Nena and the 7 dwarf goblins

 Somewhere on Skull Island 

Nena escaped the large ape. 

She jump and plunge down with the huge waterfall. She has no idea where she's going to land but she figures she would rather be lost than a sacrifice. She guides her dive into a large lake and Nena splashes into the depths of the lake. 

She resurfaces with the horrors of the ape behind her. Yet she knows she's not out of the woods. Skull Island lurks with unknown dangers. She rests for a second and she swims  to the shore where she pulls herself up to the grass and rolls on her back and sighs. She's amazed she surviived the dive and she wonders how deep into Skull Island she's now into. 

Nena stands up wary of the jungle darkness in front of her and strange giant neon flowers that dwarf her buxem curvy 5ft frame. As a beautiful lost castaway she knows that parts of the unknown jungle could be a danger if she's not careful. 

Nena says "Something is watching me." 

It's as if the darkness is sheilding the creatures watching her. She doesn't have a choice she follows the unknown path into the semi darken jungle. She feels Skull Island isn't done with her. At time she feels the island tugging on her councious. She feels the jungle engulfing her as she ventures further down the path not knowing what to expect. Her brown eyes sweep the unfamiliar terran as she hears strange roars in the distsance. 

"Stop."  A voice declares. 

Nena does so. Almost immediately several ugly dwarf goblins surround her. Nena is stunned that some midge goblins captured her. Another group of them show up. Nena counts now seven of them. 

"Bound the girl tresspaser." A goblin intones. 

A dwarf goblin quickly ties Nena's wrist behind her soaken wet back. She clutches the octobolas as she's poked forward. Nena marches forward with no questions. She follows her dwarf size captors deep into the darknen jungle wondering what trouble she's fallen into. 

Sacrifice of the jack O' Latern Jungle

 Deep in Skull Island a few hours later.....

The larger than life cyclops bagged Nena with a silk bag before they stepped off thier docked long boat. As Nena struggles in the silk bag, she feels the rope end of the bags wrap tightly around her ankles as she struggles over a shoulder a powerful cyclops. 

"Let me out," She pleas. As Nena struggles in the silk bag, she feels the lumbering forms stepping off the long boat upon firm ground. She has no idea where she's being taken and the unknown jungle whereever she is, feels strange and ominious like a halloween night. 

The regal cyclops move forward through the jungle and thier captive Nena has no idea where's being taken. No matter how hard she squirms and struggles over the strong shoulder Nena couldn't break the bonds nor the ropes. The sexy sling bikini hardbod has idea where she is all she feels are thuds of a cyclop as it move forward with her. 

Hours later...

With her wrist firmly bound behind her back,Nena is escorted among some strange stone ruins which remind of her Stonehenge. A large hand clasps her shoulder keeping her marching forward and she obeys her captors with no question. 

"Where are we?" 

Under the bright tropical moonlight, Nena glistens like a rare cut diamond, a live jewel lost in the vasts jungles of the mysterious Skull Island. 

Nena is handed over to the a regal robed high priest and she's marches up the stepping stones and the powerful high priest cuts her bonds but she retied to long vines along with her ankles. Nena fights the vines but thier to powerful for her to break. 

Then an eerie chant sets in and Nena falls into a trance. She knows nothing can save her from the fate that's coming--

She hears a giant thud and tear of trees. Something like a King Kong stares and stabs back at her,Nena hardly moves then larger than life fingers slide around her hardbod like she's a doll. She feels the larger fingers grip her firmly as she feels the pull and grip of its fingers. 

Nena snaps out of her trance and screams as the mysterious ape shadow carries her back into the jungle,toward the unknown. 

Cyclop Cult

 Deep in somewhere in the mysterious Skull Island....twilight nights later...

Nena had made out with her cyclop lover for the past several nights but somehow she sense something is off tonight. As she lays on her back feels the bright moon rays and see the deep starry milky way...her brown eyes roam the moonlit darkness. 

"Whose there?" She half whispers. Nena had many nights to escape the cyclops he must've know it. For she sense figures in the shadows. The strange cloaked human like cyclops appeared and put her cyloptic lover under  a deeper sleep. 

Suddenly much larger fingers grab Nena and she feels her wrists retied behind her slingbikini back. She's caught by surprise them and thier cloaks had ancient symbols she couldn't decipher. A more regal looking cloaked Cyclops takes control of Nena and they march her town another stone trail back toward the strange forboding jungle. 

"Nothing on Skull Island doesn't appear as it seems," she murmurs. "I feel like I'm on another world." 

"Shutup Nena of Earth Realm." She hears the cyclops bellow and Nena obeys for they didn't give her choice. Her captors march her toward the river for the path takes them. How these cyclops found about her she figutes she and her Cyclops lover were spied upon. Now she feels Skull Island chose her for reasons unknown and she suspects the island may have brought down her private jet intentionally and she has no way back to reality. 

She's a lost and capture sexy castaway of an Island no one knows that doesn't exist and hasn't been discovered. 

Nena follows the mysterious cyclops toward some long boats. She assumes a high priest cyclops wants her for his long boat is regal looking. Nena is escorted toward the bow and she drops her knees and welcomes the wind in beautiful hair and shuts her eyes. She trys to not think what lays ahead; all she know she's deeper in the island and more lost than ever. The moonlight brings out her perfect curves of her buxem hardbod. 

She feels the high priest grins as she feels his eyes upon her. She feels the boats go down river. Her lover has no idea she's gone or he may have her up. 
"Where are we going?" 

Again she doesn't get an answer. She feels the long boats go downriver toward someplace unknown. The night eerie sounds of Skull Island jungle sound haunting to say the least. But the reptile creatures were the least of her worries. 

They know who she is and she's wary of that knowledge for now. 

Cyclops Shadow

 Somewhere deep in the surreal Skull Island...hours later

Sounds of galloping hoofs and a soft sensusal moan...

Large hand keeps her in her place on his steed as the strange cyclops gallups deep into the surreal paradise of the unpredictable Skull Island. Nena gasps as she lays bound close to him,just the surprise of being overpowered and captured by the strange unnamed Cyclops. The tropical rain still falls and like a curtain it seems to hide the cyclops and the sexy buxem castaway from others in the jungle. 

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Nena moans softly. She murmurs "Let me go." 

"No my sweet Nena of the Earth Relm," the Cyclops growled. Nena tenses her muscles of her incredible curvy hardbod. She feels like an alien barbarian has captured her for his own whims. Nena doesn't say anything further as the cyclops kissses and caress her cheeks. At least the island is never a dull moment and she wonders if she'll escape this crazy jerk that capttured her for his own motives. 

She feels his long leg horse steer in an opposite direction and he gallups onto a path that enters a cool cavern and suddenly she feels a setting sun upon and she sees giant tiger lilys flowers all around them. The cyclops forges forward with his Nena. The sling bikini buxem beauty gasps as she feels his horse gallup faster. She feels his steed rising upward on a mountain path. She now figures his destination must be in the mountains somewhere...

Seconds later they reach a beautiful green plateau. Nena feels more lost now in Skull Island and she doesn't have a way back. She feels the horse stop on the grassy plateau....

Seocnds later the aggressive cyclops places a struggling Nena on her bare feet. She feels his large dagger cut her binds. Nena let the cyclops steers her on grass plateau. With his dagger at her bareback Nena aptly marches to the Greco-Ruins in front of her...and moments later the two enter a strange structure...a structure for Nena that feels familiar yet so alien...

The cyclops ties now her between two poles. Then Nena feels his powerful hands on her buxem hardbod as he pulls her closer and he forces a kiss upon her lips as she screams. 

Nena Lost,Nena Found

 Deep in the surreal strange island of Skull Island....a few hours later...

Nena finds a lone horse size ant and she quickly tames its to be her own steed. Once tamed the slingbikinied amazon as she calls herself,sits on her ant and she guides it through the wide paths within the larger than life grassblades. 

She knows time has passed but she doesn't know how much time has passed. For her it feels like several months but time here frequently bewilders her. As she guides her ant steed she sees some larger than life footprints. Some humanlike,others completely alien. She wonders if Skull Island is in a portal of some dimesional universe for at night she has seen double moons. Yet still as she looks upward she sees a passnenger jet or two but they don't see her. 

As she meanders her ant steed along the path, the terrain changes two larger than life tree roots which sprout upward around her. She isn't sure of her direction either is she heading north or south or around in circles. Nena pauses her ant and stares upward at the huge jungle tree canopy above her. Lost is something she's gotten to used too and she glances around as she dodges some larger than life tropical spider webs which pop up around her. 

"Something is watching me," Nena declares as she steers her ant forward. That feeling of being watched hasn't escaped her. Nena figures she would rather be captured than be lost in some dangerous vast jungle. Yet the larger than life jungle,constant terrain change,made her feel like a graphic comic heorine in a Heavy Metal comic serial. 

Nena would call hers Dangers of Skull Island...or something like that. Then it happen out of the blue..a primitive tribe appears around her. Nena has no where to run...

The primitive cyclops quickly overwhelm a shocked Nena. As the thunder booms above and around her,she squeals softly her wrists and ankles are bound. Seconds later Nena finds herself on her bare bux chest as she feels alien hand on her bare ass as the primitive cyclops gallup off with her...

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh she moans as she feels the hand squeeze her and she feels the tropical rain fall as they seem to disappear into the curtain of heavy tropical rain with Nena as the prize...

Huge grassblades,Tiny Nena

 Somewhere amidst the jungles and some ruins somewhere in Skull Island...midnight a few weeks later... 

In the Pompei like structure,Nena awakes from a vivid dream. She doesn't recall the dream but when she trys to wake up the mysterious mystic whom she's been with for months it seems; she let's out a soft squeal and takes his blanket and covers him. Nena grabs his sheath weapon and ties around her back. She's dress still in her yellow thong slingbikini which brought out her wonderful fine curves from her buxem hardbod. 

Fully awake Nena ventures and strikes out into the unknown. That unknown of Skull Island frequently scares and facinates her at the sametime. She weaves her way out of the ruins very easily. She has no idea what lays ahead and she doesn't care for her survival is more on her mind. Still this island has had a lot of surprises and a lot of unknowns. 

"I just need something to ride," she murmurs softly. She forges still into the jungle and for several hours she follows a real bizarre path. By dawn she makes it toward the end of the jungle and she hits by a surprise: before her are tall grassblades and tall tropical flowers. Nena steps into the strange land and she feels like it's Land of the Giants. She follows the path and removes her weapon. Thus far she hasn't seen a huge footprint. But this early morning she's lost again and it seems the island does this to her and her senses. 

"Damn" She murmurs. 

The tall slim grassblades stretch endlessly as if there's no end. Still the unknowns of the world scare her. Already she feels small how small she doesn't know but she continures,she feels some water under her barefeet. She looks around the new diminisional land. She has no idea but there's still that sensation of being watched. 

Being watch it spooks her.

Nena and the Strange Mystic

Somewhere on Skull Island somewhere in the jungle..

With sunrise,Nena glances at the face of her cloaked captor as she feels his hand on her shoulder. Her small buxem nude hardbod is no match for this stranger who found her while she slept days ago. Now she sees his human skeletal face which appears to be a mask. As they draw closer to the Greco Roman ruins she trys to get grasp where she is.
Skull Island has been playing its tricks with her.
She senses some mystic whatever it is discovered her and maybe hasn't seen a human babe like her before. "Who are you?" She ventures.
"Shotar,Nena."
"How do you know my name?"
"I read your thoughts and memories," Shotar replies calmly. "You will do my bidding."
 "If I refuse?"
 "I will kill you." He declares.
"Alright I'll be your sex slave," Nena laments.
 She feels Shotar the Mystic grip her wrists now and she marches forward erect under his grasp. He stops her amidst some of the Greco Roman structures and sniffs her hair.
"Kiss my neck and get over with," Nena declares in a strong voice. "Men of my world love taking me to bed with them."
 "Of course they do," Shotar declares.
So Shotar caress her neck gently with his lips. Nena let's out a soft gasp as she stands. It's as if Shotar has found her phyiscal weakeness with her. Nena bend her head back against him and she feels his lips on her soft skin.
Since being marroned on this surreal island,she realizes how much she misses the affectionate of men who slept with her. She didn't care if she had one night stands,her urges sometime controlled her like some primal spirit let loose. At the sametime she feels the power of the skeletal face mystic at the sametime. She feels his dagger cut her bolas off her wrists.
 "I'm not going to leave you my Shotar," Nena declares.
 She remains with him as she promised. They look around the ruins for a structure to stay for another tropical storm is coming. She lets Shotar slide his hand around her waste. As his captive she knows she can't escape and will not escape.
 As the strong thunder echos. she and Shotar quickly find shelter in a Pompeii like Roman house compete with a mosaic and Nena crashes on the large roman purple coutch. She drifts asleep under the watchfull eye of Shotar,the Mystic.