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ButiYuki 2/? a cannibal story by BusyNeuron
(sex, snuff, cannibalism)
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ButiYuki 2/?
(Please first read part 1/?)
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Extract of Dr. Beale's diary. Continued.
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Dr. Smith's story as told by himself. Continued.
Written in Dr. Beale's diary.
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Chief Jemu organized the hunting party. The band would travel overland as far as
the upper river where the ButiYuki had some canoes hidden. The plan was to sail
down river round its bend, stopping by night near a river village so I could try
to steal a woman. If I was successful we would travel down river some more to a
particular place near the present clearing where we could disembark with our
prize without leaving any tracks.
We started next morning at dawn after hiding all our cooking implements and
burying Xia's remains.
We went quite briskly not encumbered by any load. I was thinking about my coming
ordeal. Strangely I had not any conscience pangs for becoming a dedicated
cannibal and my main worry was to succeed in my test and make Wima proud of me.
We arrived at the riverbank at the beginning of the evening. There, near the
tribe's canoes, we had a light snack of cassava bread and fruit.
When dusk came we launched two big canoes and sailed silently down river.
Jemu was the first to point a red glimmering on our right which surely belonged
to a village. We paddled silently and landed noiselessly.
The band neared a village which appeared to be asleep. We came to a badly
repaired opening in the boma wall and looked inside. Everything was quiet and
there was just one watchman quietly dozing by the fire we had seen from the
river.
Jemu warned me that we were a very small band. If I was caught there was nothing
they could do. Did I still want to try? "Yes" I said "The ButiYuki will be proud
of me".
The band hid in a thickly wooded area near the opening in the wall and I
proceeded alone.
I was feeling fully alive. This was how life was to be lived! I also had a trick
up my sleeve (A way of talking, I was naked except for a loin cloth). In a pouch
in my belt I had a bottle of chloroform and some cloth rags.
I poured some chloroform in one of the rags and slowly and silently approached
the dozing night man. A sudden jump and the rag in his nose was enough to put
him to sleep. I poured some more chloroform in his nose to make sure he would
not wake up for a long time.
I wandered through the moonlighted streets peering inside the huts. Most of them
were closed for the night but in one of them I saw two sleeping women within.
They were young and well developed. One had enormous breasts while the other had
a better than average rear end.
I could reach the face of the one nearest the entrance with my hand holding the
rag with chloroform and she was soon sleeping like a log. I then laid myself
down by her side and, reaching across her body, chloroformed her sister (As we
would learn later) in the same way.
Noiselessly I loaded the busty one over my shoulder, ran lightly to the wall
opening and then to the hiding place of my friends - I mean my new brothers and
sisters.
They were ecstatic and proceeded immediately to tie and gag my prey. Wima was
jumping for joy but became very fearful for me when I said I had to go back for
another one. They were all very surprised: Nobody had supplied two extra women
for his tribe_adoption feast!
I went back inside the village, straight to the hut with my sleeping beauty
inside. Suddenly I heard a movement from the hut just in front.
I hid myself and watched a tall graceful, young woman go out, squat and start to
pee with a moan of relief.
I did not even think. My hand, with a chloroform soaked rag, went to her nose
and I soon had her limp, peeing body over my shoulder.
I ran briskly back to my friends. They were overjoyed, specially when they saw
what a pretty woman I had hunted this time. Before they had time to stop me, I
went back to get my last prey. This time there were no more interruptions. Ten
minutes later I unloaded the splendid arsed sleeping woman near the other two.
It took us two days to go back to the ButiYuki neighbourhood. We only had fruit
to eat and worked quite an appetite. We went back to our clearing after landing
at a stony riverbank which guaranteed invisible tracks. That night we went to
sleep leaving the captive women safely tied.
Next morning we breakfasted more fruit and cassava bread which we shared with
our captives. They could not speak ButiYuki but I could understand some words
(Being an anthropologist) and translated.
The tall, slender one, Reba, who I had caught when peeing, told us she was a
captive in that village and she hated with all her heart those mean, cruel
people. She also told us the other two girls were sisters and the most hateful
of the tribe.
The sisters Tuya and Tuka (Who had been unable to follow our conversation)
insulted us viciously and threatened with dire consequences if we did not return
them to their father's (The headman) village at once.
We consulted between us and, unanimously, decided to offer woman guest status to
Reba, roast one of the sisters and bring the other to our village.
Reba, after I explained, accepted gratefully and was set immediately free. We
all kissed and petted her as a welcome to our group.
I asked if she was a cannibal. She answered that her own tribe only very
occasionally ate human meat, a real treat, but that in the hateful village where
she had been held captive they never did. She licked her lips and assured us she
could not wait to eat her former torturers.
I had the pleasure of telling Tuya and Tuka they would be cooked and eaten. The
shock was so great that they peed themselves which made us all laugh cheerfully.
Now there was a long discussion deciding how to cook our meat. I had already
chosen big arsed Tuka as our victim and that suggested to my ButiYuki brethren
an ancient cooking method. It would be hard work but well worth the effort.
Jima, our cooking expert, assigned work to the group. She stayed to take care of
our prisoners while the rest of the band dispersed to gather, from mother
jungle, all the ingredients necessary for a good roast. Women collected
vegetables, fruit, kindling and timber while we men searched for a long, thin
bamboo rod and three thick logs which we cut from fallen trees.
Back in the clearing we busied ourselves sharpening one end of the bamboo to a
wicked sharp point, setting the other end firmly on the ground inside a deep
hole, dug just underneath a thick branch of the big tree which dominated the
clearing, and building a very special cooking pit.
The wooden plank we had used to spit delicious Xia, had a round hole about two
feet in diameter. We placed the plank so the spitting pole was centred in its
hole and then set it over the three logs, making a table about four feet high.
Next we used stones (Those formerly used to cook Xia) to cover the plank so that
it would be protected from the fire that would burn over it.
When the fire was mostly red coals Tuka was forced to drink the laxative and
then the pain killer/aphrodisiac drug (Reba had suggested we do without the pain
killer but was overruled). We also gave some aphrodisiac to Tuya, curious to see
its effects.
We then looped a rope over the tree branch and made a noose at one end. Tuka,
hand tied and sexily drugged, accepted the noose around her neck without
complaint, her main objective being to rub her cunt against any of us. Tem, a
strong fellow, and I lifted her by her feet while Jemu held her head up pulling
from the other end of the rope noosed around her neck.
Holding her high by feet and neck, we positioned her over the fire so that her
vagina was hovering over the bamboo sharpened tip. Wima swayed her, aiming for
the tip, and ordered us to drop her at the right moment to impale her vagina
just two inches.
Tuka started to move trying to fuck the spit, moaning lasciviously. Tuya, at the
back, also moaned saying (I could barely understand) she also wanted something
thick in her cunt.
Wima gave the order and we released Tuka's feet. She was left hanging from her
neck barely able to breathe until Jemu released some rope and she dropped
further down on the thin pole, impaling herself a further five inches.
She moaned (The rope precluded anything louder) in anguish/lust and started
jerking her legs, trying to avoid the heat of the fire on her feet. Luckily the
bamboo was very flexible and withstood her violent trashings.
After Jemu tied his end of the rope to a lower branch, Tuka was in a most
uncomfortable position. The resistance of her body to the bamboo spit kept her
from suffocating with the rope and the rope around her neck impeded further
impalement.
Her wild trashing and moans had us all in a frenzy of excitement. Tuya, also
feeling the aphrodisiac, was loudly demanding attention. Jemu lay down on his
back by her side and she was soon astride, riding him wildly. While fucking she
was trying to reach her arse cleft with her tied hands whispering "arse fuck,
arse fuck". I obliged and inserted my rigid cock up her tight, unlubricated
arsehole. She shouted for joy and bucked recklessly.
Wima and Jima did not feel any jealousy, Tuya was meat after all, and rubbing
each other dripping cunts chanted a rhythmic encouragement to our frantic
fucking. Jemu and I ejaculated and were immediately replaced by our two other
brothers.
Jima wanted attention from Jemu but, as he was utterly spent, contented herself
to having her cunt thoroughly eaten.
Wima offered me her arsehole which I licked and penetrated with my tongue.
Kissing so intimately my dear Wima gave me back an iron hard erection which I
put immediately to use fucking her juicy anus.
Blissfully tired, we turned to our lunch. Tuka had stopped trashing and was
breathing and moaning softly. Her legs were hanging limply and her feet were
starting to roast nicely. We basted her lower body with barbecue sauce.
Her feet were soon ready for eating. I tried my hand with the long handled knife
while Wima held the pan underneath. Tuka jerked with every cut but it was just a
reflex movement.
We soon had her carved up to her knees leaving quite bare bones and served
everyone, Tuya included, a first helping.
It was time to lower her. Jemu untied the rope, released two feet and tied it
again. Tuka impaled herself those two feet more (Hence the thin bamboo spit) and
her thighs and buttocks came nearer the fire while her bare leg bones went down
through the hole in the special roasting pit.
We were hungry and she was delicious! Wima swore she had never tasted woman meat
with such a delicate flavour (Jima, always curious of culinary matters, asked
Reba what food was usually eaten in her former village and promised to try the
new diet on the next meat-woman to be roasted by her club).
We feasted on Tuka's muscular thighs, her delicious cunt, her bountiful
buttocks, her delicate tummy, ...... We nibbled and sucked her tasty fingers
while waiting for her upper body and breasts to become a delicious golden brown.
Lunch became dinner and we went to sleep happily full.
Next day we arrived in ButiYuki village. Everybody came out to receive us. Wima
walked proudly by my side, holding my hand, while our companions told, with
imaginative embellishments, the tribe_adopting feast story.
After consulting with the club council, Jemu made a lengthy announcement to the
tribe:
-I was officially adopted in the tribe with the name 'Grahard' meaning 'Lusty
hunter'.
-Wima and me were officially a couple (Here Wima jumped for joy while jerking my
cock).
-I was accepted as member of Jemu's club 'The pierced Anus' (Wima was already a
member).
-Reba's woman guest status was confirmed but immediately rescinded because she
was chosen (She accepted joyously) as mate by strong armed Tem and, therefore,
became, automatically, full member of the tribe.
-Reba was accepted as member by Tem's club 'The tasty dripping pussy'.
Lastly Jemu announced a public aperitif. A one woman roast feast (The
coming_of_age homecoming feast was too recent for multiple roastings) for
tomorrow noon with Tuya as special guest. 'The tender breast' club would kindly
lend their famous 'impalement chair' for the event.
Everybody was at the main village square next morning.
A firepit, with spit supports, was already lighted and a big table was already
set with side dishes.
The 'impalement chair' was also in place. It consisted of a solid wooden
platform with two upright, grooved beams joined by a crossbar at the top for
structural strength.
A special chair, with flanges inserted inside the uprights grooves, was resting
on the platform clearly meant to slide up and down by means of a rope looping in
a pulley at the top crossbar. The chair was special in that it did not have a
seat.
Wima acted all wise and asked me to be patient, then, unable to contain herself,
she giggled: "It will be very exciting, you'll see! My little shithole tingles
looking forward to it. Later, if you are good, I'll let you rub it with your
cock!"
I noticed Jemu was lovingly fingering moaning Jima's anus. "It seems today show
calls for lusty anal play" I thought and, licking my index finger, searched with
it for Wima's lovely rosette.
Finally they brought drugged Tuya, who was wantonly sending kisses to all men
present.
They set her on the chair placing her armpits over two wooden holders sticking
from the chair backrest and the back of her knees over two holders linked to the
arm rests. They also tied her waist to the backrest, arms to armrests and legs
to leg holders.
She seemed to be quite comfortable and completely exposed. Her wide open legs,
held high, let us see her glistening cunt and arsehole clearly.
One man turned a winch at the back of the platform and the chair started to lift
sliding smoothly in the grooves. When it was six feet high the winch was locked
in place leaving randy Tuya smiling roguishly above us.
Now they brought a polished iron spit with a smooth, sharp tip and set it firmly
deep inside a socket in the centre of the platform. The tip was pointing
directly at Tuya's anus just a few inches above it.
Preparations were not yet over. A man, climbing a portable ladder, placed a
bamboo rod horizontally beneath Tuya's chin and locked it to two wooden supports
at either side of her neck.
I looked at Wima who was lustily rotating her arse to make the most of my
friendly finger. "Isn't that clever? At the right height the bamboo rod will
push her head back to let the spit tip came out of her mouth" she bubbled with
glee.
'The tender breast' club leader, Anusa, a charming, petite woman, took charge of
the operation. She placed herself behind the chair, so as not to block the view,
and held Tuya's buttocks open while giving directions to the man at the winch.
The chair came down slowly and Anusa manoeuvred Tuya's body until the spit tip
was nicely inserted in her pouting anus. Tuya seemed to like what she felt. She
started to move saying (I translated for Wima) "more, more!"
Anusa came to the front, sang for attention and prepared to give the impaling
order to the winch man.
"Now!" she yelled. The rope holding the chair went suddenly slack and Tuya
dropped one foot. We could see clearly how the spit plunged inside her,
distending mightily her anus. Tuya yelled a loud fulfillment/pain cry.
This was too much for many in the audience. Anusa pulled her arse cheeks apart,
bent low and called the winch man. He appeared with a rigid hardon which soon
disappeared inside her arsehole.
Wima was already skewering her arse on my cock while I stroked her clitoris and
fondled her breasts.
Everywhere, couples were enjoying lusty anal impalements, moaning incoherently.
Wima came with an earth shattering orgasm and I followed her, triggered by her
anal contractions.
Still gasping I looked around us. Only one couple was still pumping frantically.
The rest were already spent. Jemu was lying behind Jima his softening cock still
inside her rectum. He winked at me "Ah Grahard. You are lucky to be a ButiYuki!"
It was incredible how fast Tuya was impaling herself. The chair was now just
three and a half feet high. She was barely breathing and had a big smile on her
face.
Wima told me not to miss the next part of the impalement. Just then the bamboo
rod beneath Tuya's chin went up tilting her head back. A couple of minutes later
the bloody tip of the spit appeared from Tuya's mouth. She was already dead.
A couple of girls, also members of 'The tender breast' club, untied Tuya and
placed her over a nearby table. There they stretched her legs, tied her feet to
the spit and her hands at her back. Eager hands placed the loaded spit on its
supports over the fire. A handle was fitted to the spit and she started to turn
while lovingly basted.
At noon the aroma of roasting Tuya was heavenly. When she was declared ready,
skilful hands carved fine slices from her body and placed them, steaming, over
fresh palm leaves on the big table. The carvers offered me her cunt filet but I
declined and pressed it on Anusa, 'The tender breast' club leader, as
appreciation for the use of their impalement chair.
Tuya's big breasts were cut off whole and, on the table, sliced finely while
keeping their voluptuous shape.
There was enough roasted woman to give just a little taste to everyone. A
heavenly aperitif. We set her head on an upright pole, as a sign of
appreciation, and went home to finish lunch.
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I Grahard of the ButiYuki, formerly Dr. Smith, spent the happiest year of my
life with my tribe of adoption. I enjoyed a meaningful life full of excitement,
happiness, lust, fun, passion, tenderness, .... All shared with my exquisite,
impish, matchless, dearest love, Wima.
I came to know well all the surrounding area. The ButiYuki, and many other
tribes, inhabit an enormous, dead volcano, crater. The sheer cliffs of this
natural circus make all but impossible reaching the crater from outside.
There was only a narrow pass, through which I had come the first time, known
only to the HeeJoke tribe which kept it secret from their neighbours to take
advantage of occasional bartering with the crater tribes.
The circus walls had crumbled on the South-west side but that flank was
protected by an impassable marsh. The GynoMany river was born in the North-east
peaks and, after looping several times in the valley, discharged in the marsh,
keeping it flooded the year round.
The ButiYuki plateau rose in the centre-north of the crater. It had an irregular
shape vaguely reminiscent (To ButiYuki minds anyway) of an excited, swollen
vagina. There even was an small mountain on it called ButiNub (Joyful clitoris)
from which ran the narrow LePiss (Sister's pee) stream whose clear waters
meandered lazily to finally drop to the valley floor in the beautiful PeeMee
(Golden shower) waterfall.
Wima and I loved to swim and cavort in the cool waters of the PeeGulp (Golden
drink) pool formed by the waterfall waters. This pool drained through a small
rivulet into the GynoMany river.
The only access to the top of the plateau was up a narrow chimney path which
started inside a grotto, the WeePuss (Tight vagina), hidden by the PeeMee
waterfall. Once on top you were surrounded by luxurious vegetation, cool woods,
and green, fresh grass clearings. There were also cultivated patches where
captive women, unaware of their culinary future, worked and lived happily.
Although blissfully happy there was something that marred my perfect life.
During idle moments I worried about the safety of my tribe. Such a happy, well
adapted people, living in their, self created, ecological paradise were in
danger from, so called, civilization.
If they came to be known in the world, their happy, harmonious, imaginative,
nutritious life would come to an end. Making the world the poorer and more
unexciting because of their passing away.
One day Wima and I were lazily enjoying a 69 when we heard a far away noise
which she believed thunder but I knew to be firearm shots.
I knew I could not wait any longer. Perhaps it was already too late! I talked to
Jemu who assembled the club council.
With Wima by my side, I explained the best I could the barbarous, outer world
and tried to make them aware of the peril of discovery.
They could scarcely believe the existence of such an utterly boorish, boring and
unsophisticated society. But they believed me and accepted my plans:
-I would travel, with a selected band of men, as far as the narrow pass piercing
the crater cliffs, the only entrance to the valley.
-There we would build a hidden auxiliary pass and hide it carefully so that only
somebody who knew of its existence could find it.
-I would then go back alone to 'civilisation' and try to remove any trace of
information concerning the ButiYuki. I would even give some misleading lectures
to divert any possible search to a place far away from my beloved tribe.
-After setting all my affairs in order (Investing my savings so they would be
available in any future crisis), I would come back carrying with me enough
explosives (I explained the word to my brethren) to block, with a stone
avalanche, the circus pass, leaving only our secret auxiliary entrance.
-With a lot of luck I would be back to my beloved Wima and brethren in about six
months.
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Dr. Smith's story as told by himself. End
Written in Dr. Beale's diary.
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Extract of Dr. Beale's diary. Continued.
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Writes Dr. Beale
I know I have broken my sworn word, writing down the conversation I had with Dr.
Smith.
I could not help but write his words and re-experience the strange feelings I
had while hearing his gruesome descriptions.
I am ashamed of my, very physical, reactions to imaginings of big breasted
maidens being impaled and roasted. I plan to pack this diary together with my
field notes and send them, first thing in the morning, to my secretary with
orders to lock them in my safety box. I hope I will have the moral strength to
burn these words when I return home. May God help me!
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Extract of Dr. Beale's diary. End.
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'The Brazilian news' extract (Translation). Begin.
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The scientific community is in mourning and sadly shocked.
Yesterday noon a housemaid bringing to, the well known botanist, Dr. Beale his
roasted (Chicken) breast lunch, found him in his last death throes.
He had an open magazine showing a 'Missionary's daughter in the pot' cartoon and
his hand was holding his exposed, blood engorged penis. Doctors diagnosed a
sudden heart attack.
Anthropologist Dr. Smith. Commented to this newspaper that, only last evening he
had had dinner with the deceased gentleman who, in his opinion, showed extreme
signs of derangement after being feverish and lost for two weeks in the tropical
jungle.
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'The Brazilian news' extract (Translation). End.
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