Camilla Ch. 118

Mrs. Holland fell to the floor, then Camilla dropped the pan and ran towards the stairs to basement three. She hurried down the stairs.

There, in another dark, circular room were the four Vancouver punks, licking their lips and ready to fuck.

"Get ready for the worst rape in history, big titty bitch!" the leader of the punks said.

"We're gonna tear you a new cunt, a new asshole, and a new mouth," said the second punk.

"You'll be Swiss cheese within ten minutes," the third punk said. They all laughed.

"Here, we have multiple orgasms, and we'll rape you forever, with no breaks!" said the fourth.

Ms. Callahan came by and watched with a bitter smile. "I warned you, Camilla," she said, "sooner or later, you'd be forced to fuck those you didn't like."

Good, she thought. I deserve it. I especially deserve it, if Li-ping has to be gang-raped forever. I led all these people down here, including my son, if I can find him. Let me endure the worst, so I'll finally be redeemed. I'm ready. She lay on her back on the floor.

The leader shoved his dick in her mouth, as if he'd punched her in the face; two of the other boys similarly penetrated her pussy and ass; the fourth boy grabbed her tits and wrapped them around his cock so aggressively that Mr. Finch's touch seemed gentle in comparison. As they stabbed her with their cocks, her screams of pain were muffled by the cock in her mouth. Blood poured out of her cunt and asshole.

As they continued to gang-rape her, she could sense the presence of Eros nearby! I felt--I mean, she felt his pain. No longer wanting to be punished, Camilla felt her longing for redemption come in the form of a mother's love for her son.

She struggled and struggled, squealing and kicking.

"Stay still, bitch!" the leader shouted, reaching up to punch her in the face. Stupidly forgetting that his cock was still in her mouth, she bit on it with all of her strength. "Aaaaaah!" he screamed. When she let go, he fell on the floor on his back and cradled what was left of his cock in his hands.

The other three punks wouldn't be so easy to get off of her, for they still had her pinned to the ground. The boy fucking her tits raised up his fist to punch her, then she used Nigrovum to visualize those ear-piercing stars ringing loudly and shrilly against his ear-drums. He immediately put his hands on his ears and got off of her, shouting in pain.

As for the other two boys, she visualized her blood as acidic, though not at all harmful to her body. It immediately burned her pussy fucker's cock and balls off; some of the acidic blood dripped on the cock of her ass-fucker, too. Both boys screamed and fell to the floor, grabbing their castrated crotches.

Watching the whole thing, Callahan smirked and said, "Wow. Impressive." Then she left the room.

Now free of the punks, Camilla got up and rushed into the neighbouring room. There, sure enough, she found Eros' large body pinned down with the collective psychic power of many masked men. His rapists were fucking his mouth and ass, and a third was sucking his dick. Instead of stopping them with his great strength, Eros patiently endured his suffering.

Cameron came down into the room to watch, grinning in anticipation.

"You leave my son alone, you bastards!" she screamed, running at Eros' rapists.

Suddenly, Agape, Don, and Candice appeared, holding Camilla back. Eros, too, was psychically restraining her, so she couldn't get any closer to him.

"Baby?" she said in tears. "Why won't you let Mommy save you?"

"We're trying to save you, Camil," Candice said, "and the world. Remember?"

"Why won't you let us save you?" Don asked.

"Because no mother can bear to stand by and allow her son to be raped; isn't that so, Camilla?" said one of the masked men standing by Eros' rapists. "She knows we want her, not Eros, to rape. We'll gladly give him up to you, Camilla, if you're willing to make the sacrifice."

"Don't do it, Camilla," Agape warned her.

"That's what they want you to do," Don said. "So they can spread your lust and fear-energy into the world of the living, enslaving them and giving the masked men more power."

"We know Eros is weakening our power," the masked man said. "If you leave hell without him, Camilla, we'll brutalize him in unspeakable ways, ways that make these rapes seem like caresses. You don't believe me? Watch." He stabbed a knife deep inside Eros' side; the boy's scream of pain was muffled by the force-fed cock in his mouth.

"No!" Camilla screamed, bawling for her son.

"You must choose, Camilla: him, or you, gang-raped for eternity," the masked man said. "I know you can handle the incessant gang-rapes; your endurance was so impressive in the aquarium. But can you really bear knowing what we'll do to your son if you don't replace him as our bitch? Come on, Camilla: haven't you been selfish enough in your life? All those men and woman dead and suffering here, all because of your unbridled lust?"

"Shut up!" shouted Agape. "You're not raping my daughter!"

"She's suffered, too!" Candice said. "And this is all your fault, not hers!"

"She knows what I'm saying is true, don't you, Camilla?" the masked man asked. "It's time to choose: continue to be selfish, or assuage your guilt and sacrifice yourself, for the first time in your miserable life." He punched Eros in the side, right where the knife-wound was. Eros temporarily swooned.

"Alright! I'll do it," Camilla said, pulling towards Eros to replace him as rape victim. "Let me go!" she shouted at Agape, Don, and Candice.

"No!" her friends shouted together, still holding her back.

She struggled to get free, and some of the masked men pulled her arms to help her get out of the grasp of Don, Agape, and Candice. Eros' rapists pulled their cocks out of his ass and mouth, and his cock-sucker took the boy's cock out of his mouth. They got ready to take Camilla.

The tug-of-war to have Camilla continued for several more seconds, and seemingly out of nowhere, an additional surge of power came to the aid of Camilla and the masked men, pulling her free of Don, Agape, and Candice.

"No!" Camilla's three loved ones screamed as her body flew over and onto Eros', hitting him. A brief sizzling of electricity flashed when their bodies made contact, and the masked men took the nude female and made the nude 18-year-old giant male fly upwards to basement two. Don, Agape, and Candice raced up there.

On basement two, masked men were seen gang-raping a number of familiar male faces. These victims included the three white men, two black men, and Tom, the aboriginal, all killed in the Grouse Mountain mansion. Also being raped were Joey, Sean, Allen, Brian, Alain, Danny, and Chris, all of whom had their faces brightly made up and were wearing high heels, a reminder of the days when many of them were my--I mean, Camilla's priests.

Mr. Berman was being gang-raped, too. "It's just like...when I was...in prison," he grunted in pain. "Ah!"

"This is...worse than what...I suffered...from my father," Alain cried. "Oh!"

"Effeminization," Chris groaned. "All over again. Ah!"

"Humiliation," Sean moaned. "Just like when...Camilla made me...get sodomized...just so I...could fuck her. Unh!"

With her closer psychic connection with all the spirits around her, Camilla could vividly feel all the rape victims' pain. She could feel her guilt growing fat all over her. She was shaking with agitation.

She looked down at her body, and was surprised to see Eros' body instead of mine--I mean, Camilla's. "What the hell?" she said. "I should be down there, being raped by the masked men. Why do I have my son's body?"

Her friends arrived, putting up a powerful psychic barrier, not only to stop the ghosts of her former lovers and the masked men from getting at Camilla, but also to make the following conversation inaudible to them.

"Why do you have his body instead of yours?" Agape said. "Because Eros used his shape-shifting powers to trick the masked men into thinking he is you. He knew, as we all did, that you would never let him be gang-raped, so using Nigrovum to trade bodies with you was the only way he could cheat those bastards into giving you up unwittingly."

"With your body, it will be easier for him," Candice explained. "Having a vagina, he'll be in less pain, and they'll be less rough on him, 'cause they'll think he's you."

"Why didn't he make the switch before," Camilla asked, "when I tried to save him after I'd just died, or when I'd fallen into my coma?"

"Because only now has he lowered the masked men's power to the point of being able to trick them into thinking that you and he are each other," Candice said.

"The best thing of all is that he'll be able to continue his work, changing lust and fear-energy into the energies of love and hope, saving humanity from the masked men's global hegemony," Don said. "His method is subtle and brilliant: the masked men will never know he's converting their evil energy into good. What he does is he takes the extreme energy of selfish desire, at the tip of the tail of the ouroboros, and he shifts it slightly, making the masked men think the desire is moving to a further extreme on the continuum, to more desire. The masked men don't know of the paradoxical, yin/yang nature of all opposites, of how one extreme dissolves into its opposite extreme on the circular continuum, symbolized by the serpent biting its tail. When he shifts the desire along the circular continuum, they think he's using Nigrovum to expand lust into more lust; actually, he's transforming extreme selfishness into extreme selflessness. He does the same with extreme fear and despair: he shifts the energy ever so slightly on the continuum, changing from bitten tail to biting head, from fear to courage, and from despair to hope."

"Of course," Camilla said, remembering her own lecturing on the ouroboros in her McGill classes. "Now it all makes sense."

"It's especially easy for Eros to do it now that he has your ever-wet vagina," Candice said. "He'll seem forever compulsively horny and coming, tricking those bastards, when really he's changing sexual ecstasy into spiritual ecstasy, changing desire to touch bodies into a desire to touch hearts and souls. In the same way, he'll be making the fearful brave."

"After all, courageous people are no less scared than cowards," Agape said. "The brave simply choose to control their fear."

"Now you must see why he has to stay with the masked men," Don said. "Not forever--just until their power is reduced to insignificance."

I looked--I mean, Camilla looked around at the naked young men being sodomized by masked men. "Poor Joey," she said, watching him being forced to suck dick. "Poor Sean, poor Danny, and poor Chris. Same for Allen, Alain, and Brian." Chris had licked her pretty asshole back in York those many years ago in Dr. Cage's class: now Chris was being forced to lick a masked man's filthy asshole. "This used to turn me on--watching gay sex. But there's no consent here; those boys are being degraded. I used to like watching boys get humiliated during gay sex; it must have been because I wanted revenge on all those boys in public school who were mean to me because I was so skinny then. But Joey, Sean, Alain, and all the others over there--they didn't deserve to be punished for the sins of my childhood classmates. I'm a terrible woman...Oh, God. I deserve punishment."

"No, Camilla, come with us," Agape said.

"You've suffered, too," Candice said. "Remember the aquarium? There you were already degraded. Please, no more degradation for you--it won't help those boys."

"Come up with us to the heavenly realms," Don urged Camilla. "We'll go up through the roof of this hell-house and into the sky, where this surreal, dream-like world of an afterlife will take you to paradise."

"A Pure Land," Candice said. "A heavenly house, surrounded by beautiful lawns and peaceful countryside. And above that mansion, in the sky, is Nirvana, absolute peace."

"It's a long journey, but it's worth it," Agape said. "In heaven, all souls are one--not the clone-like Goth zombies you see here, virtually undifferentiated in body--in heaven, we're unified in spirit, but with what St. Paul called 'spiritual bodies'."

"You'll get your blonde hair, blue eyes, and peach skin back," Candice promised.

"You'll have the sweetness and innocence of a child," Don said. "For as Jesus said, we can get to heaven only as a child--remember?"

"Of course," Camilla said. "Forgetting what we know, with no knowledge of good and evil. No shame."

Beyond the influence of the pairs of opposites, said the voice of Dr. Singh, from the realm of the living.

"Ravinder!" Camilla said in pleasant surprise.

It's a beautiful, peaceful place, Armand's voice called out.

"In heaven, all is an eternal now," Agape said. "No guilt over the past, no fear for the future, just the enjoyment of the present. Pain feels far away, felt only faintly, if that."

"Come with us, Camil," Candice said. "It's a long way up, but we'll get you there."

Camilla looked at her sodomized former boy lovers again, and felt the pangs of her guilt sting her. "No!" she shouted. "I want a shorter, faster way there: purification by fire. I'm sure the ouroboros will lead me downward to heaven, through the serpents' tail--Satan's Tail--through the snake's biting head, into Nirvana, and finally to the heavenly mansion!" She began moving toward the stairs back to basement three, but Agape, Don, and Candice held her back. In Eros' large body, Camilla had the strength to pull free, and she flew down the stairs and quickly past the room where Eros--in a clone of her body--was being gang-raped. She wasn't noticed at all by Eros' rapists.

Now I was--I mean, Camilla was in an S and M dungeon. It was dark and dank, with mouldy brick walls and chains hanging off them. She changed her body back to its original Goth-girl form, for in her guilt feelings she was eager for punishment. Her weaker, smaller female form would be easily overpowered by the approaching masked men who were already whipping other unfortunate souls.

Noticing her friends coming down the stairs to enter the room, the two masked men in that room put up another powerful psychic barrier to keep them out. As they did so, she shrouded them in a cloud of unknowing, making them forgetful of the other masked men's foiled plan to gang-rape her on basement three. Thus she wouldn't be sent up there and switched with Eros.

Showing no resistance, she was quickly taken to a wall and tied up in strappado bondage, gagged and bent over, with her arms held up in elbow and wrist bondage, and a spreader bar between her legs. The two men each picked up his whip and cat o' nine tails and began lashing on her back.

With each red stripe cutting into her skin, she screamed in pain, its loudness muffled by the gag in her mouth. Within seconds, each wound would heal, but then be replaced with a new pair of red stripes. The men licked her blood as it dribbled down her back to her buttocks.

When they'd had enough fun whipping her, they got some hot waxes, of various colours, and began pouring them on her back. First, they dripped it on her slowly, drop by drop, then they got ladles, scooped up larger amounts, and poured it on her. She screamed louder, as if the gag hadn't been put in her mouth.

I deserve this, she thought. I deserve this punishment; I must endure it, for as long as it takes.

Of course, the masked men cared not at all about safety (something they wouldn't have cared about even if they were in the world of the living), and the hot wax they were using was nothing less than scorching. Her burns healed quickly, thanks to Nigrovum, but new burns quickly replaced the healing ones, thanks to the masked men.

Overwhelmed by the pain she was being subjected to, she soon drifted off into the floating, trance-like, out-of-body world of subspace, much like what she'd felt while hovering nude in the aquarium. Only now she didn't relive old memories: she had new experiences with two more people from her past--Troy and her mother, Collette.

Dreaming, Camilla found herself nude in a forest, much like the one in her old dream as a fifty-foot girl, but she and her mom were normal-sized. Since the afterlife felt like a dream to Camilla, in this subspace dream-like state, it was like being in a dream within a dream, so detached did she feel from reality.

Collette and Troy, both clothed but as 'Goth-looking' as Camilla, approached her.

"As usual, the little slut's as naked as the day she was born," Collette said.

"You have no business judging me, Mom," Camilla spat back defiantly. "You were no better, with your swinger parties and group sex gang-bangs, all while I was sleeping in the same house. Your sleeping pills for me were supposed to keep me from knowing your dirty secrets, but--"

"Oh, shut up, Camilla!" Collette shouted. "After the fire and your coma, I quickly mended my ways. But when you turned eighteen, you out-whored me way beyond what I was able even to imagine."

"Only because you taught me to be a slut!"

"Enough!" Collette slapped her.

"Collette, go easy," Troy said. "Hasn't she suffered enough?"

"No, not in my opinion," Collette went on. "You no longer have the right to judge me, after all you've done. Becoming a stripper and seducing Troy was just the tip of the iceberg. I rarely entered your dreams, as all those incubi and succubi did, because I deliberately distanced myself from you and your increasingly shameful practices. Yes, I cheated on your dad; yes, I slandered him and took you from him; yes, I had a lot of wild sex parties while you were supposed to be asleep. But I never committed incest, as you did with your father and your son--"

"I never willingly fucked Eros!" Camilla cried.

"I never deluded myself into thinking I was a goddess, as you did, you fraud," Collette continued, her voice getting gradually louder and louder. "I never required my heterosexual male lovers to humiliate themselves by sexually submitting to gay men, as you did. I never committed deliberate murder, as you did, killing a man's wife, trying to kill Aga's fiancee and killing him instead, killing some innocent Muslim fathers in Bali, among your other victims. Oh, and speaking of all your other victims, I never knowingly passed on an alien microorganism to my lovers, driving them insane with a psychic power they couldn't possibly understand, and causing their deaths, as you did, just because you wanted to score a record number of times! You are one million times the slut I ever was!"

"Fuck you!" Camilla shouted, her face contorted in a rage. She then grabbed her mother by the neck and began choking her.

Troy tried again to intervene. "Camilla, stop it!" he shouted, trying to pull her hands off Collette's neck. "Calm down! Don't lose control!"