Sunday, December 9, 2018

Cloak Shadows Get the Girl

Somewhere,amidist the ruins on the savannah of the Bodyverse A few weeks later...

Katie has lost some sense time.
She doesn't how long she'd been underground in the surreal crater which Gosha the beastman found some weeks ago. She and her beastman lover are unaware of gleaming eyes in the deep shadows staring and watching. Especially the hardbody babe Katie.
Katie lays inviting on the strange floor rug. All she knows the mystical ruins are older than time itself. The strange monoliths increase her sexual prowess to her surprise. She and Gosha made out for days until they both reach exhaustion. Katie had been conquered but still the ruins and shadows of the place made her uneasy.
I rather take my chances in the jungle,she thinks.
As Gosha sleeps Katie gets up and explores some. Her nude curvious hardbod and auburn glow under the firelight. She ventures close to the shadows near a door--'
 A strange hand clasp her mouth and she feels herself pulled into the cool darkness. Many thin bone hands hold onto her as she feels a gag slide over her mouth and her wrists firmly tied behind back.Ths cloaked shadows quickly disappear through one of the doors.
 Katie wants to scream.

Torchlights highlight the passage and the strange powerful shadows march thier babe toward another door. Katie looks back but she can't make out her abductors. The gag keeps Katie subdued as marches toward the door.
It swings open--
With her wrists firmly bound,Katie force marches out in the surreal moonlit jungle. Still she can't make out the strange shadows that seized her. Thier faces hidden only made them more mysterious.
A voice bellows "Carry the girl."
Katie bites her gag as she's lifted upward and gently place over a poweful shoulders. She feels a cool hand wrap around her bare bronze thighs. The hand feels dead like and she wonders if a cabal of unearthy zombies have taken her.
 All she does is squirm and gazes at the unfamiliar surreal jungle. She moans loudly through her gag but her cries go unabated. All she can do is wonder as the surreal cloak shadows take her again deep into the surreal jungle. All she can do is squirm.
Whoever wants her she's now thiers.

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