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.
