The Life of Koru, Chapter 16
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"I will ask you one more time, apes: where the fuck is that big-eared donkey?"
Sir Jared was livid. It was the first time since he took the job at Nnamani Plantations that he found a slave was missing. Having a slave escape was a shameful stain on his career and could even lead to him being rejected for a promotion.
"Suh, we'se don't know, suh..." Peon and Mulo said. "We'se didn't see him whole night."
"You don't know? You sleep in the same burrow with that pig, how come you don't know?"
"Why did you wait until the morning inspection?" Chief Mazi asked the slaves. "Why didn't you report immediately?"
"Suh Chief, we'se thought he'll come. We'se been asleep."
"ASLEEP?" Sir Jared yelled. "How could you be asleep, pigs, when you clearly saw that he was missing?"
"They are both guilty!" Sir Mazi decided. "I want these two apes to have their soles beaten with a club until they confess their guilt! As for that big-eared koru we will find him with the hounds!"
Hearing these words, Peon and Mulo were really scared. The hounds were the most terrifying thing on the plantation. They were cruel ferocious beasts trained to tear a koru into pieces and eat koru flesh. They could smell a koru from kilometers away.
For centuries, the Black Masters had perfected the breeds of dogs specialized in controlling the slaves. Some of these breeds included the Zambezi Titan, the Kalahari Hellhound and the Savannah Devil. They were all large aggressive dogs that could knock a koru off his feet if they jumped on him simultaneously. They liked to force a koru into submission -- on his knees, nose to the ground and trembling -- a position which they then exploited by taking his balls in their mouths and waiting for further instructions from the overseers. If the koru didn't take this position immediately, he was barked at and bitten. Every once in a while, the overseers threw a koru to them to be eaten alive. This was to maintain their appetite for koru flesh. It was by no means a tasty meal for these otherwise pampered dogs. After all, koru meat was all muscle and no fat. Nevertheless, the hounds were trained to consume it.
With the help of three other overseers, Sir Jared and Chief Mazi brought the hounds to the slave camp. Peon and Mulo showed them the place in the hut where Dumbo was usually sleeping and the hounds started to sniff it. It was said that each koru had a characteristic smell and this was true with Dumbo. His smell was poignant, cocky and virile, reminiscent of unwashed nakedness, sweat and cum. The hounds started to growl, instantly turning towards the trail of the fugitive.
"You go and find the big-eared ape!" Chief Mazi instructed the three overseers.
Then he turned to Sir Jared and pointed towards Mulo and Peon.
"Jared, you come with me to punish these two wrongdoers right now!"
"Alright!" Sir Jared exclaimed as he really loved bastinado.
The lights turned on, letting Sir Ishmael enter. Prof. Kumbaba's laboratory was enormous, but Ishmael didn't need to see much of it to understand he was inside a mad man's territory.
In the main room, hundreds of half-conscious male koru hung from giant hooks like pieces of meat ready to be experimented on. A mechanized system moved them around in a circle, lowering the slaves periodically in vats of water to wash them. They were then thrown in a small dark cabin, from which they emerged on conveyor belts hogtied and with leather straps in their mouths.
"This is just a packing mechanism," Prof. Kumbaba explained. "I like to send slaves to my friends all over the world and no packing is better than a hogtied koru in a square box."
In the next room, there were koru running inside hamster wheels, powering up electricity generators.
"I didn't know these kinds of mechanisms are even efficient..." Sir Ishmael said.
"Where do you get electricity from, young man? Do you still use fosil fuels?" Prof. Kumbaba laughed.
"My house is powered by wind and solar energy," Sir Ishmael explained.
"And what do you do when the wind doesn't blow or when you don't have materials for solar cell panels? Koru energy is the cheapest and most reliable! Look at them. They work like hamsters. FASTER, HAMSTERS, FASTER!"
In the next room, Sir Ishmael saw koru immobilized in restraint chairs, having electrodes attached to their heads and lasers scanning their shaved heads. According to Prof. Kumbaba, this was was a place where memories were erased, altered or replaced with other memories
"Why would this be useful, Professor?" Sir Ishmael asked.
"Well, memories shape the reality around us... We humans are defined by memories and so are the koru. For their own good, I want the koru to always remember their punitive lessons in a very vivid way, while at the same time I try to inhibit their more sentimental memories, as solidarity between these beasts should be discouraged..."
"So you basically want them to forget about their friends and live with permanent trauma!"
"As I said, it's for their own good."
After this, they passed through a very long corridor which only had closed doors that were labelled "Drug experiments", "Cryogenics", "Lobotomization", "Dissections", "Electro-shocks" and "Big muscle mass". Prof. Kumbaba only opened the last door to let Sir Ishmael see some enormously muscular koru brutes that had to turn a gigantic wheel.
"These are my buffalos!" Prof. Kumbaba said, proudly pointing to the creatures.
In the next room, some koru slaves were being prepared to be sent to Mars so they had to undergo no-gravity experiments in capsules in which they were basically floating in the air with their cocks and balls flapping.
"Oh, that's actually cool!" Sir Ishmael said. "What do they do when they reach Mars, Professor?"
"Umm... just regular maintenance work!" Prof. Kumbaba said. "I wouldn't worry about them!"
In another room you could see from above a large maze in which a koru was trapped and had to find his way out.
"He has been in this maze for three days and still hasn't found the exit!" Prof. Kumbaba chuckled.
"How so? I thought the koru can find their way even in the jungle and they rarely get lost."
"In the jungle yes, because of the scents, the sounds, the stars and so on. But in the lab? Look at him! He is a scared little mouse! He is basically running in circles at this point."
In one chamber, the slaves were prepared for mating with gorillas. They were immobilized in front of a giant screen with their eyelids held open by a device and were brainwashed with lurid pictures of gorilla buttocks flashing in front of their pupils in quick succession, while electrodes inside their asses pleasantly buzzed their prostates to make them associate the pictures with sexual pleasure. This had the effect of making them start to identify gorillas as extremely attractive, to the point where their cocks were hard and dripping when seeing one.
This was the place that Sir Ishmael found the most disturbing.
In another chamber the nipples of koru were pumped hard by piston devices to see if they started to cum. One of the endeavors of slave breeder-scientists was to have male koru lactate from their nipples -- not milk, but semen, hot thick virile semen that would spurt out when the koru worked or flexed his muscles. The slave breeders believed that this would make the koru look better in the eyes of the buyer as a potent animal that had not one, but three semen outlets. The koru would quite literally be like a cow ready to be milked of all its strength and energy through back-breaking labor in order to make the Black owner happy.
The piston devices attached to the nipples of the koru pumped hard and pumped for hours, until the nipples of the subjects were as big and long as their cocks, but still no cum was coming out.
"Wouldn't it be impractical for a work slave to be lactating while he works?" Sir Ishmael asked.
"Not really!" Prof. Kumbaba said. "The koru already sweats a lot when he works, why not make him leak some cum from his tits? It would certainly release some sexual tension so that he focuses better on his work. Also the koru is known to be a lewd ape. What better way to show it than with cumming nipples?"
Sir Ishmael felt like his stomach was churning.
He had seen enough horrors and his head was spinning because of all the intricate machinery that hummed and whirred around him with an otherworldly energy. Prof. Kumbaba made a courteous gesture and invited him to see the next thing.
"I haven't presented my last device to you, young man. I call it `The Changer'. It's a very interesting device and quite transformative. You get inside it like a handsome Black gentleman that you are, but do you know how you come out? Pasty and bleached from head to toe, your eyes turn to blue, your hair becomes yellow. You emerge like a koru, boy, like a fucking koru! That's what I intend to to do to all my enemies."
And saying this he violently pushed Sir Ishmael into the cabin box, a violence Sir Ishmael didn't think Prof. Kumbaba possessed. The cabin box was quite small and Sir Ishmael started to pound the door with his fists from inside.
"Hey, let me out!"
The idea of being turned into a koru seemed like the utmost horror. Sir Ishmael sympathized with the koru but by no mean wanted to be like these creatures who were after all ugly and white.
During this time, Prof. Kumbaba went to the technical board frantically moving levers and pushing buttons to prepare the transformation. And while doing this he yelled:
"I will sell you to a plantation, you fucker! You will work there like an ape, like a stupid ape! Nobody will believe you that you are a Black gentleman. Not when you look like a koru! You'll have the whip on your back all life, loser!"
And suddenly the machine started to power up.