The Life of Koru, Chapter 71
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"Are you sure he is not lying?" Mrs. Faraja said.
"Yes, Missuh!" Azalea said. "He hides nuffin' from me when his cock is up!"
"I see..."
The news she received about Sir Jared was really intriguing. It seemed that Mazo saw his Massa having some really strange meetings in a countryside mansion with some men and, yes, some women too! It really seemed that Sir Jared was having an affair. Mazo couldn't see what happened inside because he was assigned specific tasks in the garden, and the mansion was guarded by a fierce, burly koru called Big Chunk, who growled and bared his teeth menacingly every time Mazo tried to approach the mansion.
"Get back to work, boy! Nuffin' to see here!" Big Chunk said brandishing his wooden club. "Get back to work!"
And, according to Mazo, it really hurt to be hit with that club on the back, on the ass or on the shoulders.
But one night, when Mazo went outside of the stable to pee he looked at the balcony of the big house and saw a beautiful Black woman completely naked, smoking a cigarette. She was "one damn fine hottie Missuh", according to Mazo. He felt so aroused that he started to jerk off right there hidden from view by the shadows of the bushes, but then he heard Big Chunk marching nearby with the club on his shoulder, so he had to run back to the stable without finishing his masturbatory session.
"So many irrelevant details in this story!" Mrs. Faraja said. "I want to know who the woman on the balcony was!"
"Missuh!" Azalea said. "Muh buddy Mazo don't know, he a stupid koru, he don't know, Missuh!"
"He said he saw `one damn fine hottie Missuh', didn't he?"
"Yessuh, Missuh! This be his exact words!"
"What else did he say about her?"
"He said that she has `huuuge breasts, fuckin' huge, dayum!' and he also said that he wanted to kiss her pussy and slide his cock inside it."
The more Mrs. Faraja listened to this description, the more jealous she became. She knew that when it comes to sexual drive all males are essentially the same. Sir Jared would of course avoid using the raw primitive language of Mazo, but were his thoughts and instincts any less vulgar?
"I want to know where this `secret' house is!" Mrs. Faraja said.
The Timbercross Penitenciary 4 was one of the largest maximum security prisons owned by the Colombian mobster Sir Grandio. It served as a collecting and processing point for koru slaves who were sentenced with crucifixion.
In the aftermath of the violent riots that happened in Pupistan, tens of thousands of male koru had been arrested and sent to be punished on the cross. It is for this reason that Timbercross Penitenciary 4 was full to the brim with naked sweaty slaves, some of whom were claiming to have done "nuffin' wrong".
The chief of the penitentiary, Warden Edris, was a stern, middle-aged leader who commanded unyielding authority and showed zero tolerance for any foolish behavior from the inmates.
As soon as these brutes were brought via trucks to the courtyard of the prison, the Warden yelled:
"Alright, slaves, get out and start duckwalking! You are not allowed to stand up!"
Crouched to the ground and with arms raised behind their heads, the koru started walking in this funny way, one after the other in a single line, doing round after round in the courtyard of the prison while the Warden and the other guards slapped them with whips.
"Faster, duckling! Walk like a real duck!" the Warden told one of the koru.
After two hours of moving like this in the sun, the slaves were all sweaty and panting. The Warden declared, towering above them like a god:
"This place is your worst nightmare, apes, but believe me, it's just your worst nightmare YET!"
Timbercross Penitentiary 4 was a grim, desolate facility buried deep within the heart of the jungle. Its towering chain-link fences and rows of rusted iron cages gave it the air of a fortress built to devour those inside. The oppressive heat of the tropics mixed with the stale stench of confinement, creating a suffocating atmosphere that hung heavy over the entire compound. At its center lay a sprawling concrete-floored courtyard, barren and sun-scorched, where inmates milled about under the watchful eyes of patrolling guards. The surrounding jungle, vibrant and teeming with life, seemed almost mocking in its contrast to the stark, lifeless prison grounds.
As soon as the tree trunks began arriving from the jungle, the penitentiary transformed into a labor camp. Day and night, the inmates toiled relentlessly, sawing the massive logs and shaping them into cross beams. The wood, chosen for its practicality, was cheap yet remarkably sturdy, making it ideal for holding the body of the typical koru brute. The relentless rhythm of axes and saws echoed through the compound. Slaves worked building the crosses on which they would soon be crucified.
There were no embellishments to be made to these crosses. They were simple, rough-hewn structures of wood which served only one purpose: to have a koru stretched on them, his hands and feet pinned by iron nails, displayed to the world as a suffering delinquent deserving of punishment. There was no death more shameful than this and it served as a warning to the other slaves.
Supervising the carpentry work, Warden Edris and the guards had to make sure that everything goes according to the plan. There had to be enough crosses (one for every koru inmate) and these crosses had to be well-built and resistant. Warden Edris hated it when some crosses fell to the ground during storms and heavy rain, bringing down together with them the body of the struggling koru. Not only could such an event cause the untimely death of the koru, but it also did not look well in terms of PR. It looked as if Nature and not Massa ultimately punished the slave. So the command of Warden Edris towards the working slaves was the following:
"Work hard, boys! I want those crosses big and tough!"
"Big and tough, suh Warden suh!" the koru responded.
For them, it was immensely painful to know that they were working on their own instruments of execution. Yet, at the same time, this was the last job they would ever be asked to do. Some of them genuinely believed that if they did it well enough, they might somehow impress Warden Edris--perhaps, just perhaps, enough to spare their lives. For this reason, their servility was off the charts. They worked hard and avoided angering Warden Edris and the guards in any way.
Some koru however still considered themselves "innocent" and tried in a plaintive voice to explain this to the guards or to Warden Edris:
"Suh, I'se didnu nuffin', suh! I'se only been close to them others when they shoutin' at them riots, but I'se didn't shout, suh! I'se been a good boy, suh! No shoutin', no doin' nuffin', suh! Please have mercy on me, suh!"
Usually these sorry specimens fell on their knees and groveled at the feet of the guards, kissing their boots and begging. Warden Edris laughed in their face. This is why there were whipping frames in many places of the Timbercross Penitentiary 4. The complaining slaves were taken by force to these frames and whipped so hard until they admitted their guilt. This is the song they sang after they were whipped:
"I'se guilty, suh! Guilty-guilty, suh, yessuh! I'se been a nasty boy, suh! Thank ye for whuppin' me, suh!"