You wait to see the ritual's climax.

Just then you notice a man being brought out of the large building. His hands are bound behind his back and there is a villager holding each of his arms as they lead him toward the town center. This man was not one of the villagers. He was an older fellow of lighter complexion with graying balding hair and a goatee, his pale naked body was soft and doughy. This was someone from beyond the jungle, as a matter of fact you knew him!

You recognize him as Professor Alesander Mendoza. He was one of the academics you had been working with back in Spain. They must have pieced together what you were doing and sent an expedition of their own despite their assurances they would not dig into your business.

"Son of a bitch." You mutter under your breath.

He is brought up to the platform to the right of the queen. What looks to be a wooden upright slab type contraption is also carried up. It is about 7 foot high and 4 foot wide with holes in each corner. You can just hear him trying desperately to talk his way out of the situation, he seemed to have a rudimentary grasp of their language as he wasn't speaking Spanish. He definitely believed he was in dire peril as his pleas were loud and wailing as he struggled against the men holding his arms.

As he reaches the top of the platform two more men grab him. They unbind his wrists, as they do so he begins to struggle even more frantically. Each of the four men take a limb and they press him back against the thick slab of wood. They **** him to stretch out spread eagle and they tie each of his wrists and ankles to the slab, the ropes run through the holes in the corners.

"It looks like a sacrifice. We've got to go save him." You knew it was hopeless even as you said it.

Soo-yin shakes her head. "There's too many, everyone out in the open."

The professor struggles against the ropes, shouting and begging at the queen. The four men back away, leaving the man bound nude for all the village to see. The drumming begins once more as three young small breasted women approach. They wear only a simple loincloth and have phallic designs painted on their bodies. They approach him and immediately begin to pleasure him. Two of them are on their knees sucking his cock and balls while the other sucks and pinches his nipples.

The man throws his head back and in Spanish screams. "God help me!"

You breath a sigh of relief. "Okay, maybe not a sacrifice."

Soo-yin says nothing as she scans the village. You follow her gaze to see what looks to be a guard or soldier standing in the long shadow of a hut cast from the bonfire, he is leaning on a spear. You hadn't even noticed him until then. As you look around you notice a few more here and there. Leaving the undergrowth to approach the village unseen would be a challenge.

Professor Mendoza is shaking his head repeating. "No! No! No!" The three maidens continue their sexual ministrations on him. Even from here you tell he is sweating and red-faced. The one that is standing looks down then turns to her queen and nods. The queen stands from her throne, in a motion she throws back her shoulders and her garments shed off of her in an instant, clattering to the ground. Her soft saggy body wasn't horrible, that of an average slightly overweight middle aged housewife, but the people love it! The crowd lets out a great cheer.

The women come away from the old Spaniard, his stiff dick sticking out from him. They pull a block and then tilt the whole plank 90 degrees so he faces upward, he now lays upon it like a table or bed. While one of them goes to continue giving him a blowjob the others fold down some legs from the table and ensure the thing is stable. You realize the maidens were acting as fluffers to the man in service of their queen, ensuring he was erect for her.

The solidly built woman crawls up onto the table and the drumbeats end once more. The chanting begins with just one or two voices, but within moments the entire gathered village is repeating a word over and over.

CHYOA! CHYOA! CHYOA!

She straddles the bound man, him still begging her to let him go. She rests herself down upon him, taking him within her royal snatch. Sitting tall she begins to ride him. From your angle you see his legs squirming under her but you can't see his upper body. She rides him at a firm steady pace all the while her people chant.

CHYOA! CHYOA! CHYOA!

As she rides him she begins grunting and growling, she is obviously enjoying herself. For his part he is moaning, as much in fear as in pleasure.

"Nooo...ohhhhh..." You hear his cries between the chants.

CHYOA! CHYOA! CHYOA!

This continues for some time. Between the chants you hear the slap, slap, slap of their fucking along with her grunts and his cries. Her thick body ripples with each impact as his legs squirm and kick more and more.

CHYOA! CHYOA! CHYOA!

You see her tense up and shudder with an orgasm. She looks to the nearby mountain and bellows something in her language as she heaves on top of him. You hear him scream. "Please, in the name of God please stop!" She soon resumes her pounding down on top of him, forcing him to slam into her hairy cunt.

CHYOA! CHYOA! CHYOA!

You hear him crying out as he neared his own climax. He seems to be fighting it the whole way...but eventually she gets the better of him. He cries out as his legs stiffen and his hips thrust involuntarily. His cry soon fades out as the feeling passes him.

The chanting suddenly stops and the queen stands up off of him. She reaches between her legs and brings up a big glob of cum and proceeds to lick it off of her hand. The crowd cheers once more.

She is helped down with the assistance of her maidens, they struggle to handle her weight. The big man by the throne then approaches the table. In his hands a wooden plate upon which was a tiny bright yellow object of some sort. You couldn't make it out.

"It's a Golden Dart Frog." Soo-yin whispers, evidently being able to tell just by the color. You gasp, you had read about them and their powerfully poisonous skin. He was a sacrifice!

The yellow speck is not moving, probably dead. The man takes a long bone pin and begins rubbing it on the frog. The professor is begging once more, though by his voice you knew he had given up hope. The tall man pierces the professor with the pin. It doesn't take long, a few shakes and spasms then the professor lies still. Dead.

You look to Soo-yin. "We've got to get the hell away from here!"