The Life of Koru, Chapter 7
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Ten kilometers into the jungle, the wood-cutting center was located. Well, at least one of them, as there were thousands and thousands of such places in the Amazonian jungle.
Diligent koru worked around these centers, cutting down trees, carrying tree trunks, pulling drafts along the river, hunting down alligators and so on.
As Sir Mazi decided, Mulo and Peon were to work there for a while, in a tree-cutting team, to think about their sins and gain some more muscle.
The tree-cutting method used by the jungle koru was old and primitive, with tools such as stone axes, machetes and fire-hardened stakes. The slaves selected a target tree with sturdy wood and hacked away at the base, employing their tools and collective strength to bring the towering giant crashing down. Once felled, the tree was swiftly stripped of its branches and the tree trunk was prepared to be transported to the wood-cutting center. Carrying the gigantic tree trunk was probably the hardest task.
It was a new experience for Mulo and Peon. Working in a team with jungle koru, they learned a lot about coordinated effort, but they couldn't avoid getting picked on. First of all, they were considered inferior apes, simply for being plantation workers. Jungle koru had a much more muscular physique, while Mulo and Peon looked rather slender. Jungle koru looked wilder and more rugged, they were also whiter, having been protected from the sun by the lush foliage of the trees. Mulo and Peon looked relatively tame and tractable, and their hides were tanned many shades of brown darker, simply because they had worked all their lives in the sun.
"Say, ye two plantation monkeys have nice asses!" a burly jungle slave called Grogh noticed.
"We top dogs, bud, we no give our asses to ye!" Peon growled.
"Maybe on plantation you don't, but here in the jungle ye look like bottom bitches to me! Nice tanned asses ye have, from standing there in the fields bent double like bottom bitches! Do ye always point yer asses to the sky? Waiting for a giant cock to come from there or something?"
The jungle slaves started laughing. Their lives were hard and all of that, but at least they didn't have to endure the indignity of working all day bent double on a plantation, with their asses scorched by the sun.
"Tell ye something!" Peon said. "If ye don't stop talking like that, ye'll get yer teeth knocked out!"
"Oh, shut yer mouth, ye shitter!" Grogh said and punched him in the face so hard, he knocked him sideways.
Peon fell to the ground, but jumped immediately afterwards, full of rage. He had his fists prepared for punching. Mulo was ready to fight too. It was time to show what he had learned.
"Get back to work, slaves! Enough hassle!" an overseer yelled at them.
The slaves stopped the conflict immediately and continued to clean the branches of the fallen tree.
"Ye'll see tonight!" Grogh whispered to Peon with a grin.
A few minutes later, Mulo and Peon were given the task of carrying the tree trunk together to the wood-cutting center. They basically raised the trunk on their shoulders, each one of them taking his share of the load. The trunk was quite heavy, so they had to step carefully with their backs bent, their knees bent and their arms wrapped tightly around the trunk.
Carrying a tree trunk over their backs and shoulders was hard enough, but the fresh cuts which they had from Chief Mazi's whipping made the task even harder. The two slaves couldn't stop clenching their teeth in pain at every step.
"Do ye think Massa gonna let us here forever?" Mulo said, almost yelping.
"I'se hope not. I'se wanna be on plantation again."
After a few more steps, Mulo said:
"What we gonna do tonight? Foresters gonna fuck us raw! They be more and stronger!"
Peon thought about it a few seconds, then said:
"I'se hate to say it. We'se have to let them do it. I'se see no other way..."
This pill of truth was hard to swallow for Mulo as well. He walked in silence a good portion of the journey, then he finally said:
"I'se don't wanna get fucked by them. I'se only wanna be fucked by ye."
That night however they found that the plans have changed. They were not going to sleep with the jungle slaves. They were to sleep in the "sweat box", a square tin box designed for torture. The box was kept up in the sun all day, so by the evening it was as hot as an oven.
Two slaves could fit in there, but they really had to push themselves in, because the space was really tight and they had to adjust their positions accordingly. The idea was to have them cramped in those miserable positions the entire night, with their skins pressed to each other and their heads buried in each other's lap, while also struggling to breathe.
The sweat box was raised above the ground with a pulley. It was called like this because of the amount of sweat the slaves produced until the morning, waves after waves of sweat, filling the box and dripping from the edges.
Mulo and Peon were thus forced into this environment -- heads down, crouched, bodies bent, limbs hugging the bodies.
By the midnight, they were bathing in their own sweat, struggling to sleep with all the cramps and contortions. They did fall asleep eventually, as they were very tired from work. When they woke up in the morning, they felt like desiccated skeletons with no water inside.
"You alive, bud?" Peon said with parched lips.
"I'se think so, Peon. I'se see no light," Mulo said.
Eventually the box opened and an overseer was yelling at them:
"Alright, you two, get out! It's time for work!"
Another day of carrying tree trunks was waiting for them.
All that hard work and the sweat box had taught Mulo and Peon a lesson. They were more submissive now, even with respect to the fellow jungle slaves whom they no longer chased away when they tried to touch their butts and fuck them. On the contrary, they encouraged them to do it, bending at the waist like real plantation monkeys do.
Mulo saw Peon get fucked in the ass during the nights when they were not in the sweat box and Mulo was fucked too. It was this simple: if they disobeyed they would be put in the "sweat box" again. This was the life of koru: you fought hard to climb to the top of the herd, but then you were sent somewhere else to work and you were bottom of the pile again. But Peon was determined to not remain there at the bottom. As for Mulo, he just wanted to see his dear friend rise again...