The Place in the Mists

Deep in the unknowns of the Neververse...night

An eerie light blue/red mists engulfs them.
 The bruish  pan orders Nena to stop and she does so. She feels her old binds slice off her wrists and a strong grip clasp her wrists as she stands hardbod buxem nude in the mists. She remains silent as her pan master rebinds his fresh rope bolas around her wrists. At the surreal eerie sounds of the erotic shadow jungle around her,the alien blood curtling crys want to make her jump but she doesn't.Instead she gazes around the erotic shaped shadowy jungle. The mists made it impossible to see where she is.
 Nena then feels a pointed jab. The pan bellows "March beauty."
 She does with no questions ask. She's now in between the pans. They're taller and stronger than she is. She knows her smaller buxem size has place her at a disadvantage but she found it wise not to flee. In the mists she would be lost easily. She feels the pan's lustful eyes weigh on her on delight. They continue to walk on the path unabated. The misty night feels like forever....

A few hours later...
 Her muscles ached,her mind tired Nena tried to push herself forward but her physical exhaustion from the long walk  takes over. She falls to the wet ground and murmurs "I have to rest."
  Suddenly she's manhandle in the lead pan's hands. Nena feels her nude bod twist over a powerful shoulder and a large hand wrap around her bare flesh thighs. She doesn't squirm nor tense in reaction,she feels instead the leader pan's powerful fingers which squeez her. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH  she moans softly.OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. As her triumph captor conintues through through the msts. Nena quickly drifts off to an erotic dreamy sleep. Her mind gets lost in the surreal dream.

A few hours later...
Nena lays on some huge comfortable pillows in a surreal mosaic stone structure. Her mind bewilder,confused over where she is. She finds her wrists chained to the square stone and she struggle meekly to the satisfaction of the Pans. Thier man like faces stare at her with a sensual delight. She sniffs the air and a sensual sweet aroma inhales her nostrils.
 "Satisfy us you;ll be set free or we'll keep you," The lead muscle pan name Orva declares.
  "Iive up to your bargain if not I'll kill you," Nena declares defiantly.