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...