Deep in the foreboding,mysterious blackwoods...
The strange nymph rides through the vast blackwoods and Chloe moans OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH as cool fingers squeeze her bareflesh. A powerful hand keeps the redhair damsel in her place extremely close to his seattle. The backwoods blur before her and the night neon colors spin dizzily as the large beattle scurries through the blackwoods. Her long redhair whips in the wind as the Nymph gallups off with her like she's a rare ruby. For her now earth feels beyond her grasp as sees the strange blackwoods around her. She feels they could go on forever,forever,forever...
"Mon where are you taking thee?" Chloe pleas softly. Just hours ago it seems her other captor have sold the redhair red riding hood damsel to another strange inhabitant of the blackwoods. Still her new world didn't make sense. Yet she has this feeling that belongs here for some reason or another. She blurts "Who are you?"
"Your overloard Nymph my Chloe," the mysterious Nymph declares. Chloe feels the beattle as she lays on its exoskeleton. She feels his fingers twirl her redhair in his long fingers. Chloe gasps as his fingers play with her hair and then she feels his strange cool hand stroke her back and suddenly she feels her muscles relax as if some magic spell now has been cast upon her.
"The Blackwoods aren't as they seem," she murmurs. Still the strange beautiful moons which hang in the heavens above makes her wonder she's on another world somewhere rather than dimension. She feels like a helpless,hapless damsel in a Rod Serling Twilight Zone episode mixed with surreal artwork of Heavy Metal magazine. A fact she can't shake and still it's a mystery why the Boogeyman brought her here in the first place.
"I have to been in some multiverse," Chloe murmurs.
"What did you say?"
"Oh,nothing my master." Chloe answers softly.
She feels his beattle gallup forward as the moons wane in the heavens. The blackwoods still go forever forward...
Hours later...\
Now with her wrists still bound behind her back,Chloe knows this Nymph isn't going to take chances with her. She feels his hand on her bare should and she feels his claws embed into her bare flesh. It's just the two of them and she wonders if she's been sold as his future mate.
Still where they're going is a mystery...unkown blood chilling roars echo through this part of the blackweeds as she force marches nude under the hand of her nymph captor...
