Captured by Kowabungas - Conclusion
STRAIGHT, WARNING, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, GENITAL MUTILATION
A British expedition in the mid 19th. century to investigate rumors of canniballistic dietary customs by a Congolese tribe gets first hand confirmation.
Some of the Kowabungas released the bonds holding captive's arms, thus
allowing them to sit up. They still kept our feet tied so that we could not
move around. I was watching what appeared to be preparations for a meal when I
suddenly felt something biting one of my feet. I looked down to see a chicken
like bird pecking at my big toe. I shook my foot and shouted at it. Startled,
the bird scurried away squawking. Seeing what had occurred, Onan laughed.
"That was a Chack," he said. "They make good eating but the males are, for
some reason, attracted to human feet."

There was now a lot of activity near the fire pit, where a good sized fire had
been started. The eight pans contining our former body parts were arranged in
front of an elderly tribesman who seemed to be in charge of preparing them for
cooking..He took one of the tubes of penis skin and then pushed a testicle
into one end of it, leaving the cords hanging out. He then took what appeared
to be nuts and chopped up vegetables from a dish and inserted them into the
other end of the tube. Next he pushed the second testicle in after the
veggies. This filled the roughly 5 inch long tube almost to the ends, and he
finished by tying up the ends with the testicle cords. Noticing me watching
him he held up the 'sausage' and smacked his lips as if in anticipation of a
good meal.

Actually, he would not be partaking of any of his culinary creations as they
were reserved fot the eight teen-aged boys that had been brought into the
clearing. They were naked except for colored bows that were tied around their
penises. The chef quickly made seven more genital sausages and put them aside
while he hung what looked like eight large carrots from the scaffolding above
the fire. While he was in the process of hanging the the main course over the
flames I heard him singing to himself. I asked Onan if he understood what the
words to the song were. He answered me with, "Fresh nuts roasting on an open
fire, Chack cocks nipping at your toes. Full sized carrots being hung by a
wire, and kids dressed up with fancy bows. Everybody knows some". "That's
enough", I interrupted. "I get the picture."

By this time Cookie had poured some kind of sauce over the roasting
delicacies, and an enticing aroma was wafting our way, making my mouth water.
It wasn't long before the meal was deemed to be cooked to the chef's
satisfaction. and the boys lined up for their dinner. They were each given a
cock and nut sausage, and a carrot. They then came over to us, and bowing,
presented us each with a carrot. Onan told me they were thanking us for our
contribution to their future sex life.

There is really not much more to tell. The Kowabungas kept us in their village
for two days while the ladies checked our bandaged wounds to make sure that
they were healing properly. Then the chief bid us goodby and hoped that we
would not try and seek reprisals for our ordeal. He also presented me with
samples of the Numbweed and the cauterizing ointment. We were then blindfolded
and led back to our encampment. We returned to civilization, paid off our
bearers, giving them a sizeable bonus to help compensate them for the loss of
their procreative powers. Reggie and I then took passage on a vessel bound for
England.  
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That was the end of Horace Hardcastle's report - which really was only his
diary and not a proper expedition report at all. I decided to investigate
further. I eventually discovered that Horace and Sir Reginald had never
reached England. Their ship had sunk during a storm in the Bay of Biscay.
Horace's body had been washed ashore on the coast of Portugal. His 'report',
protected in an oilskin pouch, was found in a pocket. There was no sign of the
sample medications mentioned.

Further investigation revealed that the Kowabungas had become extinct. A
neighboring tribe had attacked them and killed most of their virile teenagers.
There were no longer enough of them to be able to maintain a stable population
and the tribe slowly dwindled away. By the turn of the century they were all
gone.

  

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