The Hand of Her Master

 Somewhere in the erotic Neververse. A few weeks later...

Veltor called Julia his Redhead Paramour.

The young long redhair hardbody rests under his hand on the mane of his stark red/black raven. For Julia knows that Veltor's power is unbound. She squirms under his huge fingers as they squeeze her bare flesh. As she stares downward, the desert is a blur and the blur changes to the beautiful jungle. She could only guess where Veltor is taking her. She feels his fingers squeeze her gently again. 

"Moan my sweet," Veltor intones. 

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Julia echos as she squirms restlessly. Her bonds are tight around her wrists and ankles. She knows she could never escape one as powerful as Veltor. He makes her feel small and helpless. 

"Whare you taking me,comrade," She murmurs in her seductive voice as her brown gaze blankly at the jungle below with its hidious creatures. 

"You'll find out my Julia of Earth," Veltor declares. 

She continues to squirm and tense under the fingers of Veltor. She feels his fingers tighten over her and his magic shoots up her spine. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH she moans again and the heavens hear her. Then Julia passes out. 

Veltor smiles. He knows her restistance has been futile. Julia falls asleep under the hand of her master.

A few hours latter...

With Julia over her shoulder,Veltor moves through the jungle with his nude hardbod Julia with the alluring long redhair. She stirs awake suddenly and finds herself over his shoulder for she the coolness of moonbeams. She doesn't know where she is. Much less where they're going. All she knows she's property of Veltor. 

"LET ME GO," she squeals. But her squeals for freedom go unheard. "Let me go."