Deep in the skys of the Bodyverse....
Josephine feels like she's in a bad nightmare....as she stirs awakes on firm mane of the hornet,she feels his firm fingers on her bare ass and she feels the bolas wrap around her wrists and her ankles. Josephine continues to stir awake as she gazes at the surreal sky with its strange moonlit clouds. She doesn't know how long she slept but the vivid dream had been enough to jolt her awake. She feels the wind whip her black hair and the cool rays sooth her nude small hardbod.
She murmurs softly "Who are you,why do want to have me?"
Instead Josephine feels her captor firmly grip her and pull her closer to him. She could now smell and sense the engimatic Warlock who poessess her like some madman. Already a storm flashes it's beautiful lightening around her as her captor guides his steed into the unknown. She has no idea who or what the Warlock is and she can't make his face as she squirms and moans.
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....she feels his larger fingers squeeze her gently and his lips on her cheeks. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" Josephine murmurs."NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO....."
"Don't resist me my sweet,you're in no position to challenge me," The Warlock echos. She feels his grip slightly get firmer and a shock of magic overwhelms her. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Josephine moans as his magic trance keeps her helpless. She feels as if another force has invaded her strong will and found her weakspots.
"I'll serve you my warlock," Josephine concedes softly as she stares at the clouds around her as she feels his dark hornet descend under the lightening clouds. She feels the tropical rain as she trys to make out where she and her captor are going.
Hours later...
With her wrists now losely tied behind her nude back,now marches with the hovering Warlock through some primitive jungle erotic looking ruins. Whateve he has plan her fate is in his hands bur her the Bodyverse she knows now controls her real fate...and that's out of her hands. At his order she con'ts to march and Josephine remains quiet on a violet color footpath into unknown.
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