My Lovely Hardbody of Earth...

At a river stream near a strange surreal cliff a few meters from the jungle...
 "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," Josephine moans as Ozo manhandles her over his shoulder. She tenses as she collospes over his shoulder and the obsess nymp lord cluthers her as if she's a rare diamond. The surreal sky spins around her as she feels dizzy,she feels his hand keep her anchored in his powerful grip.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" She objects weakly as Ozo keeps her over his shoulder. She feels a cool rain splash her small nude hardbod and she feels like some ghoul has nab her on Halloween night...
Ozo ignores her pleas and objections like some powerful dark lord.
Ozo opens the door and Josephine sees it's an underground related to his black castle above. The strange beautiful stream gleams as Ozo walks on it toward his a torch lighted relm of his castle. Her moans and crys subside as she feel the power of nymph lord course through her. His mysterious overwhelming power makes her helpless.
 Ozo has his reasons for carrying this hardbody. Walking her would've been a waste of time,since she's smaller and lighter,he decided to carry her. Even if it went against his beauty wishes.
 Ozo passes through a waterfall and thte cold water startles Josephine and she struggles under his grip. "Let me go," She protests again.
"No way Sexy Beast."
Ozo takes pleasure as she struggles over his shoulder. She knows she belongs to him and as she gazes around the semi darkness a pair of alien like blue eyes stab back and she hears an alien roar. Ozo reaches a ancient stone portico and places Josephine on her barefeet. She stands still soaken wet and bewildered.
Her ankle bounds suddenly drop off and Ozo orders "March my lovely hardbody of earth."
Josephine marches up the steps with her head lowered. They reach a black arch door minutes later...she feels his hand around her supple  bare flesh waste. The hallway is ominiously quiet and Ozo marches his captive Josephine toward an open blue door.
 His castle feels like the castle of Roger Corman's The Masque of Red Death but this one is very real and surreal.
 For the time being Ozo bounds Josephine to pole in front of his bed. Outside the surreal storm slashes and strange lightening slashes. She feels Ozo's power throughout his castle...
 She shrieks helplessly but she knows no  one will find her for now.