The Life of Koru, Chapter 12
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When Mulo and Peon came back to the plantation, they had to undergo deparasitation. Sir Mazi couldn't afford having slaves bring diseases or parasites from the jungle to affect other slaves and therefore the profits of the company.
First they had their hair sheared with an electric razor that left them bald and beardless in no time. Then the slaves had to jump into a primitive hot tub full of diluted anti-parasitic solution and they were given big wire brushes to scrub their hides. These brushes were a terror to the slaves as they were not soft to the touch at all, but they had to scrub anyway. Sir Mazi supervised their scrubbing and if the koru didn't scrub hard enough, he would take the brush into his own hand and scrub the hell out of them.
By the end of the bath, the slaves were almost purple from head to toe from so much scrubbing.
"Have you scrubbed your cocks and balls as well? Have you scrubbed your palms, your soles, between your fingers, behind the ears?" Sir Mazi asked
"Yessuh Chief, suh! We'se scrubbed everything!"
They were taken to the veterinarian who gave them the necessary injections, three shots in the ass for each.
Then they were given a large dewormer tablet, which had to be inserted in the anus, then pushed way down the rectum with the finger.
"Keep your buttocks clenched for the rest of the day, boys! Don't shit! Don't fuck yourselves in the ass! The tablet should fizzle by the morning!" the veterinarian said.
"Yessuh Vet, suh!"
That night Mulo and Peon slept on their bellies with their asses pointing up to avoid making the tablets slide out.
Despite the careful deparasitation, Sir Mazi was still reluctant to mingle Mulo and Peon with the other slaves, so he simply sent them to herd buffalos for a few days. Herding animals was a job for the koru, however you had to be vigilant with these primitives, as they were often tempted to fuck anything they could catch: goats, pigs, even buffalos...
"Don't stick your dicks in buffalos, boys! If I catch you do it, I'll cut your worthless dicks off, got it? Don't try to mess with me!"
"Yessuh Chief, suh!"
Herding buffalos was a piece of cake. Mulo and Peon spent most of the time lying in the grass with the buffalos, watching them graze. If a conflict emerged between two buffalos, the slaves had to run towards them to prevent them from fighting. Sometimes a buffalo ventured too far into the muddy marshlands, so Mulo or Peon had to swim towards it to help it get back. Pulling a buffalo out of the water by its nape and horns was probably the hardest part.
And then there were the mosquitos from the marshlands which were also a nuisance. They could eat you alive if you were a koru and had no protection for your naked skin.
"Fuck! I'se know a trick against them mosquitos!" Peon said.
He took some mud from the ground and started spreading it over his entire body until he was basically caked in mud.
Mulo did the same.
No mosquito was interested in their bodies when they were covered in mud.
"Ye look cute, my boy!" Peon joked.
"Ye too, my suh!"
Peon ran to Mulo and raised him high in his arms, twisting him around until Mulo was sitting right on top of Peon's shoulders giggling, with his legs wrapped around Peon's neck.
"Whoo!" Mulo cheered.
But then his enthusiasm vanished when he saw Sir Mazi in the distance.
"Careful! Suh Chief is comin'!" said Mulo, jumping swiftly from Peon's back.
"What are you pigs doing? Rolling in the mud? Is this why I sent you here?" Sir Mazi said.
"Suh Chief, we'se only use mud to stop them mosquitos, suh!" Peon said respectfully.
"Oh really? Does the mud also stop this whip too?" Sir Mazi yelled as he applied his powerful whip to Peon's body.
Peon jumped in pain and lost his balance, falling in a position that made it only easier for Sir Mazi to whip his back.
"Does the mud stop this whip, fucker?"
"Suh please!" Mulo cried and placed himself between Peon and the whip, offering his back instead.
Sir Mazi was impressed by this move.
"You'll need that back, boy! To carry your mate when I am finished with him!"
Sir Mazi was so angry that he didn't hear Sir Jared approach him:
"Mazi, what are you doing to my favorite boys?"
"Teaching them some discipline, that's what I am doing!"
"I need them. I am going hunting this evening and I need two hunting dogs!"
Sir Jared used his fingers to whistle for his hunting dogs to hurry. He was on his horse, they were on foot, so Mulo and Peon had to apply some extra energy to keep up the pace. That evening, Sir Jared used his rifle to shoot ducks and the slaves were getting into the pond to retrieve them. It was an excellent opportunity for Sir Jared to practice his hunting skills, which were very much needed if he wanted to gain entry into high society. As for the two slaves, they looked happy and eager to help their overseer.
Late at night, as they were returning from the hunt, Sir Jared used his flashlight to light up the path. They passed through a forest clearing from which they could see a magical sky full of stars. Overseer and slaves alike were amazed by the beauty at display. The Milky Way stretched like a sumptuous river of brilliants from one side of the sky to the other. Sir Jared interrupted the silence with a very serious tone
"Don't forget I saved your asses today, boys, and the other day, and the day before... You keep getting and getting into trouble! "
"Yessuh, thank you, suh!" the slaves said.
But Sir Jared didn't finish what he wanted to say. He stopped on top of the hill under the magnificent sky with a mysterious smile on his face. It was time to educate the slaves. He pointed his finger to the sky and said:
"You see that star over there, boys? That place is called Mars. Mars! Koru slaves living there have a much harder life than you, boys. Much much harder. Let me tell you! Think about a weather so cold that your cocks would shrivel to the size of little worms immediately and never return back to what they used to be. Think about an air so thin that you would always feel that it would choke you to death but it never does. But above all, think about how it would be like to be supervised non-stop at work not by human overseers but by mechanized drones that buzz you in the ass when you are flagging. This is Mars, boys! You are very lucky that you are not there. Very very lucky I should say! You are inhabitants of merciful planet Earth! Try to remember that next time your are tempted to fuck up!"
"Yessuh Jared, suh!"
The slaves were overloaded with information, but they understood the general message. For example, they didn't know what a "drone" is, but you didn't need to be a genius to understand that it brought hell on... Mars.
"Do your duty, boys, and never anger Chief Mazi again!"
"Yessuh Jared, suh!"
Mulo was still intrigued about Mars so he said:
"Suh, how koru reach up there to Marsa? They learn to fly, suh?"
"Damn, you slaves are stupid as fuck! I am embarrassed by your stupidity!"