The Ritual Begins

The queen continues on for a time. Eventually she turns to the priest, he takes up a wooden box from the base of the throne and slowly makes his way down from the platform. He passes through the crowd and approaches you.

He holds the box out, you see that it is actually a block of wood with a hollowed out section in the middle. It was just the right size for the idol to go into. You hesitate, not sure what to do. You didn't really want to give up the idol as the people seemed to fear it, but obviously handing it over was something expected of their god during this ritual. If you strayed from the prophecy you weren't sure how long you could maintain this deception.

In a way it didn't matter. You had come to terms with the fact that you weren't going to make it out of here alive. Your thoughts go to your friends once more. You place the idol in the hollow. The holy man bows deeply to you then heads back up to the throne. He offers it to his queen, she looks at it for a long time. Inspecting it closely. She looks to him and says something. He turns and places it upon the throne, displaying it for the whole village to see.

The queen then turns to you. Pointing at you she shouts a command. Suddenly village warriors have you by the arms. You don't put up a struggle, trying to maintain a god like calm through the proceedings. You see the slab that the poor professor had died on being readied for you as you are lead up the stairs. Once to the top you give the queen a dark stare of utter contempt, she seems oblivious to it. She is looking at you hungrily.

Her maidens begin undressing you. They note the scratches and bruises and bite marks from your previous evening's activities with Soo-yin. This interests the village and they begin to whisper among themselves. The queen and holy man look at each other and nod approvingly. This seemed to correspond with what they were expecting. Perhaps this Chyoa character did battle with a panther or something in their story.

You allow yourself a quick glance toward the main building but don't dwell on it. You didn't want to give away the gambit. You prayed they were already into the jungle and putting distance between them and the village. Your wrists and ankles are bound to the slab. The priest says a few words and soon the maidens are beginning their real job, to get you hard.

As you had seen the other night two of them kneel and begin pleasuring you orally as the other kisses your chest and sucks your nipples. You knew your cock would betray you, as always, so instead of trying to resist you just kept the image of your beloved Natali grasped firmly in your mind.

The painted maiden's knew their business and they knew it well. As one takes your knob into her slurping mouth the other kneeling one plays with your balls, scrotum, and perineum with her lips, tongue and fingers. However, their purpose was stimulation not pleasure. They weren't careful and attentive the way a lover would be, they simply focused on getting you hard as quickly and efficiently as possible.

They back away, their task accomplished. You stand tied to the slab spread eagle, your rigid manhood reaching for the heavens before the completely absorbed and engrossed village. You feel the slab start to be turned and tilted backward. Soon you are lying upon it, looking up at the fat white moon hanging in the onyx sky. The queen is helped up onto the table, her flabby body now exposed to the world. The sight of her almost makes you wilt, but the maidens are there to ensure their queen is served.

She looks down on you and begins to lower herself, spreading her cunt lips wide and aiming for your rod.

The crowd begins their chant.

CHYOA! CHYOA! CHYOA!