The Life of Koru, Chapter 10
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Among the nastiest pests of the Amazon, the greatest one was the Tyrant King Leech, which the slaves called the "itcher". This 2-inches parasite with jaw and teeth five times larger than those of every other leech lived in the water of the lakes and rivers and often aimed for a mammal's orifices, especially its nose, its piss canal and its rectum. The koru were the most obvious prey as they often worked in the river, pulling rafts and cutting reed. Inevitably these slaves ended with a tyrant leech up their butt at one point or another, giving them a strong itching sensation throughout the day and especially at night. The slaves couldn't take the nagger out. They tried with sticks and fingers, they often asked their mates to finger them too. It took at least three weeks before the itcher came out.
For this reason the koru of the Amazon were considered too disgusting to be fucked in the ass. The overseers didn't want to see that nasty leech coming out even if they wore condoms. If they really wanted to fuck a koru's ass though, they simply went to him and said:
"Say, boy, do you have the itcher in your butt, yay or nay?"
If the koru said "Yassuh, I'se have it!" he would be left to continue his work.
If he said "Nossuh!" he would be ordered to sit on all fours to be fucked.
In the jungle, Peon and Mulo had to work in the water a lot, up to the waist or even deeper, in order to drag out fallen tree trunks from the river. Sometimes they had to place tree trunks on primitive rafts and drag them from one shore to the other. Both slaves were good swimmers and water was their second element. Working in water was something they enjoyed, as it kept them clean by the end of the day. It is only when they got the itcher that they realized working in water has some downsides.
First they thought it's just a passing itch, but then they couldn't stop fidgeting, clenching and unclenching their buttholes and sticking their fingers inside, in a desperate attempt to calm the itch.
"Ayy! Fuck! I'se think I got the itcher!" Peon said.
"Me too! Fuck!" Mulo said.
It was in that very inappropriate day that, Sir Jared came to visit them. He wanted to see how the two slaves are faring and maybe take actions to ensure they are developing well.
Also a trip to the jungle was for him like a nice holiday as he avoided some of the heat from the fields and he was promised good lodging at the house of Sir Hannibal Anansi, the overseer.
Sir Jared looked better than ever. His job as plantation overseer had made him very rich and satisfied. He was already experienced when he had come to the plantations, but now he had perfected his techniques by learning from older, more experienced overseers. In terms of fashion he started to emulate Sir Reginald himself, wearing expensive rings and watches, fine shirts and other such niceties, although he still kept his "badass action hero" look with his incredible overseer uniform. His luxurious black car which he had used to come to the tree-cutting center was parked right in front of Sir Hannibal's house. Only the cleanest, most careful slaves were allowed to wash that car.
After Sir Jared arrived and started having some discussions with Sir Hannibal, he went to the river to meet the slaves.
"You two, field apes!" Sir Hannibal yelled and gestured a "come here" command.
The slaves were in the middle of pulling a raft, so they had to bring the raft to the shore first and then do what Sir Hannibal ordered. Sir Jared was starting to get impatient, but finally they arrived, squeaky clean from the river, their hair and bodies still wet. The slaves pressed their noses to the ground, kissed Sir Jared's feet, then assumed the display position.
"Flex your muscles, boys!"
Mulo and Peon immediately curved their arms and flexed their powerful muscles. Sir Jared took a step back to admire the results of six months of work in the jungle. Both slaves started becoming a little more muscular and more rugged, just as he thought slaves should be.
From the first time he met them, Sir Jared had thought these two slaves were a bit too lean and "feminine". He wondered if he could make real koru males out of them, and that meant big burly brutes with larger muscles than their brains.
"Not quite there yet," Sir Jared thought.
Mulo and Peon tried their best not to scratch their buttholes in the presence of Sir Jared, as this was considered very impolite behavior by the Black Lords. But, man, did their asses itch!
Sir Hannibal Anansi, was the strangest overseer. He rarely spoke, only gave short orders. Sometimes these orders were expressed only through simple gestures. It was as if he didn't want to waste his breath talking to the lowly apes under his supervision. He smoked a lot. He looked indifferent most of the day, using his whip sparingly but with great effect.
At the end of the day, he collapsed in his armchair with a few cans of beer in front of him and watched the show of Wiz the King.
Wiz the King was a prolific stand-up comedian with millions of viewers. The butt of jokes were often the koru and their stupidly funny lives.
"What happens if you put a koru in a room and he farts?" Wiz the King asked. "Do you get two koru?"
Or:
"Why did the koru drive a stick up his butthole? Well, he needed that stick for later and he had no pockets!"
Some people found these jokes unoriginal and overused, but Sir Hannibal never got bored of them.
Koru jokes weren't peak humor, but they served as an escape from the constraints of polite language and societal norms, through their bawdy and explicit content.
Willy-nilly, Sir Jared joined Sir Hannibal that night to watch TV, even though he found TV shows boring. The crisps were there and the beer was ready from the fridge. Just before the show was about to begin though, Sir Jared said:
"Tell you what! We can have better entertainment if I also bring my two koru here!"
"Your plantation apes? They have the itcher. I saw them scratching their butts all day."
"Really? So what? We fuck them with condoms!"
Mulo and Peon were summoned to the room shortly afterwards. They stood there humbly, hiding their itch with stoicism. Sir Jared ordered them to get into the position called "obeying monkey" -- on all fours, with noses pressed to the ground. This was the most obscene and debasing position a slave could take, as his asshole was right there for display as a sort of trophy for the Black Lords. Sir Jared proceeded to fuck them hard, with his cock enveloped in a condom.
Sir Hannibal didn't seem interested at all about fucking. He just yelled at the slaves to stop moaning and turned the TV louder. Mulo and Peon were scared. They had never seen a TV before, a strange box it was, nor did they understand why they heard Black people voices coming from there. They listened to a hundred, maybe a thousand Black Lords laughing together at jokes about koru. It was the sort of humiliation that only the koru could endure.
It is only when the show ended that Sir Hannibal told Sir Jared
"Alright, now give me a try!"
Without wasting time, Sir Hannibal took his whip and coiled it around Mulo's neck. He pulled so hard that Mulo almost felt his neck snapping, while Sir Hannibal's cock savagely invaded his ass. The fuck was brutal, a merciless hammering, nothing Mulo had ever experienced. Suffocated, struggling for breath, his face was red and his eyes were popping out of his head. Sir Hannibal was still not satisfied with this, so he pulled the koru's neck even more, while also kicking him with his boot in the stomach.
"Come on, you bitch-ass slave! Let's go to town!"
"Yo, yo, yo! You kill my slave, man! What are you doing?" Sir Jared protested.
Hearing this, Sir Hannibal finally releasted poor Mulo.
"I can never have any fun!" Sir Hannibal said, while throwing his whip away.
He moved back to his armchair and opened another can of beer.
Ten minutes later, Mulo was still there, agonizing in a puddle of sweat and vomit. Suddenly he started trembling as well from his withdrawal effects.
"That's funny," Sir Jared said "Does the itcher make him do that?"
"No, that's actually because he has inhaled zirikum," Sir Hannibal said.
"HE DID WHAT??" Sir Jared exploded.