Camilla Ch. 118

Another psychic barrier was keeping Don, Agape, and Candice from freeing Camilla, though they had cut almost all the way through it.

Soon, Akemi came, and Camilla drank up every drop of the Japanese-Canadian's secretion. Sean shot his come all over Camilla's face after Akemi got up and left; he then stood up and walked out of the room, too. Fulson and Hank pulled their cocks out of Camilla's asshole and pussy, and blew their loads all over her belly and breasts.

No sooner did those two men start walking away from come-drenched Camilla, but four more angry ex-lovers got their hands on her: Bob and Geoff, her old porno photographers, Russell from Australia, and Chris, who ate her ass out in Dr. Cage's classroom many years back. Dr. Lee, another old prof of hers, came by for a hand-job.

Not even bothering to get up off the floor, Camilla, in most willing submission, took Geoff's cock in her mouth and Lee's in the hand that had just jerked off Baker.

"Just like...old times, eh, Camilla?" Geoff moaned as his cock went all the way in her deep-throating mouth. "Wanna get...pregnant again? I remember...how sexy...you were...when you...were expecting, and me...taking pictures...of you. Ah!"

"I remember the first time I saw these tits," Russell said as he put his cock between them. "It was on...the beach in Bali. A great time...had by all. Oh! Too bad...you killed me...like you killed...those innocent Muslims."

Bob slid his dick in her ever-wet pussy. "If only...I still had...that POV camera; we could film this. Unh! An Orgy In Hell: good name...for the movie, Camil? Oh!"

Chris shoved his cock in her asshole. "I remember licking...and kissing...this butt-hole...in Dr. Cage's classroom, during the Chaucer lecture. What fun, acting out...the story of...'The Miller's Tale'! Unh! I also remember...you killing me...with your come. Ah!"

I deserve this, Camilla thought, sliding her lips up and down Geoff's shaft and accepting her degradation without complaint. My lust killed them all. May I get to rock bottom fast, then be saved and redeemed at last, as Daddy, Don, Candice, Ravinder, and Mr. Pierce were.

Russell squeezed Camilla's breasts as tightly around his cock as he could, pumping away and approaching orgasm. Bob thrust his cock faster and more aggressively inside her ever-coming cunt, and Chris admired the sight of her black anal lips, tightly sealed around his dick. Lee enjoyed her gentle caressing of his erection.

Just when Russell came all over Camilla's already come-soaked tits, Don, Agape, and Candice broke through the masked men's barrier and reached for the gang-banged girl. Her friends tried pulling her up off the ground, but her angry lovers kept pushing her down for more fucking.

"Hey!" Geoff shouted when Camilla's mouth was taken away from his cock. "I'm not done with her yet! Wait your turn!"

"Oh, yes you are, all done with her!" said Agape, pulling on her arms to get her free.

"No, we're not!" shouted Bob, just about to come.

"She's coming with us, not on your balls!" Candice yelled, pulling on Camilla's legs.

The struggling back and forth continued for several more seconds before her friends were finally able to pull her free, but with such force that she flew up with them back to the second floor.

Up there, Wayne, Mr. Gray, Mr. Chen, Patrick, and Dr. Alex McVie were waiting for their delayed turn to gang-bang Camilla.

They got her on all fours: Wayne stood before her, pointing his dick at her receptive mouth; Mr. Chen slipped his little pecker in her ass, massaging it gently as the Lehar's manager had done; Alex went under her, shoving his cock in her pussy and feeling her tits. Disappointed that he couldn't have Camilla jump up and wrap her legs around his waist, like old times, Mr. Gray had to settle for her right armpit, and put his dick in there. She reached up and offered Patrick's cock her hand. Cameron came up into the room to watch.

"That's my girl," Wayne moaned as she sucked his cock with her usual virtuosity. "I taught...you well. Oh!"

Thank you for demanding such high standards from me, she mentally communicated as she looked up lovingly in his eyes. I hope you get a chance to fuck my poo-hole later; you too, Patrick.

"That hole's mine...for now," Mr. Chen grunted, happy to have been the one to break her corn-hole in back when he'd hired her as a stripper in Luvlee's. "Ooh!"

"Since I know...you like...to be raped," Alex groaned as he rammed his cock in her pussy as violently as he could, "I'm giving it...to you as...rough as...I can. Ah!"

"Why did I...have to be last...to get here?" Patrick sighed. "I wanted...to fuck...your pretty ass. Unh! Oh, well: your hand...makes me think...of when you...fondled my crotch...when I had...my first...lap-dances with you. Oh!"

Just then, the ghost of Patrick's wife ran over to him. "You were supposed to be with me!" she shouted. "Comforting me here in hell, not enjoying her!"

"I'm sorry, honey," he said, saddened to see the pain in her jealous eyes. "She's so...irresistible! Ah!" He came all over Camilla's hand.

"You were supposed to love her, and marry her," his wife said with teary eyes. "That was supposed to be your redemption for cheating on me!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him away, taking him into another room.

Camilla's guilt feelings came back with a sharp sting to see Patrick's hurt wife for the first time. Then Agape, Don, and Candice came up the stairs to find her, after having been restrained by the psychic power of the masked men again. Her friends once again grabbed her, struggling to free her from her lovers, pulling in the direction of the stairway down to the first floor. Her lovers were pulling in the opposite direction.

"Wait a minute!" Wayne shouted, pulling back on her arms. "We haven't come yet!" She tried to keep his cock in her mouth, flickering her tongue rapidly to get him closer to orgasm.

"When we do, then you can have her!" Alex yelled, annoyed that his dick slipped out of her pussy in the tug-of-war.

Mr. Chen's dick slipped out of her asshole, and in the pulling one way and the other, he ruptured himself against her left buttock. "Oww! Hao tong! (That hurts!)"

Agape, Don, and Candice summoned all their strength to free Camilla, and finally they pulled her away from the naked men; she flew down the stairs and beyond the first floor, and down another flight of stairs to basement one.

Down there, in yet another large, dark, circular room, were Desiree, the stripper from Club Ritz, Mr. Patterson, Sam, Mr. Grisham, and Mr. Finch, all naked and ready for sex. Camilla lay on the floor on her back, as eager for another good lay as she was to let her angry former lovers have a chance to abuse her, and thus assuage her of her guilt some more. Cameron came down, stood by, and watched, licking his lips.

Desiree sat on her face; her hairy pussy tickled.

Reminds me of back when I used to eat her out onstage during our floorshows, Camilla thought, slipping her tongue inside Desiree's vagina. Candice was so jealous.

Patterson sat on Camilla's chest, wrapping her tits around his cock. Grisham and Finch pushed her legs up so they could get to her pussy and asshole, into which they respectively shoved their cocks. Sam, once again annoyed that Camilla preferred the other men to him, had no choice but to settle for getting jerked off.

M. Larre came over and aimed his cock for Desiree's mouth; she gladly opened wide and flickered her tongue against the underside of his cock as he slid it in. Both women squealed and screamed as their pussies tingled and vibrated with pleasure. Camilla came all over Grisham's and Finch's groins. Larre watched her ejaculation in awe. "Just like...old times, eh, girls?" Larre asked in moans. "Oh! Like in the...parties we had...in that big house. Unh!"

The girls moaned their agreement. Larre reached down and fondled Desiree's firm tits as she continued blowing him.

As Patterson slid his cock up and down Camilla's chest, enjoying her soft, smooth breasts around his cock, he sighed, "This was once...the little girl who...tried to...unbutton my shirt...in class. You were...always naughty, Camilla. Oh!"

Though Finch enjoyed sliding his cock in and out of her tight asshole, he looked over longingly at the tits Patterson was enjoying. "Oh, I want those," Finch moaned. "Unh! Hey, wanna trade? Her tits...for her asshole?"

"Sure," Patterson said, and they quickly swapped positions.

Instead of fucking Camilla's tits, Finch grabbed them and squeezed away, just like back when he'd had her in her old elementary school, and his wife caught them together. Still jacking Sam off, Camilla reached over with her other hand and fondled Finch's dick. Though his squeezing hands hurt her tits, Camilla patiently endured it, since the pain seemed to make some of her guilt dissolve away.

As Grisham fucked Camilla's pussy, which had just come a second time, he said, "Oh, Camilla, why did you...have to have...so many...other lovers? I should never...have dumped you. Oh! Then it would...have been just...you and me...here in hell. Unh! With no other...men to...share you with."

So, I'm not the only one with regrets, Camilla thought.

Soon, everyone else started coming: Desiree gushed all over Camilla's face, then took Larre's cock out of her mouth and got up so he could shoot his come on Camilla's face, too. Sam and Finch came on her hands, Patterson and Grisham pulled their cocks out of her holes and came all over her tits and belly. Camilla was so flooded with come, she seemed more fully dressed than her friends, who were struggling to get through another of the masked men's psychic barriers and get to her.

"Nigrovum rained on the earth from heaven, just like how we just came all over you, Camilla," Finch observed.

"Nigrovum, the Sons of God, rained blessings on mankind," Grisham added. "Remember that old heresy?"

"How blessed do you feel, Camilla?" Desiree taunted through her heavy breathing.

Remembering only her mounting guilt, Camilla thought, I deserve this. She got up, and saw the stairway to basement two.

Don, Agape, and Candice had just broken through the psychic barrier; they went over to get Camilla and bring her up to the higher floors, but she'd already begun running to that stairway leading down.

To be saved, I must endure the worst, she thought.

Her friends followed her down the stairs to basement two, where Drs. Lawson and Abruzzi were waiting for her, along with Miles Holland, her old boss in the Toronto electronics company, and Garth Van Duyne, someone she never wanted touching her body again. Still, she had to endure the worst, so she'd even put up with him fucking her. Gregg, Patrick's friend, was waiting for her with them, too.

They lay her on her back. Dr. Lawson aimed his cock for her already wide-open mouth; Abruzzi squatted on her chest, putting his cock between her tits; Holland slid his cock in her pussy; and Van Duyne psychically lubricated her asshole, then shoved his cock in. She took Gregg's cock in her hand and began jerking. As the men fucked her, they shouted out obscenities and blasphemies to express both their lust and anger over their damnation.

"Yeah, go to work, bitch!" Lawson growled as his cock slid in and out of her watering mouth. "Too bad...you don't have...that sexy spandex...grey outfit...to strip out of. I would have...enjoyed seeing...that again. Oh!"

"I remember...the first time...you turned me on...with these titties," Abruzzi grunted. "At that...wine and...cheese party...at York. Ah! You were wearing...that revealing dress...and showing off...your cleavage. You tempted...me down here, you fucking whore! God damn you!"

"Don't...blame everything...on her," Van Duyne said as his cock went in and out of her ass. "My masked friends...and I...were responsible...for a lot...of what's happening here. Unh!"

"Fuck you!" shouted Holland, ramming his cock aggressively in her coming cunt. "We should...rape you...and your masked...friends instead. Oh!"

"Be thankful...we don't rape you," Van Duyne warned. "We own hell, not you. Oh!"

Gregg sprayed his come all over Camilla's dripping wet hand; Lawson came in her mouth, with a little of his come dribbling out the sides; Abruzzi came all over her tits; and Holland and Van Duyne pulled their cocks out of her holes, blowing their loads all over her belly. Her friends, having just broken through yet another psychic barrier, came over and pulled her lovers off her body.

Another pair of hands helped: those of Mrs. Holland, who angrily grabbed her unfaithful husband, pulled him away, and started hitting him with a frying pan. "Come with me, you little bastard!"

"You leave him alone, you bitch!" Camilla screamed as Agape, Don, and Candice carried her back towards the stairs leading up to basement one.

"Mind your own business, you whore!" Mrs. Holland shouted back, hitting Miles again. "It's your fucking fault we're all in this hell!"

Camilla struggled to get free of her friends so she could help her old boss, but they carried her up the stairs. If only my problems could now be as simple as they had been back then, when we were all alive, she thought.

Back on basement one, Camilla's friends hurried to get her to the stairs to the first floor, but more old lovers of hers grabbed her and took her away from them. Another, even more powerful psychic barrier separated Agape, Don, and Candice from Mr. Dawson, Mr. Keyes, Leo, and Dr. Davis. Vicky, the aboriginal woman killed in the Grouse Mountain mansion, was with them, too.

Camilla was on all fours. Her two lovers in the old elementary school had the upper part of her body: Dawson receiving a blow job, and Keyes underneath her, fondling and sucking her tits. Vicky was licking her pussy while Leo shoved his cock up Camilla's ass. Vicky was also on all fours, and Dr. Davis was giving it to her doggy-style. Camilla was giving her old psychiatrist, Dr. Mason, a hand-job while he fondled Vicky's tits. Camilla's other hand jerked off Keyes.

"This native...is hot," Davis moaned as he fucked her tight pussy. "She reminds me...of those old...Hyapatia Lee movies...I used to...jerk off to. Ah!"

"Oh, this beautiful asshole," Leo moaned as he fucked Camilla's ass. "I still remember...the first time...I saw it, when you stripped...for me...in my brother's home...and he took...pictures of you...for your porn site. Oh!"

"You coming...to our school...in Vancouver," Keyes said between sucks of Camilla's right nipple, "and us coming up...behind you, and feeling you up...as I am, now. What memories." He was pinching the nipple of her other tit as he caressed it.

"They're only memories now," Dawson said, sighing as her wet lips and tongue danced all over his dick.

"Only bad memories...for me," Vicky said between licks of Camilla's swollen labia. Vicky gently rubbed her finger against Camilla's rock-hard clitoris, and a waterfall of come soon flooded Vicky's face. Dawson came in Camilla's deep-throating mouth soon after, and her two hands were then drenched in the come of Mason's and Keyes' cocks. Leo pulled his cock out of her ass, and he rained his come all over her buttocks. Then Davis pulled his cock out of Vicky and came on her ass. Finished with Camilla, all her lovers left her and went into another room, in search for more lovers.

Camilla went into a quiet room and found petite, little Li-ping hiding there, trembling and sobbing while lying on the floor in the fetal position. Using Nigrovum to make all the come that was dripping off her body disappear, Camilla squatted down and looked in the frightened Asian's beautiful eyes. She put her arms around Li-ping.

"Let me take away your pain, in the best way I know how," Camilla said, kissing her gently on the cheek. "Let's make love, Li-ping--forever, and ever, and ever. Remember saying that to me, in my dreams?"

"Yeah, but I no want to," Li-ping said, still trembling and sobbing. "I so scared. Always raped. Why you have to bring this hell on all of us?"

"I'm so sorry, baby," Camilla said, gently kissing her on the lips and rocking her shaking little body back and forth. "I never meant for you all to be hurt. I'll be gentle with you: no violence, I promise."

Camilla opened Li-ping's legs slowly, patiently allowing the frightened Taiwanese girl to overcome her timidity. Then Camilla buried her face in the girl's hairy pussy. Li-ping's sobs soon changed to sighs, since Camilla's expert tongue and lips went way beyond healing the many injuries to Li-ping's vaginal walls, using Nigrovum not only to heal the cuts and sores, but to electrify the girl's G-spot in a way she hadn't enjoyed since when she was back in Taiwan, with her old boyfriend. After several minutes of sighing from Camilla's tickling tongue and kissing lips, Li-ping came.

That was beautiful, Camilla thought as she sat up and looked in Li-ping's much happier eyes. And I did it here in hell, of all places. Nigrovum can still be used for good, in a sexual context.

Suddenly, Larre, Marcel, Brad (her lecherous old York classmate), and Mr. Tremblay--the French teacher who saw her nude in a Vancouver park during her photo shoot with Bob--barged in the room and surprised them.

"No!" Li-ping screamed. "No rape me again! Please!"

Camilla jumped up. "Guys, take me instead. Don't hurt her."

"Oh, come on, Camilla," Larre said. "You know just as well as we know, and she knows, that sex gives the only happiness here. Get out of the way." The men grabbed Li-ping, who struggled futilely to get free of them.

"Wait! No!" Camilla shouted. "You bastards! No!" She tried doing a few tae kwon do kicks, but the masked men put up yet another barrier to stop her from fighting with Li-ping's rapists. They dragged the poor Asian out of the room, and all Camilla could do was stand there and watch the girl's suffering in the other room, the door not even closed to spare Camilla the horror of seeing the imminent gang-bang. "This is all my fault. My lust made her suffer. My lust turned those men into monsters."

Camilla now ran out of the room and down those stars to basement two again. Mrs. Holland had just finished beating her husband with the frying pan; he was on the floor, curled in a ball, shaking and moaning in pain.

"You bitch!" Camilla screamed, punching Miles' abusive wife in the gut, then taking the frying pan out of her hand and hitting her on the back several times with it. "How do you like being beaten, you cunt!"