The Life of Koru, Chapter 34
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Fearing the mermaids was foolish when the ocean had many other predators that were actually real, such as the sharks, the eels, the venomous jellyfish and the barracudas, but it seemed that the koru liked to sexualize even danger. They imagined mermaids as marvelous creatures with big breasts and thick asses and also a cunt in the same place where you would expect it, except now it was covered by soft fishy flaps.
Every night, Mulo listened to the stories of an old sailor called Salt-Eye who claimed to have spoken with these creatures and even befriended them.
"Now, listen here, boy!" Salt-Eye said. "When I'se was young like ye, I'se spent no less than seven days at the bottom of the ocean because them mermaids kept me there. Ye wanna know how big their tits were, boy? They were THIS big!"
Mulo understood the size from Salt-Eye's pantomiming gestures. His cock was hard as he listened to the story.
"All mermaids loved me," Salt-Eye continued, "but my favorite was a young maiden named Nerissa. She had the softest skin and a body that could make a sailor drown himself just for the pleasure of touching it!"
"And what did you do with her, bossuh?" Mulo asked, while his cock was throbbing.
"I gave her the best fuckin' she ever had in her life!" Salt-Eye replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Ye must know, boy, that them mermaids only spare yer life if ye give them a good fuckin'!"
Mulo's head was spinning with all these arousing images. It was unbearable. He really wanted to fuck a mermaid! He bent over the edge of the ship, looked into the dark waves of the ocean and started whispering:
"Missuhs, missuhs, ye there, missuhs?"
"What are you doing, boy? Talking to mermaids?" he heard the voice of Captain Xaxa who was smoking a cigar outside his cabin.
"Umm... SUH, YESSUH, SUH CAPTAIN SUH!"
"Good thing I came prepared for this!" Captain Xaxa said.
He went inside the cabin and brought a worn-out inflatable mermaid sex doll that only had to be filled with air. It was Mulo's task to fill it, blowing air inside with his powerful lungs, until the shape of the doll became curvy and tempting. Only then did Mulo understand the purpose of the device.
It was exactly what he needed to ease his sexual tension. He placed his hard cock in the plastic cunt and started to fuck it while his hands roamed over the breasts of the doll. Mulo even kissed the open mouth of the doll, trying to make the experience as real as possible.
Captain Xaxa looked at Mulo with a mixture of amusement and superior indifference.
Mulo was just a slave enacting his sexual fantasy and he had no inhibition of doing it in public. The comicality of a slave engaged in a sexual act with a trashy object that was inert and unreciprocating was only matched by the ugliness of the shabby doll and the enthusiasm of Mulo.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" he moaned as he approached the climax.
He was on his knees, his back bent over the doll, his hips thrusting back and forth, his buttocks clenching and unclenching.
In the end, Mulo released a final "Ooooh!" and started to pump his seed inside the small plastic pocket.
"I want the doll clean by tomorrow morning, when you bring it back to my cabin!" Captain Xaxa said.
"SUH, YESSUH, SUH CAPTAIN SUH!"
So it was all quickly done. Mulo had finished his fun time with the mermaid doll and was now ready to wash it. As he raised a bucket of water from the ocean, the only thing he thought about was the consequence of his actions and how the mermaids would scold him for what he just did.
And to confirm his fear, the old sailor Salt-Eye stepped towards him and told him in an ominous voice:
"Boy, I'se saw ye fuck that fakey mermaid! Ye shouldn't have done it, boy! Ye angered them mermaids greatly and they gonna claim yer life for that! Ye're a naughty boy, ye hear me? Ye shouldn't have done it! Ye shouldn't have spent your seed on a pointless fuck!"
The following days continued with storm and heavy rain. Mulo couldn't sleep because he was afraid that the mermaids will capsize the ship in revenge for him fucking a piece of plastic. Salt-Eye stressed this well enough:
"We gonna sink, boy, and it'll only be yer fault!"
Mulo didn't want to die.
"Is there nuffin' we can do, bossuh?" Mulo said.
Salt-Eye thought a little, then said:
"I'se'll talk to Nerissa! Maybe she can help!"
And so he did. With a voice weathered by countless chants and incantations, Salt-Eye raised his arms to the clouds, calling upon the spirit of the mermaid:
"Oh, great Nerissa, talk to me, girl! We'se need yer help in this time of need!"
A fleeting peek at the stars, brought forth by the parting of two clouds, served as a profound reaffirmation of their faith. Salt-Eye wove the starlight into his hands and for a moment Mulo though he saw the effigy of a mermaid.
"Forgive me, Missuh!" he said, bowing down on his knees, with his nose pressed to the deck.
That night he slept like a baby, knowing that the ship was protected by the great spirit of Nerissa.
"Tucky is like a brother to me!" Miss Faraja said. "We grew up together. He is only a year younger than I am and we used to play a lot. And when we were old enough, guess what we started doing!"
"You let a koru slave fuck you??" Sir Jared said.
"Yeah, what's the problem? He hasn't touched me since I started my relationship with you, but I don't see a problem in having him do it, given the fact that you fuck every slave you can get to!"
"Yeah, but..."
Sir Jared didn't know how to phrase it. He imagined all his friends laughing at him because he fucked a woman who was also fucked by a koru!
"Listen, Jared, you don't need to be jealous! Tucky is just a slave and he can never replace the love I have for you!"
"Does he fuck well?"
"He does, if this is what you want to know!"
This made Sir Jared hate Tucky even more. He had to get rid of this slave somehow. He was so annoying with his happy-go-lucky polite attitude:
"Good morning, suh Jared! What would ye like for breakfast, suh Jared? Do you have some laundry for me to wash, suh Jared? Can I clean your room, suh Jared?"
At one point, Jared lost his patience and he pushed Tucky to the wall, when Faraja was not there.
"Listen here, you prick! If you don't want to lose your socks and your tiny pair of trousers, you'd better refuse the Mistress whenever she asks for your cock! Just keep it in your little pants, shithead! That's where it should always be!"
"Yessuh Jared, suh!"
A few days after this discussion, Faraja stormed into Sir Jared's room:
"Did you order my slave to do something against my will?"
"I don't know what you are talking about!" Sir Jared said.
"I just wanted Tucky to fuck me and Tucky told me that you instructed him to keep his cock in his pants!"
"I think the slave is lying. As easy as that!"
"Lying? Why would he lie?"
"Maybe because he is jealous that you are now interested in me, not him!"
Miss Faraja was baffled hearing this and called the slave immediately:
"Tucky, come here! Is it true that you lied to me about Sir Jared?"
"Great Missuh, I'se..."
"It's his word against mine!" Jared said. "And you know a koru's word doesn't value much!"
Faraja gasped.
"I am shocked by your behavior, Tucky! You should be ashamed of yourself!" she said.
"Great Missuh, I'se sorry, Great Missuh!"
She thought about it more and said:
"You know what, Tucky? I think you no longer deserve to work inside the palace, no! You will work in the gardens, boy, buck-ass naked like a real koru! This is what you get for your behavior!"
Sir Jared smiled. He just took down a pawn in his intricate game of chess.