Camilla Ch. 051

"Such a...tight asshole," her fucker grunted. "I'm in...love with you, pretty corn-hole."

This being her first anal fuck, it shocked and humiliated her, but the sensation was strangely pleasurable. Dora, too, was getting used to anal, even enjoying it a little, in spite of how degraded she felt. Both women reminded themselves of the fortune they were promised, and how it would deliver their loved ones from a grim future.

Camilla saw TV screens all around with with images of people committing suicide; there were also snuff films. The masked men fucking the naked people blasphemed and shouted obscenities at them: every loud curse made Camilla jump from being startled. She also heard the soprano from the Varese composition sing these disturbing words:"les femmes assassines"."OK," she said to herself, "this party shit isn't fun anymore."

"Camilla and Li-ping," a masked man said. "You two must go down to basement three. Follow me."

Still fighting as hard as she could against the intoxication, Camilla asked, "Where's my friend, Candice? Where's Calina?"

"They're both on basement three," he said as they all went down the stairs.

In the main room on basement three, the word FRAUD was written in big letters in gold on one of the walls. Varese's orchestral workAmeriqueswas heard on a loudspeaker, while the words of the ceremony continued to be heard on an intercom.

"Church fraud is the evil of our day," the High Priest said. "The clergy has always been guilty of simony, of selling religious artifacts to gullible believers. Christians are the real false prophets they warn us of. They are our sorcerers and corrupt politicians. They are all thieves and hypocrites. Satan will boil the clergy and Pope in a lake of hot pitch; they'll be bitten by snakes for practicing their false religion. Hail, Satan!"

Camilla could hear more clearly what was being said, being now more successful at fighting off the drug's effects, out of sheer willpower. Her Catholic sensibilities were offended by the High Priest's words.

The masked men took her and Li-ping into a dungeon in which Candice was tied up spread-eagle: a masked man was whipping her back with a cat o'nine tails. "Hey!" Camilla said slurring words. "What are you doing to Candice?"

"The same as what we're doing to you," a masked man answered as he, aided by three other masked men, tied Camilla up by the arms and legs, standing spread-eagle like Candice. Camilla knew she wouldn't have been strong enough to fight the men even without having been drugged, so it was useless even to try. Li-ping was tied up the same way immediately after. "You three girls wandered off during our ritual, against our wishes" he continued. "You must be punished for your disobedience."

"Wait!" Camilla shouted. "We never agr--" Her protest was interrupted by a lash of a cat o'nine tails on her back. She screamed in pain. Another masked man started whipping Li-ping. Still submissive to the Nigrovum, she felt largely immune from any pain. "Don't hurt her!" Camilla shouted.

More lashes on Camilla's back silenced her. All three women's backs had stripes of dripping crimson blood, which their tormentors licked up greedily between lashings.

"Why are you licking off my blood, you sick bastards?" she yelled."Ah!"she screamed to another lashing.

"To have your sacred Nigrovum in our own blood," her whipper said. "To make us more powerful." He licked her back again, up in a line parallel with her spine.

Again, these words disturbed her. After having given each girl forty lashes, and licking off all the blood before seeing Camilla's wounds begin to heal, the men stopped. Her pain also ended with surprising speed. She remembered what Dr. Singh had told her about his quickly healing wounds. Was he right about the 'microscopic black eggs'? Was Nigrovum a disease, or a blessing? She, too, had become a miraculously quick healer! Perhaps there would be other powers the Nigrovum would give her; the masked men talked about gaining power from it--why couldn't she also? Maybe this power could help her get out of this, as it increasingly seemed to her, death trap.

TVs in the dungeon showed violent movies with scenes of dismemberment:Commando, with Schwarzenegger cutting off a soldier's arm;Monty Python and the Holy Grail--the scene with the Black Knight having his arms and legs hacked off;Caligula, the ending, showing a man being decapitated when the emperor is being stabbed to death; and Jaws--the scene when the shark kills a man, and his dismembered leg is seen floating on the water. Another TV showed the scene fromThe Exorcist, when Regan's head turns all the way around and she says in Burke's voice, "You know what she did? Your cunting daughter?"

Calina, Vicky, and Jasmine, all still high, entered the room from the other side after receiving great sex from, respectively, Clarence, the aboriginal, and masked Hank (though Jasmine didn't know it was him). The girls went up to the flogging masked men to talk to them.

"Great party," Calina slurred. "Good, hot fucking. I love your home."

"Me, too," Vicky said. "It's a beautiful place." Referring to the naked aboriginal man, she asked. "Where's Tom? I've looked everywhere for him."

"You guys wear such nice suits," Jasmine added. "I wish the masks would come off, though: which o' you guys is Hank?"

Knowing none of these women really liked them, their libertine hosts could smell an obvious attempt to curry favour, and be treated better. "We punish flatterers here!" said the masked man who'd whipped Camilla. Picking up Jasmine, he said. "You have to come with us!" The other two masked men picked up Calina and Vicky. The three girls were taken into another room.

"Where are they taking Jasmine?" Candice slurred.

"We're finding out," Camilla said, using all her strength and willpower to pull her hands out of their tight binding. Since her pain now disappeared quickly, she was encouraged to endure the burning friction of the rope; also, she found that her willpower was giving her extra strength. This must have been the Nigrovum, she thought; with this encouragement, she was sure she'd get herself and her friends out of this hell of a house, and soon.

As she continued struggling and hoping to get herself, Candice, and Li-ping free before more masked men came into the room, Camilla thought about the fraud that was this party.These Satanists are the false prophets, she thought; their new world order isn't going to be born if I can help it. Corrupt, pandering politicians: that mayor and those crooked cops! Candice was right to have me hide from them back in Luvlee's. Why'd I have to get fired? And where's all that money those men promised us? I bet there isn't any. Thieves and hypocrites, insulting my Church! They're much worse than the most corrupt clergy!

Finally, she freed one hand, and rushed to untie the other, nervously watching the door to see if the masked men would return. "Liars," she said as she freed her other hand. "Just like my mom when she lied about my dad, saying he was the bad parent, whenshewas!" Now almost completely sobered up through her willpower, she bent over and started untying her left foot. "Please, maskies, don't come back." Freeing both feet, she went over to Li-ping and untied her, then Candice. She led both doped-up girls over to the door the masked men went out with Calina, Vicky, and Jasmine.

Slowly and carefully, Camilla opened the door: no masks were there in the dark hallway. She got the staggering girls to follow her in. They got to an ajar door; Camilla could hear some 'maskies' laughing, and she could hear slushing sounds. She looked through the crack of the door: Calina, Vicky, and Jasmine had each been dumped, feet first, into a huge barrel of shit! They were obviously still too intoxicated to know what had been done to them. The three 'masks' took Vicky and Jasmine out, washed them off with a hose, and brought them towards the door, walking out of the room and leaving the door open. They walked down the hall and into another room, away from where Camilla was hiding: they never saw her. "Where do I get my good luck from? Nigrovum?" she asked herself. "Why'd they leave Calina here? Oh, well: I'll get her out. You girls wait here."

Camilla raced into the room. "C'mon, Calina, I'm getting you out of here." Calina's arms weren't in the shit, so that made it easier for Camilla, who tried her best not to vomit from the smell, to get the wasted Russian out of the shit barrel. She got Calina out and hosed her clean as quickly and thoroughly as she could. "C'mon, girl: you're coming with me."

"I'm coming?" Calina asked with a lewd smile.

"Not that meaning," Camilla said. "Let's go."

After getting Calina out of that room and back in the hall with Candice and Li-ping, Camilla led the girls to where the masks had taken Jasmine and Vicky. She opened a door leading to stairs going down to basement four. "Is this where those bastards took Jasmine and the native girl?" Camilla asked herself.

"Jasmine?" Candice asked in slurs. "Where are you?"

"We'll find her, sweetie," Camilla said, and they all went down the stairs. "Fuck, it's cold down here." Seeing the other doped-up girls blissfully unaware of the cold, she whispered, "I almost wish I was still high."

She approached the door at the foot of the stairs, and slowly opened it a bit to see inside. On a wall in the dark, torchlit room was the huge word TREACHERY written in frozen blood. "Treachery is right," she whispered. "This is a house of treachery." She heard screams, like those of someone being stabbed. "Oh my God!" she gasped. "Girls, stay here." She went in, hugging her nakedness as best she could to lessen the freezing cold.

She saw naked Clarence, sobering up and shivering in the freezing room. "Damn, it's fuckin' cold!" he shouted.

She went up beside him. "What's going on?" she asked.

"The masked dudes took me and some of the other naked dudes and girls up a tunnel outside so we could whack off on the grass in a forest," he said, "They said they were makin' more of that drink with our come. Brrr!"

"A tunnel leading outside?" she asked in hopeful surprise. "Where?"

"It's a hidden way out, with a secret door right here in this room, if you can feel your way around in the dark and find it," he explained. "They call it 'Satan's Tail'."

"Satan's Tail?" She remembered what that Frenchman had said in the 'examination room'.

"Yeah," Clarence said. Then he shouted out to an adjoining room, "Gimme some fuckin' clothes, man! I'm freezin' my meat off!"

"Meat is always frozen before it iscooked," a mask said as he walked into the room. Camilla quickly hid behind a chair. There was a baseball bat lying against the wall where she was hiding. The masked man took Clarence with him; they were going towards a kitchen, which was much warmer. She picked up the bat, snuck up behind the mask, and hit him hard on the head, killing him.

"What you doin', girl?" Clarence asked, watching her look in the masked man's pockets.

"He's gotta have a cell-phone," she said."Here."She pulled a cell-phone out of his blazer pocket.

"I'm goin' in the hot room," Clarence said. "I'm sick of this fuckin' cold. Damn!"

"We're all getting outta here," she said. "But I agree, let's warm up in there a bit." She took the phone and bat with her and followed Clarence into the room, which was a large kitchen.

The slow, sombre Varese compositionUn grand sommeil noir,for soprano and piano, was heard on a speaker. There was a big table in the middle, covered in blood. Dora, still high, sat on a chair next to it, and a cook was on the other side of the kitchen with his back to the naked people.

"What's with the blood...?" Clarence asked.

"Shh!" Camilla said as quietly as she could. When they got closer to the table, they saw glasses with more Nigrovum, and dismembered arms, legs, and male and female torsos! The decapitated heads of Sandy, Vicky, and Jasmine were boldly on display on the counter by the cook, who was gutting Sandy's torso, and putting her guts in a meat pie he was preparing to bake for all the masked men! Another finished meat pie had just been taken out of the oven! They could smell the gas on the stove still on.

Every hair on Camilla's and Clarence's bodies was standing on end, even more so than they were in the freezing room. Clarence, trying desperately to keep his cool, took the baseball bat from Camilla, who was trying to keep from vomiting. The noise she was making caused the cook to turn around; Clarence clubbed him over the head with the bat, killing him. He ran over to get Dora, then they ran out of the kitchen with Camilla.

They ran back into the freezing room, where four masks had brought Calina, Candice, and Li-ping.

"Oh, shit!" Clarence said.

"What are you doing?" a mask demanded.

"Saving ourselves," Camilla said, having grabbed a torch from one of the walls.

The masks came at her and Clarence. He swung his bat at a mask and hit him hard, knocking him down. Camilla pointed her torch at another mask, setting his arm on fire. He screamed and ran into the kitchen.

Clarence and Camilla continued swinging their bat and torch at the other two masks. The other naked girls were sobering up, Candice especially; and she frantically looked for a door leading to some kind of escape.

"Feel around the walls, Candice!" Camilla yelled. "There's a secret entrance to a tunnel leading outside!"

"Really?" Candice said, feeling around the wall near the word TREACHERY.

"Oh, shit," said one of the masks. "Stop her before she finds Satan's Tail!" Camilla kept swinging her torch at him and the other mask to stop them from getting near Candice.

The mask whose arm was on fire raced for the kitchen sink; he was too frantic about putting out the fire to pay attention to the stove gas still being on, and when he got too close, a huge explosion blew him across the room, killing him. The whole kitchen was on fire.

Clarence hit the other two distracted masks with the bat. Candice, still feeling around the walls, finally found the secret entrance: the door, hidden in the dark wall, swung open. "I found it!" she shouted.

"Satan's Tail!" Camilla said. C'mon, guys! Let's get out of here!"

As Camilla, Candice, and Clarence got the other three girls to the tunnel entrance, they heard feet coming down the stairs. "Oh, God: they're coming!" Candice said. "Hurry, guys: get in there!"

All the girls got into the tunnel, and Clarence was the last to get in. Five masks rushed into the room. "Oh, shit!" one of them said. "They found Satan's Tail: they're getting away!"

"You damn right, assholes!" Clarence said as he rushed through the doorway, closing the door and bolting it with the bat. He ran like hell after the other girls through the long, upward-sloping tunnel.

The masks were banging at the door to open it, with no success. One of them took out his cell-phone and called another mask up on the ground floor. "Hurry! Some of the victims are escaping through Satan's Tail. The kitchen on basement four is on fire, and the fire is spreading quickly! Get some people to find the girls: I think Camilla is among them. Help us control this fire: we're gonna die down here!"

The tunnel lead up to the surface in a slow, gradual slope. Eventually the six naked people came to an opening in the ground, which was right in the middle of the forest.

When they all got out, they weren't safe yet: masks were already outside the house, racing for the forest, where they knew their victims would be. Camilla dialled Bob's number on the cell-phone she'd stolen. "Bob?" she said. "It's Camilla. I'm out in a forest near Grouse Mountain. Please come out and meet me here. I'm in danger!"

"Wait! Whoa!" Bob said, waking up. "It's almost four in the mor..."

"Shut up and listen!" she said. "Crazy men are trying to kill us! Get over here in your van as fast as you can!"

"Kill 'us'?" he asked.

"Yes. I went to this sex party with a bunch of strippers...it's a long story. I'll explain later. Just hurry!"

"How will I find you in a forest in the dark?"

"We're all naked: five girls, one black guy! The crazy men are wearing masks and black suits. Hurry!"

"OK," he said, and hung up.

The naked sextet ran through the forest and hid in some bushes. The masks were getting closer.

"Don't let them get away!" a mask shouted. "Camilla's with them. She's the sacrificial victim. She mustn't escape!"

"Sacrificial victim?" Candice said. "Who are those sick bastards?"

Pointing their flashlights everywhere, the masks kept looking, with no success. "Where the hell are they?" one of them shouted.

"The house!" another shouted. "The fire is spreading everywhere! We can't put it out! Fire fighters are coming. They aren't in on our set-up; if they find any of the bodies, burned or unburned, they could tell any cops not on our payroll. We have to go back and destroy any evidence of spilled blood that we can find!"

"What about those girls? What about Camilla? We need her!" asked a third mask.

"Fuck them," the second mask said. "If they tell anyone, it's their word against ours. They're naked and far from home. They've got nothing. Our cops will get 'em and arrest 'em sooner or later. Then we'll get Camilla and do the ceremony all over again. If she's grown stronger from the Nigrovum, we'll drug her with a stronger dosage next time. C'mon!" The masks went back to the house.

"Whew," Camilla said. "Now we just need Bob's van to get here."

"What's the address of the mansion?" Candice asked.

"Wait a minute," Camilla thought. "Oh yeah: 1111 Morse Road."

"I love your photographic memory, Camil," Candice said.

"I'll call Bob again and tell him," Camilla said. She did.

"Good," he said as he was driving through Vancouver. "I know that area. I did some photo shoots out there half a year ago. I'll be there as fast as I can: I'm running red lights and everything."

He arrived and found them all in twenty minutes. He got out of his van, opened the side door for them, and went back to the driver's seat. The naked six emerged from the bushes: Bob was in awe of the nude beauty he saw. Camilla, Candice, Calina, and Clarence, all insouciant of their nudity, just casually got in. Li-ping and Dora, being more modest, had their hands covering their chests and pubes as they got in. Bob drove them away just as the fire engines arrived.

Camilla sat next to Li-ping; Calina sat next to Clarence; and Candice sat next to Dora.

"Don't worry, baby," Camilla said with her arm around Li-ping. "It's all over."

"What about the mayor?" Li-ping asked, sobbing. "Why he didn't protect me?"

"He was one of them, sweetie," Camilla said. "He was one of the bad guys; you just didn't know."

"Clarence," Calina said, " you want a blow job?"

"Sorry, baby," he said. "After what just happened, I'm all fucked out."

"But I'm still horny," she insisted.

"Calina, we've all been traumatized," Candice said. "Aren't you?"

"I want more sex," Calina said. "Make me forget what happened."

"Calina," Camilla said. "Sex isn't everything; evenIknow that. Temporary cease fuck, OK?"

"But I'm still hot," Calina said.

"You blow me away, girl," Candice said, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Blow you?" Calina asked with a lewd grin. "I come over to you."

"Not that kind of blowing," Camilla said. "We all need a rest from sex for a while, I think. My God, all those poor women and men who got murdered by those bastards."

"What about Jasmine?" Candice asked. "She wasn't one of them, was she?"

"I'm sorry, Candice," Camilla said. "She didn't make it." Candice soon began quietly sobbing; Dora put her arms around her to comfort her.