The Life of Koru, Chapter 45
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There was no better way for some plantation slaves to start their day than to find out that Lil Massa had thrown their tools into the shitting pit, so they had to retrieve them. One by one, they waded into the shit, which swallowed their legs and rose steadily to their waists. Despite the discomfort and the stench, they pushed on, probing the muck with their hands to retrieve the buried tools. Some of them had to lower themselves deeper into the mire and emerged covered in shit from head to toe. Lil Massa and his friend Sir Ken watched from above and couldn't stop laughing
Sir Kenneth was a prankster just like Lil Massa, only he didn't own a plantation. His father was the CEO of a sprawling robotics corporation. Pranking robots was not as fun as pranking koru. Robots had very rational and predictable ways of reacting to a prank. The koru had hilarious reactions.
Give to the koru a balloon that explodes the second they touch it! See how they react! Some jump in fright, some trip on the ground, some shit themselves and some say "Fuckedy!". It's always a spontaneous reaction.
"I wish I had a plantation just like yours!" Sir Kenneth told Lil Massa.
"As long as you are my guest, Ken, my plantation is also very much yours!" Lil Massa said in a very hospitable manner.
They jumped in the chariot, a cozy velvet nest with plush cushions and a canopy that shielded them from all the sunlight. The pony slaves Bruno and Angus were clean and perfumed and had their new ornate golden collars encircling their necks. Master Eamon and Peon did a great job at creating a piece of art that suited Bruno and Angus. Their collars were an interesting contrast between the richness of their Massas and their lowly status as slaves.
"HUP! HUP!" Lil Massa ordered, slapping their shoulders with the reins.
Bruno and Angus immediately started to pull, in perfect unison with one another.
As they strained into their harnesses, Sir Kenneth could see the incredible stress that was placed on their naked bodies. Every muscle was stretched to the limit and stood out in sharp relief.
From behind, he could see their massive backs rippling with muscles and their buttocks flexing with the exertion of their running.
He could see their pink anuses winking to him in a depraved and naughty manner, as an open invitation of the slaves to be fucked later.
Sir Kenneth was already very excited, his Big Black Cock stiffened in his pants, thinking of the way he would use the slaves. He knew that the slaves were hard as well, their big cocks flinging wildly and slapping their bellies as they ran.
"Steady now, boys! Keep it together!" Lil Massa said.
And he lashed their backs with a little whip.
Lil Massa wanted to give Sir Kenneth a tour of the plantations.
"You will never see a place like I'm showing you here!"
They first passed through the fields of sugar cane, where rows upon rows of tall, swaying stalks glistened under the sun. The air was thick with the sweet scent of ripening cane. Koru slaves toiled diligently, their backs bent under the relentless heat. With machetes in hand, they sliced through the tough stalks, the rhythmic swish of blades mingling with their primitive songs, as the Black overseers gave them orders or whipped their backs.
"Sugar cane is our main product and I assure you it's unmatched quality! These koru apes do like to harvest it!"
"I see some of them are not so well-behaved!" Sir Kenneth noticed.
Indeed many of the koru had their backs and asses marked by previous whippings, and some were punished to wear chains, cuffs, heavy iron collars with different prongs and spikes and even cages on their heads. It was a harsh regime where slaves were constantly degraded for the slightest disobedience, by being made to live worse than animals.
The chariot moved on, approaching the cotton fields. Here, the scene was a sea of white blooms stretching as far as the eye could see. The koru worked tirelessly, their fingers deftly plucking the soft cotton bolls and stuffing them into large sacks slung over their shoulders. The sun beat down mercilessly, but the slaves persevered, their faces etched with determination and resilience.
"This place is a beacon of excellence in the textile industry!" Lil Massa said. "Finest fibers known to man!"
"You made me curious!" Sir Kenneth said. "I wonder if I can find T-shirts with cotton produced on your plantation!"
"Say no more! I will send you a dozen, my friend! Just a gift from my side, because we are friends!"
Another place they saw was the vineyard. Here workers were picking grapes wearing muzzles over their mouths, so that they couldn't eat from the harvest. It was very tantalizing -- picking bunches of grapes that looked so juicy and ripe and were as large as a wumma's breasts, yet they couldn't place a single grape in their mouths. Massa Reginald didn't want them to compromise the harvest.
And the same scene could be seen in the orchards. Here the air grew fragrant with the scent of ripe fruit. Banana trees and orange trees, heavy with their bounty, lined the path. The koru climbed ladders, carefully picking the ripe fruit and placing them gently into wicker baskets. They all wore muzzles on their mouths.
"Hah! Nobody gets to eat even the smallest banana!" Sir Kenneth laughed.
On the road, they saw some carts loaded with fruit that were pulled towards the packing sheds by burly yoked slaves. Unlike Bruno and Angus, these draft animals were dirty and ugly, covered in whip marks and they smelled. They were a funny spectacle. The carts were so heavily laden that the cart slaves had to bend forward over the pushing bars, pulling to the limits of their physical endurance. This made the oversized muscles of their backs and legs to bulge close to snapping, and their asses to be at the same level of their yoked necks, while they panted and grunted like animals.
Lil Massa jumped from the chariot and took the whip from an overseer.
"Pull, you fucking oxen! Don't you stand there to block the road!"
It was surprising how well he could handle such a large whip given his young age, snapping several backs with one hit, just like the whip design was intended. It was obvious Lil Massa had spent a lot of time controlling and pressing these draft teams into submission.
Further on the road they saw the vegetable fields where tomatoes, onions, eggplants and carrots were cultivated. These fields were quite dull at that time of the year, as they had to be ploughed over and made ready for the next crop. All over the fields, Sir Kenneth could see koru slaves yoked in pair to ploughs, as they were driven to work by Black overseers. They made a bovine display of physical strength and endurance. The koru were dedicated beasts-of-burden that made the ploughs move across the land.
The chariot left the main road to cross a bridge and go into the pastures. It gave an amazing view of Lil Massa's domain -- the Amazon River -- the backbone of the Nnamani Plantations. Boats and rafts moved steadily along its currents as the koru either pulled them from the shore with ropes or propelled them through vigorous rowing. The boats carried all sorts of goods, especially timber from the jungle. The river was interconnected with various rivulets and canals that carried life-giving water to the fertile lands.
On the shore of the Amazon, koru slaves worked up to the waist in water to pick reeds and to fish. Herding slaves brought buffalos and cattle to the water or watched them as they grazed.
Lil Massa and Sir Kenneth reached a place where they could hear the sound of blacksmiths striking the metal with hammers, making horseshoes, chains and various other objects. The narrow road going through the forest was a shortcut to Massa Reginald's palace itself.
"Whoa! Whoa!" Lil Massa told the pony slaves.
The chariot stopped in front of the goldsmith's tower.
Master Eamon and Peon descended immediately to meet Lil Massa. Master Eamon was standing and Peon was on his knees, as it was appropriate for a koru.
Lil Massa exploded:
"The collars you made are fucking awful! I don't like them at all!"