The Life of Koru, Chapter 38
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The Sahara region was a no man's land at the border between the Black Empire and the Caliphate. Both superpowers claimed it, but they never agreed on the border. For this reason, a sort of proxy war had started, a war which was exclusively fought by drones and slave soldiers. Neither the Black Empire, nor the Caliphate wanted the conflict to escalade further, so they preferred to let the koru kill each other, pumping thousands of them in the region as cannon fodder. It was a war of attrition, a guerilla war, a long war. The Black and Arab commanders made it infernal by using long-ranged rocket launchers and bombs to skew the war in their favor. It was basically koru apes versus koru apes, and bombs exploding under their asses when they least expected.
Under the scorching sun, Mulo and Sleaze trudged through the shifting desert, their feet sinking into the sand with every step. In one hand they held the machete and with the other hand they carried heavy sacks full of mine bombs over their backs and shoulders. These mines had to be planted in different parts of the desert.
Because they were rookies, Mulo and Sleaze were under the command of a more experienced soldier called Scoutie. Scoutie was barely older than the two koru, but he had been in the war for quite a while and he knew the region very well.
Around his waist, tied with rope, he carried a portable handheld transceiver, or a "talkie" as the slaves called it. It communicated directly with the commanders from Base 23, who gave them precise instructions. Although the device was as large as a brick and very resistant to damage, the slaves handled it with utmost care, because it was their only connection with the Black Lords and they also believed it to be magical. No other thing than magic could explain why it was able to harness faraway voices of the exalted Black Commanders.
As they reached their designated location, Mulo's stomach churned with nervous anticipation. Scoutie had warned them about enemy patrols in the area, and the thought sent a shiver down his spine.
Other reasons to be anxious were the strange objects that he had been carrying. Scoutie had told him:
"These thingies make big boom, so be careful don't step on them!"
Mulo had no idea how bad they could be.
Soon enough, he had the chance to find out. Scoutie ordered them to hide behind a dune and they watched as some Caliphate koru marched in from the opposite direction. One of them stepped on a bomb and it exploded, pulverizing him into pieces.
"Fucky fuck!" said Mulo, who didn't expect this turn of events.
"That's what they do! I'se told ye!"
"What we'se do now, bossuh?"
"We'se plant some more of these thingies on this road to the oasis!"
"Yessuh, bossuh!"
Using his bare hands, Mulo started to dig up the sand with renewed enthusiasm.
"Let's go! We gonna defeat the Caulifate today!" he said.
"Ye're gonna defeat jack shit today, dumber!" Sleaze tried to curb his enthusiasm.
"Hey, watch yer mouth, soldier Sleaze!" Mulo said.
"Soldier Sleaze? Hah! Good one! Soldier Mulo, how would ye like to suck my cock? Wait, wait! Stay there! Don't come and punch me!"
"Can ye just stop this fuckery and do the work?" Scoutie said.
"Yessuh, bossuh!" both slaves said.
Together, they set to work, digging trenches in the sand and carefully planting the mines. Mulo's hands trembled at first as he handled the explosives, his mind racing with thoughts of what could go wrong. After a few hours though, it all became a dull routine, just as ordinary as planting potatoes.
With each mine they armed, Mulo felt a sense of pride swell within him. Despite the danger, he was making a difference, contributing to the unit's efforts in securing the desert.
A vocal message was received from the talkie:
"How are you apes doing?" Captain Toure said.
"Suh, we'se almost finished, suh Captain suh!" Scoutie said.
"Good! In the evening, a drone will come flying by, to bring you more bombs!"
"Suh, yessuh, suh Captain suh!"
Drones were magical things in the sky, doing the bidding of Black commanders. There were friendly drones and enemy drones. You had to look at them carefully, because the evil ones could burn your ass.
The three slaves, Mulo, Sleaze and Scoutie, watched the sky in the evening and when they saw a drone approaching, they started waving their arms and yelling:
"HERE, SUH CAPTAIN! HERE!"
Captain Toure, who was coordinating the drone, told them through the talkie:
"Okay, I think I am right above you, apes, but I can't see you! You know what you have to do! Go into obeying monkey position and wiggle your asses to the sky, so that the drone can spot you!"
Mulo, Sleaze and Scoutie dropped immediately on all fours with their asses up and wiggling. It was easier for Captain Toure to see them from above if they did that, especially because Mulo and Sleaze had that distinctive Hukunta brand on the ass. By just pressing some buttons, Captain Toure released to the ground two large sacks containing mine bombs, then a small package containing hard biscuits and bottles of water for the slaves.
The biscuits were made of dried-up High-Protein Gruel, hard to chew and flavorless, yet the slaves devoured them quickly, driven by their hunger. The water was, just as well, gulped within seconds, although Scoutie decided to keep some of it for tomorrow.
As for the mine bombs, Scoutie said:
"These be also for tomorrow! Now we'se rest!"
The desert night descended quickly, bringing a merciful drop in temperature. Mulo and Sleaze, exhausted from the day's grueling march and the relentless sun, gratefully sank into the sand at the base of a dune. Throughout the night, they heard loud noises in the sky.
"These be planes!" Scout said. "Ye take cover when they pass cause they drop some big-boom thingies!"
Again, planes dropping bombs was not something Mulo was familiar with. He almost shat himself in fear when he heard an explosion in the distance.
"How long have ye been in this war, bossuh?" Mulo asked Scoutie.
"Enough, that I'se don't remember how my life wuz before it. War changes ye, rookie! War changes ye! Know that!"
What else was there to say? Mulo stood there silent, thinking about Scoutie's answer. At the same time, he kept thinking about those koru soldiers from the Caliphate that he saw in the distance that day.
"I'se saw them Caulifate dogs don't have no cocks!"
"They do have cocks, rookie! Their cocks are only locked in small cages, so that they live a life of no fuckery. Them Arab Lords want them like that."
"So how they mate?" Mulo asked.
"The cage is only removed for mating, if the slave proves himself to be a good boy!"
"That's fuckin' awful! I'se wouldn't want that cage on my cock!"
"Ye don't say? Me neither! Speaking of which, my cock is hard and ye need to please it, rookie boy!"
Mulo obeyed. He went on his knees to suck the cock of his commander Scoutie. This was what being in the army meant.
He was surprised however when Sleaze dared to touch him from behind, quite obviously wanting to fuck his asshole.
"Sleaze, dafuq... ?" Mulo tried to say.
"No, no! Let him!" Scoutie said. "I'se wanna see ye fucked in the ass, while ye suck my cock!"