The Life of Koru, Chapter 17
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Sir Ishmael was dizzy stepping out of "The Changer" device and he dropped to his knees. He looked at his skin. It looked different, it looked white, inferior, a slave's skin, a cheap skin. This alone made him shiver, thinking his skin was now the cheapest hide possible and it was a good target for the whip.
But there was more.
In the metallic reflection of the floor he saw that he had blond hair and blue eyes, common features of a koru which humiliated him greately. He felt disfigured.
"On your feet, koru, I want to inspect you!" Prof. Kumbaba said. "Take off the clothes, you don't need them anymore!"
"Professor?"
"You heard me, ape!"
Sir Ishmael took off his shirt, his shoes, his socks, even his trousers.
"Your underwear too!"
Sir Ishmael was blushing with shame. His white koru face was red with blushing. He took off his underwear, revealing a cock that was large and pink.
Prof. Kumbaba seized the opportunity to examine him closely.
"You're weak! You need more muscles, boy, if you want to work on a plantation!" he said, grabbing his chest in his palms and measuring the strength of his chest muscles.
He then moved to the belly and poked it loudly to make the six-pack muscles respond. He grabbed Ishmael's arms, measured his shoulders and the strength of the biceps and triceps, measured the thickness of his neck and how all of these muscles connected together. He even made Ishmael turn around to see the size of his back and gauge the gluteal muscles of his posterior.
All of these actions seemed just a cold evaluation, a simple routine with no feelings of compassion. Ishmael felt like an animal assessed for its work capacity, he felt very humiliated and degraded.
At the same time, Prof. Kumbaba was very disappointed by his slave.
"Very, very weak!" Prof. Kumbaba continued. "Now I know what I will do with you! You will be the janitor in my warehouse!"
The bastinado procedure was straightforward. The feet of the koru had to be tied to a horizontal iron bar, while he lied on his back with his legs raised. Then the soles were battered with a wooden club which looked very much like a baseball bat. It was a savage thrashing and the overseers had to wear gloves to not develop blisters. To make things worse, most koru had very large foot sizes, an adaptive trait that was unavoidable for creatures that renounced wearing footwear. Beating those big feet into a pulp took some great effort.
"Look at these paws!" Jared said pointing to Mulo's large feet hanging helplessly from the iron bar.
Mulo's soles were like impenetrable barriers of hardened skin and tissue, fat pads and ligaments that formed during his years of walking barefoot. The two overseers poked at the calloused soles with their fingers:
"Leather hard, man! I think I have shoes that have less leather than these feet!" Sir Jared exclaimed.
"You need to hit him extra hard in the soles for the brute to feel anything!" Sir Mazi said.
"I will! I know hot to hit an apeshit in the paws!"
Sir Jared flexed with the club in his hands and then released an incredible blow:
"Take this, apeshit!"
"One, suh!" Mulo counted.
"And again!"
"Two, suh!"
Unlike regular whippings, bastinado didn't hurt so much at the beginning, but it hurt a lot at the end. As Mulo's soles gave less and less resistance to the relentless beating, Mulo started to feel the blows right in the nerves. They went like current through his legs and into his stomach, they punched him in the bladder and made his head ache. He shaked his body uncontrollably, trying to move away from the ferocious hits, but it was no use as his feet were tied to the iron bar.
"AWUUU!" Mulo was crying.
"What number is it, slave?"
"Twe-twe-twenty, suh!"
"You get ten more for not counting properly!"
And then came Peon.
Peon's soles were even larger than Mulo's and had that extra meaty padding that made them look fat and juicy .
"Damn! Look at these motherfuckers!" Sir Jared exclaimed while pointing at Peon's soles. "This ape must be walking like Big Foot with those!"
"Yeah! Big feet for a big ass slave. Count, boy!" Chief Mazi said.
"One, suh!" Peon counted.
"Two, suh!"
And by the end of it, he was like:
"UGHH! UGHH! Nineteen, suh!"
"OWWW! NGH! NGH! Twenty, suh!"
"Give him ten more, so he has just as many as the other slave!" Chief Mazi told Sir Jared, giving him the club to continue.
A few minutes later, they received the following news:
"Sir, we have found the slave called Dumbo!"
Sir Jared and Sir Mazi turned around to see the slave fugitive kneeling at their feet.
Dumbo stood there with his hands tied. He had been caught on the road connecting the slave camp to the village of the wummses, as his plan was to sneak inside the village to see Wummina again. Things got very complicated when he found out that the village was full of Black overseers that night, many of whom wanted to find pleasure from the female koru. Under the protection of darkness, Dumbo could hear Wummina being fucked by some Black gentlemen in the same mud hut where he had had her. He waited and waited, but in in the end, when he saw that morning was coming, he panicked and turned back to the camp. It was too late. The hounds were already searching for him. He heard them coming like a pack of rabid wolves and he heard the hooves of the horses of the overseers. Dumbo climbed a tree to save his ass from being bitten into pieces. In no time, the tree was surrounded by the hounds and the three Black men.
"Climb down that tree, koru!" the overseers yelled. "We saw you climbing!"
"Suhs, please, I'se didn't mean to leave the camp, suhs!" said Dumbo.
"We'll talk about that after you climb down!"
But Dumbo was too afraid of the hounds.
"Suhs, I'se not gonna do it, suhs!"
The Black men instructed a koru who was with them to light up a fire underneath the tree.
Dumbo felt the smoke in his nostrils and knew that he was fucked. He jumped from the tree and immediately crouched to the ground. A Kalahari Hellhound took control of his balls, tightening his fangs around them in a dangerous grip, while growling. Dumbo was so vulnerable in this position that he had no way of fighting what happened to him next.
His hands were tied with rope and the overseers on horses made him run behind them at full speed, while Dumbo struggled to keep the pace and the hounds barked and growled at him. Sometimes a dog would jump at his balls again, seizing them tightly in its mouth and even dangling there playfully, so Dumbo had to carry it between his legs while also running. And if Dumbo couldn't move fast enough, a whip was applied to his back to make him continue.
"You have no idea how fucked you are, slave!" Sir Mazi said to the trembling Dumbo.
"Suh Chief, I'se sorry, suh!" Dumbo answered.
"You being sorry does not change anything now. Why did you try to escape and where were you heading to?"
"Suh Chief, I'se wanted to fuck my wumma at the village, suh. I'se sorry, suh!"
"Your wumma?" Sir Mazi exploded. "She's not your wumma, boy! Nothing is yours, boy! The wumma is owned by Massa and so are you, you stupid ape!"
Sir Mazi was very angry. He turned to Sir Jared and said:
"Jared, I want this ape nailed at the entrance immediately! I want to make an example out of him, for all the other apes! NOW!"
Dumbo was weeping at this point and groveling at Sir Mazi's feet.
"Suh Chief, I'se sorry, suh! Mercy, suh!"