THE OILY MAN

The sisters Kate and Megan Burrows were enjoying their stay in Malaysia. The Malaysian people seemed mostly friendly, and their work with a Christian mission had been rewarding. The young women had grown-up in Wisconsin, in the United States of America, and thought they were blessed because God had called them to serve in this manner. They felt even more blessed that their parents had agreed to let them go, because Kate is nineteen, and Megan is eighteen.

It took much reassurance from the Mission and their Pastor back home that the girls would be safe, and considerable begging from the girls too. Once the parents relented, the girls arrived in Malaysia less than two weeks later, and have now been there four months. They worked at a mission/church in Rawang called ‘The Holy Trinity Mission’, spreading the Gospel, and serving the community. Although the dominant religion in Malaysia is Islam, they tolerate many other religions being present.

Today they had taken some parishioner’s to Kuala Lumpur that needed medical treatment in the Missions station wagon. Kate had a license, and the Pastor at the Mission thought it would be a pleasant trip for them after all the work they had done. Megan especially had impressed him, as she seemed to develop a sincere rapport with people. As if she understood their suffering and needs, a child of God in innocence and beauty, the Pastor often thought of her. Megan had an elf-like face, almost translucent pale skin, long black hair, and a small frame standing one-hundred-and-sixty-five-centimeters tall. The locals often called her, “Muka malaikat,” which means ‘Angel face’.

Her older sister Kate, had an inner-strength that belied her age. The locals caller her, “Jiwa lama,” which means ‘old soul’. She also had black hair but she kept it shorter, shoulder length. Kate had developed a tan since being in Malaysia, where Megan hadn’t. She stood at one-hundred-and-seventy-five-centimeters tall, had a larger frame, and seemed more adept at physical labor. Both had a glow about them that made them pleasing to be near.

“It’s starting to get late,” Megan said, looking at her watch.

Kate had turned the headlights on already as the forest near Gombak had made the road dark once the sun began to get low in the sky. “Well, you wanted to stop and have McDonald’s,” Kate said, rolling her eyes.

Megan giggled. “Oh, what a treat, you enjoyed it.” Kate screwed her face for a moment, trying to decide whether she enjoyed it. Megan giggled again. “You had two Big Mac’s, for heaven’s sake.”

Kate smiled at her sister. “It’s not cool to admit you like MacDonald’s, you have to pretend you don’t like it. Didn’t anyone ever tell you that?”

“Pretend you don’t like it while shoveling it down your throat? That’s stupid, why lie about something you like?”

Kate shrugged. “Don’t know, that’s how people are back home.”

“We’re not home, though.”

Kate sighed. “No, but going to McDonald’s has made me feel homesick. Do you miss home?”

Megan thought for a moment. In truth, she didn’t miss home as much as she thought she would. People at the Mission had good to her, and it made the transition much easier. She decided that her sisters confession gave her more ammunition to tease her. “All you miss is kissy-kissy time with Ralph Pederson,” she said in petulant way.

“Oh, you little bitch,” Kate said with a frown. “One day when you meet a boy you like, you’ll remember this day.”

“Why would I want a smelly boy slobbering all over me?” Megan said with a pout.

Kate sighed, she sometimes forgets that her sister is still immature. “You want it, even if you won’t admit it.”

They traveled along in silence for a while. Megan had been thinking about what Kate said about her wanting to be with a man. It troubled her that those feelings indeed lurked under the surface, making it harder to stay true to her Lord. Sometimes in the darkness, alone in her bed, she’d enjoy rubbing her moist little pussy while thinking of men. Several guys that came to the Mission around her age had sparked her interest too. However much she prayed, the feelings wouldn’t go away.

Megan turned to Kate, and asked, “Kate, is it bad to want it?”

Now Kate laughed. “I knew it, you naughty girl,” she teased.

“Kate, I’m serious,” Megan said, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Relax, will ya,” Kate said, shaking her head. “It’s natural, it’s how God made us. So we’ll fall in love, marry, and have kids.”

“So I’m not bad for having these… feelings?”

“No, you save yourself for marriage, and don’t become a slut, you’ll be fine.”

“KATE! Don’t use that word, it’s bad,” Megan admonished her, making Kate smile broadly.

“Stop acting like a twelve-year-old.”

The car went silent again for several minutes. “So are you going to marry Ralph?”

That’s something Kate had been asking herself. Ralph wrote to her often since she arrived in Malaysia, begging her to come home. Ralph’s letters made her feel bad, because the last thing she wanted is to hurt his feelings. Things have gotten too intense in our romance, too real, and this trip has been a blessing in disguise, she told herself. Turning to her sister, she said, “I don’t…”

“LOOK OUT!” Megan suddenly screamed while grabbing the dashboard firmly.

Kate looked and spotted what looked like a large black puddle on the road. Is that water, she wondered?

As the front tires entered the black substance they slid in the slippery, greasy substance. The front of the car swerved out of control, throwing the back of the car around. The car began to spin in the oil slick, it felt like slow motion inside the car. The tires suddenly found traction and the car burst forward over the side of the road, and down a steep bank. The girls screamed in terror as the car careened into the forest. Suddenly, the car came to stop, hitting a tree. The last thing Megan heard is the sound of crunching metal, smashing glass, and her sister screaming in pain. Everything went black.

xxxxx

While Megan lay unconscious, she had some strange dreams. The first involved feeling as if she were being dragged over the ground. Opening her eyes, she could make out the canopy above and some stars. The next involved her sister Kate. Megan felt herself being lifted, and opened her eyes to see Kate’s face scrunched like she’s exerting effort. Her face looked dirty, and a black substance dripped off it. Even her hair seemed covered in the same black substance. Kate released her and she fell backward, hitting her head again and falling unconscious. When Megan eventually woke, the silence and darkness scared her. She tried to move, to find herself locked inside a box of some sort. Pulling her phone from her pocket and activating the screen, the inside of the box lit in a ghostly blue light.

She remembered the wagon had a large trunk the mission used to lock certain supplies in, so they wouldn’t get stolen. Sometimes it also had tools in it, which she felt beneath her. Pushing on the lid it wouldn’t open, and despite how hard she tried the trunk wouldn’t open. Why would Kate lock me inside this smelly trunk, she wondered? Taking a deep breath, she yelled, “KATE! KATE! LET ME OUT! KATE!”

She went silent and listened for a response, and all she heard is silence. Suddenly, a feeling of coldness passed over her making her shiver. Not actual coldness, but a spiritual coldness. The atmosphere in the trunk seemed heavy, and it pressed on her like a weight. Megan dialed Kate’s phone, and heard it ring outside and on her own phone. It rang out. Panting, as the darkness seemed to claw at her soul, she tried the number of the mission. The phone rang, and a male voice answered, “Hello?”

“Pastor John, it’s me Megan. We’ve had an accident on the road to Gombak,” she yelled.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” The Pastor said again.

She yelled again, “Pastor, it’s Megan!”

“Hello?”

After waiting for an answer, Pastor John hung up. Megan trembled all over, wondering why he couldn’t hear her. She dialed the number again and suddenly her phone went dark. “No! Not now, don’t die on me now,” she said in exasperation.

Try as she may, the phone wouldn’t turn on. Eventually, in frustration she threw it, and lay in the darkness panting. The coldness crept over her slowly, until eventually she began to become aware that isn’t alone. Getting excited for a moment, thinking maybe it’s someone who could help, she started banging on the trunk, and shouting for help as loud as she could. All she received for her efforts was more silence, the kind of silence that makes you scared. She slowed her breathing and concentrated on what she felt. She didn’t know how she knew, but an evil presence lingered over her, almost enveloping her. The trunk her only protection from a malevolent force that wanted her badly.

“Who’s out there? Speak to me,” she said in a trembling voice.

A deep voice suddenly spoke, “Come out, and let me help you.”

Megan didn’t know why, but something about the voice made her shiver. The darkness that lay beneath it, a cruelty born of anger and bitterness, and she knew that whomever this is, he didn’t want to help her. He wanted to hurt her. “Where’s my sister?”

“She’s here, she wants to help you.”

“Why doesn’t she speak to me?”

“She cannot speak.”

Tears streamed down Megan’s face. “Kate,” she whispered fearfully. Kate. Kate, she concentrated. The feeling of drowning came over her, drowning in a black oily ooze, and she felt pain. This thing… This monster is hurting her, she thought angrily. “LEAVE HER ALONE,” Megan screamed at the monster.

It sounded surprised when it asked, “How can you know I have her?”

“I can feel it.”

“Do you know why I have her?”

“There’s no reason, other than to amuse yourself,” Megan said hitting the wall of the trunk with her fist.

“Exactly, to amuse myself,” the monster said smugly.

Megan shook her head. “No, you thought it would amuse you, but it doesn’t. Your sins give you no satisfaction. They’ll never fill your great need.”

“I need nothing,” the monster said defensively.

“Let her go, she hasn’t harmed you,” Megan demanded.

“Come out, and I’ll let her go.”

It occurred to Megan that the monster didn’t know that Kate had locked her in the trunk. Somehow, it didn’t know it could merely open the trunk and take her. She decided that she had better keep that to herself. Kate is alive, she could sense it, and this monster wanted Megan more than anything, she could sense that too. It used Kate to try to coerce her into cooperating with it.

“You can’t hide your emptiness from me,” Megan said.

The monster laughed, a low guttural laugh. “Your suffering amuses me.”

“Yet the emptiness remains, and you’re so alone,” Megan said, feeling it react and knowing it’s her way to fight the monster.

The monster though seemed indifferent to her comment, and said, “I am alone.”

“Is this why you do this? Why you…” A vision filled her mind of this creature raping and torturing young women. The women were virgins, attacked by this oily creature, and sometimes killed. The realization of what this creature wanted from her made her tremble even harder. She swallowed hard, and said, “Is this why you rape virgins?”

“He cast me down and left me to endure alone. It’s his fault that these women suffer,” the monster said.

“God has punished you?”

“Yes.”

“He punished you with loneliness?”

“Yet here I am.”

“I pity you,” Megan said with genuine care. To be so cut-off from God that it has driven this creature to do unspeakable sins. Something she’s seen repeatedly in her short life.

The trunk began to shake violently, causing her to gasp and hold on to the sides with both hands. “Save your pity for yourself,” the monster shouted in anger.

Megan felt a surge of pain, however, the pain didn’t come from her, and it came from Kate. She let out a loud sob as images of the demon torturing her sister filled her mind. She clasped her hands to her head, and screamed. Trying to free herself from the horrifying images of the demon mauling her sister, scratching, cutting, and beating her. As her fear and torment grew, Megan screamed, “LEAVE HER ALONE!”

The torment stopped, causing Megan’s body to relax, and she lay panting in mental exhaustion. The demon finally asked, “Why should I let her go?”

Megan said in defeat, “I can only offer myself so you’ll spare her.”

“Would you give yourself for her? Could you give that much?”

“Yes, without hesitation. She’s my sister, if you leave her alone I’ll give myself to you,” Megan said wiping the tears from her eyes.

“Come out,” the demon demanded.

Megan felt for her phone again, thinking maybe she could call someone once she left the trunk. Feeling around in the dark she came across a long, round, cylindrical object and her instincts told her to keep it. Placing it on her chest, she felt again for her phone and found it. Turning it on, she used the light to look at the cylindrical object to discover it’s a road flare. She immediately had an idea, and thanked God for the inspiration. She put the flare inside her pants waist at her back, and slid the phone into her pocket. Taking a moment to pray once more, she called out, “OK, I’ll come out now. You have to unlock the trunk, though. Slide the bolt across on the side.”

A silence hung in the air, she sensed the demons frustration as it realized it could have released her all this time. Megan heard the bolt slide across, and after taking a deep breath, she pushed the lid and sat up looking out. The darkness of the night made it difficult to see much. She put her hand on the edge feeling the slimy ooze from where the demon had touched. Pushing herself, she climbed out and stood looking around frantically for her sister. A body moved, and moaned near her and she ran to it. “Kate! Kate!” She called, falling to her knees.

The body looked covered in the same slimy ooze that the trunk had on it, and she cleaned the face and held her phone to illuminate it. With relief, she said, “Oh Kate, Praise the Lord.”

The presence of the demon grabbed her attention again. Looking toward the trees, she noticed a dark outline of a figure. Not exactly like a man, but tall, easily more than six feet. Two red-eyes, like lights stared at her malevolently, unblinking. The oily substance that covered everything around her hung off it like a black cloak, constantly running down to its feet like an endless fountain. Her body trembled, even her chin shook, as she realized the magnitude of what she promised the demon. Trying to delay it, she asked, “W-Why d-did G-God b-banish you?”

Megan sensed its anger grow to rage. “I was fooled by Lucifer. He told me we would unite and confront God to discover why human beings had been given higher status than angels in his kingdom.”

“But Lucifer’s plan was to overthrow God, and rule,” Megan said.

“So I discovered later, but God punished me just the same, and here I am,” the demon said with palpable bitterness.

Megan suddenly had a revelation, the demon lied to itself about the reasons for its punishment. “You can’t blame Lucifer for this, it’s your own fault.”

“Nooooo,” the demon screamed. “He lied, the morning star lied.”

“You were blessed above all creation. You saw his face, heard his voice, and felt his love and power. Yet you had no faith, that’s why God punished you,” Megan accused.

The demon lunged at her, screaming, “LIAR! LIAR! LIAR!”

Megan reached for the flare and activated it making a bright yellow plume of light and heat appear from the end. However, the demon moved with a speed that surprised her, and she felt a hand slap her face with so much force she went flying through the air with the flare. She hit her head hard on the ground and passed out.

xxxxx

Through the haze of semi-consciousness she felt her clothes ripping from her body, and it brought her back to her senses. The oily man stood above her clawing at her clothes, ripping them, and discarding them. Megan felt around her with her hands, but her pants were gone, so were her panties. The oily man loomed, no longer a blob of black slime, he had taken a near human form. The eyes still glowed a cold unblinking redness that pierced her soul, making her turn away in fear. “You are mine,” he whispered in a deep, raspy voice.

She looked at his face, covered in a dark oily substance but she could see his nose and mouth. He had pointy ears, sharp-looking teeth, and a bald head covered in black oil. His body looked muscular, and his cock looked enormous to her. He still looked covered in a thin coating of black oil. “Why are you doing this? It won’t make you happy and you know it,” Megan said.

“Revenge,” the oily man whispered.

A long tongue snaked out of his mouth, licking her nipple. “How is raping me revenge?”

The oily man snapped his head back in a laugh. “He’ll suffer knowing one of his beloved is defiled. I’ll drink your purity like fine wine, and fill you with vileness in its place.”

“And stack punishment on yourself. Why not repent, and ask him for forgiveness?”

“I’m beyond salvation, my legacy will be destruction,” the oily man said.

“But…” she began, however, he pulled her to a sitting position and his large penis startled her again. The penis looked erect to her, and though she had seen pictures of a man’s penis before this one looked slightly different. The shape of it reminded her more like a horse’s penis she had seen on her Uncle’s farm.

“Suck my cock, you slut,” the demon barked, pushing his member against her lips.

Megan pulled her head back, and asked, “What is your name, demon?”

“People here call me Orang Minyak, but my real name I won’t tell the likes of you. Now suck my cock, bitch,” he said pushing his cock head to her mouth firmly. “Open your mouth and take my cock, whore!”

Lord, help me, Megan prayed. The oily man pushed his cock against her lips hard and eventually it entered her mouth. He pushed it deep down her throat, making her gag and cough. Hid cock tasted rank, the odor of his body filled her senses too, making her stomach churn and bile rise. Orang Minyak didn’t care for her discomfort. He wanted Megan to taste and feel his defilement of her, and to experience her fear. Oily hands grabbed her by the back of the head and he began to slow fuck her mouth with his horse-like cock. Each time going deeper as she began to adjust to the size. Megan took quick breaths as his penis withdrew. Large globules of saliva obscenely hung from her chin as Orang Minyak raped her mouth, his large balls slapping her chin with each thrust.

He pulled his cock out, pulling it back and dropped his ball sack into her mouth. “Suck my balls, like a good whore,” Orang Minyak cooed enthusiastically.

If she thought his cock tasted rank, words may not describe the vileness of his balls. He looked down at her pretty face as she took them in her mouth grimacing, and sucked on them. Suddenly, she bit hard on his testicles in an act of defiance. Orang Minyak laughed at her attempt to hurt him. “Bite it some more, slut. I like it rough, and I’m glad you do too, because that’s what I have planned for you.”

She bit harder, but it didn’t seem to hurt him. If anything, it made his dick squirt precum on her face. He pulled his balls out of her mouth and slid his thick cock inside, and began to fuck her head less gently than before. Megan found it harder to get a breath this time as he moved too quickly. He even managed to get all nine-inches of his cock down her throat, holding it there so she couldn’t breath. Megan squirmed and as she looked ready to pass out, he pulled his cock out making her take a deep gasp of air. He fucked her mouth again, and repeated, holding his cock inside her. Once he pulled out, she coughed and vomited at his feet making him laugh. Again he started fucking her mouth, holding her head firmly between his hands. Once he had worked all nine-inches of his cock down her throat, he stopped and grunted loudly.

Megan felt something horrid running down her gullet. Some of it exploded backward into her mouth. What is this foul thing, she wondered? She felt faint again, and the oily man pulled his cock out shooting a white substance on her face as he did. “Ahhhhhh, oh that feels so good. You’re a good cocksucker,” Orang Minyak moaned.

Wiping her face with her hand, she looked at the substance and realised it’s his seed, his cum. Tears ran down her cheeks, making Orang Minyak laugh at her. “Good, your pain arouses me even more,” he said. “Soon you’ll know the feel of my cock in all your holes, something that you’ll remember forever.”

“Please, stop this evil,” Megan begged.

“Where’s your precious God now, whore. See how little he cares for you?”

She took a deep breath and shook her head defiantly. “He’ll give me strength to endure your foulness, and heal me once you’re done.”

Orang Minyak slapped her face hard, making her fall to the ground with a scream. “There’s only one place for such a dirty tongue,” he said. He pulled her on her back and promptly sat on her face. “Lick my ass like a dirty dog.” Megan struggled beneath him, however, he grabbed her nipples pinching them hard and making her squeal. “The faster you lick, the sooner your punishment ends,” he said.

She gave in, and poked her tongue into his ass, tasting more foulness than she thought possible. The stench reminded her of a pit toilet, but she licked it dutifully as she could, hoping Orang Minyak would grow bored with his game. She prayed in her mind for the Lord to give her strength to endure the monsters attack. Eventually, Orang Minyak had enough of her rimming efforts and stood. She wiped her mouth with her arm, spitting out as much foulness as she could. Orang Minyak grabbed her and rolled her on her stomach, she didn’t resist knowing it to be futile. His hands grasped her firm butt cheeks and pulled them apart. He said loudly, “Now it’s my turn to taste you.”

Megan looked back wide-eyed, “No!”

Orang Minyak laughed and knelt behind her, first sniffing her anal cherry, followed by his long tongue digging into her, wriggling about, and lavishing her anus and taint. Megan squirmed and groaned as his tongue felt rough. A sudden pressure exerted itself against her rectum, and as she turned Orang Minyak slid a finger inside her and started finger fucking her ass. “No, that’s so gross,” Megan protested, but the oily man ignored her.

Two fingers entered her, making her grunt with pain. Her anus burning as if it were on fire, as three fingers stretched it even more. Orang Minyak pulled out and watched her anus gape, enjoying the view. His tongue raked inside her anus, tasting her, but making Megan shiver all over. He quickly moved and in moments his thick cock pushed against her newly stretched rectum. Much thicker than three fingers, and Megan wondered how he could even think he’d fit inside her ass. Orang Minyak pushed, and felt her ass give way to his cock and slid it inside her body. Megan screamed in pain as her rectum stretched beyond anything it had ever had to endure. Blood trickled down her taint as she tore slightly from the huge cock pressing her.

Orang Minyak enjoyed her pain, he reveled in it. Megan is a pure soul, and beloved by God, he could sense it. Not like her sister, whose secrets marked her as a sinner, despite how she may act. Looking at his latest victim in the spiritual sense, he could see her resolve weaken, and the darkness of his deeds begins to destroy her purity. Purity is like virginity, he thought, once it’s gone, it’s gone forever. The thought filled him with satisfaction. Her purity would feed him for a long time. At last he reached full immersion inside her, he paused, feeling her body wrap around his cock, and how Megan squirmed and grunted in pain at how he stretched her.

“I have impaled you,” Orang Minyak said triumphantly.

Megan looked back, tears running down her face like a river of sorrow. “Please, it hurts… It hurts so much,” she begged.

The oily man laughed. He loved how they begged him. “Your sorrow has only begun, whore.”

Placing his hands on the ground next to her, he began a motion like push-ups. His big cock pulled out of her ass, the friction causing her pain. As she thought the ordeal is over, he plunged his cock back inside her again with a loud grunt. Her response to scream in pain. So the fucking began this way, slowly and deliberately at first. Each thrust hard to cause maximum discomfort for her, and to enjoy her warm insides wrapping around his long cock. Strangely, for Megan, the sensation of pain lessened after a few minutes, and instead the friction of his cock rubbing against her anus began to feel pleasurable. The sensation of fullness inside her and the friction of his fucking made her stomach grow tight, and her clitoris to heat.

To her surprise, she found herself reaching under and rubbing her clit as the demons thick cock fucked her ass. Her guilt pricked her, and she removed her hand. I mustn’t enjoy it, she thought. I can’t let this monster win. The more her ass stretched around his thick pole, the more the friction caused her pleasure, and the pain eased. Orang Minyak sensed her inner struggle, the battle between the spirit and the flesh. A battle as old as life. He laughed, tasting her purity as it ebbed away from her and into him, feeding him, and making him feel strong. He pulled her waist up so his balls slapped her vagina. Each impact on her clit from his hairy balls sent little jolts of pleasure through her. Her body felt so alive.

Eventually, she heard the demon grunt, and he suddenly stopped, holding his cock deep inside her. As deep as he could go, and blew another load of semen in her. She didn’t know how, but she felt a pulsation in her body that didn’t come from her. Megan knew it had to be his cock. After some seconds, which felt an eternity to Megan, the monster pulled out with a loud sigh. His strong hands grabbed her shoulders, spinning her around to face him. His cold red eyes looking at her with contempt. “Clean my cock, slut,” he commanded.

Megan looked at his still hard member, to see it had cum on the end dripping off it. However, the sight of shit made her feel sick. Her shit had covered his cock, and now he demanded she clean it. Knowing he means with her mouth. “Lick my dick clean,” he demanded again.

Fresh tears ran down her cheeks as she leaned close and began to lick his cock. First she licked cum off his knob, followed by the shaft, she dutifully swallowed the shit. The feces tasted bitter, made her gag, but she did it quickly to get it finished. As she licked and sucked on his cock, she felt with her hand a rock and began to wonder about using it as a weapon. Grasping the rock firmly, she lifted it, and struck the demon in the stomach as hard as she could. Orang Minyak recoiled in a groan, clasping his stomach with his hands. Megan took her chance and jumped to her feet and began to run. For a moment she thought she had succeeded, the trees were getting close. Despairingly, the demon moved with a supernatural quickness, and in a blink stood in front of her. Nooooo, she screamed in her mind. She grimaced, and braced herself as his fist hit her squarely on the cheek. Megan fell to the ground hard, losing consciousness.

xxxxx

Megan had a dream while she lay unconscious, she had a dream of a particular childhood memory. When eight, the family pet a dog called Buster had been killed by a car because someone left the gate open and it got out of the yard. She remembered how initially she had been blamed for it. Her mother’s words scathing, and in her dream she seemed impossibly large, her face pale, a deep frown and down turned mouth. “Do you realise what you’ve done?” Young Megan stared at her, tears running down her cheeks. “You’re to blame for killing Buster, one of God’s precious creatures. It’s all your fault. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Megan remembered how awful she felt, how guilty, although she felt positive she hadn’t left the gate open. Although maybe she did. She couldn’t be sure, but if she did she knew it to be an accident. “I’m sorry, Mommy,” is all she could say.

“Sorry! Sorry? Buster is dead because of YOU,” her mother’s anger like a volcano before it erupts, and her hand raised to strike Megan down.

As her mother’s hand were about to strike her, the dream shifted, and she stood in the back yard with Kate her older sister. Kate had a pink backpack, grabbed her hand and said, “We have to go.”

“Go where?”

Kate looked around in jerky movements and wide-eyed. “Mommy is coming to get us. We have to escape, you and me.”

“Why is Mommy coming to get us?” Megan asked innocently.

“It’s unimportant, but we’re sisters and we have to stick together. Right?”

Megan nodded, knowing that sometimes Kate’s idea of ‘sticking together’ is only used when it suited Kate. They left and ran down the streets, hiding from their parents for hours who came looking for them. When night came they ate honey sandwiches Kate had packed in her backpack, hiding at a park. In the morning, a man found them asleep under some trees and they were taken home. Megan’s mother seemed simultaneously happy and angry to see them that morning. However, once they got home she yelled at Kate. That’s when Megan learned the truth about Busters death. Kate had left the gate open, she admitted it, and she admitted she said Megan did it. Kate lied about me, Megan thought as she listened? Kate betrayed me!

xxxxx

Feeling her body being dragged over the ground, Megan opened her eyes. Orang Minyak pulled her limp form back into the clearing, stopped and let go of her leg. Turning he said, “Running from me is such a stupid thing to do. It makes me angry… Makes me want to hurt you.”

His arm abnormally stretched longer and Orang Minyak slapped her face hard making her scream in pain. “Hurting me doesn’t give you pleasure,” Megan said looking at him while rubbing her cheek. “None of this gives you real pleasure. The deep emptiness you feel returns when your orgasm has abated.”

Orang Minyak smiled weakly. “God has made me this way. I need to feed on your purity, the sex is the best way to get it from you.” He started stroking his cock as she watched. “I sense your desire for my cock, you slut. The sin of Eve lives in all women, the sin of lust.”

Megan’s eyes narrowed and she smiled wryly, “A lake of fire is where you’ll end. Eternal punishment awaits you, with Lucifer and all the fallen ones.”

Orang Minyak’s face screwed in anger, and he jumped on top of her, his face an inch from hers. “We’ll be there together, slut. Your God will desert you too, after this.”

She sobbed. The thought of God abandoning her like this evil creature filled her with palpable fear. As the demons red eyes stared into her soul causing her to doubt herself, a feeling suddenly washed over her and she began to laugh. Orang Minyak frowned, asking, “What’s so funny, whore?”

“By HIS blood, I will be cleansed and made righteous before God,” she said.

The demon seemed uncertain, asking, “What rubbish is this?”

“By the blood of the lamb, the Son of God, I will have forgiveness for what sin you’ve defiled me with.”

Orang Minyak looked confused. “The Son? He has come?”

“Yes, and he will come again at the end of times,” Megan declared.

The demon frowned deeply, thinking about Megan had told him. She realised that the demon had been here so long that he didn’t know that God had enacted his holy plan to save creation. None of his victims had told him, too afraid to speak to him. They endured his anger at God through his sex acts. The lust of Eve may still live in me, she thought, but the motherly spirit of Mary also lives in me. Lives in all the women he stole purity from, and they endured his wrath with love, as women endure such things in men too.

Orang Minyak growled loudly as the truth of what Megan said grew in his understanding. The Father had not only abandoned him to this wretched existence, he had also set in motion a plan to save the human beings the demon despised. The angels are still the second-class citizens of heaven, the issue that caused him to join Lucifer’s army. “If my time is short before the final punishment, best I make the most of it,” the oily man said.

“What does that mean?”

He didn’t answer, however, he began to move his hips in a manner that made his hard cock rub on her pussy. The stimulation of his cock rubbing her clitoris caused heat to grow in pussy, and radiate through her body. Not physical heat, a sexual heat that inflamed her flesh, made her breath harder, and moan slightly. “Good, your savior sits on his hands while I take everything from you,” Orang Minyak purred.

He reached down between their bodies and grabbed his dick, positioning it over her vaginal opening. With a forceful push, his cock entered her tearing her hymen apart, ripping it, as he penetrated her deeply. Megan screamed in pain, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Her head thrashing from side to side with eyes clenched shut. She shouted, “It hurts! It hurts!”

Orang Minyak cared little for her pain, as his thick cock stretched her tight virgin pussy. Her blood coating his cock, he absorbed it into his body. “Your purity is now mine, slut,” he moaned with pleasure.

“So big… So BIG!” Megan moaned.

He continued to fuck her hard, pushing his cock as deep as he could go with each painful thrust. Going deeper as her vagina stretched to accommodate his thick cock. Beneath the pain, Megan began to feel pleasure as well. Different from how her anus felt when he fucked her virgin ass, and different from how her clitoris felt when she masturbated. The friction of his dick inside her vagina began to create a new sensation she had never felt. Added to this, his body glided over her rubbing and vibrating her clitoris. The pain began to disappear, and eventually she moaned with arousal. A light sweat breaking out all over her body, and she wrapped her legs around his waist so she could devour his cock with her pussy.

Orang Minyak fucked her like someone who knew how to appreciate a pussy. He varied his pace, angle, and pressure constantly, driving Megan toward an orgasm she never knew possible. He grunted and cooed in her ear, and she responded with loud moans. The sound of fucking filled the clearance. Megan belonged to the demon now. Orang Minyak played her body like an instrument until both suddenly grunted, shouting in unison. Orgasm rippled through them, wave after wave of shocking pleasure tore through their bodies. The demon filled her vagina with its cum, she accepted it. Once the intense feelings settled, she lay exhausted on the ground while Orang Minyak stood above her.

His cold red eyes looking at her, a slight smile on his face. “I will remember you,” he said, and bowed.

She felt herself starting to fall into a deep sleep. The demon looked as if it were fading, so she asked weakly, “Where are you going?”

“Only the pure can know me,” he said, almost sadly.

As she fell asleep, he disappeared into the air.

xxxxx
A male voice suddenly shouted, “She’s over here!”

Megan opened her eyes slightly to find the brightness of the morning harsh on her, so she closed them again. Her body felt stiff and sore, especially her ass and pussy, and her mouth so dry she couldn’t speak. She felt herself being shaken, and a man in a Malaysian accent saying, “Miss? Miss? Can you hear me?”

Opening her eyes the man’s face looked in shadow, giving her a start. She asked in a croaky voice, “Orang? Is that you?”

The man looked away from her, and she turned her head to see another man standing next to her. A man dressed in a dark-blue police uniform. He had a kindly face, and to her surprise, he started unbuttoning his shirt. “Give her some water,” the man ordered the officer kneeling next to her.

The officer helped her sit up and held a canteen to her lips with water. The taste and coolness revived her even further. The officer who took his shirt off suddenly draped it around her shoulders. They helped her into the sleeves and did up the buttons. Megan felt like a rag doll, and her mind foggy. Eventually she asked, “Kate? Is she alright?”

The officer now in a white singlet said, “She’s been taken to Kuala Lumpur General Hospital. But she’s fine. You’ll be with her soon.”

“Thanks,” Megan whispered.

The other officer asked, “What happened here, Miss?”

She clenched her eyes shut, and a sob burst from her. “I was raped,” she said with tears.

“I’ll take her back to the road,” the officer in the singlet said, “You look around here for clues.”

“Yes, sir,” the officer responded.

The singlet officer scooped her into his arms and lifted her. “I’ll send others to help you, don’t fuck up the crime scene.”

With a curt nod the policeman said, “Yes, sir.”

As he gingerly carried her back to the road, he asked, “Do you know who raped you?”

“He called himself Orang Minyak,” she said.

The officer looked at her wide-eyed for a moment, and remained quiet for the rest of the journey. Eventually, he left the tree line to where the mission car had hit the tree. People were everywhere, and when the two emerged a shout brought several men running to them. One took her from the policeman’s arms, and placed her on an ambulance gurney. They began to take her blood pressure, and ask her questions about where she is and so forth. Once they were satisfied her health isn’t severely compromised, they began to strap her on the gurney. A familiar but worried looking face stepped forward, Pastor John. “Oh Megan, Praise the Lord you’re safe now,” he gushed, with tears in his eyes.

“Is Kate alright?”

“Yes, Mary is with her at the hospital. I’ll follow you down in the car. The ambulance men will take good care of you,” he said stroking her forehead.

“Sorry about the car,” she said sheepishly.

He rolled his eyes, and said, “I don’t care about that. So long as you two are unharmed, that’s all that matters.”

Megan nodded, and with that they put her in the Ambulance and they left.

xxxxx

The Paramedics gave her a sedative and she fell asleep. She woke in a two bed hospital room laying in a bed. Her body had been washed, and she wore a hospital gown. Next to her lay an old woman, watching her. She smiled sweetly at Megan, and said, “I thought you might never wake, dear.”

Megan noticed a clock on the wall that read eight p.m., and asked, “How long have I been here?”

“They brought you in before lunch, are you OK?”

She pushed herself up, and said, “I feel like… I’ve been hit by a truck.”

The woman chuckled warmly, saying, “I heard you hit a tree actually.”

Suddenly, Kate burst into the room running to Megan’s bedside crying, “Megan, Oh praise God, you’re awake.”

The girls hugged, cried in each other’s arms, feeling relieved to be reunited. Megan had been worrying about her sister all along. She feared that Orang Minyak had raped her too, despite his promise to leave her alone. So she asked, “Are you OK? Did he hurt you?”

“Nobody hurt me, what are you talking about?”

Megan felt relieved because Kate’s ignorance means Orang Minyak did leave her alone, like he promised. “Why did you put me in the trunk?”

Kate shrugged. “I heard an animal growling in the trees, so I thought you’d be safer in the trunk. Scared the life out of me, I’ve never heard such a vicious snarl.”

“So what happened to you?”

Kate paused, thinking. “I don’t know. I can’t remember anything after I put you in the trunk till they found me this morning.”

“That’s weird,” Megan said.

“The doctor said I probably hit my head hard in the crash and passed out from a delayed concussion.”

Megan hugged her again, holding her tightly, saying, “I’m glad you’re OK.”

Kate pushed herself free and looked at Megan with a frown. “What about you? The police are saying you were raped. Is it true?”

Megan nodded, wiping tears from her eyes. “Yes, Orang Minyak raped me.”

Suddenly the old lady in the bed next to her gasped, and Megan looked at her. The old lady looked away, coughing, so she thought it must’ve been the reason for her gasp and ignored her. They talked for about an hour when a nurse came and told Kate she had to leave. After Kate had left, Megan contemplated what happened to her. Eventually she said loudly to the old woman, “You know about Orang Minyak, don’t you?”

The old woman rolled over, looking at her with dark eyes and troubled face. “I know him only too well, all know of him in Malaysia.”

Megan nodded, she sensed the old woman spoke the truth. “What I don’t understand is why he left my sister alone?”

The old woman smiled knowingly, saying, “He never touches women who have already lost their virginity. Legend says that non-virgin women can’t even see him.”

Megan frowned deeply. “But Kate is a virgin, she told me.”

“I don’t want to upset you, but if she’s a virgin, Orang Minyak would’ve raped her. There’s no exceptions.”

“No, it can’t be,” Megan said, rolling over so her back is to the old lady.

“I’m sorry child, I didn’t mean to upset you,” the old lady said.

Megan said nothing, with tears running down her cheeks, she knew the old lady had been true in her words. She remembered Kate telling her how Ralph had been writing to beg her to come home. How the idea to come on this trip had been Kate’s, and had happened unexpectedly. The truth revealed itself to her, shocking her, making her feel sad and angry. Kate isn’t a virgin as she had claimed, Megan knew that now. This trip to the Mission is a repeat of the dog/gate incident. Kate had sex with Ralph, felt guilty about it, and ran away to Malaysia dragging her little sister with her. Lying to her about her reasons. Kate’s sin had set her up to be raped by a demon.

Megan cried, and prayed furiously to her Lord for forgiveness for Kate, and herself. Part of her felt angry at Kate, however, eventually she decided that confronting Kate about how her sins led to the rape would only cause her overwhelming guilt in her. To Megan that sounded like revenge, another sin. With a deep sigh she thought, Sin leads to more sin, before long we have wondered so far from God’s path that we’ve become lost. Best I leave it to the Lord. So she prayed.

xxxxx

Much later that night, Megan noticed the old lady still awake, so she asked, “How do you get over such a thing?”

Tears filled the old woman’s eyes. “I don’t think any woman ‘gets over’ being raped. All we can do is bear it, and get on with life.”

“You seem like a wise woman,” Megan said with a smile.

“Life stops for no one, and if you try to stop it by feeling sorry for yourself you’ll only hurt yourself more.”

“I suppose,” Megan said, not believing her. “Why do you think God allows him to do this?”

“Maybe God allows it because he feels sorry for him. Maybe it’s a test for us, like Job. The mind of God is difficult for mortals to understand.”

“I sensed his reason for raping is revenge and loneliness,” Megan said sadly. “Abandoned by God and the angels, the only pleasure he gets is sexual.”

The old woman nodded. “I suggest you devote your recovery to prayer, so the Lord can guide you down the right path. The sex you’ve had can lead you to temptations more vile than Orang has put you through.”

“Yes, I know, I’ll need to be strong,” she said. “Oh… Thanks for being honest with me before, I’m sorry I…”

“Don’t be silly, child, there’s no need to apologize for being human.”

Megan nodded, turned out her light and said, “Good night.”

“Good night, sweet child, and remember the Lord is with you. He loves you and cherishes you.”

Suddenly, Megan felt a warm glow over her body, and she nestled into it. Falling asleep, thinking, I love HIM, too.

xxxxx

In the morning the nurse woke her with pills and breakfast. Megan looked toward the old woman to find the bed empty and made. “Oh, nurse, where’s the old lady gone?”

The nurse frowned, looked at the empty bed, and asked, “What old lady?”

Megan’s eyes widened, as she said, “The lady who was in that bed yesterday… Last night… I talked to her.”

“Megan, I can assure there’s never been anyone in that bed. You must’ve dreamed it,” the nurse said.

THE END