Orang Minyak!

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Orang Minyak!
Orang Minyak!
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Year: 2016
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Orang Minyak – The Malaysian rape demon has a new victim in his sights, an American Missionary. This lurid tale will have you on the edge of your seat as the monster from Malaysia defiles a pure soul, and in the process sinful secrets are revealed that might tear these sisters apart forever.
Max Swan
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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 the girls would be safe, with 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 five feet four tall and is nineteen years old.  The locals often called her, “Muka malaikat,” which means ‘Angel face’.

Her older sister Kate, who’s twenty-one, had an inner-strength that belied her age.  The locals called her, “Jiwa lama,” which means ‘old soul’.  She also had black hair but she kept it shorter, shoulder length. Kate had developed a tan from being in Malaysia, where Megan hadn’t.  She stood at five feet eight 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, and said, “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,” Megan said with her hands outstretched for emphasis.

Kate smiled at her sister. “It’s not cool to admit you like McDonald’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.”

“Not me.”

Kate sighed. “No, definitely not you,” Kate said, rolling her eyes.  “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 been good to her, and it made the transition much easier.  She decided, her sister’s 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 you’ll fall in love with a guy, you’ll remember this day.”

“The guys at college are gross, and the ones in our prayer group are boring and ugly,” Megan said with a pout.

Kate sighed, she sometimes forgets that her sister is immature for her age.  The product of overprotective parents afraid their porcelain doll may break, she thought bitterly.

“You want a boyfriend, even if you won’t admit it.”

“What can a guy give me the Lord can’t?” Megan said.

Kate laughed at her naive sister making Megan turn and stare out the window in an obvious attempt to ignore her.

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 pussy while thinking of men fucking her with huge cocks.  Several guys who came to the Mission around her age had sparked her interest too.  Yet 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, save yourself for marriage, don’t become a slut, and you’ll be fine.”

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

“Stop acting like a twelve-year-old, you’re nineteen now for heaven’s sake.”

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.  Water, she wondered?

As the front tires entered the black substance, they lost their grip and the car slid.  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 as if time slowed 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 after that.

 

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