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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