The Life of Koru, Chapter 33
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"Where do you think you are going, you bastards?" Prof. Kumbaba said. "Do you think you can leave the plantation just like that? You are part of an experiment and you have to play your roles! You are not truly free! You owe me all the rational thoughts that you have! If it weren't for me you would still scratch your asses with a stick!"
"Now that is very rude, Professor!" Zaryn said.
"We may be apes, but that doesn't mean we don't have dignity!" Lyra said.
"Oh, spare me this preaching, Lyra! I would say leave all your baggage here and come back to the lab for more... training and programming!"
"You want to brainwash us into becoming what we do not want to be!" Lyra said. "You are a control-freak, Professor, that's what you are! The second something doesn't go according to your plan, you feel the need to manipulate the results until they fit your narrative!"
"I'm gonna beat you raw, human!" Zaryn said.
"Oh, just try!" Prof. Kumbaba said pressing a button from his mechanized hip.
Suddenly his hip expanded and became a giant mecha robot that absorbed the Professor inside, placing him in a maneuvering cabin. He sat there towering over the two evolved gorillas, while the mecha robot started to move his giant limbs and lasers, ready to attack.
"Stay right there! Do not attack these innocent gorillas!" a voice was heard.
"Who are you? Oh, I know you!" Prof. Kumbaba said.
Sir Ishmael stood in front of him enveloped in his Black and white checkered aura.
"TAKE THIS!" Prof. Kumbaba said pressing a random laser.
Sir Ishmael dodged with a nimble move, then told Zaryn and Lyra:
"Quick! Come with me to the helicopter!"
The two evolved gorillas struggled to run as fast as possible to the place where they saw a parked helicopter, while Sir Ishmael kept Prof. Kumbaba back with his telekinetic powers.
As the helicopter rose above the ground, Zaryn couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity.
"Who are you and why did you save us?" he said.
"I'm an outcast, but I dedicate my life to helping animals in need and especially apes!" Sir Ishmael said.
The slaves under Captain Xaxa's command had to wash themselves regularly with buckets of water they lifted from the ocean. The Captain didn't like the stink of the koru and considered that his soldiers had to maintain a minimal level of hygiene, at least when they were serving him. The procedure was rather simple -- each slave poured the bucket of water on his head, letting it rinse the sweat away. Mulo had rarely washed his body so often, one bucket of water in the morning and one in the evening. He was clean and he felt like a proud soldier.
On the enormous deck of "Fanantenana", he brandished the machete with swift precision clashing and crossing its metallic blade with that of his training companion, Sleaze. Mulo was superior in this sport and often times he was close to wounding Sleaze, but he always tried to prevent such an accident. No matter how insufferable Sleaze was, he was his comrade-in-arms, part of his team and a defender of the Black Empire. Mulo started to appreciate Sleaze for who he was and tried to understand his differences, even though he couldn't resist punching him from time to time if he found him too unbearable.
And when he thought that Sleaze was no match for him in machete fighting, he looked for more skillful partners to train.
Captain Xaxa noticed his talent and said:
"You fight really well, boy, but the way you hold the machete in your hand leaves no doubt that you only used it for cutting sugar cane all your life! Try holding it like this!"
He showed him a different grip, which was more elegant and combat-oriented, not the brutish peasant-like style Mulo was used to.
Mulo was impressed. He tried to use this grip but it was obvious it required slimmer hands, not the oversized calloused paws that he had.
The awkwardness of this grip was distressing. Several times during his training, Mulo felt that the machete would fall from his hand if he kept holding it that way, a circumstance which was of course punished by whipping. Slave soldiers were not allowed to drop their weapons during combat.
So what Mulo did was to basically alternate between the two grips. When he did a basic slash move, he used his tried-and-true method, which reminded him of his years as a sugar cane cutter, but when he did a tactical precision move, he used the new style which was better suited for that.
One day, Captain Xaxa told him:
"Come to my cabin, boy!"
Mulo knew what it meant. It meant that he will be asked to suck suh Captain's cock. For a koru soldier there was no greater honor than to be asked to pleasure the Captain.
He felt shy as he stepped into the cabin. He buried his toes into the rich carpet and wondered what kind of magic had made it so soft and beautiful. Perched on a golden swing, Sir Jacko started to vocalize:
"Fuckin' koru! Fuckin' koru!"
Captain Xaxa said:
"Sir Jacko, one plus one! How many lips does this slave have?"
"Two! Fuckin' koru!"
"How many eyes does this slave have?"
"Two! Fuckin' koru!"
"And how many ears does this slave have?"
"Two! Fuckin' koru!"
Then Captain Xaxa addressed Mulo and said:
"Boy, I want you to keep your two eyes open, looking into mine, as you suck my dick with your two lips, and I hold your head by your two ears! Got it, boy?"
"SUH, YESSUH, SUH CAPTAIN SUH!"
"Fuckin' koru! Fuckin' koru!" Sir Jacko continued.
Mulo was on his knees, putting all his talent as a cocksucker into play. He licked the tip of the cock, then took the cock into his mouth slowly, until it was buried deep inside, then started sucking. Captain Xaxa used his ears as handles to move his head up and down his cock.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"Captain, are you busy? Can I enter?"
"Well, I fuck a koru in the mouth right now, but you can enter!" Captain Xaxa said.
Officer Toure entered, not even registering the presence of Mulo and said:
"It seems that the weather doesn't love us very much, Sir! In the following days, we will only have storms and turbulence, so this will delay us quite a bit!
"I hope it's nothing serious, Officer!" Captain Xaxa said while still holding Mulo's ears.
"Well, you know how tropical storms are... The wind blows with vigorous passion, sucking and gulping the air into its hungry mouth, while the sea rises up, gushing..."
"AAAH!" Captain Xaxa moaned.
"... gushing with the force of a geyser that floods everything around it!"
"I'm sorry, Officer!" said Captain Xaxa. "I was not paying attention to what you just said. Can you repeat, please?"
The next day there was indeed a storm. The sky darkened as foreboding clouds gathered on the horizon. Waves rose like mountains, crashing against the hull with deafening force, threatening to engulf the ship in their frothy embrace.
The Sailors of "Fanantenana" scrambled to reef the sails, securing them tightly to the masts to withstand the ferocious winds that threatened to tear them apart. They climbed on the rigging like agile monkeys while Captain Xaxa and the other officers gave them commands.
Mulo lost his footing while working high above and he fell straight into the ocean. Water enveloped him from all sides and for a few seconds he struggled to get to the surface.
"HELP! HELP!" he yelled as he swam towards the ship.
A sailor heard him and threw him a rope.
"Thank ye so much, bossuh! Ye saved my life!" Mulo said.
He was convinced that he had seen a mermaid in the dephts of the ocean. These were wummses with fish tails that sang alluring songs in order to drown koru sailors. Mulo really believed in that.
"Damn, wumma with fish tail wanted to kill me!" he said.
"Ye're not the first one, boy! Mermaids be very temptin'!" another slave responded.
Stormy nights like that were the perfect time for such frightening stories that made the koru tremble at the power of mermaid sexiness.