The Life of Koru, Chapter 55
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Sir Grandio, Lady Celeste, and Baron Lucius, once formidable and intimidating, now approached Sir Ishmael with a newfound respect and gratitude. Sir Grandio, still a bit groggy from the effects of zirikum, extended a hand in thanks.
"You saved our lives, Checkered Man!" he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "We owe you everything. As a token of our gratitude, we offer you slaves and vast plantation lands. Establish your new domain and join us in our empire!"
Sir Ishmael considered his offer, then said: "My concept of an empire is a bit different than yours. I want my slaves to live like free citizens and establish an autonomous republic within the Black Empire. They will vote for their representatives and self-govern, they will have the right to marry and establish families and they will be paid for their work. None of my slaves will wear collars and chains and I want the idea of a Meat Grinder as a form of torture to be abolished throughout the entire Colombia, not only my domain!"
"And how will your independent koru-governed state be called?" Sir Grandio asked.
"I have talked with the koru about this. I wanted to call it the Autonomous Republic of Free Koru, but they prefer the simple name Pupistan."
"Long live Pupistan then!" Lady Celeste said.
"Long live Pupistan!" Sir Grandio, Baron Lucius and the Checkered Man answered, as they raised their glasses of champagne.
Sir Ishmael moved swiftly in organizing his autonomous republic. He took his newly acquired slaves, almost 50 000 heads, into a region in Central Columbia formerly owned by Sir Grandio. The once oppressive plantations transformed into flourishing communities, where families could live in peace and prosperity. Every male koru was encouraged to marry a wumma. The koru would go to work on the plantations for a salary, while the wummses raised the pups.
Sir Ishmael implemented a primitive money system using glass beads. After every day of work, each koru was given a quantity of beads from zero to four, depending on how well he worked. They wore these beads on a string around their necks, so the beads were never lost or stolen.
Each koru used these beads to buy food, which was no longer given for free. A meal for him and his family had the cost of two beads, so he could have two meals every day if he was a very good worker. Or he could go to the wumma brothel to fuck. The Big Mamma of the brothel took him one bead for each fucking.
Sir Ishmael's state favored reward for merit and all the other capitalist values, while also ensuring that the basic needs of every citizen were met. Poor families were helped by the occasional distribution of food scraps. Every koru family received a small space where to build their hut. So in many ways, Pupistan also leaned towards socialism.
Sir Ishmael insisted on numerous occasions that he is not the Massa of these koru and they have to self-govern. Their "elections" looked more like wrestling tourneys, so that in the end the toughest most aggressive koru came on top as the "Big Bossuh" of the community.
One of the weird customs of the koru of Pupistan was that the Big Bossuh could fuck anyone's wife and it was more of an honor, than an insult. Big Bossuh could enter anyone's hut at any time and the koru inside had to watch his wife being fucked, while also kissing Big Bossuh's ass respectfully.
It was frustrating for Sir Ishmael to see that after all his efforts, the koru were still incurable savages. Their transition towards civilization looked more challenging than he had expected.
Having fled from the oppressive rule of Master Reginald, Peon now faced a different kind of tyranny under the rule of Dwarfissimo. While Master Eamon and his daughter were gone to the nearest town for leisure and business, Peon had to train for the next circus show under the careful supervision of his short overlord.
It was amazing how Dwarfissimo could make Peon yield to his every demand, despite having almost half his height. If Dwarfissimo asked Peon to walk on all fours like a dog and fetch sticks, Peon would do it. If Dwarfissimo asked Peon to present his asshole for fisting, Peon would do it. There was nothing too humiliating or too hard for Peon to do. And he would do it without a sign of protest.
"Dwarfissimo, can't you give him a break?" Amara pleaded one evening, watching as Peon struggled to maintain his balance on a high wire.
"No breaks until he gets it right!" Dwarfissimo replied, showing no trace of mercy. "Perfection is the only acceptable standard!"
It was at that moment that Peon started to wobble. His legs shook, and his arms flailed as he fought to regain his balance.
"You son of a bitch!" Dwarfissimo yelled. "Did I give you permission to do that? I'm gonna whip your hide!"
"Sorry, suh!" Peon said.
Amara felt sad for the boy. He was a good boy and he had proved it. A while ago, he had abstained from eating the cookies that were destined for her father. She now wanted to make some cookies for Peon.
It was early morning the next day, when Peon was shoveling large piles of elephant dung into the wheelbarrow. Dwarfissimo had given him the task of mucking the elephants' pen every day, and damn, did those circus elephants shit a lot!
Suddenly he heard some weird noises in the kitchen. There was a sweet smell of cookie dough and cinnamon, wafting through the air and drawing him closer with its inviting aroma. As he cautiously made his way to the source of the scent, he saw an unusual wumma. She was bending and twisting in ways that defied nature, as if she were made of dough. Her movements were fluid and graceful, a dance of sugar and spice that mesmerized Peon. She turned to him with a smile that warmed his heart, her eyes sparkling with the same golden hue as the baked treats that lined the kitchen counters. She was the most beautiful wumma Peon had ever seen!
"Umm... Hi there!" he said scratching his head.
"Go wash yerself, luver boy! Ye're full of elephant dung and I'se can't luve ye like that!" she said.
Peon jumped under a water hose as fast as he could and scrubbed his hide clean. He then picked some wildflowers to give to this new marvelous wumma.
"Flowers are nice, but they can neither be baked nor eaten!" she complained playfully.
"What's yer name, girl?" Peon asked.
She smiled broadly, rearranging her dough-made tresses, and said:
"Elastina!"