The Life of Koru

By Doren Grey

Published on Nov 6, 2024

Bisexual

The Life of Koru, Chapter 52

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Sir Grandio was the self-styled "Cocaine King" of Colombia. He lived a life of opulence and excess, while the "greenpalms" worked for him. "Greenpalms" is how he called the koru slaves on his plantations. Picking tons of coca leaves every day made their palms look green.

Coca leaves contain small amounts of the alkaloid cocaine. Prolonged handling results in minor absorption through the skin, which causes mild numbness in the palms and a tingling sensation in the fingers, but no psychoactive effects.

So in a way, the "Cocaine King" was generous. He left his slaves have some of his drug enter their bodies, through their palms, while picking coca leaves.

Sir Grandio didn't like to travel very much, first of all because he had an arrest warrant in many jurisdictions and secondly because only in Colombia he felt at home. He had many forms of entertainment there, for example the Meat Grinder, a machine that allowed him to see screaming greenpalms being processed into quality dog-food. The way these koru were slowly and laboriously transformed into mince meat, then pushed out through a perforated plate in the form of moist sausages really made Sir Grandio laugh.

He was very angry that day to hear that the Meat Grinder had been shattered to pieces by an unexpected visitor.

"Who dared to massacre my baby?" Sir Grandio yelled.

"A guy who goes by the name Checkered Man!" his acolytes responded.

"I want him thrown to the Piranha fish immediately! This will teach him!"

"Boss, unfortunately the Piranha fish have been released from the Aquarium into the river by the same Checkered character!"

"Impossible! Impossible!"

Sir Grandio ran to his balcony. His mansion, a sprawling estate perched on a lush hillside, overlooked the dense jungles that concealed his vast coca plantations. The mansion itself was a fortress, surrounded by high walls and guarded by an army of heavily armed Black men and koru. There was no way the Checkered Man could reach to him, Sir Grandio thought.

His slave guards were simply phenomenal -- really big and muscular koru apes, who loved their Master to the point of insanity and were ready to sacrifice themselves for him. They yielded spears, axes or machetes. Sir Grandio had them wear golden bling-bling just like every gangland ruffian under his protection (and also to show his opulence and generosity), but apart from that they were naked and their cocks were erect. They looked like tribal zealot monkeys defending the sanctuary of their Master.

It was so invigorating to know that he was protected from danger! Sir Grandio reclined comfortably in his ornate chair which looked like a throne fit for a drug king.

A slave called Ashtray came to serve him. He offered his body as a place for Sir Grandio to stub out his Cuban cigar. After that, Ashtray proceeded to suck Sir Grandio's cock.

"I have a plan to catch that checkered troublemaker!" Sir Grandio said, addressing his minions.


"Now look at this!" chieftain Jubah said. "The Wild Pup!"

His comrades Gubulah and Thawr laughed. These three mighty warriors were the leaders of Oasis Bigguh and they were glad to see Mulo brought to them as a prisoner by the android Evadne.

As soon as Mulo was dropped by Evadne on the ground, Jubah grabbed his yellow mane, while Gubulah and Thawr grabbed his arms and legs

"Leave me alone!" Mulo said struggling.

"Ye're a captive now, bitch, so ye better behave!"

"Nevaaaah!"

"Shut up, loser!"

"Nevaaaah!"

The three warriors started to kick Mulo in the ribs in order to make him more biddable. They used clubs to hit his back. Mulo was dragged by his hair and his beard through the dusty expanse of Oasis Bigguh.

It was an oasis Mulo wanted to see as a conqueror. Instead, he saw it as a prisoner of war.

The oasis was very large, with lush vegetation and a sizeable lake in the middle. Mulo could see Caliphate soldiers patrolling around it or relaxing under the shadow of the palm trees. He could also see some prisoners of war in cages or chained and crouched in the sand.

Mulo was dragged to a whipping post for interrogation. His hands were tied above his head and pulled up until his back was stretched to the limit.

"Tell us where ye hidden the boom-mines, boy!" Jubah said.

"Nuffin' from my lips!" Mulo snarled.

SNAP! The whip coiled around Mulo's torso leaving a red trail of suffering flesh.

"AAAH!" Mulo cried.

"Tell us, boy!"

"Nevaaaah!"

SNAP!

"AAAH!"

The same question and answer were repeated over and over again, always to the same effect, and soon Mulo's body was bloody and striped.

"More whippin' tomorrow!" Jubah said. "I'se don't wanna kill this infidel in the first day!"

They untied Mulo, but he was not going to remain idle. Jubah said:

"We'se give ye a chance to wave yer little infidel flag, dog! Right here, in Oasis Bigguh, ye'll wave yer little flag!"

Mulo was asked to stand in the "obeying monkey" position, on all fours with his ass upwards. A rough wooden pole was inserted in his ass, the pole bearing a ragged flag of the Black Empire.

"Wave yer flag, boy!" Jubah said. "Show us how proud ye are, infidel!"

Mulo used his ass to wave the flag back and forth. The poll was thick and heavy and reached deep into his ass, making it feel as if he were fucked by gravity. Mulo's ass was accustomed to enduring discomfort, but it still felt challenging to keep that pole up in his rectum and soon the slave was covered in sweat and moaning. Adding to the torment was the fact that Mulo had painful whip stripes and a wound in the butt.

The sight of Mulo waving the flag in this way caused raucous laughter among the Caliphate koru of the oasis. They took turns coming to him and kicking his butt as he waved the flag.

"Get that, infidel! Feel that, loser!"

"He wuz the chief of the infidels! Look at him now!"

"Is this how ye all wave the flag in the Black Empire?"

These soldiers spoke with a distinctive foreign accent. Amongst themselves they spoke Arabic, a language that Mulo didn't understand.

He was very lucky that these soldiers had their cocks locked inside small cages, otherwise they would have fucked him senseless. A prisoner of war however approached him at some point, removed the pole from his ass and inserted his rampantly erect penis. Mulo recognized him immediately.

"Gryf, the fuck ye're doing, bud?" he said.

"I'se wuz asked to fuck ye in the ass, boy!"

"Retreat yer cock right now! I'se yer fuckin' commanduh, soldier!"

"Pff! That wuz before we'se lost. Now ye're my bitch!"

So Mulo was fucked there by Gryf, while the Caliphate koru continued laughing.

Next: Chapter 53


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