![]() ![]() With a signal from the Chieftain, she was led to the platform. Strong leather straps were coiled tightly around her wrists. Baia was to be bound to this platform so that she would remain helpless when lowered into the pot.Įarlier, Baia had been stripped naked and bound. A small native woman bent over the rod and applied a lubricating oil along its length. A rod about eighteen inches high rose vertically a short distance from the center of the platform. The platform was designed to fit nicely in the pot and rest just above its bottom. Strangely, the natives smiled warmly at Baia as they made preparations.Ī round wooden platform constructed of a grid of bamboo slats lay off to one side of the pot. Piles of branches were stacked about its base. Inside was a watery mixture of herbs, spices, and vegetables. Its sides were painted in a wild tapestry of color. It stood about four feet in height and almost six feet wide around its middle. Now Baia stood looking at a large clay pot a few feet in front of her. The Chieftain, having prodded and poked her studiously, had decided her firm flesh should be stewed to tenderness. They had promptly tied her to a long pole by her wrists and ankles and carried her triumphantly back to camp. She had fought hard, but the natives had quickly overpowered her. She was going to be boiled alive.īaia was studying local flora and fauna deep in the rain forest when a group of natives emerged from nearby bushes and pounced upon her. The worst fate she could possibly imagine was about to befall her.
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