Sorry folks, I have been somewhat preoccupied by affairs of the real world.
As one warrior spends himself, his place is taken by another. The abused victims droop from exhaustion, but there is no respite. They hang by their arms, battered and exhausted!
Finally the mass rape is over. The poor girls hang, broken, covered in sweat and semen. The women return, using sharp thorns on their breasts to shock them back into consciousness. Meanwhile the men gather around the object the missionary left behind, puzzling over the details of the victim's torture.
Two straight poles are produced, and the warriors inspect a pair of trees a few hundred yards away. The trunks are straight and clear of side branches for about 8 feet above the ground. The trunks are studded with short, blunt spines!
The two girls are released from their branch, collapsing onto the bed of thorns below them. The thorny vines whip them onto their feet, driving them toward the two poles!
The girls are desperate. It seems that there is no hope! They have seen the crucifix the warriors are studying, and realise what fate awaits them.
Is there no hope of rescue?