ButiYuki

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 ButiYuki 1/? a cannibal story by BusyNeuron
(sex, snuff, cannibalism)
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Notes:
1) First 7 paragraphs taken from:
{ Amazon snuff STORY by Harold the Viking (Harry@viking.com) Newsgroups:
alt.sex.snuff.cannibalism Date: 1998/05/05 }

2) Sadomasochism is not my thing but I have decided to try my hand at fantasy
writing. Yes, it is JUST A FANTASY.

3) If you like the story, I propose 'The ButiYuki project': Time permitting I
will continue to write further parts named 'ButiYuki n/? a cannibal story' but I
would be thrilled if some of you (Women very much welcomed) would write side
stories based on the background, scenery, customs and characteristics of the
ButiYuki as described in this first part. In case you accept the challenge, here
are the rules:
-Post your stories in 'alt.dolcett' or 'alt.sex.snuff.cannibalism' with subject:
'ButiYuki side_story -Name n/n-'.
-All action takes place in the Amazon jungle, usually on or near the ButiYuki
plateau or along the 'GynoMany' river. Please no firearms or modern gadgets.
-Keep the ButiYuki in character. Their moderate, customs help to keep the female
population in the surrounding area stable. They are gentle, compassionate
cannibals who seldom butcher, dismember or gut their victims. They almost always
give pain killing/aphrodisiac drugs to their women before cooking them. They
have "a highly developed sense of aestheticism and beauty and a marked
hedonistic outlook on life". They only eat women and they love all kinds (Kinky
too!) of sex.
-Don't use my personages as main characters of your stories (Don't kill them!).
They may appear as secondary personages. You can always invent new ButiYuki
names. Note: Club names: 'The pierced Anus'; 'The tasty, dripping pussy'; 'The
tender breast'; 'The impaling cock'.
-Don't continue my main plots in your stories. I.E.: don't finish my
'tribe-adoption feast' line.
-Artists could also contribute with drawings of the scenes described. Who knows,
some web site could be interested in buying text and drawings in pdf format ;-).

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ButiYuki 1/?
The deep Amazon jungle.
Old Dr. (Botanist) Beale's (not his real name) story.

Doc was way up a tree in the jungle on his rope ladder and sling kit, collecting
beetle and leaf samples when he heard movement below. It was five hunting
Indians carrying a young colonist girl tied over a pole slung between four of
them. She was groaning, obviously heavily drugged.
Doc froze and got comfortable, as he spent the next two days trapped up the
tree, too scared to move while he watched a very peculiar orgy.
"The Indians made a campfire in a small clearing below me and took turns to rape
the girl and sharpen up a stake to impale her. Normally, the stake is inserted
through the vagina or anus and comes out of the mouth. This time they decided to
do it differently.
One hunter lay on the ground and two held the drugged girl squatting over his
cock. Another plugged his prick into her rear while a third deep throated her.
The one in her mouth came and pulled out, holding her head back as the remaining
two drove the pointed stake violently down her throat, through her heart and
deep into her bowels.
This sudden death must have contracted both her cunt and anus, as the
sandwichers both came with a howl of joy.
They then withdrew and allowed the impalers to drive the stake out the bottom
end. Then they laid her on her back, gutted and cleaned her out with water from
a nearby stream before trussing her up in foetal position with her hands behind
her back to roast.

About twenty more Indians, many of them girls and women, came to the feast and a
frenzied sexual orgy took place stimulated by the aroma of roasted, exquisite,
female flesh.
Later, the lust of sex temporarily sated, they fell on the mouth-watering
roasted body and devoured it with great relish. The Indian girls became very
excited and offered chosen titbits (Literally!) to their lovers to incite them
to mount them again and again.
Very soon there was nothing left of the young white girl but a handful of clean
bones and her head, which was left, untouched, impaled on an upright lance.
Utterly spent, the whole band slept in couples (Some of them all female).
If I had flinched, coughed or sneezed, I would have gone on the spit too. By
this time I was starving. Horrified as I was by the idea of cannibalism, the
mouth watering aroma drove me mad thinking how delicious a morsel of roasted
girl would taste.
Hunger overcame caution and, stealthy, I climbed down the big tree and, nearing
the upright lance, contemplated the poor girl's head.
It was not the grisly affair I had feared. It was only slightly roasted as the
fire had been mainly beneath her body. Her eyes expressed a mixture of sexual
rapture (she had been enjoying a double fuck when killed) and surprise at her
sudden impalement.
Her mouth was completely open forming an 'O' through which the stake had been
driven. I used my knife and carefully cut her tongue off. Suddenly in panic, I
climbed back to my tree.

When my heart had stopped beating madly, I started to nibble the prize I had
risked my life for. Her tongue was almost raw but my ravenous hunger made it a
delicious delicacy. I ate, chewing carefully, enjoying the unknown taste.
My special meal was finished all too soon and I fell asleep dreaming of a
mouth-watering roasted, girl's breast and feeling a strangely disturbing
erection.
Next morning I woke up just before the first Indians did.
It was clear that, no matter how delicious, the roasted girl had not been enough
to feed the band satisfactorily. They started to look again at the bones trying
to find a forgotten shred of meat on them but they were completely clean.
I had remarked on how young and beautiful most of the Indian women were. I
remember thinking that could not be a natural occurrence and that, somehow, the
tribe customs favoured pretty women.
A very pretty one was clearly the leader's mate and now, obviously hungry, she
stared pointedly at another less attractive woman. This woman had a plain face
but a splendid muscular body with big breasts, hips somewhat too wide and an
enormous tight arse.
The rest of the band followed her gaze and, dropping the bones they had been
licking, surrounded the unfortunate woman. She started to speak, obviously
claiming she had not broken any rules deserving roasting.
Just at that moment the leader's mate pointed to the white girl's head and
showed the tongue was missing. The whole band shouted a cry of joy: Eating "long
pig's" tongue was reason enough to roast the chosen victim!
In vain she claimed innocence. Five girls, smiling happily, took hold of her
while the rest of the band seated on the ground ready to enjoy an exciting show
which would end with a delicious brunch.

It was clear the tribe had performed this act many times because everything went
very smoothly.
Two girls tied the victim's hands behind her back, made her drink something from
a gourd and took her behind some bushes. She suddenly squatted and had several,
violent bowel movements. The drink had been clearly a strong purgative.
When she was done, the girls took her to the stream where she was thoroughly
washed and then forced to drink again from a different gourd.
When they came back, the woman was smiling, perhaps drugged. One girl placed
three nooses round her neck while another toyed playfully with her cunt and
tits. The victim was clearly aroused sexually, moaning loudly and pressing her
dripping cunt into the girl's hands. The nooses around her neck were then
slightly tightened leaving three long end ropes hanging.
In the meantime men had lighted a bed of fire, that would soon become glowing
coals, with two spit holders standing at the sides.
Some other men had prepared a rudimentary stage: A long, thin bamboo pole, about
two inches thick, with a sharpened tip was set upright, firmly seated in a deep
hole dug for that purpose. Just in front of it they had erected an eight feet
high platform, made also of bamboo. The pole behind reared two and a half feet
above it.

Two girls climbed the platform together with the drugged woman while the others
grabbed the ropes attached to her neck and held tight to keep her in place.
When everything was ready the girls shouted for joy and the whole band answered
excitedly. The girls on the stage forced the woman to sit on the sharpened tip
of the pole while the others tensed the three ropes to force their victim to
remain seated. The girls on the stage suddenly forced the victim's big arse down
on the pole until four inches were inside her anus.
The woman howled in pain and the whole band shouted lustily. Some women sat on
the stiff cocks of their men, enjoying deep penetration while contemplating the
exciting show. Many of them chose a, sphincter stretching, anal impalement!
Now while the ropes held the softly moaning woman seated on the pole, the girls
on the platform came down and, holding one side of the platform each, started a
happy rhythmic chant.
The band joined singing and, at a certain moment in the song, both girls toppled
the platform. The, soon to be roasted, woman shrieked as her own weight sent the
pole up her rectum a further four inches. The girls that had toppled the
platform took hold of the victim's legs to hold her upright while those at the
ropes kept her head in line.

The victim shrieks, from intense pain but with a definite sexual undertone, were
continuous now and the band became crazy with lust. The women riding men jumped
wildly up and down impaling themselves deeply. Some girls were being fucked
doggy style while looking at the crying victim. Some girl-girl couples kissed
and masturbated each other while relishing the sight of their future meal's
agony and ecstasy.
There were continuous shouts and moans of wild orgasms until the band calmed
somewhat. Soon there was only the sobbing of the impaled victim.
The girls holding the band's future roast complained and, reluctantly, five
other girls took their place so that they could also discharge their enormous
sexual tension. They were soon offering dripping cunts to lick and sucking limp
cocks to life, eager to enjoy them.

The band was excited again. Hands and mouths went to cock and cunts. Breasts
were fondled and anuses and cunts eagerly licked and penetrated. When the moans
and whimpers of nearing orgasms were at their peak, the girls holding the victim
pulled from legs and ropes and the woman slid relentlessly down, shrieking all
the time until the pole reached her throat.

Pushing now on her shoulders, while a girl held her head back, they forced her
down until the bloody bamboo tip came out of her mouth.

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The show and excitement over, some men hacked at the bottom of the pole with
their machetes and loaded the spitted victim onto the spit holders and over the
fire.
They fitted a rudimentary handle to the spit and took turns rotating the
woman_roast while basting her with the tribe's favourite roasting sauce.

The roasting woman aroma was overpowering. My mouth was watering and my stomach
groaned but I had to stay quiet in my tree branch while the Indian band gorged
themselves with delicious woman meat and then fucked happily until they dropped
asleep exhausted.

At long last they were gone! Unfortunately, like last time, they left only clean
bones and their victim's head. I had to content myself with another woman
tongue!"

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Extract of Dr. Beale's diary. Begin.
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The experience I had in the jungle, sitting quietly above a band of cannibal
Indians while they performed their murderous customs and indulged in wild
orgies, turned my mind.
I became obsessed with the naturalness they had carried out their hideous
practices, with the apparent disregard of their victim sufferings which rather
provoked in them a tremendous sexual excitement.
Later I met Dr. Smith (not his real name), an anthropologist specialized in
Amazon tribes who had just returned from a long sojourn in the jungle, and told
him of my experience (Omitting my tasting of human meat).
He asked very pertinent questions and finally identified the tribe by the
adornments they were wearing. This is what he told me:

"They call themselves ButiYuki meaning 'Happy people' or 'Live and enjoy' and,
in my opinion are the happiest, best adjusted people on earth".

He explained their complicated social system and customs and told me I had
misunderstood many of the things I had seen. They, for instance, seldom eat
their own women.
"The ButiYuki is a very anomalous tribe, it is small in numbers but greatly
respected and feared by its neighbours.
They have a highly developed sense of aestheticism and beauty and a marked
hedonistic outlook on life. They themselves take good care of their aspect and
are, in general, healthy, slim and graceful. This is probably due to the
salutary area they inhabit, a small inaccessible plateau with a single, easily
defended entrance, and their eminently healthy diet: vegetables, fruit and human
meat.
ButiYuki are cannibals and eat mainly women (Old people still remember once
eating a man and swear it can not compare to woman meat -probably due to
feminine higher body fat content). Men on the other hand are fierce in defence
of their tribe and think nothing of giving their lives for their women and
children. So fierce that other Indians fear them terribly and never dare to
threaten ButiYuki women: Many a tribe has been utterly destroyed for that
reason.
The ButiYuki do not eat human meat as routine (Only once every two months, as an
average). For them it is a special treat that should be enjoyed to the full amid
general happiness and joy.
Somehow they relate cannibalism with sexual excitement (I advance the theory it
has to do with a potent pain killer and aphrodisiac they force their victims to
drink before cooking and that, through the victim's meat, they finally ingest).
Cooking and eating a woman is invariably accompanied and followed by frenzied,
satisfying orgies.
They are a very sexual people and have developed almost perfect birth control
using some plants and herbs only found in the Jungle.
Sex is to be enjoyed and ButiYuki women can choose when to become pregnant and
whether to give birth to a boy or a girl (I think their drugs change vaginal
acidity and, therefore select the type of spermatozoa allowed to reach the
ovum). That way they have near perfect population control.
Many women prefer having boys because, in the natural course of events, women
tend to outnumber men.
ButiYuki, men and women, are proud of the beauty, intelligence, courage and zest
for life of their women and the most precious treasure of the tribe is its
feminine component.
They are always eager to increase this wealth by acquiring women from
surrounding tribes. They do so in the following ways:
-Bartering: ButiYuki are famous for their medicines, cooking ingredients,
barbecue sauces and cooking utensils. They are willing to exchange them for
girls or young women, the price depending on their beauty and comeliness.
Neighbouring tribes are all too eager to comply, having always a great surplus
of females (Mostly prisoners from continuous inter-tribal wars) and appreciating
greatly ButiYuki sauces and cooking ingredients (which, I strongly suspect,
contain plant extracts responsible for the excess of females in all surrounding
tribes).
ButiYuki also cull their own children, bartering those ugly or not too bright
(They are quite pragmatic about this: once bartered they don't care what happens
to them. Most of them probably end being eaten) for more women.
-Battles: Tribes in the Amazon jungle are always warring but ButiYuki are too
respected and feared to be attacked. Sometimes, however, a tribe has been
foolish enough to kidnap or bother a ButiYuki woman and have paid their error
with the ultimate punishment: extinction.
ButiYuki are powerful warriors both men and women but they are also wise and
cunning. I firmly believe they use powerful drugs to put to sleep whole enemy
villages, collect all girls and young women and slaughter the rest. Those feats
have earned even more respect and fear from neighbouring tribes.
-Stealing: stealing women is a time honoured sport. ButiYuki prefer a quiet
backyard and go far to steal. Luckily the main river in the area, the
'GynoMany', loops three times with bends near ButiYuki village. ButiYuki take
advantage of it by going to the first bend (A short journey from their village)
where they have hidden canoes, and sailing down river to quite far away areas.
They come back with their prize just sailing, helped by the current, along the
remaining loops back home. This scheme forces them to move the canoes overland
once or twice a year but they think it well worth the effort.
Amazon tribes seldom leave their village area and are unaware of local
geography. They therefore suspect their local neighbours of stealing their
women.
ButiYuki are careful not to strike the same area very often. They are
accomplished hunters using blow pipes with drug tipped darts to put their prey
to sleep. So far they have never been caught stealing.
Woman stealing is practised when the village is short of meat or just as an
exciting sport, useful to train young ButiYuki boys and girls.
There are some ceremonies, coming_of_age or tribe_adoption, which warrant a
woman stealing outing. A woman roasting feast is then mandatory.
The newly acquired women are soon classified: many are reserved straight away
for roasting but others, the most intelligent and beautiful, are given 'Woman
guest' status.
Woman guests share in all the tribe activities and, after a test period of six
months -during which they are never used as meat- can become full tribe members
if the 'club council' so decrees or if chosen as mate by a man or woman of the
tribe.
If not chosen, they remain as guests but can then be selected for roasting if
the tribe has too many women. They can become full members any time if chosen as
mates. As you can guess, women guests are the most friendly and loving of the
tribe!
ButiYuki are a most kind and compassionate people. They treat their friends and
guests most lavishly as I have had the luck to experience.
They even treat very kindly their prisoners and it is only when the are chosen
to be cooked that they are made to suffer.
It is as if a switch flips in their minds. A cook-out is always a reason for
happiness and randiness and the victim's sufferings are somewhat transformed to
lust. Later they may lament the parting of the victim but it is always a feeling
tempered by fond remembrance of the happiness and enjoyment she has provided.
Not to speak of her delicious meat!
The only reason to roast a member of the tribe, male or female, a seldom
occurrence, is treason. Guest women caught trying to escape are also considered
traitors and roasted.
Guest women, chosen as meat because of excess of women, are painlessly beheaded
(By something I can only describe as a detachable -so that beheading can take
place in the most suitable place- guillotine) before cooking and usually go
willingly to their fate.
Cooking methods: ButiYuki favour impalement (Probably has sexual implications)
and whole roasting above all other methods although they occasionally use
(Mainly with very fat women) a kind of heated stones oven where they introduce
the victim covered in wet clay.
They seldom gut or mutilate their victims (Probably for aesthetical reasons) and
prefer to give them a potent laxative to drink, which cleans the woman's
intestines, followed by an exceptionally strong pain killer and aphrodisiac.
They never eat the woman's head or internal organs, normally they just carve
lean meat until they reach bone.
ButiYuki are governed by a Chief (or 'Chiefess' as it may be) and the 'Club
council'.
The tribe is divided in clubs (Four or five of about fifteen adults each -old
people and children are excluded) that gather regularly to comment on current
affairs, celebrate private roastings and orgies, etc.

The clubs are highly competitive and vie with each other to supply the tribe
with women, making woman stealing raids. They also take care of jungle lore,
social, and sexual education of adolescents. At the appropriate age, the club
also organizes coming_of_age raids and feasts. They have rotative leaders (Men
or women) who represent them in the council.
Meat women, acquired by bartering or raids, are owned communally. About ten per
cent (Usually the most nourishing and fat) are eaten by the whole tribe, old
people and children included, in two or three annual feasts.
The rest are fairly divided among the clubs which have a separate, favourite
area each to convene or celebrate private feasts.


"What you saw, Dr. Beale, was most certainly a coming of age band".
A creche of boys and girls aged fifteen to eighteen, accompanied by some adults
of their future club, roam the jungle for about two weeks stealing women from
far away villages.
They eat some of the women and offer others 'guest woman' status. The more
beautiful guest women and meat women they bring back, the more status they gain
in the tribe.
There always follows a great homecoming communal feast in the main village
square where  two or three women are cooked.
"The second woman you saw roasted was probably a recently acquired guest woman,
not yet in her test period (It always starts in the village), who had made
herself extremely disagreeable to the band. The method used is one of the most
popular as all the materials for impalement and cooking are provided by the
jungle".


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 I was astounded at the amount of detail Dr. Smith knew of the life and customs
of the "ButiYuki" and thought he must, per force, have participated in some of
the feasts and orgies he described.
Risking the ruin of my name and career I told him about my eating of woman
tongue and also of my erotic dream where I imagined eating a golden roasted
human, female breast.
Dr Smith looked for a long time into my eyes and finally, after making me
promise, by my honour, never to reveal what he was about to say, told me the
real story of his contact with the most joyous of tribes, the "ButiYuki".

After a long search, he had arrived in their village eager to learn the customs
of this unknown tribe. He already could speak some of their language because it
was somewhat related to that of another tribe he had lived with several years
ago.

They had received him most courteously and he was offered food and drink that he
praised truthfully. The meat had a delicious flavour that he could not remember
having tasted before.
He could not but remark how beautiful most of the tribe women were. He was soon
taken up with a beautiful young maiden who returned his looks with shy
appreciation.
Her name was Wima and he had never seen a more graceful, delightful, cheerful,
feminine creature. They spent all their time together and soon became lovers.
She was his guide in all intricacies of ButiYuki social life.
Smith was not shocked when he learnt they were cannibals -most of the interior
tribes are occasionally- but he was surprised by the enthusiasm, happiness and
lust Wima showed when talking about the tribe's cannibal feasts. She was so
excited they had to make love there and then.

Soon Smith could not conceive life without Wima. He wanted to make her his
official mate and therefore was severely disappointed when told she could never
be his until he became adopted by the tribe.

Was that possible? "Well", she said, "it is difficult. You'll have to provide a
feast and pass some tests before becoming adopted. I could ask Chief Jemu if you
want".
Smith said he would think about it. He had a suspicion of what "providing a
feast" would mean.
Just at that moment there was a loud happy shouting in the village. A
coming_of_age band had returned home after two weeks roaming the jungle, Wima
informed him overjoyed.
She pressed him to stay for the homecoming feast. He knew it would be a cannibal
feast and had to fight hard against his moral principles to decide the poor
victims would be eaten whether he would stay or not.

They went to see the returning band. It had been a very successful hunting
party. They brought two, rather pretty, guest women and one meat. They announced
proudly they had roasted one more on the way.
The whole village, children included, received joyously the newcomers, including
both guests and meat, and gave them something to eat and drink.
The meat woman was led to a safe hut and Chief Jemu declared the homecoming
party would take place next day. Three women would be roasted!

Early in the morning there was frantic activity in the village main square. Some
men were setting up two complicated wooden structures, just beneath the thickest
branch of the big tree standing there, and weighing their bases with heavy
stones.
Others were carrying a heavy wooden table under the big tree and another two
were busy looping ropes through two pulleys already installed in the thick tree
branch.

Women were busy lighting a big bed of fire in between both structures. Other
women were preparing all the condiments necessary for a big roasting feast.
Smith noticed the new guest women working happily with the rest. They probably
were cannibals or had become so during their stay with the band.

Wima and Smith were sitting near Chief Jemu as was the custom with honoured
guests. Smith's romance with Wima had made him very popular in the village.
Soon everything was ready and the first meat woman was brought to the square.
She was received with cries of joy and much touching, kissing and fondling among
the young people. Children licked their lips expectant of the coming delicacies.
She was ceremoniously placed on her back on the big table and a happy,
chattering bevy of young girls started to rub her fat body with oil and
seasoning.

Wima explained that, the well beloved mate of their Chief, beautiful Jima, was
given the honour to skewer the first victim. She was very happy and excited,
kissing and fondling Smith all the time. He could not but reciprocate and was
soon at a peak of sexual excitement.

Jima held a long thick wooden pole, helped by some children shouldering the back
end, and pointed it to the, well greased, meat woman's anus. There were cries of
encouragement drowning the excited moans of the drugged victim and Jima pushed
steadily, taking good care to keep the pole at the correct angle, while the
woman howled wildly.

The crowd became very excited. Eager couples fucked lustily. Wima was beside
herself. She got on her knees and begged Smith to fuck her dripping cunt.
While he was pumping lustily he could contemplate the final preparation of the
soon to be roasted woman. Jima pushed some more until the spit was the right
length in. A girl locked an iron ring around the victim's neck and tied, to a
smaller ring on its side, the end of one of the ropes hanging from the tree.
Another tied her legs to a convenient sliding crossbar in the spitting pole.
Three strong men lifted the woman, who howled in pain/passion with every
movement, and deftly set the pole inside one of the wooden structures so that
the protruding end held the woman slanted over the fire. They tensed the rope
that held the roasting woman's head and tied the other end, coming from the
pulley, to a lower branch of the tree.
The pole had some cross beams that permitted turning it and the neck of the
victim could also rotate easily inside the iron ring.
Wima, lazy from fulfilled sex, told Smith the finer points of this roasting
method. The woman would stay alive for a long time, providing good fun, because
the spit was just one foot inside her body. Also the fire reached mostly to her
legs and buttocks so the rest of her body would be kept alive. They would start
eating her feet and legs and then slide her down the pole gradually to cook the
rest of her body properly.
They would not start to prepare the second roast until the first was half eaten.
In such a way they would always enjoy freshly cooked meat.

Soon the woman feet and legs were perfectly roasted and Jima, as mistress of
ceremonies, started to carve and serve the deliciously steaming meat. She used a
long handled knife while somebody held a likewise long handled pan underneath to
catch the steaming cuts.

Wima and Smith were some of the first to be served and got delicious slivers of
meat from the roasted woman's legs. The meat woman only whimpered, she could not
feel the lower part of her body any longer.
When her thighs were eaten, the rope was slackened, the rest of the body was
driven further down the pole and the upper body of the, already dead, woman
started to cook. They brought out the second woman then and prepared her in the
same way except that she was spitted through her vagina. She was set in the
other wooden structure just opposite her half eaten sister. Her lustful cries
and sensuous wailings excited the crowd again and they took wild fucking with
renewed interest.
The other roast, brought by the coming of age party, was another anus spitting
and was also duly enjoyed by the happy tribe.

Smith was fucking again Wima's lovely arsehole when he whispered in her ear "I
will ask Chief Jemu to adopt me in the tribe and you will be mine forever!".
Wima responded with a clenching of her sphincter and a renewed bout of wild
bucking.

Next day he talked to Chief Jemu who readily agreed to arrange the
tribe_adoption ceremony. The conditions were that he should bring a woman for a
roasting feast and that he must travel with a selected group of ButiYuki for
several days to undergo some tests to prove himself worthy of the tribe. Smith
asked if Wima could be part of the group. Jemu answered, with a wink, that she
could if she wanted.

When offered to become adopted son of the tribe he realized it was what he most
really wanted. Not only to study their customs as an anthropologist but to be
able to choose beautiful Wima as his mate and partake of the tribe feasts and
orgies.
He thought of the woman he had to supply for the roasting feast and remembered
an unattached woman, Xia, who sometimes accompanied him in his travels to cook
his meals. She was not very bright but had an splendid exuberant body meant, he
now realized, to be eaten. If to get Wima he had to sacrifice poor Xia of the
"Yanomami" so be it. She would come with him in his next visit to the ButiYuki.

When Chief Jemu told the tribe of his decision, everyone rejoiced and beautiful
Wima kissed Smith passionately. Wima became his guide and counsellor explaining
all the details of the coming feast, cooking methods, ceremonies and customs.
She felt very proud of him and was also yearning to be his before all the tribe.
Chief Jemu chose those who would make the tribe_adoption party: Four men,
including Jemu and Smith and five women including Jemu's mate, pretty Jima,
exuberant Wima and poor, unsuspecting Xia. Xia should be waiting for them in a
nearby wood, outside the village, because ButiYuki hold guests sacred and
'unroastable'.

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Let Dr. Smith go on with the story:
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Dr. Smith's story as told by himself. Begin.
Written in Dr. Beale's diary.
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It took me three weeks to fetch Xia from the village she had wandered to. I
stayed one day with that tribe and next day, very early at dawn, went out with
her without anybody noticing us.

Back in ButiYuki village with Xia waiting untroubled in the wood, Chief Jemu set
the date to next day.
We started at dawn, women carrying, on their heads, many things necessary for
the feast and we, men, heavy loads including a sophisticated detachable cooking
pit lent by Jemu's club 'The pierced Anus'.

We arrived at the appointed clearing at noon. We had a light meal and then a
short nap preceded by some discrete lazy sex by some of the couples. Two girls
took care of Xia who, judging by her giggles, seemed to enjoy it a lot.
After the nap the women went to fetch timber and the men, directed by Jemu,
started to assemble their favourite roasting device.
Using stones carved specifically for this purpose (Blackened from long use),
they built a rectangular enclosure about tree feet high. One of the short walls
had a semicircular opening on the top rim, grooved so that a big wooden wheel
would fit on it and could be turned easily (the grove was heavily greased). The
opposite wall had a small round opening apparently designed to hold a thick
pole.
When the cooking pit was finished, women filled the box with timber and lighted
a fire.
After some time, spent happily chatting, the women set by the cooking pit all
the things necessary for an special roast: vegetables, oil, sauces, cassava
cakes, etc.
The men set the rest of the implements: a wooden plank, a short pole, the
mentioned wooden wheel with a hole in the centre, and some ropes made of bamboo
strips (Fire resistant).

Xia was by now curiously looking everywhere for the animal to be cooked. She had
just drunk, unknowingly, the strong laxative and now had to rush behind a bush
to discharge her bowels.
The women laughed good naturedly and helped her to the nearby stream to wash.
They also gave her the pain killer/aphrodisiac to drink.
At a sign from Jemu, I made Xia stand up, took off her only garment, a grass
skirt, and kissed her while fondling her moist cunt. My cock was painfully erect
when I told her she was going to be roasted for our enjoyment.
She giggled and told me I could do what I wanted so far as I filled her itchy
anus real soon.
The whole group smiled overjoyed: The roasting had started with a good omen.
While two men held Xia firmly, another tied her hands at her back. The women
came with the wooden wheel, now open in two halves. They deftly fixed it around
Xia's neck and locked it closed again.
One man set the wooden board over two tree stumps (This clearing had seen many
such a roasting) and two others set Xia on top of it, on her back, with head and
wheel hanging out of the plank.
Two girls held Xia's legs wide open and Wima brought to me the short skewering
pole. I held the pole while Wima set the tip pointing to Xia's cunt. I was about
to push when the girls started arguing over whether the spit should go up her
cunt or arsehole. They made their point, merrily enjoying the banter, and
finally decided I should oblige Xia and impale her anus.
Wima repositioned the sharpened tip and reminded me of all she had taught me:
Steady and firm, slowly, make it last! Let's enjoy every moment of the feast.
The longer the better.
I pushed the pole a little bit and Xia moaned excitedly moving her bottom to
meet the spit. Wima looked at me with sparkling eyes full of desire and started
rubbing her dripping cunt with her free hand.
I had a wish to see the effect of the spit in Xia's anus and withdrew the pole
completely. Her sphincter was not yet torn but her anus was wide open and the
tip of the pole was smeared with blood.
Everybody laughed good naturedly and became very randy. The girls holding Xia's
legs presented their rears to their men who immediately plugged their juicy
cunts. Two girls kneeled by the men holding Xia's shoulders and sucked eagerly
their rigid rods.
Wima kneeled also and presented me her arse. I licked her beautiful rosette
until it was suitably lubricated and impaled her anus with my cock.
Xia was moaning and whimpering all the time which made us so excited we were
soon spent.
Wima and I took again the spit and I reamed it inside, this time quite
forcefully. Wima was giving me advice all the time concerning the proper angle
of the pole, shouting over the cries of Xia. To my surprise her, now anguished,
screams not only did not bother me but gave me a rigid erection.
I was going to push it in again when Wima told me to stop because the mark on
the pole (About one foot from the tip) was just at the rim of Xia's distended
anus. This roasting method had the advantage of keeping the victim alive for a
long time.
The girls stretched whimpering Xia's legs along the spit and, using the bamboo
ropes, tied her feet to a crossbar in the pole.
Xia was ready now for roasting. We lifted and placed her on the cooking pit. The
spit went snugly into its opening and the wooden wheel fitted perfectly in its
own groove .
Xia was held in place by her head and the spit skewering her anus. The wheel had
a handle and we took turns rotating and basting her body. Her head was quite out
of the fire and protected by the wheel so that we could see her face and hear
her whimpers for a long time.
Xia took almost two hours to cook and we made passionate love while waiting.
Wima was a she cat and I enjoyed ploughing her cunt and anus endlessly. We also
had time for a lazy 69. I love her tasty sweet vagina!

Xia was the best dinner I have ever had. I, as main guest of the feast, carved
the steaming woman roast. I offered her cunt filet to Jemu and Jima but they
refused and told me I should have it. They accepted a golden roasted breast
instead.
Wima and I shared the fat, delicious, juicy cunt filet and that night was heaven
itself with Wima by my side.

I was already an adopted son of the tribe but now I had a chance to become an
honoured one if I managed to prolong the tribe-adoption feast by providing more
woman meat. I accepted to try and Wima was ecstatic with pride.

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Dr. Smith's story as told by himself. To be continued.
Written in Dr. Beale's diary.
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Extract of Dr. Beale's diary. To be continued.
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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.

...............................

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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ButiYuki 3/? a cannibal story by BusyNeuron
(sex, snuff, cannibalism)
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ButiYuki 3/?
(Please first read previous parts)

Sorry, I have not the time to continue writing. I offer this unfinished part
with some ideas. Maybe some of you can expand them into a full-fledged story.
BusyNeuron.


Notes:
Dr. Beale's daughter, Colleen Beale (18 years old, redhead, petite but well
formed), reads her dead father's diary and, fascinated and excited by Dr.
Smith's cannibal story, decides to locate him, before he returns to ButiYuki
land, and convince/force him to take her with him. She wants to spend her life
as a ButiYuki no matter the cost.

Once in ButiYuki village she is reluctantly accepted as honoured guest but her
status can not last forever.
She learns some ButiYuki language. She falls in love with Yeena a 'guest woman'
with lesbian tendencies who has not become a full ButiYuki because she has
rejected many offers to become mate of male suitors.
Yeena and Kila, her sometimes lover, also a bisexual 'guest woman', belong to
'The impaling cock' club.
Kila has been chosen to be roasted because of current excess of guest women in
the village. She accepts her fate willingly and, accidentally, is assigned to
her own club for a woman roasting feast. Colleen is, grudgingly, invited to the
club feast. It will be her first cannibal feast. She is afraid, repulsed,
excited, thrilled, .....
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Each club member carries something on his way to their favourite roasting
grounds. Apart from usual ingredients and tools they are carrying the village
portable guillotine. Everyone is boisterously happy.
Kila, petted, kissed and caressed by everyone, is made to feel the queen of the
party and seems to be the happiest of them all. Yeena and Colleen walk by her
side.
Yeena has accepted to be Kila's 'orgasm enhancer'. That entitles her, she
explains, to choose the perfect moment, when Kila is at the peak of orgasm, to
release the guillotine blade.
They arrive in 'The impaling cock' club roasting grounds by ButiNub mountain
side. It is a heavenly meadow dotted with beautiful shady trees. There is also a
grotto with a spring from which crystalline water flows to nearby LePiss stream.
While Kila is entertained, kissed and caressed by her friends, some club members
set everything ready for the activities. With the easy dispatch of long
practice, the guillotine, a serving table with side dishes and the firepit are
soon ready.
Kila has already drunk the potent laxative. She rushes to the grounds latrine
and jokes that this is the worst part of her 'performance'. After washing in the
stream she comes back and demands a 'round bed' with the whole female club
component.
Her wishes are happily granted. Kila lies down and receives homage from all
feminine hands and tongues of the club. She has orgasmed a couple of times when
she relents: "All right men, you can also have fun!". What follows is one of the
best orgies in the club history.
Colleen is licking passionately Kila's pussy when she hears her say: "Lovers,
give me 'the drink', I am ready for roasting!"
She drinks the pain killer/aphrodisiac drink and the orgy continues. Kila is now
clearly drugged, her nipples erect, rearing from her big dark areolas, and her
pussy dribbling continuously. She rises unsteadily to her feet and asks "Give me
my last arsefuck!"
Friendly hands take her to the guillotine where she kneels, eager to enjoy her
last orgasms. They tie her arms to her waist. This way her hands can reach her
clitoris.
Colleen kneels behind her and licks her pouting anus. Kila's hand rubs her moist
clitoris while Colleen inserts the tip of her tongue inside her relaxing
sphincter and wriggles it inside. Kila moans near orgasm.
Somebody lowers a wooden piece that holds Kila's head in place and skillful
hands tie her lustrous, long hair to a string hanging there for that purpose.
Kila is still orgasming when Tumo, the lucky winner of hasty lots, touches
Colleen and she yields place to his mighty cock.
Tumo presses steadily on Kila's dilated anus. He closes his eyes when her
sphincter gives way and fucks steadily, caressing her bulging breasts and
pinching her erect nipples.
Colleen goes to Yeena who is breathing heavily, staring at Kila's face. Yeena
holds, in her left hand, the string, that will release the guillotine blade, her
right rubs frantically her clitoris. Colleen sits behind her, replaces Yeena's
hand at her moist clitoris and caresses roughly her friend's breasts.
Yeena now holds the guillotine releasing string in both hands. Kila howls her
pleasure while Tumo skewers mercilessly her shithole.
Colleen looks at the rest of the club. They are all fucking madly. Many women
are mounted doggy style while others sit on their men's laps riding their
bursting cocks. Their cries, sighs and moans serve as background to Kila's
orgasmic yells.
A tensing in Yeena makes Colleen look at Kila's face. Her mouth is open, crying
a silent, tremendous, soul wrenching, orgasm when the guillotine blade comes
down in a flash and severs her head.
Kila's head hangs from the string tied to her hair, her eyes blink rapidly while
blood drips from her cleanly cut neck.
Her body rears up lifting Tumo with it. He orgasms, triggered by the twitchings
of her anus. Colleen can see rhythmic spurts of pee coming from Kila's dripping
cunt.
Tumo stands holding Kila's body which twitches and milks his limp cock for a few
more minutes.
The guillotine slicing noise released many orgasms. There is a momentary quiet.
Yeena stands up and places lovingly Kila's head on a tray built into one of the
guillotine uprights. She unties her lovely hair and spreads it around her
friend's head. "It was wonderful, wasn't it? She had a very good time. And so
did we!"
Everyone agrees it was one of the best beheadings in ButiYuki memory.
Kila's body, deftly skewered in a long spit, arms and legs stretched and tied to
inserted crossbars, is soon turning over glowing coals, lovingly basted. Her
head regards, with apparent interest, her feasting friends.

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Colleen has become an enthusiastic cannibal. Kila's flesh was delicious and she
can not wait to eat woman roast and enjoy cannibal orgies again.
She is in love with lovely Yeena and Yeena corresponds but she is in a dilemma:
Her only way to become a ButiYuki is either to accept 'woman guest' status or be
adopted to the tribe.
If 'woman guest' the only way to become a full ButiYuki would be to be chosen as
mate by a tribe member and she only wants Yeena as mate who is herself a 'woman
guest'.
To be adopted (If successful, would mean choosing Yeena as mate and making her
also a full ButiYuki) she would have to provide a woman for roasting. Where
would she get a meat woman? Would she be able to choose a woman to be killed? If
so, how? Hunting? She has never done that. She does not know the jungle, besides
ButiYuki never steal women from nearby tribes. She could not use a canoe to hunt
far away. ..........

Help is on the way. Her case is discussed in the club council. Many want to have
her as a ButiYuki: She is clever: she has learned ButiYuki very fast; She
behaved as a very lusty cannibal at 'The impaling cock' club feast; She is
pretty with her exotic red head.

Grahard, current leader of 'The pierced Anus', informs of her love for Yeena and
suggests a tribe_adopting ceremony.

The council decides to wait for Colleen request for adoption and to make an
exception in her case and allow the tribe adoption_tests to be performed before
the woman roasting so that Colleen has a chance to steal the necessary meat
woman.

Colleen requests and is granted tribe adoption. She presses to have Yeena in the
tribe_adoption party.

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From the river bank, Colleen and Yeena spy the group of five bathing women. They
had moved far from their sisters into a little cove. They wanted to be alone and
out of sight of the tribe guardian to indulge in some lesbian love making.

Yeena sees Colleen remove her loin cloth. She is too late holding her back.
Colleen wades, radiantly naked, towards the YamYamMee women.

The women are awe-struck, gazing at this red headed, startlingly white love
goddess. They see her take beautiful flower necklaces from a pouch and offer
them. The more reckless woman accepts a necklace and others follow her example.

The YamYamMee women start to feel dizzy overwhelmed by the goddess' powerful
scent. The goddess is slipping into the water and they follow her.

Yeena has to work very hard to drag the six bodies, Colleen's included, onto the
river bank.
She moves Colleen apart, far from the chloroform drenched flower necklaces worn
by the other women, puts chloroform moistened rags on each woman's nose and
waits for Colleen to wake up from the chloroform induced sleep.

"Aaaayyy Yeena, we made it! Five meat women! I'll stay here guarding them. Go
and tell Tumo, and the rest of the band, to come and help us take them to the
canoes".

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They were in the tribe_adopting ceremony clearing. The five prisoners safely
tied.
There was a long discussion on how to best use the stolen women. At the end they
accepted Colleen suggestion: They would roast a woman now (The minimum for a
tribe adopting ceremony) and take the rest to the village.
If Jemu, their chief, accepts, there will be a communal roasting of three women
(They know there are three fat ones, in the village, ready for it). Their
beautiful four remaining women will go to the common pool to be distributed in
due time to the clubs.

Colleen kills her first meat woman skewering her through her vagina. She feels a
strange thrill performing this ultimate raping. Her former life education makes
her feel guilty but the drugged woman seems to accept eagerly the spit.

Her victim is soon cooked and eaten by all, aphrodisiac_drugged women prisoners
included. Communal merriment and steaming, delicious, roasted woman flesh
completely drown her fast disappearing qualms.

Chief Jemu declares Colleen adopted daughter of the tribe. She officially
chooses Yeena as mate and Yeena becomes also full tribe member. Anusa, current
leader of 'The tender breast' club offers membership in the club to both. They
accept, Yeena resigns from 'The impaling cock' club.

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'The tender breast' club has been granted a meat woman, Lani. They are in their
private roasting grounds eager to test their improved 'Impalement chair'.
The new chair has a rocking platform in front. This rocking platform transmits
movement to the spit. The spit will move up and down with the platform and every
thirty such movements, the winch holding the chair, will release two inches of
rope. After five such releases the winch will be completely unlocked.
The victim will be continuously fucked by the spit with increasing depth until,
at about one foot depth, she will be finally left to impale herself swiftly.
Couples take turns to rock the platform. Women kneel on it and are fucked (Arse
or cunt depending on the kind of impalement) by men standing behind. Every time
the winch is released the platform is rocked back and the couples enjoy a sudden
deep penetration.

Impalement is a great success. Designer, Tambu, gets cunt filet as reward.

Colleen gets her first arsefuck from Tambu and enjoys it very much. Too much on
Yeena opinion.

Both lovers make up. Anusa presents them with a strap on dildo so they can give
each other lovely arse and cunt fucks.
Yeena, vindictively, arsefucks Colleen very vigorously. Colleen can not sit down
for a few days but thanks her lover for it.

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Colleen and Yeena lead a coming_of_age band of teenagers, four girls and six
boys. Using canoes they reach a small village.
The band hides near a small plantation observing a young woman working in the
field. Colleen points her to the youngsters: big breasts, pretty face, tight
ass.

Band shoots woman with blow pipe putting her to sleep. They decide to sail down
river to a secret place known only to ButiYuki, roast and eat the woman and then
keep on sailing to hunt again in another village.

Arrive in secret place, a deep cave. with a wide chamber far inside, with open
ceiling above which gives sunlight.

First time teenagers kill a woman. Everybody very hungry. Yeena chooses cooking
method.

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