Sunday, March 5, 2023

Priceless Hardbody of the Elf Warlock

 Deep in the surreal strange Halloween like jungle of the Neververse...hours 

  An eager goblin and ghoul automatically seperate with the perfect small nude hardbod Josephine who doesn't question them. A cool,wet hand grips her shoulder and steers down an unfamiliar stone path now lined with various size pumpkins. The strong grip keeps thier bound booty in place as she force marches willingly. 

"Where are we going?" She blurts. 

"The Elf Warlock wants you babe of earth." 

Josephine doesn't reply at all. She marches with her regal escorts with the fact that Warlock now has layed claim to her like a Roman slave. She shudders at the thought what would this warlock would do with her but often forces of the jungle overrule her when she's captured. Frequently Josephine scanned the skys for she knows Kamal the ghoul wants her as well. 

Being trapped between these two is horror enough for her. 

Her captor escorts keep her on the stone path. She tried to deviate but thier larger hands push her back on her restance to them can't handle thier powerful restraints. Already against her will she made out with one against her will. Yet in this world she doesn't have choice. She's at the mercy of this jungle and alien world she fell into long ago it seems. 

She sees a ruined castle drawing closer. She could almost sense the telepahatic sense of the mysterious Elf Warlock. She now figures it's Elf Warlock that lured her and her couriour back to this jungle so this mysterious entity can claim her. 

A courtyard garden minutes later...

"Do you have my Josephine of Earth?" The creature in flowery throne chair declares. 

"We have." 

With Josephine between them,they approach the creature knows as the Elf Warlock. 

Her escorts present sexy hardbod Josephine to her new master. 

"What do you want of me?" Josephine demands. 

Instead the Elf Warlock hustles his Josephine along with him. 

Josephine boasts "Kamal the ghoul is going to find me for I belong to him." 

"You belong to me my lovely and this Kamal you speak of is fiction." 

"I wouldn't be so sure," Josephine adds as she force marches off with the Elf Warlock somewhere in his vast garden of jungle tropical flowers and stone.