The Life of Koru, Chapter 1
In 3100 the Black race reigned supreme. The magnificent Neo-African Empire, also known as the Black Empire, smashed the last outposts of resistance from places such as Alaska and Scandinavia, thus occupying the entire world. All white people were now officially slaves of the empire. All white people had to work hard to secure the wellbeing of the Black race. On the lush plantations of Africa and South America, in the sulfur or diamond mines, in the stone quarries, on galley ships, everywhere, the white man was used as the principal unit of labor. Breeding programs were started to ensure that the future generations of white slaves were enhanced. The slave owners wanted strong healthy brutes that were capable of working nonstop for their interest and that were also docile and stupid enough to the point they would never rebel. They wanted a sort of simple-minded beast-of-burden, a mindless thrall. And so, after generations of careful selection and training, the koru were born. The koru were the descendants of the white people, however without inheriting the rebellious nature or the pride or the desire for conquest, no, they were not that sophisticated. In a sense they were humans reverted back to the condition of apes. They were very primitive, they lived in mud huts, slept on the ground, ate with their fingers and worked buck naked. It was a marvel to see them work, they were very quick and nimble, they never broke the rhythm and did their best to ensure their masters were happy. Because they worked constantly, their bodies were whipcord, very lean and muscular, the kind of solid, hard muscle that only hard labor slaves get after a lifetime of toil. For this is how the koru worked, they worked from dawn till dusk since the day they could walk until the day they died. As for their disposition, they were very docile and tame, responded well to the whip and never tried to run away. They were truly resigned to their fate. One notable thing is that despite being born white, their bodies tanned really hard by working outside naked so after a while they didn't even look so white anymore. An African proverb said that the koru is born as white as a pig, but when he dies he is as black as a buffalo. Such was the life of the koru.
If the impressive economy of the Black Empire were to be compared to a gigantic machine, then the koru slaves were its cogs, their labor powering entire sectors such as industry, agriculture, mining, construction, and naval transport. Their existence, often unseen and unacknowledged by the Free People, was nevertheless crucial, it was the unyielding bedrock upon which the grand structures of power and opulence were erected. Despite this, the koru had no rights whatsoever, as they were considered scum-of-the-Earth lower-than-dirt outcasts. Their owners saw them as nothing more than beasts-of-burden ready to work for many years on their plantations or in the mines. Society at large saw them as primitive brutes that were too stupid to even wear shoes, let alone think independently. By decree of the Emperor, the koru had been declared to be subhuman, namely a distinct species of primates that must repay through slavery the audacity of their ancestors. This animal-slave status stood at the center of the koru's identity. Every koru knew what it meant and their masters knew even better. As the primates that they were, the koru had to work 14 hours every day, be naked and barefoot all the time, they had to sleep in mud huts erected no higher than a few feet over the ground and were encouraged to fuck regularly to produce more and more generations of koru for their masters. It was customary for the koru to lower their gaze in front of their betters, never speak if not asked to, never question a Black man's authority and expect to be whipped whenever their owners considered appropriate.
On average, each koru provided at least 35 years of fruitful labor to his owner, yet they were relatively cheap because they were produced in great numbers for a market always in demand. The owners rarely bought a single koru, these slaves were sold collectively, "by the pack". A pack of 4 to 10 koru workers was cheaper than a pair of riding horses and slightly more expensive than a dozen of pigs. 100 koru were called a herd and it was customary for the koru to be sold in herds to mines and plantations. During certain seasons, one could buy 2 or 3 herds at the price of one, so it's obvious that one of the advantages of buying koru was their extreme cheapness.
With de de-industrialization and de-technologization of the planet, the role of tractors and machinery was taken back by manual laborers, 100% of whom were koru, white-born slaves. By the year 3100, the koru had replaced even the oxen and horses on virtually every agricultural task, proving themselves to be the preeminent beasts-of-burden. Their Black masters were very proud to own such sturdy animals that rewarded them so greatly with their bovine efforts. And things did not end here. Through selective breeding, only the most apt koru were allowed to mate, so after a few generations these slaves were better and better adjusted to their life. They were stronger, quicker, more virile, better endowed sexually and more disciplined. They worked more hours, got fewer diseases and showed a greater inclination towards submission. They were steadily becoming the perfect slaves that their masters intended. Being a koru meant to serve.
Being a koru really meant to serve, the koru themselves showed that they liked to be exploited. It was quite common to see them with their cocks erect when they worked. This was because they found great pleasure in working hard for their Massa, their brains were hard-wired to revel in servitude and hard labor to the point where this instinct had virtually become sexual. Owners and overseers alike were amused to see these brutes working with their cocks up and dripping like some obedient dogs, it showed how much joy these slaves found in their labor. Well, the joy was actually masochistic, as their work could only be described as hard and strenuous, and the koru often did it with their muscles aching of effort, their bellies rumbling with hunger, their throats parched with thirst, and their backs and buttocks mercilessly whipped by the overseers. It was under such harsh conditions that the koru found their true meaning. Instinctively they applied themselves harder to their labor, unleashing their raw animal power with every fiber of their being and every ounce of their strength, while their cocks throbbed hard and their brains fell numb in this quasi-sexual trance of servitude. When the whip fell, it was expected with a mixture of dread and perverse pleasure, the koru felt it like it was the touch of a god, the touch of his Massa, and he obeyed.
Long ago, the scientist-breeders of the Empire had determined that slaves were less likely to revolt if slavery was deeply engraved into their primal instincts. Over the centuries they had used careful selection to propagate the proper slave genes throughout the koru population. In the end, the effects were satisfying: much higher productivity, much less incidence of disobedience and rebellion and the comical sight of koru slaves working with their cocks erect. The koru's erect cock had gradually become a symbol of his submissiveness and willingness to serve. Irrational and lecherous, the koru did indeed think with their cocks, they were slaves to their instincts even before being slaves to their Massa. And their instincts told them to obey and work hard and cherish the whip that hit their unprotected backs. It certainly did help that the koru had much larger cocks than their white ancestors. This was another effect of selective breeding, as owners wanted their slaves' genitalia to match their big muscular frames. The koru's cock was very large and was strongly connected via nerves to his nipples and his rectum. This meant that squeezing a koru's nipple or fucking him in the ass made him very aroused and biddable. Overseers who fucked koru's asses were often surprised how hungry these creatures were for a good pounding. It was as if they were born to slide back and forth on a big Black dick, clenching and unclenching their buttocks rhythmically to elicit a positive response from the Black man fucking them. As cocksuckers they were even more skillful, deep-throating Black cock like their lives depended on it, with their thick lips and muscular jaws working hard to suck vigorously. The koru were used to worshipping the Black race. Their primitive religion was built around "the Black Man in the sky", a sun deity who watched if they were dutiful and obedient. They thought that Black people were the divine descendants of this god, and therefore also worthy of praise. This is how they prayed at night: "O, suh Black Man in the sky suh, praised be ye, please no punish us, Great One suh! Praised be yer sons and daughters suh, Praised be suh Massa suh!"
And if there was a drought they prayed:
"We'se implore ye, suh Black Man in the sky suh, Give us rain, suh Black Man in the sky suh! Praised be ye and suh Massa suh, Praised be ye and suh Massa suh!"
The belief in the effectiveness of prayer was firm among the koru.
From time to time, holy fools emerged from among the slaves, claiming that they had seen the Black Man in the sky with their own eyes. These visions were in fact hallucinations caused by a fungus that affected the food of the koru. Even so, the visions stirred the imagination of the slaves and were believed to be true by most of them. According to these visions, the Black Man in the sky was a magnificent Black god riding a chariot drawn by 16 harnessed koru. These koru were mere animal traction, panting like dogs with their tongues out while the Black Man in the sky whipped them mercilessly with a fire whip. This image alone made all the koru shudder in fear and piety. The Black Man in the sky was taller than a mountain and had the demeanor of a celestial Massa. His eyes were as bright as the sun and his voice was as loud as thunder. Such stories had entered the folklore of the koru.
For these backward plantation slaves, everything seemed to be magic, especially the advanced technology of their masters. The koru had no way of understanding cars, planes, electricity or even lightning from a scientific perspective, they reduced everything to magic. Magical were also the garments of the Black rulers which stood in sharp contrast with the koru's nakedness. The koru piously called the Black Man's clothes "finey" and the jewels "glimma". At night, in the darkness of their mud huts, they would sometimes have conversations such as this:
"Have ye seen the Blackalords today, bud, the finey they be wearin'?" "Ya bud, they the rulers of the world, course they be wearin' finey!" "And have ye seen the glimma too?" "The glimma be given to them by the Great One."
One time a koru found a Black man's sock in a pile of garbage. He took it in his hands then suddenly realized it must be a piece of finey, a magic artifact of the Black men. He took it to his mates, very happy and smiling, but they were fearful because they thought his act could be interpreted as stealing. In the end they convinced him to bring the sock back to the overseers.
"Suhs, suhs, I'se found a piece o' finey, suhs," the koru said to the overseers. He showed them the sock. "Oh, really? Have you sniffed it, boy?" one overseer answered. "Nosuh" "Sniff it now, boy, come on, sniff it. Sniff harder! Now put it in your mouth!" The koru did what he was ordered. Then another overseer uncoiled his whip and started slapping it loudly over the koru's legs: "Now jump, boy! Come on, jump! Come on, boy! Legs higher! Higher I said!" The koru jumped, sock in his mouth and panting. Then the overseer said: "Now moo!" This is how the koru was punished for stealing the sock.