Camilla Ch. 093

"We're going back to our bungalow. Come with us," she said.

"OK," he said, following them. "And if you don't mind my saying so, you're really beautiful."

"I don't think I mind," she said, smirking at him.

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As soon as they all went into the girls' room, Camilla took off her sarong and flip-flops, and then her bikini, right in front of him. He put his hands over his growing erection, and began breathing heavily.

"You don't have any hang-ups, do you?" he asked.

"I'm a stripper back in Canada," she said. "And you're not seeing anything you haven't already seen; I figure you don't mind."

"No," he said, giggling shyly.

She went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet, leaving the door wide open. "Mercedes wants to change, and she's a little shy." Camilla began peeing. "Come in here and talk to me while she's changing."

"OK," he said, going into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

"So what do you do, Russell?" she asked, keeping her legs wide open so he could see the golden line pouring out from her urethra into the toilet bowl water.

"Oh, I'll be starting my f-first university year in the fall," he said, now getting bolder with his looking, since she obviously didn't mind.

She finished her pee and reached for the toilet paper. "What will you be studying?"

"Economics," he said. "What about you?"

"I'll be starting graduate studies in the fall," she said, wiping her pussy dry. "I wanna be a professor of English literature." She got up and flushed the toilet.

"Wow."

"Yeah, but I'm all stinky now." She went over to the shower area. "Wanna help me take a shower?"

"I'd love to," he panted.

She turned on the water and lathered up the soap. After getting some of the lather on her chest and arms, she gave him the bar of soap. "Wash my back," she said.

"Yes, ma'am," he said, lathering up the soap and getting it on her back.

She cleaned her pussy, then her legs. "Clean my bum, please," she said. He lathered up her buttocks, but was too shy to clean her anus. As she was cleaning her feet, she asked, "Baby, why didn't you clean my poo-hole?"

"Oh, do you want me to?"

"Of course, sweetie. I don't wanna be stinky there."

"OK," he said. She spread her legs out so he could see her asshole, and he gently rubbed the lather against her anal orifice. He then rinsed it off. "OK, you're done."

"No, I'm not," she said. "You didn't clean inside."

"Oh, OK," he said, and slowly slid his finger inside her rectum. He gently rubbed his soaped-up finger against all her rectal walls, thoroughly cleaning her.

Looking back at him upside down from between her legs, she said, "That's quite a penis you have there."

He looked down at his bulging erection and blushed. "D-do you wanna see?"

"Not right now, sweetie," she said, straightening up after he'd rinsed the soap away from her asshole. "One naked person is enough for now. We'll see what you have in there later on tonight, OK?"

"Oh, OK. Not now?"

"No. Mercedes and I are gonna have a nap. We were so excited about being in Bali that we didn't bother sleeping when we got here; but now we're tired." (She and Mercedes had used Nigrovum to give them energy so they could satisfy their curiosity about Bali before sleeping off jet lag.) She dried herself off with a towel, then opened the bathroom door. Seeing that Mercedes was in bed, Camilla came out of the bathroom, followed by Russell.

"OK, so I guess it's good-bye until tonight?" he asked.

"Yep," Camilla said. "You're a very nice boy. I like how you've kept your control while I've been naked before you. You'll be rewarded for that. Before you go, check me for any spots we didn't clean." She bent over with her legs spread out wide, showing off her pussy and asshole.

"Oh, OK," he said, bending over and getting a good, close-up look. She put her hands on her pink pussy and beige asshole, widening them so he could see better. Amazed at the beauty he was seeing, he felt his hard cock poking out of his shorts, perpendicular to his torso.

"Do I look OK?" she asked, looking back at him upside-down from between her legs.

"Oh, I'd say a lot better than OK," he panted.

Giggling, she then asked, "Are you sure the veil protects Muslim women? Are you sure a woman, all covered up, has power?"

"No, not really," Russell stammered.

Mercedes was finding it difficult to sleep with all their chatting. "OK, honey, we wanna have a nap now," she said. "We'll see you at the 'Reloaded' place. Bye."

"Oh, uh, bye," he said, walking out the door, and still covering up the bulge in his shorts.

"Bye," Camilla said, standing nude before the wide-open door and not minding it a bit. She closed the door, then got in bed beside Mercedes.

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That night, Russell went to 'Paddy's: Reloaded', and saw Camilla and Mercedes dirty dancing and lezzie kissing on the dance floor. Lots of men were watching them, smiling, but didn't understand why they couldn't get very close to them. Russell was able to go up to them, for Camilla's force field wasn't made to affect him. Now all three of them were dirty dancing together.

As they continued dancing, Camilla saw some Indonesian men walking by, outside the bar, on the sidewalk, with veiled women. Frowning, she stopped dancing, and started walking off the dance floor.

"Hey, Camilla," Mercedes said. "Where you going?"

"I'm a little tired," Camilla said. "I'm gonna sit it out for a while. You two continue dancing. I'll be back in a bit."

"OK," Mercedes said, and continued dirty dancing with Russell.

Camilla saw a few more Indonesians walking by, including veiled women. Muslim bastards, she thought, shaking with fear. I'll bet they've got a car bomb or something waiting for us. What if one of those men detonates the bombs with a cell-phone? I've gotta stop them. Even if they're innocent, you can't be too sure. Besides, if the men die, their women won't be bullied by them anymore.

She closed her eyes and, remembering a scene from Scanners, an old David Cronenberg movie she'd once seen, she visualized a small fire burning in each Muslim man's head. Within seconds, the men started feeling strange, and they put their hands on their heads. Their wives looked at them, worried.

Camilla visualized those fires growing inside the men's heads. The men felt a horrible burning sensation in their brains, and they were squirming and groaning in pain. Their wives kept asking them what was wrong, but the only answer they got was their husbands' moaning and groaning.

A few seconds later, the men's heads suddenly exploded, with a loud booming sound that even the bar music couldn't drown out. Blood sprayed all over their wives and the surrounding area. The wives screamed, helplessly watching their headless husbands' bloody bodies fall on the ground. Everyone in the bar looked out and saw the carnage, then joined the widows in screaming and panicking.

Staying cool, Camilla went over to Mercedes and Russell, who hadn't got close enough to know what had happened, and took them by the hands. "Let's go back to the bungalow," she told them.

"What happened?" Russell said as the three of them went out to the sidewalk. Mercedes gasped at all the blood, as did Russell.

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and blood for blood," Camilla said to them, psychically distracting them from the gory scene, and luring them back to the bungalow. "Everything that goes around, comes around." Looking back at the widows she'd just made, Camilla thought, You're free, ladies; once again, we see Nigrovum being used for good.

As Camilla, Mercedes, and Russell headed back to the bungalow, they ran into some Balinese drag queen prostitutes, all of whom aggressively groped at Russell.

"I'd love to let you have him," Camilla said to the drag queens, "but he's ours tonight." They continued trying to grab Russell, reaching for his balls.

"Look, I'm not gay," he said fearfully. "Don't!"

Camilla used her power to 'push' them back, then she, Russell, and Mercedes were able to get away from them.

"How'd we get them off us like that?" he asked.

"I have special powers," Camilla explained. "I'm a goddess."

"Oh, really?" he said with skepticism.

"Can you explain why you, on your way to meet your friend, felt a sudden urge to meet me at the beach?" she asked. "Do you have an alternative explanation?"

"No," he said, still wondering why, indeed, he was lured away from meeting with his friend that afternoon. "You sure are beautiful enough to be a real goddess."

"I'm glad you see things that way. Then just accept my explanation," Camilla said as they got to the door of their room. Mercedes got out the key and unlocked the door. They all went in the room. "OK, sweetie, get naked for us. Let's see that penis you wanted to show us this afternoon."

"Oh, OK," he said shyly. The girls got on their beds and watched him pull down his shorts and underwear, exposing his erection. They giggled to see it bounce up and down after his underwear's elastic snapped against his knob. Then he took off his T-shirt, shoes, and socks. He was now naked.

"What a cute body you have," Camilla said with a grin. "OK, I guess it's our turn now." She, and now finally Mercedes, started taking their clothes off in front of Russell. Camilla was still with her original blonde looks; and Mercedes, a brunette, revealed her naturally large breasts, with their small, pointy nipples, and a small tuft of brown pubic hair. Her skinny body had light, coffee-coloured skin that made Russell's mouth water.

"Do you like what you see?" Mercedes asked him.

"Like it? I love it!" he panted.

"Come get on the bed, sweetie," Camilla told him. "Lie on your back."

He did as he was told, then Camilla sat on his face. Mercedes sat by his crotch and played with his cock.

When Camilla was at the bar, she'd used the toilet to take a shit; so, with her pussy and ass on his face, she slightly smelled of piss and shit. Fancying herself a goddess, she expected him to tolerate the smell. Indeed, he was so hot for her that he was gladly willing to put up with the smell, for it was her smell. She sensed how he felt, and was glad to have his devotion.

Mercedes got on top of him, lowering her pussy down on his cock. He was licking Camilla's pussy and asshole as he felt his cock slowly slide into Mercedes' wet cunt. As Camilla felt his tongue flickering all over her labia, vaginal orifice, clitoris, and anus, she moaned, and chanted, "Vote Green Party."

"Vote Green Party," Russell repeated between licks, as did Mercedes between sighs.

"You'll be...a banker," Camilla chanted between squeals.

"I'll be...a banker," Russell repeated between licks, sucks, and kisses.

"Make money...for the...Green Party," Camilla said. "Oh!"

"Make money...for the...Green Party," Russell said.

Normally Russell came rather soon during sex; but Camilla, psychically sensing this, prolonged his erection so Mercedes could enjoy it longer. Indeed, she came twice, and Camilla came once, flooding his face. Then the girls switched places.

Camilla aimed his cock under her wet, descending pussy, and Mercedes sat on his face. Mercedes smelled a bit of pee, but her asshole was as clean as if she'd never shat once in her life. It was also a very pretty, hairless asshole, and he slid his tongue a half-centimetre inside it, gluttonously licking it. Then he sucked on Mercedes's labia and clitoris while Camilla bounced on his cock.

Still controlling his erection, she kept him hard without letting him ejaculate. She, on the other hand, came three times; her come was a lake all over his thighs and the bed. Not wanting to mess things up any more, and feeling that their pleasure was more important than his, Camilla psychically caused his penis to go limp, and she and Mercedes went to lie together in the other bed. Russell would have to sleep in a puddle of come if he was to stay the night with those beautiful girls. Adoring them, and hoping for more sex in the morning, he decided he'd be glad to sleep in their come. In fact, he even drank some of it as he lay there, waiting to go to sleep.

"Vote Green Party...vote Green Party," he softly chanted as he slowly fell asleep.

Camilla and Mercedes were chanting the same thing as they fell asleep, for indeed, there were Australian masked men in Bali, totally aware of Camilla's presence. In fact, they were in the room next door to the girls' bungalow, doing a small ritual that controlled everything in the girls' room.

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In the Montreal aquarium, on the night of the fifth day of her ordeal, 37-year-old Camilla briefly came out of her out-of-body memory vision of her Bali vacation, to find herself being gang-banged by the spirits of lovers she'd had back in Vancouver.

Mr. Finch had his invisible cock in her mouth, Carl was fucking her pussy, Bob, her old photographer, was fucking her ass, and Mr. Patterson had his invisible cock between her tits.

My wife left me because of you, Finch communicated bitterly as she sucked his invisible cock. The despair weighed down on me so much, I killed myself. It's all your fault, you whore.

My lust also flew out of control because of you, you bitch, Carl mentally told her, his invisible cock pumping in and out of her gaping, come-spewing pussy. I raped my own sister. Remember Belle? I was as traumatized as she was--we both killed ourselves.

No longer able to endure any more blaming, Camilla closed her eyes and let her consciousness float away into another memory of a happier time.

Camilla! Don's spirit called out to her. Don't go!

She was already gone.