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.

Nena Captured

Deep somewhere in the strange island...several days later in a driving tropical storm...

Nena stirs awake to a rude awakening.
She lays on the mane of a strange long legged horse as it gallups through the strange surreal jungle. She feels a firm strong hand on her bare bronze ass. She squirms and tenses her muscles in panic when she realizes she's bound. Her powerful abductor,whatever it is, is now control of her. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" she murmurs. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO you can't have me."
"Fiesty aren't we our lovely Castaway Nena," the ominous voice of her abductor declares.
 Nena feels the fingers grip her soaken wet nude bronze buxem hardbod. She glances at the hidden face of her abductor but she can't make out what has captured her. She can't make where there are going for a tropical torrential rain fogs her vison. Its horse moves quickly along a muddy path. She's no longer in the savannah amidst the dinosaurs,she last recalled. She last recalled her last resting place: she'd cross into a field of surreal mushrooms and her exhaustion set in. So she foind a huge mushroom and fell asleep.
 "Whoever you are,you must found me asleep in the strange mushrooms," her mysterious abductor declares.
 "I did."
Nena figures her abductor wants her nude for a reason. Already Skull Island has play its devious tricks on her. She knows the tricks aren't over. She wonders if she'll be rescued.
She feels the strong fingers squeze her muscle hard and she moans OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM....
"Your perfect my Nena."
She doesn't respond. Her small buxem hardbod remains close to him. She didn't like control but her powerful abductor whomerver it is had the advantage...

Evening dusk...
 The storm has cleared out...
With her wrist firmly tied behind her bareback, Nena marches under the guard of her mysterious abductor. She feels his cool hand steer off the path...they march toward what appears to be Greco-Roman ruins....
Worst she doesn't know what her abductor has planned. Nena shutters at the unknown.

Nena Escapes

Skull Island several weeks later...close to midnight...

Nena stirs to the smell of smoke. As she becomes more awake and aware of her new sitiution,she sees fires and beast attack her captors. The fire rips through the village. She finds her map and her knife. The moment she grabs them she jumps out of the hut and flees toward the blackness of jungle. She has no idea where she's going. But she doesn't care until she gets her bearings.
To her shock and awe,she's no longer nude but in a sleek yellow sling thong slingkini. She quickly moves on her barefeet and she reaches an area far from the burning village. She hears the dwarves scream till thier death.
Nena catches her breath. As she props herself against a coconut tree, she ties her knife back to her thigh and slides her map back behind it. Already she knows she's deep in Skull Island how far inland she has no idea. But for now she wants rest.
She's time but she isn't sure how much.
Nena drifts asleep. She drifts into a deep sleep.
Dawn.
Nena wakes up and stretches her muscles. She feels now fitful and rested and her brown eyes check out her new terrain. In the distant she sees black and white smoke rise of what's left the dwarve's village. The last thing she recalls that she had been in a jar and a Barbie doll for one to play with. Still she has no idea where she is. She figures she's still in the vast black jungle.
"Let's see where am I," She murmurs.
Nena removes her map and looks at it. The map takes on some weird magic properties and it appears in 3D to her. "Strange," She remarks to herself. Either way she realizes she's somewhere on the surreal map. She isn't sure where this strange map is taking her. She gives the map a much closer look and it resembles it had been drawn sometime in the 1930s. She soaks in the various details. She folds map back and replaces it back under the knife sheath.
 She rises upward and ventures back into the sunlight. The warm sun feels good and the beautiful clear blue skys.
 As she ventures down a new trail, it takes her out of the black jungle all together and she finds herself on a beautiful grassy savannah. From a distance the island is beautiful.
 She doesn't look back at the black jungle. On the map it had been labeled the Nightmare Jungle. For now her eyes search for a horse to ride. The wet green grass feels good under her barefeet. The wind whips her beautiful brown hair...she sees a river in front of her.
 "Wildlife," She murmurs as she stares at the smaller rhinos drinking water...
 The lovely castaway stares beyond the river.
She feels the vast unknown staring back at her.

Nena in a jar

Somewhere in Skull Island a few hours later...

Nena stirs awake with her head feeling like she's having a hangover.
She's schackled to a pole amidists some burning bonfires. She's been disarmed and her map is missing. She has no idea why the dwarves want her unless maybe a sacrifice to thier diety or gods. Her camo slingkini is in tatters but at this point it doesn't matter. The dwarves haven't really harmed her and she figures they've never seen a babe like her before.
 She hears the cackle of fires around her and struggles to break her bonds. She knows at she's vulernable at thier whims. Nena's brown eyes try to pierce the brightness of the flames to get grasp of the jungle around her again.
 She knows she's in the interior but how far she can only guess. Above a shadow of a reptile bird sweps her above her overhead. The bright moon brings a surrealness around her. Nena hears a snap of a finger and she drifts asleep...

Moments later...
 She stir awakes and feels a glass surface beneath her and she becomes counsicious she's startled and rushes to the glass. She places her hands on the glass and yells "LET ME OUT YOU MONSTERS!!!"
Suddenly giant stubby fingers reach in and grasp her. Nena gapes at her small size as she stares at big eye dwarf who reminds her of some unearthy troll. She struggles violently but she can't break his grip of his fingers. Just the enormirty of regular things freaks her out and she feels like she's in some surreal fantasy but it's very real. She feels the dwarf's thumb on her chest as she struggles. Now she feels like she's in King Kong mixed with Thumblina.
"Are you going to keep me?" Nena begs.
 The mysterious dwarf doesn't answer. The night is strange already and has gotten stranger already. She can't help think she's part of some surreal doll collection but she doesn't see anything else human like her...
 The stubby fingers remove her ripped slingbikini off of her and she struggles as she's chained between two stone totem poles. She struggles violently but all she sees is the dwarf smiling at her as if she's his doll of keeps....

Nena and the 7 dwarves

Skull Island several weeks later...

The tropical typhoon had washed away Mud Thing and Nena is left to fend for herself. Despite the winds of the typhoon,she found shelter in a vacated hole and the howling wind put to her sleep. When she awoke from one of her dream and she stretched her muscled arms, she feels the rays of the sun shine into the hole.
  Despite the down trees from the typhoon,she manage to get out the strange black jungle with no problem. She's determined to get as far as she can and her slingbikini hardbod welcomes the sun. As she ventures upon a huge grass blade savannah she on a plateau she has no idea where she is but the strange path of the map which she's been one now, she sees some raptors devour thier prey a herbivore dinosaur. She now feels like Raquel Welch in that movie One Million Years BC. Except her circumstances are much different and perhaps dire.
 Nena plays it smart and keeps her distance from the primitive raptors. Her brown eyes search for other means to ftransport to ride on. It take her long to find one either. She finds a dinosaur which looks alien to her but acts like a tame horse. It's a herbivore and she tames it. She climbs on it and she steers the dino in a directerion off the plateau. It didn't take long for her dino steed which has found a path downward and she finds herself in a valley with the mountains in the distance. Evidence of the typhoon damage is everywhere.
 "I may have to venture back on foot," she murmurs.
 As the dino steed ventures through large downed trees, all of sudden her quiet ride is disrupted. when a net drops and she's scooped up. The buxem hardbod panics as the net seems to swing around off the path and Nena sees some strange dwarves standing below with a devious smile on thier faces.
 "Uh OH." She breathes.
 She feels the net drop to the ground and she spills out of it. "Who are you?" She gasps as she feels one of the dwarves bound her wrists behind her bare back. "Ah we have a lovely human."
 Nena shudders on what's to come. The lead dwarf throws a loose leash around her neck. With a tug Nena follows behind as the other dwarves do the same. She feels a long spear tap her shoulder to walk and not reisist so much.
 Nena is shocked that dwarves have cleverly captured her. Nena and her dwarves are swallowed up in the beautiful jungle. Nena shudders at the thought why the want her for now....