Humping styles episode 6

PELE-DONA: UNPLAY REASONS
HUMPING STYLES
HUMP 6
The Author
“Oh, Ebo! Is it true? Tell me it’s not true, Ebo! Awooowww! Ebo Rhule, oh, no, oh nooooo!”
It was the voice of Daniel ‘Lasto’ Bannah, my best friend!
He came into view then, weeping in a heart-broken manner as he fell to his knees and gathered me into his arms.
“Oh, Ebo, Ebo, Ebo!” he wailed, his tears falling like the rains during Noah’s flood time, drenching my face completely. “I can’t believe it, Ebo! Why, why, why! Oh, Lord, whyyyyyyyy?”
Well, Daniel ‘Lasto’ Bannah was more of a brother than a friend, actually. We had grown up together in the same neighbourhood. He had come from a rich family, and I had come from a poor one. My father had rejected my mother and me, and left us to fend for ourselves. But Daniel and his parents had been good to us, bringing me and my Mom food and money that had staved off many a hunger attack.
We had been in the same schools, eventually.
Well, later on in life I began developing various software for computers and phones because God had blessed me with a great brain. By then, Daniel’s family had been in dire straits, staring at poverty.
I had become rich from my software development business at a young age, very rich, and of course I had never forgotten Daniel ‘Lasto’ Bannah and his family who had become very poor.
So the tables turned; I was in a situation to help them for all the good they had done me and my mother during our strife.
WARNING
I roped him into my company, and he benefitted, and was also comparatively rich because I paid him well.
And now he was holding me like a baby and wailing his head off, filled with pain. I tried to twitch, to even scratch or pinch him a tiny bit to show him that his brother was alive…but no, I couldn’t move even a minuscule bit!
Whatever had gone kein in my back still remained kein!
Heerh, Lasto, you’re suffocating me! Kaafei buulu, onu? I’m not dead, bro! You must know the Pele-Dona can’t be killed by a p*ssy, man! Tell them you want to be sure I’m dead so they should get a doctor to attend to me! Get me out of here, Lasto man! Please, my brother, ask for a doctor! Ask for a competent doctor for me, bro!
There were two men with him, telling him to take it easy, consoling him. At last Lasto dropped me and got to his feet.

“Get him out of here, please!” he said as his tears fell. “That is Ebo Rhule, the young genius, one of the greatest minds this country has ever produced! He is a star and a national figure, do you understand? I’ll inform his mother about his death. But I don’t want her to see him like this, please, when she comes to see him! Make him nice! Make my brother look nice! Do you understand?”
He took out his wallet as he walked away, bringing out a lot of money.
It struck me that Lasto had just passed a death sentence on me, and my terror escalated so much that I almost actually died at that moment!
Lasto, aboa bi ba, atse? You craze? Abodam anaa? What have you done, aboa like that? You just killed me completely! Make me nice, like what? What do you want them to do to me to make me nice? Wash me, or iron me? Do you know how these evil people make corpses nice? My friend, don’t say things you don’t know here, you hear? Tell them you have changed your mind! Don’t make me nice biara! I don’t wanna be nice, Lasto, Lasto…come back here, Lasto, you frog head!
But, alas, I couldn’t speak loudly, and my friend and brother left the mortuary after handing a lot of money over to the morticians.
Some minutes later some pair of hands lifted me off the floor onto a gurney, and they wheeled me away, eventually bringing me to a brightly-lit room that had so many gadgets and instruments that I scre-med shrilly within me!
Awoooo! I die finish! Oh, my dear Lord, what are these instruments? Are they instruments for making corpses nice? Oh, Lord! Are they going to cut into me? Maybe remove my intestines? Herh, Lasto, your head like Krobo Odum tree, you hear? What have you done to me? Oh, Lord, what is that instrument that looks like a drill? Awurade Nyankopon, gye me, Paapa! Oh, Awurade gye me!
They put me on a slab of stone, and then they brought a water hose near me! A young lady wearing a rubber coat and gloves, with mouth and nose guard, then approached me and hosed me down with a strong blast of water, and then she began to scrub me with a rough sponge!
But I was immune, and didn’t really feel pain, although my skin was beginning to feel some s-nsations. I had felt the absolute coldness of the mortuary floor to some extent, and it had gladdened my heart that maybe, just maybe, I was returning to the land of the living.
She rinsed the soapy water off me with a blast of such hot water that the wh0le place was covered with a thick cloud of steam vapour. Lucky I couldn’t feel the full blast! It just had a minor tingling effect on me.
Later she dried me, and then two men came to lift me up and put me on a metallic table.
The girl eventually came into view again. She had taken off the mask and raincoat, and was wearing a white coat. She still had the gloves on, though.
Smiling strangely, she stood by me and looked down at my face.
“Handsome boy with a good d*ck, and you’re taking it away like that,” she murmured as she took my hammer in her gloved hand, flicking it in several directons, here and there, here and there, upwards and sideways, rolling it like a rom-n Catholic bell! The way she was playing with my lance and my balls, I wouldn’t have been surprised if they had sounded bing-bong like the Catholic bell!
I had never in my life wanted so much to get a hærd-on like that moment in time, of course.
Yeah, baby, fondle it! Hold it, love it, play with it! Gimme a blowjob! Make me haaaaaard so that you foolish people will know that I’m not deaaaaaaad! Yeah, baby, go on! Don’t leave it! m-ssage it, pinch it, s-ck it baby, make me er-ct so that I’ll go home…don’t make me nice biaa…just gimme one frigging hærd-on to make the world know that I’m alive in here!
A moment later I heard a cool female voice.
“Rosina, stop playing with that d*ck, would you? Ugh, that is so gross!”
And then another woman came into view.
The girl called Rosina giggled.
“It’s a nice d*ck, Araba,” she said. “They said he was found in a hotel room. Died whilst screwing. What a way to die…after a good shagging! Don’t you wish you could conk out the same way?”
She laughed heartily. The one called Araba was older and running to fat, but had a pleasant beautiful face.
“Hmm, very sad,” Araba said. “A very sad way to meet your creator! What’s he going to tell the Lord when he sees Him?”
“That he got so high on the tide that he felt like coming to heaven,” Rosina said, and this time Araba smiled broadly.
“Stop fooling around, Rosina,” Araba said. “Respect the dead. He’s Ebo Rhule.”
“Jeeeeeezoz!” Rosina said with shock. “The computer man? Owner of E.Rhule Invents?”
“Yes, dear,” Araba said. “I’m going to embalm him, and make him look nice for his mother’s visit later in the day.”
Embalm?
Embalm me?
My heart flipped and smashed in,side me kabooom, kabooom, kabooom like Azumah Nelson pounding the hell out of Jeff Fenech in front of 30,000 scre-ming Australians in Melbourne Stadium!
Nooooooo! Don’t embalm me, Araba rough girl! Don’t do that, please don’t do that! I can hear you, and I can smell you a little now! I can see you! I’m not dead, Araba! I’m not dead! My senses are coming back slowly! Please, Araba, don’t cut me open! Don’t drill me! Don’t saw my stomach open, Araba, please, Araba…blood will flow! You’re going to murder me, Araba Nkuto or whatever the hell your surname is…I beg you, Araba! Look into my eyes, and you will see emotions, you will see fear, Araba…don’t cut-cut me, Araba, oh Araba…
“Oh, Araba, can I stay and watch this one?” Rosina asked with excitement. “I wanna watch. He’s so cute!”
Araba smiled.
“Yes, of course, I’ll take you through,” she said. “But get suited out first!”
They went out of my eyesight.
Dear Lord, if there’s going to be a miracle, let it come now, otherwise this woman, this descendant of Eve who recklessly and wickedly ate Your apple fruit, is going to cut me up, oh dear Lord! I don’t know embalming but I’ve heard they remove the intestines! God, is it true? God, I’ve sinned against you, but surely removal of intestines whilst I’m still alive is too much suffering for fornication, Lord. Please, don’t be cruel, Papa Nyame! I beg you, a small miracle wai, Paapa, my Father God Lord Jehovah Yahweh, small miracle bi keke wai…
And so I tried again…
I tried hærd to move a part of my body, to move my eye, to even fart, yes, give a loud, long fart….puuuuuuuuuuuuu!
But no, nothing doing!
I couldn’t even shed tears!
And, eventually the two wicked women came back into view, dressed in white coats, nose-guards, and gloves!
“First step, Rosina, we have a fresh corpse on our mortuary table, so we begin by elevating the head.”
I die finish…once head elevation come in,side then I die finish…awoooo Awurade…embalmment dey come start be that ooo! Lord of Hosts, Lord of Gods…save your son, for I’m helpless!
tbc