Camilla Ch. 076

As all three incubi were fucking her three holes, she looked up at Mr. Grisham, gleefully letting his cock slide in and out of her mouth. His face, already similar-looking to her father's, often changed into Agape's face, then back to Grisham's again. Though these transformations aroused her and made her want her father all the more, she couldn't stop feeling guilty about what had happened to those three teachers.

She pulled Grisham's cock out of her mouth with a popping sound, then said, "I'm...so sorry...about what happened. Ah!" She put his cock back in her mouth and sucked away again.

"It wasn't...your fault," Grisham said in sighs. "The masked men got...us horny...on the buses. Unh!"

She could hear the grotesque laughing of the masked Satanists, who were standing in a circle surrounding the four lovers.

"Don't be...scared of...us, Camilla," Langella said in grunts as he ass-fucked her. "Fear...the masks. Oh!"

"I'm not...so forgiving, Camilla," Alex moaned as he fucked her come-drenched pussy. "You ruined...my marriage. You whore! My wife, whom I...love dearly, found out...about you...and me, and left me. I killed myself...two days...later. Ah!"

She took Grisham's cock out of her mouth. "Sorry," she said. "Oh!" She resumed sucking his cock.

"I wish...my cock could...hurt you...as much as...you hurt me," Alex continued. "Unh!"

"Oh, lighten up," Grisham panted. "She's suffered, too."

"Let's all...just have...some fun," Langella groaned. Ah!"

Finally, Grisham came on her face, Alex withdrew and shot his load on her belly, and Langella withdrew, spewing all over her buttocks. The three incubi then disappeared. Ms. Callahan and the masked Satanists all closed in on Camilla, looking down at her trembling naked body, which lay on her side in a fetal position.

"Everything that went around," Callahan hissed, "will come around, Camilla. You'll see. Oh, you'll try to put it off as long as you can, but it will come around. We'll be waiting for you to join us." The masked men continued their cruel distorted laughter as they stared at Camilla.

Camilla woke up, on all fours on her bed, and drenched in enough sweat to equal the come on her face in the dream. Her sheets were soaking in much more of her ejaculations, though. "I may not believe in the Church anymore," she said to herself. "But I still believe in Hell."

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On Thursday night in her bedroom, Camilla thought about her dream the night before. She had been shaking from it all day. Yet while she was scared, she still had her desires, which were like a drug addiction that demanded satisfaction. She had to figure out a way to rationalize enjoying herself in the bedroom in spite of those dreams.

She thought, Are those dreams really the dreams of Hell, or are they just figments of my imagination? The incubi may be real, but that doesn't necessarily mean the afterlife will be as bad as what I keep on seeing. Maybe the incubi are lying to me. Maybe my being scared is exactly what some of them want. Grisham and Langella aren't mad at me; neither are Miles, Larre, and Davis. I had fun with them, and now I want to have some fun with Daddy.

Indeed, she couldn't hold back from committing incest with Agape any longer. Her hair and eyes were back to black, her skin was Goth pale again, and she'd used Nigrovum to make her black pubic hair grow back quickly. She went downstairs.

She saw her drunk father get up and leave the living room to use the washroom; his empty bourbon glass was on the table by his chair. She took it into the kitchen, fixed him another bourbon, and mixed in a whole pill of ecstasy this time, hoping the stronger dose would make it harder for him to resist her mind-controlling powers.

She took the glass back into the living room and put it on the table by his chair. She then left the living room, hid in the kitchen, and watched him stagger back to his chair before sneaking into the washroom he'd just left. She'd opted for a different strategy this time: instead of openly smoking dope with him until the E kicked in, she decided to let him believe she wasn't with him at all that night. This, she hoped, would make him less suspicious.

"What the...?" he slurred when he saw his glass filled with bourbon. "Camilla? Did you fill my glass for me? Camilla?" He heard no answer. That's odd, he thought; I thought it was empty. I must be so drunk I forgot I refilled it. He sat down and started drinking.

Over the next thirty minutes, Camilla, still in the washroom, meditated and checked the psychic barriers she'd put around Father Josiah. He'd broken through a third of the way; she assumed that if he'd only gotten that far in almost a week of mental 'chiselling', she didn't need to worry about him interfering that night.

Sensing that Agape was now feeling the effects of the ecstasy, she used Nigrovum to make herself look like Carrie again, and to make him doze off temporarily. Indeed, he was peaking on the E, fidgeting in his psychically induced sleep.

That should make it harder for you to resist my power, Daddy, she thought.

She went into the living room, gently took him by the hands and got him off his chair. She lay him on his back on the living room floor. Then she got naked and got on top of him in the 69 position.

She visualized his 'dream' to be in the same hotel room where she'd fucked Father Josiah. She woke her father up. He looked up and saw his daughter's pussy in his face.

"Wh-what the...?" he asked. "Where am I?"

"In a hotel, with me," she said in Carrie's voice. "Let's make love." She unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and started masturbating him.

"Oh, OK, honey," he said, raising his head and sticking his tongue out. Unlike with Dr. Martin, she was clean and fresh-smelling.

She psychically got him hard fast, then put his cock in her mouth. She greedily slid her wet lips up and down his shaft, her upper lip tightly hugging his bulging corpus spongiosum and her tongue tickling the other side.

He licked his daughter's pussy in a most uninspired way; to make it better for her, she decided to control his tongue, making him lick her in a way that would drive her wild. He was shocked to find his tongue seem to have a mind of its own--it had never vibrated that quickly before! He sucked on her clitoris tightly, flickering his tongue on it. What was making him do this?

Now she was moaning loudly, and she gently shook his balls with her right hand as her head went up and down on the phallus that gave her life. She deep-throated him, delighting in the feeling of his knob going down so far inside her body. Her nose brushed against and tickled his scrotum.

He wrapped his lips around her left labium, sucking on it as vigorously as he had her clit. Again, he didn't understand what power was making him do this, but he was too stoned to have the will-power to take charge of his own mouth. He switched to her right labium, and his finger went inside her pussy, rubbing against her G-spot. Her moans and squeals were getting louder and more high-pitched.

Oh, Daddy, she thought as she continued deep-throating his cock, I love you so much. Please don't be mad at me when you finally find out what I've been doing. I only want to please you; I don't want to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt any of my lovers: Mr. Grisham, Mr. Hanson, Mr. Langella, Dr. McVie, or Miles or Dr. Davis. I especially don't wanna hurt you, Daddy. Why can't we be lovers, Daddy? If you become an incubus, I hope we can love each other in the underworld. I only want to give you the boundless happiness you give me! Oh, accept me as your lover, and give up Carrie!

He took his finger out of her cunt and fingered her asshole with it. He put his tongue inside her vagina, reaching for her G-spot. After a few seconds of that, he started licking her asshole. Why was he doing such a thing? He never thought of the anus as a sexual area. What was controlling his mouth and hands?

Both of them were approaching orgasm, as she'd been synchronizing them with Nigrovum. Then they sensed a disturbance that would have answered Agape's questions with the most shocking candour.

She could feel Father Josiah's interfering presence: he'd broken through the barriers!

How'd he do that so fast? she thought, pulling Agape's cock out of her mouth with a popping sound.

Agape suddenly regained control of his mouth and hands; he immediately stopped fingering and tasting her, and looked around, seeing his living room. He could feel himself sobering up, thanks to some kind of external help that he psychically sensed was the priest's, but couldn't understand why Josiah would be involved. And whose cunt was in his face? Why was he licking her like that? "What the hell?" he asked.

Camilla had to act fast. She visualized a huge fist punching Josiah across the length of a room in his home, knocking him out cold. It worked. Now Agape felt drunk and stoned again, since Josiah's psychic assistance was gone. She quickly restored Agape's 'dream' in the hotel with Carrie, and he and 'Carrie' resumed their 69 position. Camilla resumed control of her father's mouth and fingers.

Fortunately, their level of horniness hadn't come down all that far since their interruption. She put his cock back in her mouth, and went up and down on it with frantic speed. He was licking and sucking on her clitoris again, and he put his finger a few inches inside her asshole, rubbing it against the anal wall that neighboured her vaginal wall.

She had to make them come quickly, for fear of Josiah coming to and interfering again. She psychically raised her and her father's excitement level to synchronize quick ejaculations. He came in her mouth, and she psychically made him open wide to receive all of her cooze. He gulped down her whole waterfall, not missing a drop.

She made him doze off again, grabbed her clothes, and rushed back into the washroom to get dressed and meditate.

She set up a new psychic barrier for Father Josiah, like a coffin that had him buried six feet underground; it was tight and dense--thicker and more impregnable than the last one. "That'll hold you, you meddling bastard!" she said. "Dr. Martin's right: the damn Church is repressive." Josiah can sit and stew, she thought; He'll still be able to live his normal priest's life, but he won't be using Nigrovum for a very, very long time! That's what he gets for being jealous of my happiness!

She went out and saw her father lying on the floor, fidgeting from the E. He'd woken up of his own power, and his dick was still out! She'd forgotten to zip him up!

"Wh-why is my...?" he said in embarrassment, quickly putting it back in his pants and zipping them up.

"Oh, uh," she stammered. "You'd been sleeping. You must've wanted to get up and pee, but were too drunk to know what you were doing."

"I-I guess so," he said, getting up.

"Go to the bathroom, Daddy. I'll fix you another drink."

He staggered into the washroom. As he peed, he thought, I can mentally turn off my hangovers: is she mentally turning me on? No, it couldn't be. My own daughter wouldn't do that to me.

He didn't find his attempts at reassurance very effective, but he still had to make those attempts.