The Life of Koru, Chapter 63
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"We'se up shit creek without a paddle!" Gryf said.
No words were better to describe the situation they were in.
As soon as they entered the mine and were enveloped in darkness, Mulo panicked. He wanted back to the surface. He wanted to bathe in the sunlight again.
"Ye two are fuckin' new, aren't ye?" a smallcock overseer told them. "Don't expect to live more than two years in this mine!"
Deep inside the mine, Gryf had to break ore with the hammer, while Mulo had to pull the loaded minecart to the surface, moving on all fours through the narrow shafts.
This position offered Gryf a good glimpse of Mulo's ass, which looked sweaty, round and naughty under the flickering light of the torch.
"Damn, boy, ye have such a fine ass!" Gryf said. "Ever since I'se met you, I'se knew yer ass is fire!"
"Ye don't get to touch it!" Mulo answered.
Mulo's resistance was not surprising at all. It was not only about dignity, it was also the fact that Gryf had a monstrous cock, so thick and long that it promised to ravish any ass that it encountered.
Mulo had already been fucked by Gryf in the past and he knew how much it hurts.
But how could Mulo resist Gryf's stubbornness? Gryf was much more muscular, his body was heavier and he was superior in wrestling. He could pin Mulo down after an hour or two of scuffling.
And when he did that, Mulo's ass was easy meat.
"AAAAAAAH! Fuck ye, Gryf! Ye tear my ass in two!" Mulo would yell.
"That's the whole point, pup! That's the whole point!"
Then Mulo would start pleading:
"Gryf! Please, Gryf! My ass hurts so bad!"
"I'se knew I would put you down one day! Ye never belonged to the top, boy! Ye're just a bottom bitch!"
"AAAAAAAH!"
This constant debasement and also the fact that he didn't see the sun at all made Mulo truly dejected. He moved on all fours for hours every day in those long and dark tunnels where he felt completely alone and abandoned. His elbows and knees developed a strong calloused skin so they didn't hurt so much after a while, but Mulo missed the opportunity to walk upright. Sometimes he heard strange noises echoing from the walls of the tunnels, like violent currents of air.
"These be genies!" an older mine slave told him. "There be genies in the mine!"
"But what's genies?" Mulo wondered.
It was said that they had no body, or if they had one, it was of the spooky ghostie variety that could pass through walls.
It was also said that they granted wishes to those who encountered them.
Mulo had a wish. He wanted to go back to his Massa plantation in Brazil and meet Peon and Mayana again and maybe fuck Mayana and be fucked by Peon.
"Ye put to many things in a single wish, boy!" the older mine slave said. "The genies only fulfill simple wishes!"
The older mine slave was suspiciously old. He claimed to have lived 47 years in the mine, which was a whooping 45 years above the average. How could he live so much in these awful conditions? He adapted to the darkness like a bat. He was thin like a skeleton, but his bones still contained enough muscles on them for him to be a good worker. He had no teeth, yet he munched the hard biscuits with his gums and declared himself satisfied. The mine slaves considered him a sage and called him Old `Un.
"Simple wishes..." Mulo said. "Then I'se wish muh ass will never get raped again!"
"That's an interesting wish, boy!" the Old `Un said. "The genies will have to put a spell on yer ass so that anyone who tries to ravage it gets a thousand years of bad luck..."
"I wouldn't aim for this if I were you, boy!" Gryf told Mulo. "Think what disasters yer ass could cause if it has a genie spell on it!"
"I'se don't care!" Mulo said really angry. " At least ye don't get to touch muh ass!"
Then, addressing the Old `Un, he said:
"Where do I'se get to meet these genies?"
"Well, they're here, they're there, they're nowhere and everywhere! But most of the time, they're in a cave that ye can find if ye pass through the main tunnel, then go left through the narrow passageway marked by three red stones, then you make down and right through the zig-zaggy path marked by a shiny stone, then ye continue straight until you come to a fork with an old, rusted lantern hanging from the ceiling, then ye crawl like a puppy through the very low, narrow tunnel on the right, which opens into seven different chambers, the seventh one being where the genies dwell!"
"Time to save muh ass!" Mulo said.
He did exactly what the Old Un instructed, knowing that he will get a whipping for being late with the minecart, but thinking that it was worth it. When he arrived in the seventh chamber however, he found no magical presence in there, just an empty boring cave. Mulo thought that the Old Un had fooled him. But he was not going to say this to Gryf. He told Gryf that he in fact had met the genies and that his ass was out of reach.
"I'se don't believe ye!" Gryf said and forced Mulo to go on all fours.
Mulo had to obey his brutish mate who was very aroused and needed some release.
The young slave's pink anus winked at Gryf like a sultry narrow cunt, opening and closing with the rhythm of Mulo's heart beating.
No sooner did Gryf start to fuck Mulo, that an earthquake started. The ground beneath them rumbled violently, rocks and dust falling from the ceiling as the tunnels and caves seemed to tremble with ancient, restless energy.
"Oh, fuck! It's the one thousand years of bad luck, just like the Old `Un said!" Gryf shouted.
Mulo was also shocked by this event. Did his ass really cause it?
Slave superstition merged with sheer terror and a strong instinct of survival, as Mulo and Gryf ran to find a safe spot.
"Calm down, infidels! It's just an earthquake! Sit down!" one of the smallcock overseers yelled.
Earthquakes were quite common in these mines; they were nothing extraordinary in a mountainous region where the rocks never settled for long, driven by the relentless geological forces that shaped the rugged landscape. Slave miners had to adapt to this cruel reality. Most earthquakes were merciful enough to leave them alive.
The Old 'Un had witnessed many earthquakes during his lifetime, and this one would not be the last.