The Life of Koru, Chapter 69
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"He is a cruel man, isn't he?" Mrs. Faraja said.
"Well, good leaders have to be a bit cruel..." Mrs. Nefertari responded.
"Yes, but you said that he thrashed the poor koru on the whipping frame, making him squeal like a pig!"
"Oh, of course he did!" Mrs. Nefertari chuckled. "That was funny actually!"
"Funny?" Mrs. Faraja said. "My husband is a cruel maniac!"
"Don't be silly, Faraja! He simply punished a koru! They all squeal like that when they are on the whipping frame!"
Faraja was still not convinced by her grandma's reassurance. She wanted to compensate the whipped koru, so she sent a female slave to his hut to take care of his wounds.
No sooner did the wumma enter the hut, that Mazo felt his cock erect and dripping like never before, so he pinned her on the ground and started fucking her cunt.
"That's not why I'se here, boy!" the wumma protested, but she was quickly calmed down by Mazo's big cock sliding like butter inside her.
Mazo was tender with the bitch. He kissed her neck and caressed her body with his calloused palms. Male koru were known to be brutal during sexual acts but Mazo was a sweet boy. The wumma started to enjoy what he was doing with her. She moaned in pleasure and she offered herself to him in various positions.
At one point, they made a "sixty-nine" on the ground of the hut -- she sucked his cock, while he licked her vagina. Then, taken from behind in a doggy-style, the wumma finally felt a hot jet of sperm gushing forth deep inside her cunt and she almost lost her mind in this moment of ecstasy, as Mazo was grunting and thrusting his pelvis forward.
When the slave wumma, who was called Azalea, came back to her Missuh, she said:
"Look what he did to me, Missuh! I'se think he planted his pup!"
"I want you to keep the pup!" Mrs. Faraja said. "But Massa Jared must not know about this!"
Later that day, Mrs. Faraja learned some really good news. Her father was really successful in using his social influence and money in order to propel Sir Jared to the forefront of the local political landscape. He had introduced Jared to his influential allies, ensuring that his son-in-law was seen and heard by the right people. Private meetings, exclusive fundraisers, and strategic dinners were orchestrated with precision, each event meticulously planned to build Jared's profile and garner support. Sir Jared was now expected to be one of the future Senators of the province of Brazil. It was truly amazing!
Gone were the days when Sir Jared had to work hard in the fields, bossing stupid koru around and cracking his heavy bullwhip on their backs. He had climbed the social ladder with a speed and assurance that left many in awe. Mrs. Faraja could only admire such an ambitious man!
And the way Sir Jared conducted himself really showed that he was fully aware of his capabilities.
"Oh!" Faraja thought with a smile. "If only he knew how vulnerable he is!"
Sir Jared's favorite slave dog Mazo was now under her full control. She basically had the koru by his balls so to speak, now that he fell in love with Azalea and even impregnated the chick.
Faraja could blackmail Mazo to find more information from him. She could send Azalea to him in order to find out whom his Massa met with during the day and what sort of discussions they had. If Mazo didn't comply, Faraja would simply ask Azalea to do an abortion. Most koru really loved their babies and Mazo was definitely one of them. Despite his brutish appearance, he was a warm-hearted father who did not want his puppy to be hurt.
The training program at the Robotics Institute was very intense. Peon had to run for hours on an inclined treadmill with some sensors attached to his legs and waist. This sensors recorded his every move, the contraction of every muscle in his body.
Then he had to lift different weights over and over, until the most optimal techniques of lifting were selected. He had to jump over obstacles and pull extraordinary weights, he had to squat, do push-ups, pull-ups and various other physical exercises. Each time, the sensors registered how he did it.
All this information was encoded in 1s and 0s, then sent to a computer that trained algorithms for robots.
The technique was machine learning, and its strength relied on the large amount of data used as an input, so Peon had to provide thousands of instances of him jumping, lifting, pulling or punching so that the algorithm could learn patterns and make accurate predictions. In other words, Peon's formidable physical skills were deconstructed into a precise set of commands that a steel robot could replicate.
Peon worked hard under the supervision of Dr. DeShawn, who made sure that the slave gave his best performance. The koru's balls were cinched with an electric buzzing device, so Dr. DeShawn only had to press a button to make sure that Peon didn't flag. It worked like magic. Whenever Peon felt a sudden, sharp jolt of electricity surge in his balls and belly, he knew that he had to put more effort in. Having his balls electrocuted was extremely painful. It felt as if they were thrown under a bus, while simultaneously being pierced by a thousand needles, then immersed in hot water to be boiled. The more Dr. DeShawn increased the voltage, the more Peon feared that he might lose his balls. But they were fine in the end, only a bit red and swollen, with the skin cracked here and there.
Sir Ishmael needed the intervention of specialized Black men overseers from Sir Grandio's domain, in order to extinguish the civil war in Pupistan. With whips, stun guns and tear gas spray, these highly trained law enforcers wasted no time in bringing the rebels to heel.
The president Big Mamma Bosom tried her best to hide during the commotion, however her personal servant Fudge had been caught by the mob. They took turns in pounding Fudge's asshole with their cocks, while the poor koru screamed:
"Aaaa! Help'se! Help'se! They be fuckin' me raw!"
After being fucked, Fudge had to suck the cocks that fucked him. Then, the usurper king Jawser placed his big ass on Fudge's back and started riding on him, while Fudge moved on all fours like a little donkey. Then, the army of King Fatso attacked and they managed to capture Fudge who was fucked again by a new set of cocks. He screamed and pleaded, but nobody listened to him. Finally, Sir Grandio's Black Lords took control of the situation. They dispersed the crowd and made Fudge the object of their gang bang, as he was very pleasant to fuck.
It was said that Fudge had taken more than a thousand cocks in a single day, which was an incredible performance and something to be mentioned in the Guinness Book of Records.