The Life of Koru, Chapter 24
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"Why is ye the way ye is?" Mulo asked Sleaze while pulling Miss Faraja's car.
"Watcha mean?" Sleaze said.
"Ye're bitter..."
"Is I? At least I'se don't bite yer cock off, when ye put it in my mouth!"
"Shut up, bottom dog! Ye're my bottom dog now!"
"Fuck yer mom, `bossuh'!"
Sleaze had a way of saying "bossuh" that sounded rampantly sarcastic, but he had to say it. Uttering the word "scaper" again meant he wound get a few punches in the abs from a furious Mulo.
They arrived at a service station where Black technicians as well as koru workers repaired the cars. The Black technicians contributed with their theoretical knowledge, while the koru did the manual work, covered from head to toe in grease, oil, dirt, and other substances, as if this were their work uniform. The atmosphere of the station was very hectic, as the workers were pressed by the time to finish the repairing before the Black Lords claimed back their cars, so the way these slaves moved resembled slapstick comedy. They ran back and forth with different objects, lifted heavy parts, operated pneumatic wrenches, rolled under cars to repair them from below, all of this as if they were in a video where the playback speed was set to 1.5.
That night, Sir Jared and Miss Faraja decided sleep at a nearby hotel, but here comes the genius of Sir Jared. Instead of renting two separate rooms like Miss Faraja initially intended, they finally decided to stay in a single room with shared bed.
Miss Faraja was very intrigued by Sir Jared. He was too handsome and sophisticated to remain a mere chain gang supervisor. His charm, his intelligence and his refined demeanor recommended him for something more and Miss Faraja was curious to see how Sir Jared's ascension would look like and when it would stop. But most of all, Miss Faraja felt sexually attracted to Sir Jared. It was a magnetism she couldn't ignore, a desire of her body to have his cock inside of her.
The room service brought them champagne, a box of chocolates and scented candles in the room. They made love in the most romantic way possible, then went to the balcony and saw the province of Brazil in all its splendor with wild plains and trees. She cuddled in his arms because she felt a little cold.
During this time, Mulo and Sleaze slept on the pavement in front of the service station, with their feet chained to a fence. Sleeping so many nights in "the Stinker" had made Mulo miss being able to stretch on the ground for a good sleep, so he now stretched on the pavement like a satisfied dog, while also slapping his belly to make him forget about the hunger. Both Mulo and Sleaze were very hungry because they didn't have any chance to get gruel for the evening, as they had to pull Miss Faraja's car.
"Ye see anything to eat, `bossuh'?" Sleaze asked.
"Nay..." Mulo said.
When the koru were hungry, they ate anything they could lay their hands on: earthworms, roots, tree bark, even leaves, but now there was only pavement.
The next day, Mulo and Sleaze had to run behind the repaired car, while Miss Faraja drove at a relatively low speed to help them keep up.
Miss Faraja didn't want to leave Sir Jared right away, so she joined the gang as they travelled towards Rio. Chief Tariq greeted her warmly and even threw a party dedicated to her. This meant more champagne, more chocolates, and an evening of Miss Faraja and Sir Jared dancing together and holding hands.
And Miss Faraja liked not only Sir Jared, but also his slave Mulo:
"You're a very nice boy, aren't you, Mulo?" she addressed him one day.
"Yessuh, Great Missuh!" Mulo said.
"And you have a nice pecker!"
She said this, while grabbing his cock to check it. Mulo's cock was red with shame.
"Have you ever been a stud, Mulo?"
"Only once, Great Missuh!"
"And how was it like?"
"Very good, Great Missuh!
Miss Faraja started rubbing his cock while she spoke. It was too much for Mulo and he ejaculated in a split of a second, staining her leather gloves with his seed.
"Ew! Gross! You don't even know how to keep you cum inside, don't you? You're such a piggy!"
"So-so-sorry, Great Missuh! I'se didn't want to, Great Missuh!"
"It's not your fault. You're just a piggy-piggy boy!"
"Yessuh, Great Missuh!"
Sir Jared felt very uncomfortable with Miss Faraja showing so much interest in Mulo. He wanted her only for himself so he started spreading some bad publicity about the slave:
"He's a very dumb slave and a total bottom -- basically the bottom of the pile!"
"He fucked my mouth though, suh!" Sleaze intervened.
"Did I ask you anything, dumb slave?"
"Nosuh!"
"Then why do you speak?"
Miss Faraja wanted to ease the tension.
"Oh, come on! I don't care how dumb your slave is! I like him because he has that sweet look on his face. Look at his eyes! He looks so naive! He reminds me of that cartoon character called Gugu."
Sir Jared sighed. He hated that goofball koru character Gugu from TV and seeing his resemblance to Mulo, he now understood why he didn't like Mulo as well.
But to satisfy Miss Faraja, he had Mulo impersonate Gugu in the following way: Mulo was asked to jump from place to place while beating his chest with his fists and shouting:
"I'se Gugu! I'se fight for the jungle!"
"Ahaha! Oh! He's adorable!" Miss Faraja laughed.
Spending time with Miss Faraja was a daily feast. Sir Jared even showed her how to hold a whip and hit a koru's back with it. Miss Faraja learned quickly, but her blows were not as powerful as those of Chief Tariq and Sir Jared, who were after all experienced overseers.
One morning, as Jared was lying next to Miss Faraja in bed, he heard Chief Tariq knocking at the door and saying:
"Jared, the Stinker is gone!"
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Sir Jared said.
They ran outside the house only to find the parking place empty. Traces of wheels belonging to the old truck indicated that someone had started driving it. On the ground there was a playing card. It contained nothing else but the symbol of...
"The Hukunta!" murmured Sir Jared, with visible concern.
Sir Ishmael was devastated after his mother saw him and didn't even recognize him. This further alienated him from his past and he realized that he had no more friends, no more family members and was alone in the world.
Months of hard work in the warehouse and regular exercise at the gym had made him very fit and athletic and he really enjoyed the transformation in his body, but at what cost? With no intellectual stimulation, no books to read, no access to the news, he felt reduced to his body, an animal indeed.
"Fuck! I think I start feeling like a real koru!" he thought, while flexing his muscles in the mirror and mindlessly doing the physical exercises he was asked to do.
His routine changed with each passing month. From an hour and a half every two days, he was asked to exercise two hours every two days, then three hours and a half. Sir Gada even took him to a different gym room that looked more advanced and more reminiscent of a real koru experience. Here there were artificial trees and cliffs simulating a jungle environment, large boulders and tree trunks to lift, a cart filled with stones to pull and other such thematic `devices'. Sir Ishmael, also called Whitey, had to climb the trees and the cliffs, he had to lift what he was asked to lift and pull what he was asked to pull, until his muscles were screaming for relief.
This is where Sir Gada intervened with a whip that was painful enough to make Sir Ishmael continue, but not so heavy as to make his back bleed.
"Put your back into it, slave!" Sir Gada yelled.
"Please, Sir! Mercy, Sir!" Sir Ishmael wanted to scream but couldn't.
He was afraid of more whipping. Sir Gada's punishments made him very cautious and silent.
Every morning and evening, Sir Ishmael received his ratio of High-Protein Gruel which was good for building up muscle. It was a sticky grey tasteless mush that Sir Ishmael could swallow only because he was very hungry when he received it. It made him gag. He was sure the gruel was on the brink of becoming stale.
Next to him, Sir Gada ate his generous portions of quality food that looked so tantalizing from Sir Ishmael's angle.
"Whitey, I showed Prof. Kumbaba the latest photos of you and he was really impressed!" Sir Gada said. "He said you are going to be sent to a plantation very soon!"
"Fuck!" Sir Ishmael wanted to say but couldn't.
"Yes, Sir!" he said instead.