clutches her gently as he heads with her into the unknown.
Eerie weird crys of beatas unknown made Crimson shiver.
The strange Manbeasts bound thier own goddess to a pole amdist some strange rock ruins. Word there are caves that lead back to the surface. Since in the poessission of the two Manbeasts she'd lived up to her reputation. The three of them would do an orgy for hours until her hardhod reach exhaustion.
Her intuitive sense tells her that it times to sell her to a new owner. It's hard to tell if Styx has a sky or not due to the huge erotic jungle trees. She could feel and hear a wind blow somewhere near her but she isn't sure where. She looks aroiund for the Manbeasts but thier no where to be found. Again Crimson shivers more out of fear of the unknown than anything else. Now the two manbeasts reapperar cut her lose and escort across the ruins. "You know it's time to sell me," She squips.
"We know."
Under thier escort a nude curvuous hadbod Crimson doesn't flee them. At times she feels like an object toss around here and there. "Where are we going mon?" she inquires gently.
The powerful manbeasts don't reply but instead march ther exotic redhead up a mound with two poles. Quickly the grab Crimson's writs and bind her between the poles as she struggles against them but that proves futile. She now stands as her perfect body glows. One of the Manbeasts lights a torch toward the eerie looking jungle in front of her. She sways back forth trying to break her bonds but she remains in place.
Quietness feels the eerie jungle of Styx.
"I don't like this," Crimson murmurs softly.
Crimson hears the breaking of trees falling as she struggles. She shivers in fear as the breaking trees get closer,closer,closer....
A giant shadow breaks the trees and when it comes into the light: a giant goblin. His eyes stare at her hungerly...
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
She struggles as the giant wraps its fingers around her perfect curvy body. She feels her bonds break as she feels its large fingers cup her as she struggles like Fay Wray in King Kong. The giant Goblin turns away from the mound pedestal. As his large feet retraces his path through the erotic jungle,Crimson passes out of fear. As her new giant owner clutches her gently as he heads with her into the unknown.
Sunday, December 24, 2017
SCROLL2:THe Land Of Styx
If something wants me,they will find me,Crimson thought.
Deep in the mysterious Own Goddess Sanctuary..
The mask intruders took a daze Crimson by surprise.
"Nooooooooooooo you can't have me," as the muscle bronze mask intruder cradles the green lingerie clad redhead in his arms.Still daze she can't fight back but Crimson didn't want to risk it; as she struggles the more his hands tighten thier grip. Crimson could only guess where's taken too. The intrlopers takes her into a parlor and lays her on a mound of sweet flowers and Crimson the Own Goddess finds herself making out with them both and she screams in delight. In a matter minutes she surrenders to the mysterious bronze mask creature. Crimson realizes she's in her own Consent Parlor and the feeling is surreal.
Once again she finds herself nude as the tall muscle mask creature binds her wrists behind her bare hardbod. Crimson says "Now you own me who are you?"
"The manbeasts of Styx."
"What's Styx?"
"You'll find out."
The mask manbeast throws Crimson over his brawny shoulder and his companion follow a small stream as the rejunivated Crimson struggles over his shoulder; his squeezes her and she moans OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. As they reach some unknown steps his fellow manbeast plays with her long glistening red orange hair, They journey down the spiral steps for a several minutes,
For Crimson it feels like an eternity.
As she gazes around she realizes she's in a world within a world.
Crimson now lays on the mane of a huge tusk boar and she feels the full grip of the mask manbeast as she moans softly OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. She feels the manbeast assert his power over her as a new jungle spin in slo mo in front and around her. She could only imagine in the bizarre jungle of Styx what the manbeasts want with her. She wonders what unknown dangers lay ahead for her...all she knows she's owned.
Deep in the mysterious Own Goddess Sanctuary..
The mask intruders took a daze Crimson by surprise.
"Nooooooooooooo you can't have me," as the muscle bronze mask intruder cradles the green lingerie clad redhead in his arms.Still daze she can't fight back but Crimson didn't want to risk it; as she struggles the more his hands tighten thier grip. Crimson could only guess where's taken too. The intrlopers takes her into a parlor and lays her on a mound of sweet flowers and Crimson the Own Goddess finds herself making out with them both and she screams in delight. In a matter minutes she surrenders to the mysterious bronze mask creature. Crimson realizes she's in her own Consent Parlor and the feeling is surreal.
Once again she finds herself nude as the tall muscle mask creature binds her wrists behind her bare hardbod. Crimson says "Now you own me who are you?"
"The manbeasts of Styx."
"What's Styx?"
"You'll find out."
The mask manbeast throws Crimson over his brawny shoulder and his companion follow a small stream as the rejunivated Crimson struggles over his shoulder; his squeezes her and she moans OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. As they reach some unknown steps his fellow manbeast plays with her long glistening red orange hair, They journey down the spiral steps for a several minutes,
For Crimson it feels like an eternity.
As she gazes around she realizes she's in a world within a world.
Crimson now lays on the mane of a huge tusk boar and she feels the full grip of the mask manbeast as she moans softly OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. She feels the manbeast assert his power over her as a new jungle spin in slo mo in front and around her. She could only imagine in the bizarre jungle of Styx what the manbeasts want with her. She wonders what unknown dangers lay ahead for her...all she knows she's owned.
Sunday, October 29, 2017
Interim Dreams of Her Earth Lover
In the Mesa of the Waterfalls in the erotic Ownverse...
In the casket as Crimson sleeps her hardboy heels,yet as she sleeps the mysterious crysaline waters awake memories she lost and her lost menories take the shape of vivid drems.
A large Victorian house with a long pier which extends into a shimmering lake. Details are vague and fractured as her mind trys to pull the detals together--
She knows that they lived together and her lover Chuck is older and handsome for his age, He never rushed her in their relationship they took their time, They were equels in their relationship and she figured that's why it worked. She stands in the familiar teak floored living room--
The scene spins and changes:Crimson herself in his king size bed under the warm covers and her long orange red hair glows; outside a blizzard snow falls and the wind howls.They'te together and he rolls her under the warm covers; his touch is gentle powefuk for his age but to Crimson he's the best thing that ever happen. "Conquer me," she coos softly.
"Of course."
They love make into the early evening, Outside the blizzard has subsided to falling snow.
They prop themselves againt the bedreat and Chuck toys with her long orange redhair with his fingers and she teases: "You have a fetish for my hair."
"So what you have soft hair," he counters.
He takes her in his arms again and he gives a hard kiss on her lips; one thing she knows he couldn't keep his hands off of her--
The dream memory goes black as the pristine waters engulf her again in her long deep sleep. The waters churn repairing her scars,cuts,bruises. The pristine waters work its magic over her again for the final time...then the waters drain out of her casket back to the flowing glistening streams. The cssket swings open...
Crimson falls to the ground and moans as she stirs awake from her long sleep. She's soaken wet still from her rejuvimation. She feels like a new babe as she stands up and survey her surroundings,she doesn't recall much except buring Bloodface,
Unbeknowist to the exotic redhead she's being watched by creatures unknown.
In the casket as Crimson sleeps her hardboy heels,yet as she sleeps the mysterious crysaline waters awake memories she lost and her lost menories take the shape of vivid drems.
A large Victorian house with a long pier which extends into a shimmering lake. Details are vague and fractured as her mind trys to pull the detals together--
She knows that they lived together and her lover Chuck is older and handsome for his age, He never rushed her in their relationship they took their time, They were equels in their relationship and she figured that's why it worked. She stands in the familiar teak floored living room--
The scene spins and changes:Crimson herself in his king size bed under the warm covers and her long orange red hair glows; outside a blizzard snow falls and the wind howls.They'te together and he rolls her under the warm covers; his touch is gentle powefuk for his age but to Crimson he's the best thing that ever happen. "Conquer me," she coos softly.
"Of course."
They love make into the early evening, Outside the blizzard has subsided to falling snow.
They prop themselves againt the bedreat and Chuck toys with her long orange redhair with his fingers and she teases: "You have a fetish for my hair."
"So what you have soft hair," he counters.
He takes her in his arms again and he gives a hard kiss on her lips; one thing she knows he couldn't keep his hands off of her--
The dream memory goes black as the pristine waters engulf her again in her long deep sleep. The waters churn repairing her scars,cuts,bruises. The pristine waters work its magic over her again for the final time...then the waters drain out of her casket back to the flowing glistening streams. The cssket swings open...
Crimson falls to the ground and moans as she stirs awake from her long sleep. She's soaken wet still from her rejuvimation. She feels like a new babe as she stands up and survey her surroundings,she doesn't recall much except buring Bloodface,
Unbeknowist to the exotic redhead she's being watched by creatures unknown.
Tuesday, October 24, 2017
Mesa of Enchanted Waterfalls
Somewhere above the skys of the surreal Ownverse
Bloodface clutches his Crimson and guides hi blavk eagle towar a mesa which shoots out glistening waters on all sides.
She feels his hand squeeze her gently: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH she moans OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh, She feels power shoot up her spine like a reminder whose in charge.She gazes at the surreal mesa as it draws closer. Then she feels his grip her tighter as his bird dives toward a large hole and her long orange red hait blows in the wind as she gapes at the latge hole; suddenly the earth swolows then up.
He crcles his black bird over a lush jungles with running shimmering streams. Crimson feels his bird land she can only guess what Bloodface has plan. Often the unknown scares her and that's what happening now.
You're dying,she senses,death is slowly claiming your lifeforce...
Moments later
Crimson layed ubtied,unbound on the sweet smelling rosey bed. As she spends his last hours with Bloodface she embraces him madly,she feels his hand run through her glowing orange red hair and she remarks "I'm tired.Exhausted,"
As death slowly reclaims him, Bloodface poinst out this is the Own Goddess Sancutary; Crimsom gazes around at rhe ancient preserve statues and embedded in the wall across from her in a gold and glass mummy like casket; yet she knows things here aren't what they seem. Minutes later BloodSkull dies and she lightly kisses his lips. Upon his death she removes a scroll and reads it.
"I know what to do."
In over an she buries BloodSkull's corpse by covering him in rocks near a running. Crimson sees no need to mark his grave. Despite her grief,tears running out of her eyes,she feels physically and mentally exhausted, Her immortally has limits she releasizes,
Out of no where a small podium with two quartz crystals appears--
She ventures to it and by instinct she turns the first quartz crystal and the strange beautiful casket opens, She runs to it with all her energy and steps into it. The casket door shuts as she feels aches and pains in her hardbody. As Crimson shut her eyes she feels crystal clear waters rise over her and falls into a deep dream sleep.
Crimson knows this strange casket is her rejunivation chamber. For now sleeps as the waters heal her all over--for the time bieing,,,
End of Book One
Bloodface clutches his Crimson and guides hi blavk eagle towar a mesa which shoots out glistening waters on all sides.
She feels his hand squeeze her gently: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH she moans OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh, She feels power shoot up her spine like a reminder whose in charge.She gazes at the surreal mesa as it draws closer. Then she feels his grip her tighter as his bird dives toward a large hole and her long orange red hait blows in the wind as she gapes at the latge hole; suddenly the earth swolows then up.
He crcles his black bird over a lush jungles with running shimmering streams. Crimson feels his bird land she can only guess what Bloodface has plan. Often the unknown scares her and that's what happening now.
You're dying,she senses,death is slowly claiming your lifeforce...
Moments later
Crimson layed ubtied,unbound on the sweet smelling rosey bed. As she spends his last hours with Bloodface she embraces him madly,she feels his hand run through her glowing orange red hair and she remarks "I'm tired.Exhausted,"
As death slowly reclaims him, Bloodface poinst out this is the Own Goddess Sancutary; Crimsom gazes around at rhe ancient preserve statues and embedded in the wall across from her in a gold and glass mummy like casket; yet she knows things here aren't what they seem. Minutes later BloodSkull dies and she lightly kisses his lips. Upon his death she removes a scroll and reads it.
"I know what to do."
In over an she buries BloodSkull's corpse by covering him in rocks near a running. Crimson sees no need to mark his grave. Despite her grief,tears running out of her eyes,she feels physically and mentally exhausted, Her immortally has limits she releasizes,
Out of no where a small podium with two quartz crystals appears--
She ventures to it and by instinct she turns the first quartz crystal and the strange beautiful casket opens, She runs to it with all her energy and steps into it. The casket door shuts as she feels aches and pains in her hardbody. As Crimson shut her eyes she feels crystal clear waters rise over her and falls into a deep dream sleep.
Crimson knows this strange casket is her rejunivation chamber. For now sleeps as the waters heal her all over--for the time bieing,,,
End of Book One
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