Camilla Ch. 101

The balls of the man she was blowing upside-down were slapping against her nose, and stank of piss. Her tongue was frantically flickering, trying to get him to come as soon as possible so she could get him off of her. Terrified by what she was hearing, but thrilled from the pleasure those two cocks down below were giving her, she came all over them. The Nigrovum in her come was teeming with the energy of lust and fear...just the way the masked men wanted it.

"You know how Prime Minister Van Duyne really died?" asked her second pussy-fucker. "We killed him, as we did the American president, the prime minister of England, and the German chancellor. How? The same way we killed Mr. Chen, Wayne, Mr. Baker, Mr. Leroy, and many others: by intensifying feelings of despair and madness in them! Nigrovum expands energy, as you know; we just expand it even more...just enough to serve our purposes."

"After our Green leaders died, we blamed their deaths on a believable scapegoat, Muslim fanatics; we falsified evidence with the greatest of psychic ease, and gave it to our associates in the media, like Ted Weinstein," said her former tit-fucker. "Now much of the world is practically a police state, all in our control. And we owe so much of our success to you, sweetheart, and to girls like you in other countries, girls we've used to spread Nigrovum around the world, and make the masses into our obedient sheep. The energy in the Nigrovum of your come keeps the masses blindly fearing and desiring, as you've always done, instead of thinking. That's how we keep our power over them."

"The come we're collecting from you tonight, as well as the come we collect from other girls like you all over the world, will ensure that we never run out of that enslaving lust-energy," said her former ass-fucker. "Talk about sustainable energy!" The men laughed. "And wait will you see what we have planned for your son!"

The man she was blowing finally came in her mouth; she gladly swallowed every drop, hoping to receive the energy of power and dominance he and the other men had in their Nigrovum, so she could use it to turn the tide of their power and possibly save herself and Eros. She came all over the crotches of her pussy-fucker and ass-fucker again. They pulled their cocks out of her holes, then got up while the man she'd blown picked her up so she'd be sitting on her knees. The man she'd blown put his cock in his pants, zipped himself up, and went over to sit with the fully-dressed masked men. The other two men pointed their cocks over her upturned face and jacked off; about ten seconds later, they rained bukkake all over her face. She licked their come off her lips, hoping to gain more of that dominant Nigrovum-energy.

Again, those two men used handkerchiefs to scoop her come off themselves and put it in jars for future rituals. The next three men pulled down their pants and went over to fuck her. She was made to get on all fours again after one of the new men got under her to fuck her pussy. The second of the new men got behind her to fuck her ass, and the third stood before her, feeding his cock into her salivating mouth.

As these new men's cocks were going in and out of her three gaping holes, she--in her weakened state--did her best to use her psychic powers to suck the previous men's come through the pores of her skin, so she'd have more of the masked men's power.

Her second ass-fucker, all cleaned up, pulled up his pants and held his jar of her come in his hand. He said, "Thanks again, Camilla. With all this come, loaded with the energy of not only desire, but also of fear, we can do rituals to ensure the winning of more supporters for our wars in the Arab world. It will also give us more support for our emergency laws, to make the fearful feel secure; then we can suspend democracy, and eventually eradicate it forever."

Her three fuckers were shoving their cocks in and out of her with quickly increasing ferocity. She hoped they'd come inside her, so she could absorb their power more easily. She climaxed again, making a puddle of come all over the thighs of the man under her. Then the three men pulled their cocks out of her, and the man under her shoved her aside so he could get up. The three men had her kneel, and they stood in a circle around her. She held the cocks of two of the men, masturbating them while the third man jerked himself off. She had her mouth opened wide, ready to swallow as much of their come as she could get in her mouth. Instead, the men used their psychic powers to make sure their jizz sprayed all over her face, away from her mouth: she got it in her eyes, on her cheeks, and on her chin; but none of it even touched her lips. Her tongue licked around, trying to get at the come.

Those men pulled up their pants after getting her come off her pussy-fucker's crotch and into jars. That man smiled a particularly malicious smile whenever he looked at Camilla, and his mask, once worn by ancient Greek comic actors, looked especially eerie to her.

There was just one more masked man who hadn't yet enjoyed Camilla. He had a particular fetish: he wanted to receive a golden shower from her. He got naked and lay on the living room floor.

She, always in a daze and under the men's absolute control, squatted over him and began pissing on his chest. He smiled as he felt her golden liquid splash on his nipples and chest hairs; he could feel the Nigrovum in her piss slip through the pores of his skin and eventually get into his blood. She moved up to his head, pouring her piss all over his neck and face; he enjoyed feeling it splash on his chin, his lips, and into his nostrils and eyes.

She shook with terror from hearing everything the men had said, especially from hearing they had plans for Eros, and from knowing she would forget it all after the night's ordeal was over. With no control over her body and mind, she couldn't even sob in her helplessness.

She got up slowly after her last drops of piss had squirted out. Then the masked men began a brief ritual. She could sense what they were doing, and wanted to block them; but they were already psychically blocking her from doing so.

They visualized the come she'd sprayed on their skin--not her come in the jars, but the come still leaking in the pores of their skin--and imagined its Nigrovum-energy of lust and fear moving out of their bodies. They did the same for the Nigrovum in her piss on the last man's body. Then they visualized all the come they'd doused her body with, and imagined its Nigrovum-energy--that of dominance and power--leaving her body. The dominant and submissive energies were made to trade places: the men felt the dominant energy come back inside their bodies, and Camilla was helpless to prevent the submissive energy come back inside her body.

Then three of the men picked her up while another opened the door leading out to the balcony. A third man, the one with the ancient Greek comic mask, took it off and looked straight in her eyes with even more malice than before.

"Remember me, Camilla?" he asked.

Though still in a psychically-induced daze, she was able--through her photographic memory--to remember him instantly. Her face went white with fear: she saw Jim, the voyeur with the camera in Vancouver who'd watched her masturbate when she was sick in bed!

"You thought the masked men were terrorizing you just to get revenge for burning down the mansion?" Jim asked angrily. "Well, they don't want revenge, but I do. You humiliated me at that pervert party you were having with those fags, remember? One of them, Michael, hit me and kicked me. Being beaten up by a fag has to be the most humiliating thing ever! Worse than that, though, is you led me on about wanting to have sex with me after slutting it up in front of my camera, then you rejected me and threw me out of your room. That was the worst blue balls ever! You humiliated me a dozen years ago, but now, finally, I can have my revenge!" He put his mask back on.

He helped the three men holding her up to carry her out to the balcony; there they held her over the railing, ready to throw her. Totally unable to scream or resist their psychic power, she--with only come to cover her nakedness--was paralyzed with fear.

"I was imploding with rage for two days after what you and that queer had done to me," Jim continued. "But then I saw you by a park, naked and slutting it up, as usual. You masturbated and came on the grass. After you got in that Candice bitch's car and drove off with her, I saw a man in a black suit go by and pick the grass with your come on it. He put the grass in a jar, just like the men here did. I went up and asked him what he was doing. At first, he didn't know who I was, and he looked at me with an evil eye: I began to feel a pain in my chest, as if I was going to have a heart attack or something. Then the man recognized me as the nephew of one of his associates."

"You almost done, Jim?" a masked man asked. "It's fun giving her a little psychological terror before throwing her, but we do wanna drop her and get on with more important stuff."

"OK, Uncle Steve, almost," Jim said. "My uncle here let me join the masked men, and even promised to let me be the one to kill you in the mansion, for their great Satanic sacrifice. That all went to hell when you burned the building down. I was lucky enough to be by the front door when we heard the explosion in the basement; but I was unlucky not to get my chance to kill you. Now I do!"

"Is that it?" another masked man said with growing impatience.

"Hold on!" JIm snapped. "The psychic force field surrounding our room has everything sound-proofed. Nobody will hear a thing we say, alright? I tried to find you, Candice, and those two fags, Michael and his butt-buddy, Mr. Pierce, but you and Candice moved to Toronto, and the fags got all spiritual with their Nigrovum, just like that Indian doctor. Well, anyway, now I can finally have my revenge on you. Drop her!"

They threw her over, and now she could finally scream. As she was falling and screaming, she felt the psychic presence of Guy and Dirk, the dominant bisexual men whose cock and ass she'd burned with bug-spray-soaked Vaseline. We once threatened to throw you out of a window naked, they mentally told her. By psychically helping the masked men hold you still before they threw you, we've made good on our threat. Wait'll you see what we have planned for your son in the afterlife: ooh, that burning passion! Everything that goes around, comes around, bitch!

She splashed into the deep end of a backyard swimming pool, since the masked men had psychically guided her body to fall there, to ensure that she survived.

"Uncle Steve!" Jim complained. "She was supposed to die! You promised me!"

"We promised you revenge," his uncle said. "We need Camilla alive. Killing her in a sacrifice was an old idea back in Vancouver. It was a weak plan. We have more that we need her to do here in this world. She humiliated you, and you got to humiliate her: justice is done; you got your revenge."

Flapping her arms and legs frantically in the deep end, Camilla felt the come she'd had all over her skin and in her pussy come off and mix with the water. With all that come now in the water, come that was now filled with the energy of fear and desire, no longer with dominance and power, the next day's swimmers would get it all over themselves, as the masked men had planned.

'Goth-looking' Camilla got out of the water, uninjured and clean of come, but naked and shivering in the cool Montreal summer night. Though she was now freed from the psychic bonds of the masked men, she was made to forget everything that had just happened in the room, and she was even made to forget about her car in front of the apartment building. Having no idea where she was, she had to act fast and find some shelter.

People looked out their apartment windows, looking for someone outside to whom they could match the screams they'd heard. She ran out of the swimming area and onto the grass of the backyard lawn.

Finally free to use her own psychic powers, Camilla scanned the area for a desirable man to spend the night with. Though she didn't want to cheat on Cameron, she was desperate to find protection, and her sexy body was her only ace in the hole for procuring such protection.

After several minutes of psychically scanning the area for anyone with the kind of body and personality she'd like, she found a tall, thin, forty-something man going for a midnight stroll. She hid behind a tree and waited for him to pass by.

"Psst!" she whispered. "Hey, you! Sir, can you help me?"

"Who, me?" he said, looking over at her and straining his eyes in the dark. "What d'you want?"

"Please help me," she said. "I'm lost, and I need a place to spend the night."

Approving of her pretty face, and wondering what she had hiding behind the tree, he said, "I have my own place; but what's in it for me?"

"This is." She proudly walked out and displayed her nudity by a streetlight. She turned around for him, then spread her legs and bent over so he could see her pussy and asshole. Looking back at him upside-down from between her legs, she asked, "Do you like what you see?"

His jaw almost hit the ground, and his dick was almost perpendicular to his body. "What's not to like? You can stay at my place for as long as you like, darling."

She quickly went with him to his home, a small house just down the street. He led her to his bedroom, and she lay on his bed on her back while he tore off his clothes in a frenzy. He put his face between her legs and began licking her pussy.

His tongue vibrated against her labia and clitoris while his finger tickled her asshole. He pushed his finger inside a few inches, and he sucked on each of her labia in turn. Then he put his tongue as deep inside her cunt as he could, flickering it against her G-spot. She was running her fingers through his hair and squealing with pleasure.

He took his tongue out of her pussy and started licking her asshole. His finger massaged her hard clitoris. After another minute or so of this fingering and licking, she came all over his face. Then he got up, licking her come off his lips, and aimed his hard-on for her pussy.

On top of her in the missionary position, he slowly slid his cock inside. Her sighs went up in an ascending crescendo, and when the tip of his cock poked against her A-spot a few times, she came again. He began pushing in and out aggressively, fondling and squeezing her tits as he fucked her. She screamed and came again after another minute of his thrusts.

Finally, when he was getting closer to orgasm, he pulled his cock out. She sat up on the bed, and took his cock in her mouth. Looking up at him with a slutty smile, she licked the underside of his cock and kissed the tip. She wrapped her lips around the knob when he had reached the point of no return. He blasted his come in her mouth, and she swallowed it all, not missing a drop.

They lay on the bed together and cuddled.

"Thank you," she said in sighs. "For giving me...a place to stay."

"Thank you," he panted. "For giving me..a good time."

After a half hour of catching their breath and her explaining her situation to him, they fell asleep.

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The next morning, he gave her a T-shirt and a pair of denim shorts. Then he took her to look for her car, since she finally sensed its nearby presence with the help of Nigrovum. She quickly found it, and she went with him to a clothing store. She bought a dress, put it on, and gave him back his clothes. She drove him back to his home.

"Thanks again for all of your help," she told him. "You're a very nice man. Bye."

"No need to thank me," he said as he got out of her car. "I was a very lucky man. Bye."

She drove to her house as quickly as she could. When she walked through the front door, she saw Cameron and Eros sitting in the kitchen with frowns on their faces. Eros ran up to her, crying.

"Mommy, where were you?" he asked in sobs. "I was so scared."

"I'm sorry, baby," she said, hugging him. "It's difficult to explain."

"Well, explain to me," Cameron said, approaching her. "Where the hell were you? We were worried sick about you."

"Honey, I think the masked men are here in Montreal," she said. "I don't remember what I did last night, but I'm sure it wasn't good."

"Oh, shit! The masked men again!" Cameron said. "Well, we can't just keep moving." Also, he was doubting if she was even telling him the truth, since she didn't seem as scared as she was in Toronto.

"I know," she said. "We'll just have to protect ourselves as best we can."

She'd psychically blocked his mental access to her memory of what had happened after she was thrown into the pool. At one point, though, without her knowing, the psychic block was removed with the utmost subtlety, and Cameron felt the lovemaking of the other man. Cameron said nothing, and guarded his feelings so she wouldn't know he knew. He just went into the living room, sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, and sulked. She went with Eros into the kitchen, and she made him a sandwich for lunch.

Cameron wasn't the one who had removed her psychic block, though; the masked men weren't the ones, either. Eros, inspired by Norman Bates' killing of his mother's lover, was beginning to brew a psychic strychnine of his own, so he could get his mother back, all to himself.