The Life of Koru, Chapter 4
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The season for cutting sugar cane was in full swing. The koru slaves were working extra time to meet their quotas. The whips of the overseers tore down the backs of the laziest brutes on the plantation. With raspy voices, the slaves sung:
Sugah cane, oh so grand,
In the sun, we till the land,
Cut it down, hear it fall,
Sugah cane, big and tall!
Sugah cane, oh so sweet,
Crackin' whip, movin' feet,
Workin' hard, all day long,
Sugah cane, our life song!
Among the large mass of laborers, Mulo and Peon were sticking together, stealing glances and exchanging small smiles whenever they could. They both knew that their attraction to each other was growing stronger with every passing day, but they also knew that they had to be careful. In the Black Empire, romantic relationships between koru slaves were not really permitted; they were tolerated at best but could always be invoked as a reason for the slaves to be punished.
The state wanted the slaves to mistrust each other and live in perpetual fear of building any attachment to another slave, therefore the koru were encouraged to fight for food, snitch, abuse each other, establish hierarchies based on who is top and who is bottom and basically solve every conflict between them with the fist.
The koru society was functioning like a prisonlike society where friendship was unheard of and the instinct of survival made everyone act in their own interest. In fact, reputed zoologists have noted striking similarities between the behavior of male gorillas and koru -- it seemed that both apes climbed the animal hierarchy through fists and angry grunts.
"How do ye know to fight so well?" asked Mulo. "I'se mean... when ye defeated Muaka."
"Is easy," Peon replied. "Ye can do it as well!"
"Ye have to teach me, Peon!"
"I'se will, I'se will!"
That night, in the darkness of the mud hut, Peon showed Mulo some of his wrestling tricks.
"Ye have large muscles and fists, Mulo. Ye should learn to fight proper."
"Aye," Mulo nodded as he gripped his biceps.
Peon pushed Mulo onto the dirt and straddled him, pinning his arms above his head. "Come on, bud, now show me some moves!" he said with a grin.
Mulo tried to resist, yet he couldn't help but moan as Peon's strong thighs pressed against his chest.
They wrestled back and forth, grabbing each other's nape and rolling around until they were both covered in dirt and sweat.
Finally, they collapsed onto the ground, panting and dirty.
"Thought I'se had you there!" Peon smiled before kissing Mulo.
Mulo couldn't resist any longer seeing Peon in his naked glory. He reached up to grab Peon's muscular arms and they began to make love on the dirt floor.
The sounds of their moans filled the small hut as their bodies tangled together in a delightful knot.
"Oh fuck!" Mulo groaned as Peon's rough hands roamed over his body.
They kissed and kissed until their tongues tangled together and their bodies were pressed up against each other's. There was no room for conversation or hesitation; they both knew what they wanted, what they were after.
Peon grabbed hold of Mulo's nape roughly and pulled him down onto the ground, pinning him underneath him once again. It was rough and animalistic - two people caught up in the heat of the moment, unable to control themselves or each other.
With a confident gesture, Peon stuck his large cock inside Mulo's mouth, then pulled away with a smirk. "You like that, don't you?" he asked before kissing Mulo.
Mulo moaned in response as Peon began to rub his cock against Mulo's cheek while kissing him again. Mulo could feel himself getting wetter by the second - the sensation of Peon's hard cock in his mouth mixed with the roughness of their kiss was driving him wild.
Peon pulled away and looked down at Mulo with a sultry gaze. "Ye gonna let me fuck ye or what what?" he said in a low voice.
Mulo hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. He climbed on top of Peon and straddled him, grinding down onto his hard cock. As they began to move together, Peon grabbed onto Mulo's hips and pulled him closer until they were practically fusing together - two bodies joined inseparably by their passion and lust.
The sound of their skin slapping against skin filled the air as they moved together in perfect unison - each thrust bringing them closer to climax until finally, Peon grunted
"Ayyy, I'se gonna cum!"
In that exact moment Mulo cummed as well without even touching his cock, his thick white seed splashing Peon right in the face. Peon was laughing. His own cock was pumping copious amounts of sperm inside Mulo's ass.
The sugar cane season was hectic not only for the slaves. Sir Reginald Nnamani's accountants also had to work a lot to determine how much sugar cane was picked, how much of it will be transported and sold on the market and how much money was earned through these transactions. Sir Reginald himself was concerned that the slaves will not be able to pick all the sugar cane in time to meet the deadline in his contracts. He summoned Sir Mazi Kwame, the Chief Overseer, to discuss this problem.
"These animals on the fields are too slow. They need to work faster!" Sir Reginald said.
"They are working at full capacity, Sir," Sir Mazi responded. "I wave increased their working day to 18 hours. I don't think I can extract more energy from these beasts."
At this point, Sir Reginald was furious. "It's not enough, I said!"
Then he thought a little and said:
"They can work at night as well, when there is full moon. It's enough light, they can see what they cut."
"Yes indeed, Sir, but when do they sleep?"
"They have plenty of time to sleep when it's not full moon. Full moon should be for working!"
And so the koru were made to work at night too, while the full moon was in the sky and could guide their relentless work. At the end of the week they were so tired they moved like brainless sleep deprived monkeys, craving for only a minute of respite, but they still kept working.
The rumor that the koru were basically exploited 24 hours on some days had reached the ears of an organization called Koru Animal Rights (KAR). KAR was despised by many Free People for being a nuisance to honest-functioning companies that only wanted to make some profit. The owners of plantations had a particular disdain for KAR and often times the recommendations of KAR were not taken into consideration.
A representative of KAR, Sir Ishmael Ajani, wanted to make a visit to Nnamani Plantations to see how the koru are treated. He was a smart and educated Black man, but too young and idealistic to understand how economy works.
Sir Reginald knew how these KAR employees were, so he carefully cherry-picked some nice-looking koru for the occasion to greet Ishmael and give him assurance that everything was fine. They were instructed to look cheerful, one of them was playing a flute while another one danced and made acrobatic moves on the ground.
Each koru had to go to Sir Ishmael and say, in the most respectful tone:
"Welcome to Nnamani Plantations, suh! We live good life here, suh! Life is paradise here, suh! We koru we be good treated here, suh!"
And each one had to take a bow and kiss the tip of his shoes.
Sir Ishmael was pleasantly surprised by the greeting he got from these savages. The koru looked well-fed and happy with their lives on the plantation. He decided to send the following report to the KAR center:
"Nnamani Plantations -- Koru
Standard of living: excellent
Life expectancy: high
Happiness: very high
Level of overwork: little to non-existent"
It is after he sent his report and he started to pack his bags, when Sir Ishmael heard a knock at the door. An extremely charming man who presented himself by the name of Jared Dakari told him with a bright smile:
"Leaving so early? Aren't you staying in for the night?"