The Life of Koru, Chapter 21
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It was the start of the rain season, endless days of rain after endless days of rain, and the slaves were still working.
Every Black overseer tried to shelter their dogs and horses during rain, but the koru were something different. They were work animals, slave apes, so they needed no shelter from the rain.
The sky poured on them with the wrath of a thousand whips and for weeks their hides were never allowed to dry up. But the worst thing was the continuous pounding of the rain hitting their skulls.
Sometimes a car passed by on the road, accelerating on purpose next to them just to cover their bodies with another splash. It was almost always a car they identified as belonging to the Hukunta.
Only at night was Sir Tariq merciful enough to cover the cage where they slept with cellophane.
The cage was so cramped it was almost impossible for them to fuck, so the slaves had to solve their urges by masturbating. In the silence of the night, Mulo stroke his cock while thinking about Mayana, the only wumma that he had ever fucked, the only wumma in his life. Mulo dreamt of taking Mayana to a pasture full of flowers, surrounded by a romantic sunset. He would carry her in his strong arms and caress her tits, kiss her pussy, fuck her and have a lot of babies with her, but these were all dreams. The reality was that he was in a prison cage cramped with hundreds of other slaves who lived their worst nightmares. Mulo realized however that Mayana had probably fallen pregnant after he visited her and she would soon have the baby, Mulo's baby, so Mulo was a dad. But koru dads and koru sons rarely met each other. Mulo himself didn't know who his dad was and that his name was Ubo.
"Will I'se ever see Mayana again?" Mulo asked himself with sadness as he started releasing his seed on the floor beneath his legs.
The floor of the cage was full of dirt and the semen of the masturbating slaves to the point where it felt like glue under their soles. Mulo could almost stick a good portion of his toes in it. It was cum mixed with mud and water and the cage really smelled. Mulo raised his leg carefully and examined his foot. The bastinado bruises had started to heal.
Rainy season was a time of irrationality for the slaves. As the water dripped on their heads like in Chinese water torture, their minds caved in to unleash their most primal instincts -- sexual instincts, survival instincts. Mulo was deeply craving to penetrate. It was a combination of the "rain effect", his raging hormones and a maturity level that his body attained. Fucking Mayana had made his cock eager for more exploration. He wanted to be a top! He was tired of being bottom! And he was so obsessed about it that he was ready to stick his cock into a wasp nest, if this were the only option.
Being as crazy as he was, he was heavily tempted by Junkhead's buttocks as they stood there in the night cage. He started rubbing his cock to Junkhead's ass crack and whispered to his ear:
"Ye like snorting dust, don't ye? See how'se ye like my cock?"
However Peon saw him and immediately yelled:
"Mulo, what the fuck ye doin', bud? Can't ye see he no brain left?"
"Yeah and?" Mulo said. "When I'se get fucked nobody ask if I'se got a brain or not!"
What Mulo said didn't make any sense, so he continued with:
"Ye always say I'se should top, but ye never allow me to top!"
"Ye top them who ye defeat in battle, moron! Not junkhead fucks like him!"
"Fuck ye, wumma!"
"Did'se ye just call me a wumma?" Peon said, becoming aggressive.
"Yeah, only wummses bitch like that!"
"Well, I'se gonna rip yer ass in two for what ye just said!"
And Peon wasn't joking. He disciplined Mulo with a few punches and a kick in the stomach, then made him crouch down on the floor and gave him a few more elbows to the head After all, he was still the dop dog, and Mulo was his bottom.
"There! And stay on the ground! Ye have no right to put yer dick in anything without my say!"
"Yes, bossuh!" Mulo said.
This argument with Peon really contributed to his overall sadness. Mulo wondered if Peon was still his friend. The endless rain hitting their skulls over and over really made them lose their minds.
Another day at work. They were as wet as drowned rats, as wet as the putrid leaves in autumn. The skin on their fingers was wrinkly wet, their feet were so swollen from the water that they were as large as rubber boots and squeaked just like them. The water never ended. It drenched their bodies, then slid from their cocks like piss.
The segment of the road they were working at was also particularly difficult because it passed through the jungle. They were in the middle of wilderness. Around them, here and there, they saw jungle slaves working to cut down trees and at one point, they even saw their former team mate from the jungle, Grogh.
Grogh was as lively as ever and he came to them with a bright smile.
"Aye! It's Peon and Mulo! Haven't seen ye guys in a while, what are ye up to?"
"We'se good, Groghie, just workin' here on this road!"
"Damn! Ye have them jangles at yer feet! Ye couldn't resist gettin' into trouble, boys, aye?"
"Ye can say it that way. We'se tried our best!"
"They be scapers! SCAPERS, I'se tell ye!" the slave called Sleaze, who was next to them, yelled.
"Really, boys? Ye tried to escape?" Grogh asked.
"Don't listen to him! He be spewin' nonsense!" Peon said.
"Well, it better be true! I ain't no friend with no scapers!" Grogh said.
"So ye don't believe my word?" Peon asked.
"Umm... I'se think ye're just full of shit! I'se knew ye were trash plantation monkeys from the day ye came in the jungle. Yer jangles now prove my point!"
"Cut it, Grogh! We'se proved we'se worthy when we'se hunted that alligator!"
"That wuz long ago, boys! That wuz in the past! Now ye're just cuffed monkeys clinging to a long chain!"
Peon put the pickaxe down and launched his body towards Grogh to punch him. However the chain didn't allow him to travel the distance, so he just stopped halfway with his fist prepared.
"Fuck ye, Grogh!"
"Fuck yer mom, monkey!"
"Hey! What's the problem out there?"
A Black overseer was coming towards them, looking very angry, although what was most scary about him was how familiar he looked.
"Oh, fuck! It's suh Hannibal!" Mulo wanted to say, but the words were stuck in his throat.
The standard procedure that Chief Tariq used for disobedient slaves was to have them go on all fours right there, next to the road, their backs and asses at the same level, leaving the whip-master decide what to hit.
But Sir Hannibal had no such dilemma. His whip was long enough to simultaneously slap the back and the buttocks.
As Peon and Mulo were under Tariq's authority, but attempted to attack Grogh, who was Hannibal's slave, the overseers found a convenient reconciliation -- Sir Hannibal was going to whip the two slaves as they stood on all fours.
"Recognize this skin, boys?" Sir Hannibal said showing them the whip. "It's from the alligator you hunted. Look how nicely it shines! I am going to beat you with it. I call this whip the Alligator's Vengeance. You think you killed the beast, but it came back to life to hunt you!"
Ouch!
That evening, Sir Jared greeted Sir Hannibal with a reluctant smile.
"Hey, Hannibal, long time no see, man!"
But in reality he was not very impressed, as he thought Sir Hannibal to be boring.
They spent the rest of the evening with Sir Tariq playing a new game called koru balls. These were real koru testicles that had been cut off from slaves, each one enclosed in a transparent rubber sphere that improved their endurance and made them very elastic and fun to play with. The game consisted in throwing the balls to the wall, hitting some targets and scoring points.
"I will let your slave fuck my two nasty apes if you send a positive review about me to Chief Mazi!" Sir Jared told Hannibal with a cunning smile.
He basically pimped them for favors that could make him climb the career ladder. Sir Jared was too ambitious to remain a chain gang supervisor for too long. He had his eyes on the prize and dreamt of even replacing Sir Mazi.
Peon and Mulo were released from the cage and fucked hard by the burly slave Grogh.
After that, Sir Hannibal and Sir Jared fucked them again, but with condoms.
Fucking these totally wet slaves was funny as their asses squeaked with every thrust.
"How long will this rain season last?" Sir Jared wondered.