The Life of Koru, Chapter 70
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The riots in Pupistan truly shocked Sir Ishmael. He believed he had offered the koru everything they needed. He offered them freedom and rights, a chance to shape their own governance, and look how they behaved! They yelled in the streets, threw out stones and punches, raped and murdered, robbed the food stores and even shat in places where it was not permitted to. It seemed that no matter what you did to the koru, they were still swayed by their "monkey antics".
The police officers under the command of Sir Grandio were true experts in handling large groups of unruly apes. It was no small feat to bring these koru to heel, however they executed their strategy with precision and discipline. The officers moved swiftly, forming a barrier that funneled the crowd, using calm but firm commands to keep the koru from scattering. The advanced equipment and riot shields of the policemen contrasted sharply with the sheer nakedness of the scandal-makers.
When the koru heard the first rifle shots and saw some of their mates fall, their initial defiance wavered. Fear rippled through the crowd, and the defiant roars softened into anxious murmurs. The police officers even deployed tear gas, filling the air with thick, stinging clouds that burned the eyes and throats of the koru, to the point where the apes were choking with saliva, their eyes bulged out in pain.
"On your bellies, your hands behind your head! NOW!" the police officers yelled.
This defenseless position was assumed by most of the brutes, with the exception of few who met their deaths right away. Sir Grandio's intervention team was not joking. The Black policemen started walking on the muscular flesh carpet that was formed under their feet. Thousands of koru males lying on their bellies on the ground looked like a pathetic spectacle. The sun shone brightly on the sweat of so many backs.
"Not so brave now, aye, apes?" an officer said.
"Sorry, suhs!" some of the koru murmured.
"Too late, boys! Your next destination is the cross!"
Hearing this, Sir Ishmael was shaken.
"Well, I don't think so!" he said. "Crucifixion is a cruel practice that I do no approve of!"
"And what do you know about slave management?" Sir Grandio said. "You asked me to help round up the rioters, now you have to let me finish the job!"
"Yeah, but death on the cross is truly grotesque!"
"It's what these rascals deserve! Have you seen how they raped the wummses and littered the streets with their feces? We need to set these pigs as an example for the other!"
"Can't you just temporarily tie them to the crosses or something?"
"No, no! They have to be nailed! We need to hammer large nails into their hands and feet to keep these fuckers pinned to the cross, so that they find no respite from the pain until they die!
"I oppose that!"
"Listen here, Checkered Man! You have been lucky that the Emperor has not heard yet about your `Free Republic of Pupistan' and the riots, debauchery and disobedience that goes inside! I tried to protect your secret as much as possible, but if your koru keep rioting, one day the Emperor will find out, and I assure you, they will have a fate worse than crucifixion!"
Sir Ishmael wondered what could be worse, but he also knew that the Emperor could be extremely drastic regarding the existence of Pupistan.
"So you have to let me set up some crosses!" Sir Grandio continued with a broad smile.
"Ok, but only for the guilty!" Sir Ishmael said.
"Well, of course!" Sir Grandio said.
By Sir Grandio standards, any male koru was considered guilty if he was caught anywhere near the riots. It doesn't matter if the koru didn't murder or steal, it doesn't matter if he yelled something or not, he was fucking guilty.
So the trembling fearful koru were quickly manacled with iron cuffs, then they were forced to stand up and were escorted to the cages of large trucks, to be transported to the nearest detention facility.
"Please, suh! I'se dindu nuffin', suh!" some of the brutes pleaded.
"Nonsense! Shut your mouth, apes!" the officers answered hitting them with whips.
The cages were not sizeable enough to fit all the prisoners, so they had to be pushed in and squeezed tightly together until there was barely any space to breathe. The sight of these burly apes fidgeting to make room was somewhat comical, and just when you thought they were crammed to the max, the officers managed to squeeze yet another one in.
Sir Ishmael watched this roundup procedure with a feeling of helplessness. On the one hand, he was angry that these koru had betrayed him. On the other hand, he didn't want to see them crucified.
"Too long our policies regarding the koru have been lax in this province! These animals are out of control because of our leniency! If I am elected Governor of Brazil, I will rule with an iron fist to ensure no koru raises up his voice in protest! I will represent the interest of the owners and not of slaves! Slaves should work and obey, that's why they are slaves! We must squeeze every ounce of energy from them, press them to the ground with our whips, make them fear us like the plague! We are the United Plantation Owners! They should tremble at our name!"
Sir Jared ended his candidacy announcement to the applause of the public. Other members of the party, including the incumbent Governor of Brazil, Sir Jared's father-in-law, were particularly enthusiastic.
The logo of the party UPO (United Plantation Owners) featured a koru bent down low, working under the whip. During the party's long existence, it had to change a couple of times to respect the "slave fashion" of the period.
The three historical periods of white enslavement were the Trousers Age, the Loincloth Age and the Bare-ass Age. The Trousers Age happened during the century when the whites were initially enslaved and were only allowed to wear baggy trousers made of rough sack. After this, they had to adapt to a simple loincloth around the waist and then to nothing at all.
In 3100, the koru of the empire had been in the Bare-ass Age for centuries. This age never ends, it is the age of absolute slavery and total lack of privacy and self-respect. The koru had become so used to working naked that they never felt the need to wear any clothing. They were really that primitive.
And so the logo of the UPO was simply a bare-assed koru doing work under the whip.
The members of the party congratulated Sir Jared on his candidacy. They praised his vision and commitment to their shared values, confident that his influence would strengthen their cause.
While Sir Jared was speaking, his slave Mazo was in the stable tending to his horse. He heard all the cheering and applause, he scratched his head and thought:
"Wow! Muh Massa is so big!"
He really did his best effort to comb and clean the horse, taking his time to brush out every tangle and remove any dirt from its coat. Massa Jared had warned him:
"Be careful how you treat the horse, boy! He's much more expensive than you, you useless son-of-a-bitch!"
Suddenly Mazo saw Azalea coming inside the stable, moving seductively like a daughter-of-the-night. He was visibly erect.
"Have ye found anything, boy?" Azalea asked with a cold voice.
"Nuffin', nuffin', dearie!" Mazo mumbled.
Missuh Faraja was pressing him through Azalea to reveal secrets about his praised Massa Jared. Mazo obeyed and cherished Massa Jared like a faithful dog, but the way Missuh Faraja blackmailed him proved more powerful than he would have ever expected.
"It's yer last warning, boy! If ye don't find anything ye'll lose the pup!" Azalea said pointing to her belly.
"No! No!" Mazo protested almost falling to his knees.
In his befuddled brain, he found a competent answer:
"I'se think I'se know, girl! There's sum' BIG BIG secret!"