The last thing Tracy remembered was being at that beach party near her hotel.

She awoke to discover herself naked and helplessly bound, her wrists tied behind her back and her ankles bound, being carried over the shoulder of one of the island natives. She wanted to scream in outrage but the familiar taste in her mouth made her realize that they'd gagged her with her own panties. Tracy realized she'd been drugged at the party and abducted, now she was somewhere in the island’s mountains her abductors carrying her up a steep mountain trail, their way lit by flickering torchlight.

Soon they reached a small temple situated in a high mountain pass where a small group of natives waited. Tracy struggled uselessly against her captors as they cut the ropes binding her wrists and ankles and quickly chained her helplessly between two tall stone columns. With her wrists bound uncomfortably high above her head her captors forced Tracy to spread her legs as they proceeded to chain her ankles obscenely far apart.

Several native women combed out Tracy's hair and painted her lips dark red. They fastened a sheer silver loincloth woven from metallic threads around the swelling of her hips as Tracy ominously watched one of the native men heating a slender iron needle in the flames of the torch. Moments later Tracy realized the real reason that her captors had neglected to remove her gag as a native carefully used the hot iron needle to pierce each of her nipples before inserting large silver rings through the freshly cauterized holes, the heavy silver chains swaying between the rings causing her abused nipples to throb painfully.

The natives filled the two wrought iron baskets standing before the pillars with what Tracy at first mistook to be firewood. It wasn't until the natives doused the baskets with oil and set them alight did Tracy realize the true horror of her situation. It wasn't firewood that they were burning it was human bones, the bones of the women who died on this very spot where Tracy now found herself standing.

Tracy watched in growing terror as all but one of the natives headed back down the mountain trail, the light of their torches gradually swallowed up by the darkness of the night. The remaining native, a tribal elder, turn toward Tracy and said, “I'm going to remove your gag before I leave but before I do I want you to understand why you're here, for as long as my people have dwelled upon these islands we've sacrificed the most beautiful of our women on the winter solstice to appease the fire demon of the mountains.”

Pausing to lightly brush the side of Tracy's face with his fingertips as he continued, “Of course that was before our islands became a popular tourist destination. These days we no longer sacrifice our own women to appease the fire demon, we found it's much more popular among the island’s people to sacrifice beautiful young tourists like you instead.”

Tracy could see the look of sadness the tribal elder’s eyes as he continued, “If you want me to remove your gag you must first agree to remain silent. I know that being chained like this cannot be pleasant but your remaining hours will far less pleasant if you force me to leave you gagged.”

Struggling to control her emotions Tracy stared into the tribal elder’s eyes and slowly nodded her head.

Smiling sadly the tribal elder reached up and pulled the saliva soaked panties out of Tracy's mouth before continuing, “I must be going, the sky in the east already grows brighter and the fire demon will come at first light. You should save your screams for his arrival.”

Tracy watched in helpless resignation as the flickering light of the tribal elder’s torch slowly disappeared down the winding mountain trail until she was alone. She recalled having read about the legend of the fire demon of the mountains in the tourist guidebook at her hotel but she dismissed them as primitive superstition. And yet here she was high in the island’s mountains, chained between two stone columns awaiting the coming of dawn and with it the arrival of the fire demon and judging by the condition of the bones burning in the fires she wasn't going to enjoy his attentions when he did.

Gradually the sky grew lighter as the blackness of night retreated until Tracy could make out her surroundings. Glancing over her shoulder Tracy could see the sun was about to rise and still no fire demon. Perhaps the fire demon was really only a primitive superstition after all. She was just beginning to wonder how she's going to get loose from these chains when she heard the faint sound of massive wings beating.

Belatedly, Tracy realized some primitive superstitions might actually be true...