Camilla Ch. 091

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"Veronica," Garth told the still-entranced naked girl. "Get on the floor on all fours. We want to enjoy you now."

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In Camilla's class, Chris was fingering her pussy vigorously as he continued kissing and licking her asshole. Dr. Cage and all the panting students watched the lovers, as if in a daze. The boy's finger tickled her G-spot and gently poked at her A-spot.

When she was about to come, Chris felt a psychic power bring his head down to her gaping cunt, and he pulled his finger out. With his mouth wide open, he received every drop of her plentiful ejaculation. After gulping it all down, he resumed licking her asshole; his finger rubbed against her hard clitoris.

Their watchers kept chanting, "Vote Green Party."

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Mayor Van Duyne got behind Veronica, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his hard-on. Another masked man, with his pants and underwear pulled down, lay on his back on the floor under the dazed girl. A third masked man pulled out his cock and stood before her face, ready to get sucked off. The rest of the masked men just sat back and enjoyed the show.

The three men used their psychic powers to lubricate their cocks, her pussy and asshole, and to make her salivate. Then they slid their cocks in, all at the same time.

Stravinsky's music suddenly got loud and violent again, with a pounding drum and irregular rhythms.

She squealed as she felt the men's cocks thrust in and out, in and out. When she'd agreed to strip at the mayor's house, she hadn't agreed to the sex; but she was too much under the control of the men's psychic power to resist, of course, let alone to be aware of what they'd planned to do to her when they were finished fucking her.

"You see...," Garth groaned as he slid his cock in and out of her rectum, "we elites...enjoy sex, but we aren't...slaves to it, as she is...or as the common...herd is."

"Yeah!" the man getting blown sighed. "Oh!"

"Democracy...," the mayor continued as he ass-fucked her, "is absurd. There are leaders...and followers. That's natural. It's always...been that way, it always...will be that way. Unh! Here, and in...the other world."

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Camilla came in the boy's wide-open mouth again; he swallowed it all, except for a few drops running down his chin. He gulped it down, then resumed licking her asshole.

"Can everybody...see?" she asked in squeals. "Ah!"

"Yes, we can," still-hypnotized Dr. Cage said. Indeed, all the students were crowding around her and her ass-licker to get a better look.

They kept chanting, "Vote Green Party."

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Veronica's fuckers were about to come. They all pulled their cocks out; Garth and the man fucking her pussy got up and stood before her, with the man she'd been blowing.

Then all the other masked men got up and stood around her. They all had their hard cocks out, masturbating over her face.

The music had reached the last five minutes or so, and was now climactically violent and dissonant. The priest doing the ritual in the other room said, "NIgrovum rained from heaven all over Mother Earth." Right at the sound of those words, the masked men all ejaculated on her face and hair, and Camilla had then come in Chris's mouth a third time, too.

The masked men's come covered Veronica's face so completely that she could hardly breathe. Garth took a small knife out of his blazer pocket; he slit her throat with it.

"OK, men," he said. "Grab a part of her body, and dig in. Bon appetit." They used Nigrovum to visualize their teeth as sharp and strong as lions': within seconds, their teeth were just so. Then they all grabbed her arms, legs, and torso, and started biting into her flesh. Garth was biting off chunks of her buttocks; other men fed on her belly and breasts, spitting out the silicone. When they were all finished eating her, her corpse was little more than a skeleton. Her blood was a pool staining the mayor's carpet. He was content with that, though.

"She is now ours," he told the men. "We control her soul in the other world, as we will Camilla's. Let Camilla believe she's a goddess here: we know better, as she will know soon enough. It truly amuses me how the common people think they have power, when really they're mere ants under our crushing feet."

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The masked men made that 'gas' of mind control disappear instantly, and everyone in Camilla's classroom suddenly came out of his trance, as if having abruptly woken from a deep sleep, and having forgotten what had just happened. They were now, however, perfectly conscious of what they were looking at--Chris with his face in Camilla's naked ass! Shocked looks were on Dr. Cage's and all his students' faces to see naked Camilla on the floor on all fours. Chris couldn't believe his tongue was actually touching her asshole! Having a taste for coprophilia, though, he didn't mind the faecal smell.

She was as surprised by her embarrassment as she was to find herself suddenly naked there--after all, she hadn't been the one using Nigrovum to control the situation...other, unknown people had.

Thinking fast, she visualized everyone, except her prof, as being frozen in time. Within seconds, everyone except herself and Dr. Cage were in a motionless tableau vivant.

She got on her feet, then turned around for her teacher. "Do you like my body, sir?"

"Uh, yeah," he said, as embarrassed as he was aroused.

With her back to him, she spread her legs and bent over so he could see her asshole and pussy again. "Would you like to fuck me?"

"I'd love to," he panted.

"Good," she said, straightening up and reaching for her underwear. "Gotta get something good out of this embarrassing situation. Take me to Giovanni's tomorrow night, then to your home, or mine, for sex." She put her feet through the leg-holes of her panties.

"OK," he said. "I just have to figure out how to get away from my wife."

"Sorry I can't stay naked for you now, sir," she said as she put on her bra. "I'm still a little weirded out by what just happened here. Normally, I'm the one who controls public sex events like this."

"You do, do you?" he asked, remembering all those rumours about a sometimes blonde, sometimes black-haired girl having public sex with York profs.

"Yeah," she said, putting on her socks. "I don't know who made this public sex thing happen: I'll have to find out."

Camilla's vague sense that something bad had happened to Veronica that night is what made her choose to relive this particular memory; now that she'd seen Veronica's death at the hands of the masked men, she could start to piece together all the events that had led to her predicament in the Montreal aquarium.

"Who else could have done this?" Dr. Cage, still stunned at the sight of his unmoving students, asked Camilla as she picked up her T-shirt. "Do you think they could have used some kind of black magic?"

"Black egg magic, actually," she said as she put on her T-shirt.

"What?" he asked.

"Oh, never mind," she said as she picked up her jeans. "It's a long story: I'll explain everything during our date. Just take me out to Giovanni's tomorrow night, then fuck me. You'll love my body."

"Really?"

"Yeah." She was putting on her jeans now. "I'm great in bed. Fuck my pussy, my ass, and my mouth." She started putting on her shoes. "I'll even let you come on my face."

"Wow. What'll we do about all these potential gossipers?"

"Oh, I've got that. Don't worry: I'll make them forget everything that just happened."

"Don't make them forget my lecture."

"Oh, they won't forget that," she said. Now fully dressed again, Camilla closed her eyes and visualized every student's memory of the embarrassing situation during their class that night, from the mind controlling 'gas' and her undressing, until the end of her present visualizing, all erased like an old tape recording. (She didn't erase the sex scene from Chris's mind, though: she found him cute, was glad to have had him see her naked, and saw him as a potential new follower of hers.)

While she erased the sex scene from all the other students' memories, she deliberately left a light trace of the memory buried in her classmates' subconscious, the light trace being like those barely audible vestiges of an old, erased tape recording. Her vanity wanted everyone to have some sense of what she looked like nude.

When she was finished erasing her classmates' memory of her embarrassing moment, she went back to her seat and sat down. Then she released her classmates from their motionlessness.

"What the hell?" Chris said as he looked around. All the other students were still standing closer to the front desks, as they had been when they were watching him eating out her ass. They, too didn't understand why, one moment, they were sitting listening to Dr. Cage talking about 'The Miller's Tale'; and now, with this sudden interruption, they were standing closer to the front, with Chris in front of them, hurrying back to his seat.

As Chris went back to his seat, he blushed to see Camilla smirking at him. After all, only he, she, and their teacher remembered his face being just inches from her naked ass a few minutes ago. Dr. Cage resumed his lecture, also blushing whenever he looked at smirking Camilla.

After class, Camilla followed Chris to the bus stop. "Hi!" she said with a grin when they stopped to wait for the bus.

"Oh, uh, hi," he said shyly, looking away.

"What's your name, sweetie?" she asked.

"Chris," he said, blushing, but getting a hard-on.

"I'm Camilla, and you're cute. You seem kinda young to be in a third year class," she said.

"Yeah," he said. "Well, I'm 18, actually. I started university two years ago, because I skipped two grades back in public school."

"Wow, you must be a smart one, then."

"I guess so."

Now Camilla used her mental powers to communicate more privately with him: Do I look good naked?

Startled as much by the fact that he 'felt' her question as he was by its boldness, he asked, "Did you just...what?"

She looked hard into his eyes. Do you think my nude body looks beautiful?

Now he tried the same mental communication: Yeah, absolutely. He was amazed by his success at it.

Thank you. Sorry if my bum smelled like poo.

Oh, that's OK. Your poo is divine, as far as I'm concerned. The bus arrived, and they got on. They found a seat and sat together; the bus started driving out of the York campus.

I'm glad you can appreciate my dirtier sides. Can you guess why I can communicate with you without talking?

"How?" he asked.

I'm a goddess, that's how. When you were licking my poo-hole, I was controlling the whole thing. Though she'd obviously lied about that, she definitely wanted to find out who really had controlled their classroom sex. I also made everyone else in our class forget what happened, to avoid embarrassment and gossip. That's how powerful I am.

"Oh, come on," he said. "Do you really expect me to believe all that? You're a goddess?" He whispered that last word.

Do you have a better explanation for why, one moment we were listening to Dr. Cage, the next moment, I was naked and you were licking my ass?

No.

Or how nobody was looking at you or me weirdly after that? she psychically asked him.

"No," he said. "I can't explain any of that."

"Then just accept my explanation," she said. Then she whispered in his ear, "I have special talents you are now only beginning to know about."

"Wow," he whispered, feeling his hard-on pressing painfully against his pants' zipper. "You're beautiful, and powerful."

Wanna worship my divinity?

Yes, Goddess.

"Then meet me in my house tomorrow afternoon," she said, taking out her new name card, with the address of Agape's old house on it. She gave him the card. "Tomorrow at 2 PM. Don't be late."

"I won't," he said, pulling the cord for his stop and getting up. Good night, Goddess.

Go in peace, she psychically told him as he got off the bus. And vote Green Party.

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Chris arrived punctually on the porch of Camilla's house at 2 PM the next day, ringing the doorbell. Emily answered the door. Little Eros stood by Emily's feet, looking up at her and seeing Camilla.

"Come in," Emily said. "Camilla's upstairs in the bathroom. There are two other guys waiting up there for her in her bedroom. Go up and meet them; she'll be with you all in a minute."

"OK," Chris said nervously. Two other guys? he thought as he went up the stairs. Does she have other worshippers? He looked in her bedroom. He was surprised to see, apparently, two young women in there, heavily made up and wearing tight red and blue dresses. I thought they were guys; if they are, they look amazing as girls.

Camilla had her original blonde, blue-eyed, peach-skinned look. Naked, she was sitting on the toilet and ready to crap. Sensing Chris's presence, he mentally said, Hi Chris. All three of you boys join me in here.

The transvestites followed Chris into the bathroom. So they are guys, Chris thought.

"Hi, sweetie," she said as he walked in; he blushed to see her naked on the toilet, and turned his eyes away. "Don't be shy, Chris. You can look at my body; you've already seen it. Chris, meet Joey and Allen; Allen and Joey, this is Chris."

"Hi," he said shyly, shaking Joey's hand, then Allen's. "You're very convincing as girls--I mean, dressed that way. I--I really thought you were girls."

"Thanks," Allen said, almost mechanically.

"This is how we serve the Goddess," Joey said, in a similarly soulless way. "By imitating her."

"As you soon will," Camilla said, staring intensely into Chris's eyes.

"As I soon will," he obediently answered, in a trance.

"Close the door, Joey," she commanded; Joey did so. "Now, Chris, let's see just how accepting you can really be of my natural smells." I'm controlling this sexual scene, as I plan to control all future ones. She farted, and dropped a few turds into the toilet bowl with her drizzling piss. "To worship me properly, you must appreciate my dirty sides." A few more turds plopped out; all three enthralled boys obediently sniffed away, looking at and adoring her beautiful naked body, and the way her curvaceous, round buttocks caressed the the toilet seat as she pissed and shat. "As Marilyn Monroe once said, 'if you can't handle me at my worst, you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.'"

"Did you dye your hair?" Chris asked. "Are you wearing blue contact lenses? I remember your eyes being black."

"Nope, no dyeing, no contact lenses," she said, finishing her crap, getting up and flushing. "These are my original body colours."

"Then you'd dyed your hair black last night?" Chris asked. "And you were wearing black contact lenses then?"

"Wrong again," she said, getting on the floor on all fours, with her legs spread open and her shitty asshole showing in all insouciance. Allen pulled some toilet paper off the roll and gave it to Chris. "My divine power allows me to change my looks at will. I can even make myself look Asian if I want; I once did, you know. But if you'd like to see my Goth-girl look, here you are." She closed her eyes, and visualized the Goth look: in a second, she opened her eyes to show off the black hair, black eyes, and peach skin of the night before; she closed her eyes again, and visualized her original look, and her blonde, blue-eyed, peach-skinned look came back just as quickly as it had gone. She opened her eyes. "Ta da!"

"Amazing," Chris panted.

"Thank you," she said. "You passed your first test, smelling my poo and not flinching. Now for your next test of devotion: clean me." She looked down at her ass, then at the toilet paper in his hand.

"Gladly, Goddess," he said, getting down on all fours behind her ass. He gently touched her muddy asshole with the toilet paper, and put his free hand on her left buttock, pushing it open wider to get better access. He wiped with soft strokes, diagonally from top to bottom, gradually removing all the brown and revealing the original beige colour of her pretty anus, always indulging his coprophilia by sniffing away and enjoying her faecal smell, to him, a divine aroma. "OK, you're all clean now."

"Thank you, sweetie," she said, looking back at him and grinning at how he ogled her anus and sniffed if, his nose an inch away. She could feel his exhaling softly blow against her asshole. "You truly know how to worship me in the right way, honouring even my stinky smells. Let's get up now, and get me and Chris dressed." They got up.

"Get me dressed?" he asked as they walked out of the bathroom.

"Yes," she said as they went back into her bedroom. "It's time for your next test of devotion: be an imitator of me." She presented Chris with a brown curly wig, a yellow dress, a pink bra with padding inside, pink panties, and white high heels. Having psychically scanned what size clothing he wore all over his body, back when they were on the bus the night before, Camilla knew exactly what size of clothes to buy for him in Clara's store that morning.

"You want me to dress in drag?" he asked nervously.

"Of course," she said, touching his neck. She closed her eyes and visualized all his excess body hair disappearing, as well as his Adam's apple being much smaller. In a few seconds, his Adam's apple had shrunk to the point of being unnoticeable, and the only body hair he had that would have been easily seen was a moderate amount of pubic hair. His armpits seemed closely shaved, and his legs were silky smooth.

"Ooh!" he said with a shiver. "I feel different. What did you do to me?"

"I just improved your looks," she said. Sensing his reluctance to cross-dress, she then looked piercingly into his eyes and said, "You will now get naked and wear your new clothes."

"I will now get naked and wear my new clothes," he obediently repeated, then immediately began to disrobe. When he was naked, indeed, he had the relatively hairless body of a preteen boy, his only noticeable body hair being a small tuft of brown pubic hair above his penis. He put on the women's clothes, then Camilla got out some bright makeup and painted up his face. Finally, he put on the wig. "How do I look?"

"Beautiful," she said. "You're a true priest of the Goddess now." Allen and Joey got her black evening dress out of her closet and some matching high heels. She put them on, then made up her face with bright red lipstick, pink blush, dark blue eye-shadow, and thick, black mascara. "And how do I look now?"