The Life of Koru, Chapter 23
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Working next to Sleaze was not as much fun as working next to Peon. Sleaze liked to be unpleasant to other slaves in every way possible, so when he was not calling Mulo a "scaper", he liked to laugh about his meek silly face, his whipped-striped ass and his oversized cock.
"Watcha doin' with that shlong, buddy, as I'se see ye never fuck anyone with it?"
And sometimes the other slave called Fucka joined in, saying:
"Where's yer friend, boy? No friend? Tonight we piss in yer mouth!"
Mulo braced himself. Being pissed in the mouth by other slaves was a level of debasement he was not willing to endure. It meant being marked as territory, being turned into a total loser.
He had been a piss-drinker in the past, when Muaka used to humiliate him in this way. It was a messy experience and it scarred him so badly that Mulo could still feel the taste of Muaka's urine in his mouth. But Peon had liberated him from this. Peon rarely pissed in his mouth and when he did, it was enjoyable for both of them. It was a form of communication and sharing and Mulo was ready to gulp Peon's piss down, as if it were tasty beer.
But having Sleaze and Fucka piss in his mouth? No! He wanted to stay away from it!
So when they were locked in the cage for the night, Mulo kept his distance from Sleaze and Fucka. Those two were already grinning and preparing their cocks for a good treat.
"On yer knees boy! Time to taste our piss!" Fucka said.
"Scaper, scaper drinkin' our piss!" Sleaze added.
"Fuck ye, both!" Mulo threatened, preparing his fists to punch.
But they didn't care, they were clearly underestimating him. As soon as they approached Mulo, the scared slave unleashed a flurry of fists, each one harder than the last. The fists were quick and powerful, as Mulo had been practicing with Peon, so in a way they were a tribute to their strong friendship.
Frightened by this fury, Fucka vanished in the crowd immediately, but Sleaze received a few hits:
"ARGH! Fuck you, scaper!"
"On yer knees, ye're gonna suck my cock right now! On yer knees!" Mulo ordered.
"Damn, scaper! Who taught ye talk like that?"
"If ye call me scaper again, I'se gonna rip yer throat with my cock!"
"Damn!"
Sleaze was forced to sit on his knees and take Mulo's cock in his mouth. It was a treat! The large meaty cock hanging between Mulo's legs really needed some release and it compensated its lack of experience with the copious amount of seed it could pump. By the end of it, Sleaze was so overwhelmed by cum, that instead of "scaper", he called Mulo "bossuh".
Being Mulo's bottom dog wasn't something Sleaze gleefully accepted, but at the same time his shitty behavior towards every other slave in the gang had made him a lone wolf, with almost no friends or allies. Fucka was the closest thing he had to a friend, but Fucka had seen Mulo's fury and didn't want to intervene. Sleaze's only true allies were his teeth, but even those weren't able to sink too deep into the hard cock in his mouth, because Mulo punched him in the head whenever they tried.
As the days passed on and the chain gang continued working, the landscape changed from jungle wilderness to endless plains and pastures. With a proud smile, Chief Tariq announced:
"Alright, boys! We're going to Rio!"
Soon enough, the slaves started seeing urban areas in the distance, factories, concrete buildings, train stations and even an airport. Raised on a plantation, Mulo had never been to a town before, so all these edifices were miracles to behold, proving the superiority of the Black Man. He wondered how that mythical place called "Rio" would look like. It had to be great, everything that the Black Man created was great and this humbled him as a koru. Mulo felt grateful that the Black Lords allowed him to work for them, and in his night prayers he never forgot to mention Massa.
During this time, Sir Jared started having very friendly discussions with the veterinarian Sir Cane.
"So why did you become a vet, if you find the koru so disgusting?" Sir Jared asked.
"For fuck's sake! When I enrolled for this job, I wanted to treat noble animals like horses and hounds!" Sir Cane explained. "I didn't realize I would be surrounded by these dirty-ass apes all the time!"
"I see!" Sir Jared said. "Look, I'm more of a `I help you, you help me' kind of guy. I can write recommendations to further your career, if you write a good review about me to Chief Mazi. The vet on the plantations is old and close to retirement. I am sure you can step in! He has to take care of sick koru, but he also spends his time treating the horses and hounds on the plantation, some of the finest breeds you will ever see!"
"Wow, thanks! That's amazing, Jared!" Sir Cane said.
"No biggie!" Jared said, quoting Smasher.
Suddenly a passing car pulled over on the side of the road. It had a flat tyre.
A beautiful Black woman emerged from the car, wearing sunglasses and black leather that gave her an aura of both elegance and confidence.
"I need some help with the tyre!" she said. "My name is Faraja Hayatudeen."
Sir Jared's jaw dropped. The surname belonged to the governor of the province of Brazil and the lady looked quite rich, so it was fair to assume that they were related.
"I'm Jared Dakari, overseer of this chain gang that belongs to Master Reginald Nnamani! Are you...?" Sir Jared said.
"Yes, I am Governor Hayatudeen's daugther!" Faraja said.
"Well, let me help you then! Mulo, get your ass over here immediately and pump this tyre up, you son of a bitch!"
"Yessuh!" Mulo said.
The slave left the chain gang and came as fast as he could to Miss Faraja's car. He bowed low and said:
"Missuh!"
"It's Great Missuh for you, slave!" Sir Jared. "You will call her Great Missuh!"
"Yessuh Jared, suh! Great Missuh!"
Mulo was visibly nervous seeing such a beautiful woman in front of him and he couldn't hide his erection. He had a great weakness for gorgeous Black women, which he had developed from fapping to torn magazine pages that he found in the garbage pile of the Black overseers. He treasured those pieces of paper like a dog treasured his bone, and just like a dog, he used to hide them in a hole, at one corner of the mud hut where he slept. This was until Muaka found his collection and made him eat it.
"No more touchin' yer prick, dog!" Muaka yelled at him that day. "If I'se see ye jerkin' off again, I'se gonna rip yer prick in two!"
So now Mulo was shamelessly erect, more erect than he had ever been. He took the pump from the back of the car and started pumping the wheel.
The comical sight of Mulo's large cock bopping up and down, as he pressed his leg to pump, made Sir Jared burst from laughter, but Mulo was serious. He was serving the Great Missuh and this was a huge thing!
When the car was ready to go, Miss Faraja noticed another problem -- the engine was making strange noises, so she decided that the car had to be brought immediately to the auto service. Sir Jared had Sleaze join Mulo in the hard task of pulling the car with rope for several kilometers, until the nearest service station. To add to the weight, Sir Jared and Miss Faraja jumped in the car in the front seats and enjoyed the view of two slaves pulling.
"Can I ask you something, Miss Hayatudeen? Why did you venture so far into the province?" Sir Jared started the conversation.
"Umm... Call me Faraja! I was sent by my father to talk with plantation owners personally. A new conflict started at the desert border between the Black Empire and the Caliphate. The Emperor has asked for mass mobilization of male koru to the Sahara border. We are going to defeat the Caliphate with sheer numbers, as they don't have as many koru apes as we do."
"We have way more koru than the Caliphate can even imagine, that's for sure!" Sir Jared said.
"Well, here's the thing: many plantation owners are reluctant to send their koru into battle as it is almost always a death sentence for the slaves, so the owners lose profit. This is why the Emperor tries to win the owners over to his side, by offering them different lands and privileges if they contribute to the war..."
"I know it for a fact that Sir Reginald Nnamani is not interested in contributing to the war."
"Well, he may just as well change his mind at one point..."
Sir Jared looked into her dark beautiful eyes, their depths concealing so many stories. She was a graceful orchid flower in this dull rain-drenched interminable jungle of Brazil.
"You look too beautiful to discuss about such grim things like the war. Let's talk about other things! Tell me more about yourself!"