katie and the Cult

Some unknown stream somewhere in the erotic Bodyverse...afternoon twilight.

Katie sleeps on the huge log which she jump on days ago. She didn't care where it took her just as long as it got her away from the ghouls. Exhausted from being pursued by blob like monster she fell into the stream and swam her way to the log. She's small enough to ride to the huge log. Her pronounce nude bronze hardbod and her glowing curly auburn redhair made her exotic those in the jungle.
Katie stirs awake. Her mind comes into focus as her huge log tugs to the shore as if by some unknown forces. At this she doesn't care. She rolls off the log and let's the cool stream wake her mind and herself up. She doesn't know how long she slept. Except it feels like a week or more since she found the larger than life log.
 She pulls herself up out of the water and inhales the cool evening air. What's remarkable her doesn't shiver to the  coolness as it would do on earth. She wonders if the Bodyverse has much different composure of atomospherics than earths. But she's just guessing.
 "Wow what a dream I had," She murmurs softly to herself. She sees a path as she strolls slowly on the shore. She pauses and stretches her limbs. On this world she feels young for some reason. She continues down the path looking for food,she doesn't see the surreal strange no trespassing sign a meter from her.
She finds a fruit tree and grabs an oval banana and eats it. One piece fruit she could last several weeks on without eating anything else. As she ventures further down the path the unexpected happens. Several mask intruders jump her. A disembodied ghost like voice orders "Bound her."
Katie feels her wrists bound behind her bare bronze back again. "Who are you dickers?" She barks defiantly.
"Shut up bitch you're property." The mask face turns towards one of his surbordinates. "Gag her."
  Katie feels a lace gag slide over her mouth.
Katie now marches entwined between them like a defenseless babe which she is. A hand frequently steers her and keeps her on the strange path as she sees thier steeds. She has no idea who has her but her intuition tells her it might be an ancient cult.
 A bound and gag Katie is lifted up to the leader's steed. She lays on her chest close to him as she feels his hand anchor her down. The strong hand keeps her in place as if she's being reminded where her standing is in the shadowy jungle. Katie gasps as the zealot eye party gallups off with her. It was as if they knew she had been coming.
 Yet who are these jerks? Katie thinks as terror reeks up and down her pronounce hardbod as she glistens under the evening twilight of the erotic jungle...