Somewhere in the bizarre black jungle..several midnights later..
Nena has bee been tied to the ancient X pole for sometime. For days and nights she'd been the witch's captive to play with. She wasn't never harmed to her surprise and shock. The witch would shrink her to Barbie doll size and use her as her personal play thing.
But not tonight...
She loosens her bonds and she swears she hears the witches shireks then silence from her hut. Already she dreaded this part of the strange black jungle and just wanted to get out. In the moonlight she swears she sees varied shadows of dinos long since extinct. She has no idea of what's come as she drops her and passes out again. The witch has drugged her...
A few hours later...
She feels a familiar large hand keeping her anchored on a small lizard steed. As she stirs awake she murmurs "What happened."
"Your now mind my sexy human Nena," Mud Thing declares.
His cool grip upon her bare flesh makes her shiver in fear as she gazes blankly at the surreal black jungle.
"I killed the witch," Mud Thing declares.
"Well since you have me,you can keep me," Nena concedes. The strange surreal roars of monsters unknown send slight shivers down Nena's spine. With her wrists bound behind her bare sling camo bikini back and now her ankles bound. She didn't have much choice to surrender to him. Skull Island has taken some Halloween like eeriness about it but not enough to chill her. She knows she sees in a small fraction of land of a larger island off any of the cruising and cargo routes upon the South Pacific.
Nena welcomes Mud Thing kiss on her cheek. She can only guess what other surreal life forms exists her that would want her for thier bidding.
"Where are we going my great one," She muses.
"Some place where we can't be found."
"I doubt that," Nena counters as she feels the cool moonrays on her pronounced buxem hardbod. Her eyes dance couriously around as they dark glossy plain and she feels the wind blow against her cheek. She sees the vast openness of the strange savannah which reminds her that the island feels so unearthy almost alien.
"I'm another world," Nena murmurs as she feels Mud Thing powerful fingers play with her beautiful brown hair. An overwhelming sense helplessness now conquers her.
Wednesday, October 23, 2019
Tuesday, October 22, 2019
Witches of the Black Jungle
Somewhere in Skull Island amidst the strange black jungle.
Nena doesn't know how long how many days she's been in the strange surreal black jungle. It seem to go on forever with surreal trails here and there. She had found a digital compass that still work amazingly but the compass would constantly spin its
"Damn," She mutters and throws useless compass into the shadows of the jungle. Then as she's getting her bearings,a luminious tentacle reaches out and grabs her by surprise and Nena screams as she's lifted upward and the strange creature hauls her deeper into the unfamiliar black jungle. She removes her dagger and trys to break free. Yet she can't for the tentacle is too strong.
The creature makes itself known in a small clearing. Nena is sure now she's facing death as she stares down at the intelligent formless blob matter what it is. She let's the creature swallow her and she takes her dagger and claw her way out of the blog monster. Once she cuts it here and there,parts of freeze instantly; The more Nena slashes through the more the creature screams its eerie scream. She cuts an open finaly and rolls out of it with plasma goo all over her. Her sling bikini buxem hardbod gleams eerily under the moonlight.
She crawls as far as she could from the dead blob monster.
She slides her dagger back in it's sheath. Now Skull Island takes on an alien like surrealness.
Covered with plasma, she finds a small lake and dives into it. She finds the water refreshing and cool,the water refreshes and clenses her. As Nena rises out of the lake,soaken wet and sexy,her ant steed is waiting for her to her surprise.
A few hours later...
Nena pushes deeper in the enigmatic jungle. She stops her ant for a moment and stares at the map. Unexpectly there's light and smoke in front of her. "What?" She murmurs as she stares at the dark figure emerging from the smoke. The ugly lookin green face red eye witch takes her surprise. She smiles with delight and points her stick. "Ah a lone human."
"Let me pass," Nena protests.
"You belong to me," The green face witch declares. She points her wand and quickly her wrists are force behind her bareback. Nena trys to fight her magic but she can't as she force to dismount and she pulled to the witch. As Nena now stands bewildered,confused--the witch points her wand to a puddle of mud and the mud forms into a taller muscular creature. The witch orders "Sieze her.She comes with us."
The mud creature gathers Nena over his shoulder. Real fear now grips Nena as her captors disappear with her in the shadows of the black jungle. She squirms under the powerful mud creature's hand as they head toward a black shadow castle which appeared out of no where.
Nena doesn't know how long how many days she's been in the strange surreal black jungle. It seem to go on forever with surreal trails here and there. She had found a digital compass that still work amazingly but the compass would constantly spin its
"Damn," She mutters and throws useless compass into the shadows of the jungle. Then as she's getting her bearings,a luminious tentacle reaches out and grabs her by surprise and Nena screams as she's lifted upward and the strange creature hauls her deeper into the unfamiliar black jungle. She removes her dagger and trys to break free. Yet she can't for the tentacle is too strong.
The creature makes itself known in a small clearing. Nena is sure now she's facing death as she stares down at the intelligent formless blob matter what it is. She let's the creature swallow her and she takes her dagger and claw her way out of the blog monster. Once she cuts it here and there,parts of freeze instantly; The more Nena slashes through the more the creature screams its eerie scream. She cuts an open finaly and rolls out of it with plasma goo all over her. Her sling bikini buxem hardbod gleams eerily under the moonlight.
She crawls as far as she could from the dead blob monster.
She slides her dagger back in it's sheath. Now Skull Island takes on an alien like surrealness.
Covered with plasma, she finds a small lake and dives into it. She finds the water refreshing and cool,the water refreshes and clenses her. As Nena rises out of the lake,soaken wet and sexy,her ant steed is waiting for her to her surprise.
A few hours later...
Nena pushes deeper in the enigmatic jungle. She stops her ant for a moment and stares at the map. Unexpectly there's light and smoke in front of her. "What?" She murmurs as she stares at the dark figure emerging from the smoke. The ugly lookin green face red eye witch takes her surprise. She smiles with delight and points her stick. "Ah a lone human."
"Let me pass," Nena protests.
"You belong to me," The green face witch declares. She points her wand and quickly her wrists are force behind her bareback. Nena trys to fight her magic but she can't as she force to dismount and she pulled to the witch. As Nena now stands bewildered,confused--the witch points her wand to a puddle of mud and the mud forms into a taller muscular creature. The witch orders "Sieze her.She comes with us."
The mud creature gathers Nena over his shoulder. Real fear now grips Nena as her captors disappear with her in the shadows of the black jungle. She squirms under the powerful mud creature's hand as they head toward a black shadow castle which appeared out of no where.
Thursday, October 17, 2019
Nena Forges into the Black Jungle
In the hull of the shipwreck evening...
Her nightmare snaps her awake with a startle.
Nena rubs her eyes as she stirs awake to her new reality. She feels her muscle hardbod wake up and she knows she can't stay in the ship wreck for ever. She rises on her barefeet and ventures upon the cool wet grass. She glances at the rising moon and then glances at the surreal jungle in front of her. She removes the faded map of Skull Island to determine the best path to take. She feels this island larger than it looks.
She finds a path from the shipwreck and it cuts through the black jungle in front of her. Under the rising moonlight it has a surrealness about it. An eeriness about it as well that makes her shudder. But she pushes her fears aside.
Nena strolls from the shipwreack and into the jungle. Eerie animal sounds echo as she follows the path which seems to go on forever. Her eyes glance back and forth for anything that moves and maybe wants to take her Her sling bikinied buxem hardbod glows under the eerie moonlight. Large tropical roses and flowers dart the path making her journey feel like she's in someplace unearthy.Alien.
She hars a boom of thunder and suddenly a flash of lightening crashes into one of the huge jungle trees which dwarf her in size. Nena is just five foot one and her petite size makes her feel like a doll in this surreal jungle. She quickly stops as she stares at the lightening struck tree which falls and breaks up in front of her.
"This is a weird place already," She murmurs to herself. As the rain falls Nena makes it to the large crashed tree and sees it hollow. She climbs into it and waits until the rain stops. Every since she found this island,and now in the jungle she feels she isn't alone. The sensual castaway stares at the hard tropical rain. Suddenly the rain stops.
A few steps up the path Nena gets lucky and finds a steed. It's in the form of giant horned ant. She calms it down and seconds later she's on steed riding quickly through the jungle. "Incredible." She murmurs to herself.
She continues to ride her ant steed through the surreal jungle. She has no idea still what lays ahead but for now she doesn't think about it. All she knows she wants to get out of this eeire black jungle.
Yet still Nena doesn't know what dangers lay ahead.
Saturday, October 12, 2019
Lost Hardbody of Skull Island
Mysterious island several weeks later....
Gentle sounds of a rushing stream or waterfall.
Nena stirs awake in the strange beautiful jungle. She backs herself up against a huge cocounut tree and greets the warm sun as it splashes her. She has no idea what day it is. Much less what it is. Her watch and jewels she wore are no longer on. Her head pounds.
"What a headache." Nena murmurs. She's all alone and she knows it. Her mind is disoritend. But she as she becomes more councious of the jungle and waterfall around her,the reality of the strange island with no name hits her.
She notices that the tribe has change her bikini. She now wears a sling camo bikini of fine silk and she feels a knife sheath on her right thigh. It has been tied on. The tribe,whatever they are,have let her go,much her captivity with them she doesn't remember. She feels a sheath of old paper near her knife. She removes it.
She opens it up and sees it is an old map. The map is lightly detailed and she sees name leap at her: SKULL ISLAND in bold letters. She realizes that whovever left her the map in the tribe wants her to survive.
"At leasts it's first clue," She declares as she as she studies it. Beyond stream which they left her is an ancient ruin city of ZOBAR. Yet beyond this city are a series of mountains and one is shaped like a shull. Hence the name Skull Island,she figures.
Still the jungle is frought with dangers,she realizes. Nena folds the map and slides it near her knife. She removes her blade and its surreal,alien in design. But it's just right in her hand. Nena rises up and places a cocunout on a stone near and takes her blades and slices it in half. She drinks the cocounut milk and eats the edible parts.
She now realizes she's a lost hardbody on Skull Island. An island off the South Pacific routes maybe by a hundred miles or more. Yet this island has a feel of alieness about it,unearthy to her senses.
Nena sees the small galleon shipwreck in front of her the stream running over it. The galleon didn't make it up river she sassumes.
A coming sound of thunder.
"A tropical storm is coming," She murmurs softly. She quickly finds the shallow end of the stream and navigates with her barefeet and looks at it. She finds a huge hole and steps into it just as she hears the winds and roars of creatures beyond her imagination. She finds a comfy spot and relaxes against the wall. of the ship. She doesn't know how long the tropical storm is going to last. She hears the wind and rain...
"This could be a long haul," She murmurs.
At least she knows where's she marooned at and that brings some her peace for now.
Gentle sounds of a rushing stream or waterfall.
Nena stirs awake in the strange beautiful jungle. She backs herself up against a huge cocounut tree and greets the warm sun as it splashes her. She has no idea what day it is. Much less what it is. Her watch and jewels she wore are no longer on. Her head pounds.
"What a headache." Nena murmurs. She's all alone and she knows it. Her mind is disoritend. But she as she becomes more councious of the jungle and waterfall around her,the reality of the strange island with no name hits her.
She notices that the tribe has change her bikini. She now wears a sling camo bikini of fine silk and she feels a knife sheath on her right thigh. It has been tied on. The tribe,whatever they are,have let her go,much her captivity with them she doesn't remember. She feels a sheath of old paper near her knife. She removes it.
She opens it up and sees it is an old map. The map is lightly detailed and she sees name leap at her: SKULL ISLAND in bold letters. She realizes that whovever left her the map in the tribe wants her to survive.
"At leasts it's first clue," She declares as she as she studies it. Beyond stream which they left her is an ancient ruin city of ZOBAR. Yet beyond this city are a series of mountains and one is shaped like a shull. Hence the name Skull Island,she figures.
Still the jungle is frought with dangers,she realizes. Nena folds the map and slides it near her knife. She removes her blade and its surreal,alien in design. But it's just right in her hand. Nena rises up and places a cocunout on a stone near and takes her blades and slices it in half. She drinks the cocounut milk and eats the edible parts.
She now realizes she's a lost hardbody on Skull Island. An island off the South Pacific routes maybe by a hundred miles or more. Yet this island has a feel of alieness about it,unearthy to her senses.
Nena sees the small galleon shipwreck in front of her the stream running over it. The galleon didn't make it up river she sassumes.
A coming sound of thunder.
"A tropical storm is coming," She murmurs softly. She quickly finds the shallow end of the stream and navigates with her barefeet and looks at it. She finds a huge hole and steps into it just as she hears the winds and roars of creatures beyond her imagination. She finds a comfy spot and relaxes against the wall. of the ship. She doesn't know how long the tropical storm is going to last. She hears the wind and rain...
"This could be a long haul," She murmurs.
At least she knows where's she marooned at and that brings some her peace for now.
Wednesday, October 9, 2019
Very Lost and captured Beauty
Somewhere in the South Pacific way off the known trade shipping routes..
Nena,alone,moved into the island's interior. She strolls into the cave which appears to go upward like a foothill. Still she has no idea where she is and long thte way into the interior,she sees bizarre large insect skeletons. A huge dead spider and dead reptile.
The petitie hardbody moves forward regardless. She reaches the entrance in a very short time. Her brown eyes scan the horizon and she notes the strange fog surrounding the moutaintops distance.
"Doesn't make sense," she murmurs to herself as she moves forward not knowing what dangers this island has. She hears the sounds of tropical birds and waterfalls. She stops barefoot in the open grass.She notices her bruises and cuts have healed.
Yet Nena has no idea where she is. Much less the name of the island. If it does have a name.
Nena ventures forward not knowing what to expect. She welcomes the high sun and strange cool air against her bikinied hardbody. The island's off feeling throws her.She pauses and looks at her slim watch. Her watch hands stopped. She hears a sound as she stands in the surreal meadow.
"Uh-oh," she murmurs when the primitive tribe rushes out of no where. Nena stands helpless and the tribe surrounds her. A guttural order is given and suddenly she feels primitive painted fingers grab her wrists bound them behind her back. Fear grips her as a she feels her ankles being bound as well. Large hands suddenly lift her and she feels her buxem hardbod being thrown over over a powerful shoulders. Gripped in fear she can't scream and she feels the hand keeping her suppressed her as the tribe leaves the meadow.
Her fear paralisess her as she rests over the tribesman's shoulder. Nena feels strong fingers holding onto her like she's some rare jewel. Nena has no idea why they want her. She remains quiet as they move from meadow into jungle.
"Don't harm me," She pleas out of the blue.
The tribe disappears into the beautiful canopy of jungle. Nena's unfamiliarness of the island now coves into the view as she sees various tropical roses.
"I feel like capture Jane in a Tarzan movie but I don't have no tarzan," She murmurs. She feels fingers run through hair,as if she's rare catch for them. Perphaps she is. Nen remains silent as the tribe continues on thier strange journey with her...
Nena,alone,moved into the island's interior. She strolls into the cave which appears to go upward like a foothill. Still she has no idea where she is and long thte way into the interior,she sees bizarre large insect skeletons. A huge dead spider and dead reptile.
The petitie hardbody moves forward regardless. She reaches the entrance in a very short time. Her brown eyes scan the horizon and she notes the strange fog surrounding the moutaintops distance.
"Doesn't make sense," she murmurs to herself as she moves forward not knowing what dangers this island has. She hears the sounds of tropical birds and waterfalls. She stops barefoot in the open grass.She notices her bruises and cuts have healed.
Yet Nena has no idea where she is. Much less the name of the island. If it does have a name.
Nena ventures forward not knowing what to expect. She welcomes the high sun and strange cool air against her bikinied hardbody. The island's off feeling throws her.She pauses and looks at her slim watch. Her watch hands stopped. She hears a sound as she stands in the surreal meadow.
"Uh-oh," she murmurs when the primitive tribe rushes out of no where. Nena stands helpless and the tribe surrounds her. A guttural order is given and suddenly she feels primitive painted fingers grab her wrists bound them behind her back. Fear grips her as a she feels her ankles being bound as well. Large hands suddenly lift her and she feels her buxem hardbod being thrown over over a powerful shoulders. Gripped in fear she can't scream and she feels the hand keeping her suppressed her as the tribe leaves the meadow.
Her fear paralisess her as she rests over the tribesman's shoulder. Nena feels strong fingers holding onto her like she's some rare jewel. Nena has no idea why they want her. She remains quiet as they move from meadow into jungle.
"Don't harm me," She pleas out of the blue.
The tribe disappears into the beautiful canopy of jungle. Nena's unfamiliarness of the island now coves into the view as she sees various tropical roses.
"I feel like capture Jane in a Tarzan movie but I don't have no tarzan," She murmurs. She feels fingers run through hair,as if she's rare catch for them. Perphaps she is. Nen remains silent as the tribe continues on thier strange journey with her...
Beauty and the Island
Present Day...South Pacific midmorning.
Sounds of engine trouble.Exploding engine.
Lights blinking.
Private Gulfstream 650 taking a dive.
Panic passengers...
Rapid dive,rapid crash landing in water...
When Nena awoke on the bed she feels the waters of the South Pacific rising around her. She stands drops her robe which reveals the buxem hardbody beauty in her pink thong bikini. She stares out at what is now a Gulfstream split in half. Already the first half has plummeted in the vast deep of the South Pacifc and her rich boyfriend is no where to be found. Her mind is disoriented,bewildered as to to what happened. She has a brief headache and she ignores it.
She finds the medical kit and slings it over her shoulder. All she can hear is the stillness around her and the sounds of rising water. Her muscles ache but despite she's amazed she's survived the crash.
"Better get the hell out," She murmurs as the water rises quickly.
Nena reaches the edge of the split Gulfstream and dives in the water. She rises a few meters outside the wreckage. She watches as the latter part of the jet sinks quickly into the fathomless South Pacific.
Nena turns in the water and sees rocks peak through a strange fog. Now fueled with the intent of survivial she swims toward the rock outcroppings. Once she gets past the fog, she sees a beach and with a surf rolling in and rolling out. Nena grabs the rock and she lets the hide tide ride in the beautiful beach.
She crashes on the beach. Aches and pains. Her five foot 3 frame withstanding the blow. Nena lands on her chest catches her breath and rolls herself on her bareback. She faces the sky and stares upward at the endless tropical blue. She welcomes the hot tropical sun.
Nena wonders where she is and drifts back to sleep to ease her physical pain and let the sun dry her off. She dreams of the vivid crash for it stirs her awake. Tears run down her eyes.
Nena rises upward and drys her brown eyes. She stares at the fog,cave in front of her and asks,"Where the hell am I?"
Nena knows she's on an island and she's been to various islands in the South Pacific. But this one is slightly off she feels. Nena stands on a stone and cranes her head upward. Beyond the grey and black mountains she sees an abudance of rich green.
"Food," She blurts. "Food."
For now this mysterious island sparks her attention. For she never seen anything like it.
For now she's haunted by the crash,but survival is more on her mind that what happened a few hours ago.
Sounds of engine trouble.Exploding engine.
Lights blinking.
Private Gulfstream 650 taking a dive.
Panic passengers...
Rapid dive,rapid crash landing in water...
When Nena awoke on the bed she feels the waters of the South Pacific rising around her. She stands drops her robe which reveals the buxem hardbody beauty in her pink thong bikini. She stares out at what is now a Gulfstream split in half. Already the first half has plummeted in the vast deep of the South Pacifc and her rich boyfriend is no where to be found. Her mind is disoriented,bewildered as to to what happened. She has a brief headache and she ignores it.
She finds the medical kit and slings it over her shoulder. All she can hear is the stillness around her and the sounds of rising water. Her muscles ache but despite she's amazed she's survived the crash.
"Better get the hell out," She murmurs as the water rises quickly.
Nena reaches the edge of the split Gulfstream and dives in the water. She rises a few meters outside the wreckage. She watches as the latter part of the jet sinks quickly into the fathomless South Pacific.
Nena turns in the water and sees rocks peak through a strange fog. Now fueled with the intent of survivial she swims toward the rock outcroppings. Once she gets past the fog, she sees a beach and with a surf rolling in and rolling out. Nena grabs the rock and she lets the hide tide ride in the beautiful beach.
She crashes on the beach. Aches and pains. Her five foot 3 frame withstanding the blow. Nena lands on her chest catches her breath and rolls herself on her bareback. She faces the sky and stares upward at the endless tropical blue. She welcomes the hot tropical sun.
Nena wonders where she is and drifts back to sleep to ease her physical pain and let the sun dry her off. She dreams of the vivid crash for it stirs her awake. Tears run down her eyes.
Nena rises upward and drys her brown eyes. She stares at the fog,cave in front of her and asks,"Where the hell am I?"
Nena knows she's on an island and she's been to various islands in the South Pacific. But this one is slightly off she feels. Nena stands on a stone and cranes her head upward. Beyond the grey and black mountains she sees an abudance of rich green.
"Food," She blurts. "Food."
For now this mysterious island sparks her attention. For she never seen anything like it.
For now she's haunted by the crash,but survival is more on her mind that what happened a few hours ago.
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