The Life of Koru, Chapter 62
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Mulo was one of the last to surrender, but he did surrender and it was awful. The last one was Gryf. Both expected a harsh punishment, for leading the slave riot.
Chief Khalid asked all the disobedient slaves to stand in a line for inspection, just to berate them and communicate his scorn, then he said:
"There are too many of you working above the ground in this quarry, pigs! Some of you need to be sent to the mine. Take a good look at the sun, infidels, cause this is the last time you will see it!"
The gold and uranium mines in the Ahaggar Mountains were the worst thing a slave could imagine -- hellish hot, many kilometers under the ground, a place where only the worst koru were sent to work, in order to die a long painful death. The Arab taskmasters didn't even descend in this oven. They simply stopped sending water and food if the slaves inside weren't filling their quotas. Some smallcock koru acted as overseers with whips and sticks to punish those who didn't work enough. They were also those who felt entitled to steal from the food of the other workers.
The mines comprised of various interconnected caves, shafts and tunnels, so narrow that oftentimes the slaves had to crawl on their hands and knees.
And just like Chief Khalid said, the sunlight was never seen there. The slaves worked at the light of the torches or in darkness, moving around like blind fools. A worse punishment than this couldn't have been imagined for these sun-worshipping koru! It was as if their god had forsaken them!
But before sending them to this enormous tomb, Chief Khalid wanted to whip Gryf and Mulo.
Chief Khalid had them tied together, chest-to-chest, then back-to-back, with their arms up, so that their flesh touched in the most intimate manner. Mulo's body had never been so close to Gryf's body, and they were both aroused by the earthiness of this connection.
Whenever Gryf was targeted by the whip, he would try to move away and let Mulo take it.
Mulo cried:
"AAAAAAH! Fuck ye, Gryf! That wuz for yer ass!"
And when Mulo was targeted, he did the same, jumping around until Gryf took it.
"GRRRR!" Gryf said. "Don't play with me, pup!"
"Ye did the same!" Mulo answered.
It was a very comical spectacle for Chief Khalid to see them shift around and scream, trying to take as little pain as possible. He intensified his blows until the two koru were close to tearing down the rope just to get away from the infernal beating.
But they couldn't tear it down. Their only option was to throw each other under the whip, as a form of parrying.
Mulo was quite sensitive to all this touching, the rubbing and the wrestling, sweaty skin on top of sweaty skin. He sported a big erection and Chief Khalid noticed it.
At the peak moment of the whipping, Mulo's cock erupted with thick semen, splashing his own belly but also Gryf.
"You liked this whipping, didn't you, pig?" Chief Khalid asked Mulo.
"Yessuh, sayyidi suh!" Mulo said.
"What a way to start your job as a mine mule!"
In the city of Caracas, Dwarfissimo, Master Eamon and Miss Amara were ready to board a ship to New Orleans. There was a problem though. Dwarfissimo's luggage weighed too much with all the caged elephants that he had. The weight limit was 5 tons for each passenger and Dwarfissimo's luggage measured 5 tons and 89 kilograms.
Dwarfissimo addressed his clown, saying this:
"Figo, we have to throw you out! We need to get rid of 89 kilograms and you weigh exactly that!"
"Nosuh! Please! I'se'll swim behind the ship!" the clown said.
"That's not an option, boy! What if a giant kraken enters your ass and then gets out when we reach the shore and kills us all? Have you thought about that?"
"Nosuh..."
"Then present your ass and get ready to be kicked!"
Figo presented his ass and then Dwarfissimo kicked his ass out of the ship, so hard that Figo landed on the shore where he started crying:
"Nooo! I'se nobody's clown now! How can I'se do muh pranks?"
Lil Massa was together with the policemen, searching for Master Eamon, when he heard the clown cry.
"Did you say pranks, boy?" Lil Massa said. "Do you like pranks?"
"Yessuh!" Figo said. "I'se very much like pranks!"
"Call this a coincidence, boy! I'm the most skilled prankster you will ever see!"
"Suh, I'se think ye dropped yer nose!" Figo said.
"Wait, what?" Lil Massa said, looking down.
Figo flicked his nose with the finger and said: "Tee-hee! Tee-hee-hee!"
"You son-of-a-bitch!" Lil Massa yelled. "Come here right now! How do you dare prank ME?"
Figo ran away, jumping in a funny way through the crowd to avoid Lil Massa's wrath.
"Catch him!" Lil Massa told the policemen. "He is my slave now and will do all his pranks for me!"
It was ridiculous for some seasoned policemen to chase a clown, but they did that and finally caught the troublemaker.
"Nooo! Leave me alone!" the clown said. "It wasn't me who farted in the elevator!"
"You look suspicious, boy! Aren't you the clown of the Amazing Dwarfissimo?" the police officer asked.
"I'se never seen that ungrateful bitch Massa in my life!"
"So you admit that he is your Massa?"
"Umm... I'se need to call a lawyer, suh!"
"You don't have a lawyer, you dumb motherfucker! Slaves don't have lawyers!"
"But I'se do, suh! Meet Mr. Willie!"
"Oh, hello, suhs!" Willie spoke. "I'se here to defend... umm... sorry, suhs, I'se need to cough!"
Figo's cock ejaculated immediately in a spectacular display of virility that projected his seed far and wide, while the ventriloquist clown imitated coughing sounds.
"There, there!" Willie said. "Now I'se better!"
"This clown is simply distracting us with his gimmicks!" the police officer said. "Let's not forget that we have a fugitive slave to catch!"
They continued their search with meticulous care, but it was futile. There were too many ships in the port of Caracas, some of them leaving, others arriving.
The ship were Master Eamon had embarked was lost in the vast number of vessels, protected by the sheer magnitude of maritime traffic. It was just one of many, never to be found.
On the deck of the ship, Miss Amara thought that she would never see South America again, so she threw a blue rose in the ocean and watched as it unfolded and the petals drifted away on the waves.