The Life of Koru, Chapter 78
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"Ye ruined my wish, boy!" Noodzaak told Mazo.
"They would have skinned me like a rabbit!" Mazo tried to defend himself.
"So what? Now ye've betrayed yer kind, the koru! Ye're always a betrayur!"
Mazo fell silent and thought about his deeds.
"When my whip wounds heal, I'se'll give ye a sound beating, boy!" Noodzaak promised Mazo.
Meanwhile daily activity in the mine was as hectic as ever, with Mazo working extra-hard to compensate for his many mistakes. The clanging of picks against rock echoed through the tunnels, mingling with the commanding shouts of the overseers, the crack of the whips and the occasional groans of exhaustion and despair. Dust and sulfuric fumes hung heavy in the air, making every breath a challenge as the relentless pace of labor continued without pause.
Without safety equipment, such as gloves or clothing, the hands of the slaves were blistered and calloused, and their bodies were covered in burns and cuts from handling the sharp sulfur crystals. The sulfur's acidic nature irritated the skin and eyes, leading to painful sores and long-term damage. The mines themselves were dark and narrow, sometimes little more than tunnels clawed out of rock by hand. There was no ventilation, meaning the air was thick, hot, and suffocating. Visibility was limited, and workers often relied on torches or rudimentary oil lamps.
"Hard day, ain't it?" Mazo heard from a slave working next to him.
"Yessuh!" Mazo responded.
"Yessuh? I ain't no suh! Muh name's Doggie!"
Mazo took a look at Doggie. He was a tall muscular swimmer type, with flaxen blond hair and long limbs. His face was pleasant, with no hint of mischief. On his stomach he had a rough tattoo representing the head of a black dog which probably earned him the name Doggie. The dog in the tattoo looked fierce, yet reassuring, like a protective guardian. Despite being covered in grime and scratches, Doggie looked handsome. Mazo liked him a lot.
It was uncommon however to see a tattoo on a koru. If these beasts ever needed marks on them, the branding tool was more commonly used, so how did Doggie get his tattoo?
Well, cheap primitive tattoos were encountered in some special cases, and Doggie was one, as he once belonged to an elite division of slave guards called "The Dog Squad" which protected the Grand Treasury of South America from thieves and bandits. The Dog Squad patrolled day and night, they were brave vigilant slaves armed with swords and spears and tattooed on their bellies with the mark of the dog to distinguish them from common koru. Doggie had trained very hard to acquire this position and he was very proud of his dog tattoo. Unfortunately for him, one night he used his sword to wound a Black thief who tried to gain access to the treasury. This prompted the thief to sue Doggie who was unable to prove that the wounding was unavoidable and in the interest of the State (in fact the testimony of a koru is not even considered in court). As a result, Doggie was expelled from the Dog Squad, dishonored, and sentenced to break his back in the sulfur mines of Chile.
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"I'se feel so sorry for ye, Doggie!" Mazo said with heartfelt sadness.
Unlike Mazo, Doggie did nothing wrong. He was not a "betrayur".
Ever since he was locked, Mazo had no chance of ever being top dog again. He had resigned to being a bottom, so he offered his ass that night to Doggie, wishing he was fucked by him.
Doggie brandished his cock the same way he used to brandish his sword, with utmost precision and confidence. He cleaved Mazo's buttocks apart and pierced the rosebud of his anus, making him squeal.
"Uh... uh..."
"Shut the fuck up, ye fuckin' pig!" another slave yelled at him in the darkness. "I'se tryin' to sleep!!!"
"Uh... sorry, suh!" Mazo mumbled.
The feeling of being fucked by Doggie was amazing.
You have to remember that Mazo was just a common plantation slave who was now fucked by an elite soldier! It was a great honor to him and he offered his body accordingly.
With no prudishness, only determination, he took the entirety of Doggie's cock into his ass and started coordinating his moves with those of Doggie.
Mazo reminded Doggie of an eager rookie soldier who wanted to learn and serve his superiors. All of Mazo's trust and attention were invested in Doggie at that very moment.
"Damn, boy, ye're so fuckin' horny!" Doggie whispered.
"I'se can't help it, suh! Muh cock is locked and I'se can't even fap!"
"Yeah, but rural chums like ye should learn to behave! I'se can't make a soldier out of ye if ye don't behave!"
"I'm behavin', suh! I'm behavin'!" Mazo promised, while Doggie's hot sperm gushed inside him, almost a gallon of it.
"Suck muh cock then, rookie!" Doggie said, taking his cock out of Mazo's ass and pointing it to his face.
"Yessuh!" Mazo said.
He went on his knees and started sucking. He had never felt so real in his life.
Then, lying in the warm embrace of Doggie, he tried to fall asleep under the night sky.
Mazo realized that he had wasted his chances in life. Instead of being sentenced to work in a mine, he wished he were a Dog Squad soldier. It was one of the highest positions a koru could aspire to. He would have looked amazing with a sword in his hand and a badass dog tattoo on his belly. Fate made it so however that he had to earn his keep through the sweat of his brow. His former Massa, Sir Jared, had elevated him for a while by making him his hunting dog, but Mazo ruined that too. His entire life was full of fuckups.
"Ye shouldn't love me!" Mazo said sobbing in Doggie's arms. "I'se a vile betrayur!"
"No, ye're not! Ye just did whut ye thought wuz good at the moment!" Doggie answered.
"No! I'se VILE! VILE!"
"Don't make me hit ye, boy!"
"Hit me! I'se deserve it, suh! I'se swear!
A sudden punch in the back almost made Mazo shit himself. This is how hard and unexpected it felt.
"Ye don't want me to hit ye more!" Doggie said. "Now sleep!"
The next day was another day of work for the slaves. They were exploited without mercy. The koru had no day off throughout the year, except for the Day of the Emperor when they had to prostrate themselves to the ground and pray to the ruler of the Black Empire as if he were a god. Hard work and servility were written in the koru's DNA.
As the overseers looked at Mazo working his ass off to double the quota, they wondered if this was what the next generation of koru would be like.