The Life of Koru, Chapter 66
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Not finding the courage to say it in person, Lady Celeste sent a letter to Sir Ishmael:
"I really fear for your wellbeing, Checkered Man! Rumors about the newly founded Republic of Pupistan circulate around the world and raise indignation. It is only a matter of time before these rumors reach the ears of the Emperor.
You know how our beloved Emperor is... According to him, no koru should ever be free, they should all be slaves. Slavery is a koru's second nature, according to him. Your tiny republic is in clear contradiction with the Law. I am afraid the Emperor will find your politics regarding Pupistan subversive and dangerous.
You have many enemies, Checkered Man! Some of them are former supporters of Giuseppe Malvado, whose plan you thwarted, while others believe in the Hukunta ideology that the koru are the scum of the Earth and deserve no mercy. As for me, I will always back up your decisions because you saved my life at a time when I was most vulnerable. I only want you to know about the impending dangers."
Sir Ishmael responded:
"I am not breaking the Law, Celeste, I am only using my property as I see fit. I own the land and I own the slaves. I am conducting an experiment with them. In playing with the concept of freedom, my slaves simply obey my will as a Master. It is the right of any Master in the Black Empire to decide what level of liberty to give to his or her koru -- some prefer a more restrictive approach, while I like to leave them more at their own leisure. I hope the Emperor will understand that!
As for your other concerns regarding my enemies, I advise you to take care of yourself, Celeste, and know that I am always there if you need protection!"
And with this, he closed the letter and sent it.
He took a deep breath and thought about what to do next. From his window, Sir Ishmael could see the sprawling fields of Pupistan, stretching out under the warm sun, with naked koru working hard on the plantations. The sight brought a sense of both encouragement and duty.
After the dethronement of King Fatso, Sir Ishmael wanted to organize fair elections in Pupistan, where the winner would be established based on votes and not on stupid mud wrestling.
One of candidates in this election was King Fatso's son, Jawser, who wanted to have the same prestige as his father and even looked a little like him. He thought that people would elect him simply because he was an alpha male with a big cock, but oh, was he so wrong!
An unexpected candidate emerged from the ranks of the common folk, a wumma called Big Mamma Bosom. She was the head of a brothel and she promised that if she becomes president, every koru will be allowed a free fuck in the enterprise that she coordinated. This amazing political platform was simply too tempting to ignore. The koru were yelling in the street:
"Vote Big Mamma Bosom! Vote Big Mamma Bosom! It's time for a Boobs Revulution!"
It was no surprise when the election pebbles were counted and she was declared winner.
Big Mamma Bosom appointed Fudge, a trustworthy koru, as vice-president, or "Holder of the Boobs" as she called him, because he had to hold her boobs when she walked so that they didn't wiggle too much. Other attributions of the "HoB" were to fan her, massage her feet and carry her when she was tired.
All in all, Sir Ishmael was satisfied with the result of the election. It seemed that the koru were making great steps towards building a democracy, with Big Mamma Bosom and Fudge at the forefront.
"What are ye doing with that lamp, dogs? Where did ye get it?" the smallcock overseer asked.
"It's for them genies! Leave us alone!" Gryf answered.
"Ye don't talk to me like that, infidel! I'se saw ye missin' from work today! I'se gonna whip yer hide!"
"Please!" Mulo said. "Let us give the lamp to them genies! It's the only way to uncurse muh ass!"
"I'se call the shots around here, infidel! Ain't no genies gonna be gettin' no lamps from my workers without my say-so!"
And saying this, the Chief overseer of the mine, also known as Honcho, had Gryf and Mulo immobilized, while the magic lamp was snatched from their hands. The two infidel koru growled and struggled, but they were no match for the overseers armed with whips and clubs.
"NOOO! NOOO!" Mulo yelled.
After that, Mulo and Gryf were taken to be whipped because they missed work and went on that foolish quest.
"What we do now?" Mulo mumbled as they were tied to the whipping frame.
"It's all yer fault, boy, but I'se have an idea! Yer ass is cursed. Try shakin' it up to them like a lustful bitch, maybe they get fooled and try to rape it!"
"But, Gryf, they be smallcocks! They cannot use their cocks!"
"Beg them to rape ye with a stick or sumthing!"
Gryf's plan was very good. Mulo was ready to put it into practice.
As soon as the overseer started to hit him with a whip, he released deep moans that evoked intense sexual pleasure, while sporting a large cock and wiggling his ass in a tantalizing manner. Mulo was an expert in acting out this role, as he had been a bottom all his life.
"Damn! This bitch boy is in heat!" the overseer who whipped him said.
"Please, suh, fuck me with a stick!" Mulo said. "Please, suh!"
"No fuckin' for this bitch!" Honcho ordered.
But Mulo was not about to give up. He pushed his ass backwards until it accidentally touched the groin of the overseer who whipped him. The connection was electrifying. Mulo twerked his ass lustfully and clenched his buttocks around the caged cock.
"Ah! Fuck! My cage is about to explode!" the overseer said.
"That does it!" Honcho exclaimed. "On all fours, you infidel! I'm gonna fuck you with my club!"
Honcho's club was a colossal gnarled weapon made of unforgiving ironwood. Seeing it, Mulo thought: "Oh, fuck!" but it was too late to stop it from entering his ass. The only thing Mulo could say was:
"No, please! Aaaah! No! Waaah! Oooh! Aaaah! Fuuck! Fickity fuuck!"
"That's what ye get, boy, for being so slutty!" Honcho said.
"He's a total whore!" another overseer added. "Allah punishes whores like him!"
Speaking of punishments and divine interventions, the overseers suddenly noticed that the earth was moving under them and a low rumble echoed through the mine.
"Fuckin' earthquake again!" Honcho yelled.
They ran away looking for a safe spot.
Meanwhile the genies emerged from their hideout, filling the space with magic. One of them ordered Mulo:
"Koru boy, don't you stand there! Take the lamp and rub it! Rub it like it's your cock, boy!"
Mulo took the lamp and started rubbing vigorously, until a sparkling essence jizzed from it and materialized into a genie:
"I have been trapped by the lava giants for centuries, but now I am free!"
"Hooray! Hooray!" the other genies said.
Mulo wanted to participate in the celebration, but a falling rock from the earthquake hit his head and he became unconscious.