Captive of the Ownverse

Somewhere in the exotic,surreal jungles of the Ownverse...
Her quiet life,social routines, have been disrupted.
His cheetah horse gallup swiftly through the jungle following some broken path that leads somewhere. Angel rests close to his saddle bewildered over what happen and now she's known as the own goddess. Being in the Ownverse is sinking in,for this world is no dream,depsite the feel it has she's in real life Heavy Metal graphic story where she's the halpless heroine like Drunna. Her brown eyes remain affic on the deep beautiful jnngle, it's as though the strange meteor had a looking glass and some force pull her through the surreal looking glass. The world spins in slow mo and in psychedelic kalidescopic colors.
Agains she feels the White Orc squeeze her gently and she moans OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH/ His grip is like some powerful hook for his hand doesn't release her. Her muscles ache all over her bronz perfect hardbod. She's coming to grips that she's an own goddess now. She feels the wind blow her long dark brown hair as she tenses her muscles more out of fear than anything else.
She glances up at the White Orc with the exotic mask over part of his face. She feels his lips on her cheeks but she doesn't turn away as if some force wants her to welcome his kiss.
"Where are you taking me?" Angel pleas gently. She feels his hand stroke her bareback as if he's never felt a human before. To her surprise she hasn't been harmed or hurt by the orc. Only kiss affectionaly. For Angel the mask made him mysterious and unlike any date she's been on. As she squirm restlessly to ease her aching muscles the new world is still bewildering. Confusing.
 The whire orc keeps his hand on her as if he has power over her. She feels his strength and she can't get over he like to squeeze her nnd kiss her from time to time. As Angel stares dizzly at the jungle it feels vast,dangerous unknown. Shilling crys by shadowy monsters unknown sends chills up her spine but this White Orc is protecting her. His strong hand calms her.
 Still her quiet life has been disrupted forever.
 The orc emerges out of the jungle onto a vast array of surreal ruins,busts and she feels his cheetah horst stop. Angel is place on her barefeet and she marches willfully toward the stones. She hers the word "Consent" and she agrees. She feels like a captive but a captive of a different sort as she force marches among a path among the ruins.