The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 72
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 72...
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Some times Basri was asked to continue to comply with the request of Queen Galimaya. Wrestling to fulfill the crazy desires of the beautiful woman repeatedly all night. Almost all the joints of the thin man were like a crumble of dim, drained of all the energy available, until he lay tired on a large soft bed scented with fragrant flowers. Strangely, although inwardly trying to resist, but ease the orgasm re-emerged once the spice returned to touch his personal area.
Basri was not fully aware. In the man's vision, Queen Galimaya was his own wife, Lastri. His brain had been frozen since drinking the contents of the antique cup that the woman had given him earlier. Even just a moment ago completed a great struggle on the bed there, slowly the leader of the creepy-faced creatures thrust the same drink as before.
“We finish tonight with warmth, Son of Man. Hihi,” said Queen Galimaya accompanied by a typical and annoying giggling. “Not how much longer the time leading up, the night will change days. That means, your task for now is done. You are free to go from here and return to your world there.”
“Lastri ...” sigh Basri in the midst of fatigue. Almost unable to lift his head to drink the antique cup made by Queen Galimaya. “Content with what you wanted last night, dear? A-I .. very tired, Lastri.”
“Hihi.” The woman laughed again. “Makanya ... you've had this to the end, so that your strength will recover, and you give me the satisfaction that it was.”
Basri. A puff of steam from inside the cup slightly inhaled refreshes the respiratory cavity, then gulps down the cold liquid until there is not a drop left.
It's magical!
Suddenly all of Basri's body felt lighter and able to move as usual. Pain in the joints also suddenly disappeared. Instantly he turned to Queen Galimaya beside him, grinning passionately, then rose straddling in a plain body condition.
“You want me again, Honey?” asked Basri while landing his tenth finger on the chest of the woman. Mixing slowly with stunning movements and able to make the eyes of Queen Galimaya culling chicken. “I'll make you unable to stand up again this time, Lastri. He-he.”
“Keep ... continue your movement, Son of Man,” the woman's pinta is accompanied by small sighs and hunting breaths. “Youreright. Make me helpless this last time. Aahhhh ..” A blaring arch began to emerge from his red ripe lips, accompanied by a down-turned pelvis restrained by the cutouts of the two bases of Basri's legs that were bent tightly occupied.
“He-he, of course, darling. Of course ... I will give you full satisfaction like never before,” Basri said then lowered his head, landing a kiss for the sake of a kiss on two twin buds, Basri said, it then descends slowly down the abdominal skin area and ends exactly a few inches below it.
“Aahhh!”
The second arch re-echoed filled the large room with walls of rocks for some time, then joined together with the accompaniment of familiar sounds recorded by the eardrum. Exactly like the lesakkan of a spring that penetrated bamboo shower repeatedly.
“Aaahhh! Aahhh!” queen Galimaya's screams were softened, but not one bit made Basri stop the lunge. He also enjoyed closing his eyes with his mouth open. The final peak of the expected struggle has not been any signs of greeting, until it is not aware if the sigh of the woman slowly changes like a hard snore.
“Why did you stop, Son of Man? Hi-hi.”
“Astrichesaa!” peeking Basri immediately retreated away with wide-eyed surprise. “For God's sake! K-you ... k-you .. why are you here, Kesih?!”
“Ayolah ... come back here. I really can't move anymore. Hi-hi!” said Queen Galimaya giggled to herself on the bed.
“No! Y-you .. aahhh!” Basri continued to incline away, even falling just like that from the top of the big bed. “God, damned creature!” the squealing man then tried to stand with the rest of the energy. Walk straight towards a black alcove which is the only main door in and out of the room. Several times his bare feet were scratched among the small rocks there, but did not discourage the intention to immediately move away from the body of Queen Galimaya.
“Son of Man, come back! Hi-hi!”
“Enggaakkk!” replied Basri continued to break through the pitch-black alcove in front. He was no longer willing to look even for a moment. The woman named Queen Galimaya has now changed into a form, no longer incarnate as a human like her. But now it is not like the corpse of Sukaesih wrapped in a shroud, complete with cotton patches filled some areas of the face.
It was true according to Basri's promise. Queen Galimaya had indeed made him unable to dwell anymore. Silently rigidly wrapped sheets of white seedy cloth and spread a stinging foul aroma, complete with themed twists amounting to four ties from the tip of the foot to perch at the limit of the head. Only part of his neck was slightly open, like the marks were forcibly snatched over the binders that previously existed.
The man continued to run and stagger through the blackened thick of the streets at every glance. He did not know and no longer cared, just wanted to swing step by step to get away from the disgusting form earlier.
“Ki Jarookkk! Ki Jarookk! Help me, Kiii!” basri's screams were calling out. “Keep me out of here right nowaaa!”
There was no answer whatsoever, except for the echoing sound from his own scream just now. Now it is confusion that has come under attack. There was not a single clue that could guide the steps. All in all black accompanied by a piercing cold to the pores.
“Akii! Tolooong! Ki Jaroookkk!”
DUK!
“Aaahhh!” basri screams in pain to find a hard impact hit the batok of his head. He staggered back, plunged into a stark naked state. Then his black gaze turned increasingly twisted, along with consciousness slowly like to be detached from memory.
BUKS!
Basri's body was sprawled in a shivering cold. Only a few moments, until then the feeble moaning endured the pain that whipped all over the body.
...SERIATE...