Camilla Ch. 080

"Great," Agape said. "We'll see you Tuesday evening, then. C'mon, Camilla." Agape started walking towards the door.

"In a minute, Daddy," she said. Agape continued going outside, thinking about how he'd vaguely sensed Josiah's knowledge of Camilla's wickedness, but couldn't make out exactly what kind of wickedness.

"So, you're back," the priest said.

"Yeah," she said. "I guess you've been punished enough."

"When can I see you again?" he asked.

"At the party, of course. Now, if you want to...you know..."

"No," he said weakly. "I mustn't."

"You sure?" she asked. "I heard a yes inside that no."

"I'll...I'll see you at the party."

"OK." She left with Agape.

It's so hard to choose light over darkness, he thought; her father senses she's up to something bad, but he seems to know how he'll handle it.

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On Monday afternoon, it was an unusually warm late October day. After finishing her classes at York, black-haired, black-eyed Camilla sensed that Patrick would be at Dufferin Grove Park. She went there wearing only a dress and high heels--no underwear, but a lot of makeup. As she walked around a cluster of trees, she saw him and his wife; they were walking around too, among the many people there that day.

Camilla used her psychic powers to change her hair, eyes, skin, nipples, and asshole back to their original colours. Then she used Nigrovum to make Patrick's wife feel another sudden urge to piss and shit.

"Oh, not again," his wife said. "I gotta find a washroom. Wait here for me, OK?"

"OK," he said. She ran off.

Camilla now appeared before him.

"HI!" 'Dolly' said.

"Camilla," Patrick said. "I keep bumping into you."

"Yeah," she giggled. "Wanna see me bare-naked?"

"Uh, yeah, but..."

"OK." She unzipped her dress and dropped it on the ground, all with a carefree ditzy 'Dolly' look in her eyes. After kicking off her high heels, the naked girl picked up her clothes, took Patrick by the arm, and led him into the middle of a tight cluster of trees, where they'd have relative privacy. She got on the grass on all fours, showing off her asshole and pussy as usual. "Wanna have a taste?"

"I-I'd love to, but my wife..."

"Don't worry about her, she'll be gone for a while."

"How do you know she'll be gone for a while."

"I made her want to go to the washroom, as I did at the Hallowe'en party," she said.

"You made her what?"

"I have psychic powers; that's how I knew you were here."

"OK, this is getting weird, Camilla."

"Don't worry about it. I'll explain later. Please get down and lick me."

"OK." He got down behind her ass and stuffed his face between her buttocks, licking her asshole while fingering her vagina. She looked back at her ass-licker and moaned her thanks at his sensitive, talented tongue and fingers.

A few men came by and, hiding behind the other sides of the trees, quietly watched. Camilla knew they were there, but was happy to let them watch, of course. Two of the men had cellphone cameras, and recorded video of Camilla and Patrick.

She fingered her clit as he pushed his finger up her asshole. He sucked on her one labium, then the other. After that, she lay on her back with her legs spread wide open and her feet up in the air, and he dove down on her muff, licking her pussy frantically. His tongue tickled her clitoris, and he slid two fingers deep inside her pussy, poking at her A-spot.

"This is amazing," one of the video recording guys whispered.

"This should be online," another voyeur whispered.

"It will be, I assure you," the first man said.

Camilla knew what they wanted to do, and she was glad to let them; after all, this was the first porn she'd done since Bob died. Patrick was licking her asshole again, and she was touching her clitoris again.

"I'm gonna come," she sighed. "Oh!"

He darted his head out of the way in time, and her come flew out in an arc onto the grass. The video-recording guys greedily caught the whole come-shot, unabridged.

"Pat? Pat?" his wife suddenly called out. "Where are you, honey?"

"Shit!" he said, getting up. "Gotta go. Bye." He ran out from the trees.

"What were you doing in there?" she asked.

"Oh, uh, just getting out of the sun," he said. The two of them kept on walking, Patrick faster than her.

"Bye," Camilla said, grabbing her dress. "Thanks." She got dressed.

"Who was that?" his wife asked.

"Who was who?" he asked.

His wife looked at him with suspicious eyes, but luckily for Patrick, she never saw Camilla coming out from the trees.

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Studying in her bedroom that night, Camilla thought again about Father Josiah's sermon, and how it compared to the Greek creation myth in Hesiod's Theogeny. First there was formless Chaos, who gave birth to Erebus, darkness, and Nyx, the goddess of night.

Camilla remembered how Alex said that Nyx laid an egg in her brother Erebus, from which sprang Eros, the god of sexual love and desire. Eros caused all things to mingle, creating the universe through procreation. Then came Light, Day, and Gaia, the earth-goddess.

Yeah, Camilla thought; Eros' lust made form from Chaos, and through his sexuality he made light from darkness. Sex is salvation, Father Josiah. Greek myth is so much better than Bible stories.

She remembered how Gaia's son, Ouranos, the sky-god and first king of the gods, became her husband. Their children were the Titans. Yes, Camilla thought; incest is allowed among the gods. Zeus married his sister, Hera. Daddy has the power of Nigrovum, as I do; we're both gods, and gods can commit incest if they like--gods can do anything they like! And because sex and incest lead us from formlessness to creation, from the darkness to the light, sex and incest are good, not bad! Sex takes us from damnation to salvation!

Camilla then went to bed, setting up complete psychic barriers so she could have pleasant dreams. Eagerly looking forward to the Hallowe'en party and to fucking Agape again, she quickly went to sleep.

Unfortunately, she hadn't bothered thinking about what else Alex had said during that first lecture, that Ouranos was usurped and castrated; then his usurper, Cronus, was also dethroned, and a terrible ten-year war began between the Olympian gods and the Titans.

"We see here," Alex had said, "why there's no creation, sexual or otherwise, in Nirvana; for as the Buddhists say, desire always leads to suffering."

Camilla had a bad habit of ignoring observations like those.

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Tuesday night came, and Camilla convinced Agape to dress as a priest. He privately agreed to it to see if it would at all deter her from wanting to fuck him; actually, it made him all the sexier to her. He also allowed Candice to come over, curious to see how wickedly she would behave, so confident was he that he'd have full lucidity that night, in spite of the drinking and the drugs.

Candice arrived dressed as a prostitute, as was Camilla. Camilla opened the door and let Candice in.

"Oh, Camil, I'm so embarrassed," Candice said when she saw Camila in exactly the same clothes.

"Don't worry about it; we'll be twin twats tonight," Camilla said. The girls laughed, then went into the living room.

In fact, Camilla had psychically influenced Candice's choice of clothes and makeup because she wanted them to look identical. Camilla had Candice be a clone of her as a safety precaution, in case Agape had gotten rid of the 'fog of unknowing' she'd psychically shrouded him in. If he was lucid during their sex, she could then claim that it was Candice who was fucking him.

Father Josiah arrived simply in his priest's outfit. Agape opened the door, and was embarrassed to be seen wearing the same clothes.

"Oh, Father," Agape said, letting Josiah in. "I'm so embarrassed to be dressed this way, knowing you are too. Why didn't you wear a costume?"

"Oh, I've always found Hallowe'en costumes to be silly," the priest said, walking into the living room. When he saw Camilla, uneasy to see her and her friend dressed like whores, he added, "Besides, my dressing like this is meant as a reminder that I want to be good this evening."

"Everything will be nice and innocent, I promise," Camilla said, pouring a Coke for him and handing it to him.

"Like Adam and Eve before the Fall?" he asked.

"Yes, Father," she said.

"But dressed, right?" he whispered in her ear.

"Yes, absolutely."

"How can I be sure things will be innocent if you girls are dressed like that?"

"Oh, they're just costumes, don't worry," Candice said.

Camilla just gazed at the two 'priests' and herself and Candice, the two 'prostitutes'. Duality, Camilla thought.

Carrie had arrived as the girls were talking to Father Josiah, so Agape didn't hear what they were talking about. Carrie was dressed as Aphrodite; Agape walked with her into the living room, where she, too, was surprised at how Camilla and Candice were dressed.

"Everyone, meet Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty," Agape said, kissing Carrie. "My goddess."

No, Daddy, Camilla thought; I'm the only love-goddess here. You'll understand that soon enough.

After dinner, they drank Coke and began listening to Neil Young's After the Gold Rush while talking. Then Camilla, growing sick of watching her father hug and kiss Carrie on the cheek, used Nigrovum on her.

You have important work to do at home tonight, Carrie, Camilla mentally suggested to her; lots of tests to grade, and lessons to prepare for tomorrow. You can't stay much longer.

"Oh, look at the time," Carrie said. "I have a lot to do tonight, Aga. Sorry. I can't stay."

"Oh, that's too bad," Agape said. "You have tests to mark?"

"Yeah, and lessons to prepare," she said. "I'd better get going. We'll make up for the lost time soon enough, though." She kissed him on the lips, then went to the door. Agape followed her. "Goodnight, everyone."

"Goodnight," the others said. Agape gave Carrie one last kiss, at which Camilla groaned to see, and Carrie went out the door.

He's gonna marry her, I know it, Camilla thought; Ugh!

Now she had to get rid of Father Josiah, whose developing psychic powers made him a dangerous obstacle to her pleasure that night. She had to be more subtle in her psychic suggestions to him, since he'd know if she was influencing his thoughts.

Don't worry about Camilla, she suggested to him; her father won't let her do anything bad. He has the power, too, and he'll be watching her the whole time.

More than she knew.

"Well, I think I'd better get going now, too," Father Josiah said, getting up from his chair. "Thanks for a charming evening. The meal was delicious. What a good cook you are, Camilla."

"Thanks, Father. Goodnight," Camilla said.

"Goodnight, everyone," he said as he walked to the door.

"Goodnight," the others said. The priest was gone. Now there were only Camilla, Candice, and Agape.

Candice went to the bathroom to snort a line of ketamine and take a pill of ecstasy. Camilla went into the kitchen and swallowed a pill of E with some water, too. Then she fixed Agape a glass of Jim Beam, adding a full pill of ecstasy to it.

When I declare my love to you, Daddy, she thought, I want you to be too high to reject it.

Agape went into the kitchen, correctly sensing she was up to no good. He saw her drop the pill into his drink and mix it. I knew it, he thought; still, I'll let her have her way. He needed to see all the proof of what she was doing, as painful as it may have been to know. He remembered his plan: to pretend he was totally unsuspecting of her schemes, and to pretend that the psychic 'fog of unknowing' she'd put over him was still working, cancelling out his sense of Christian moral judgement. He would use Nigrovum to cancel out the effects of the pill as soon as he felt it kicking in, as well as cancel out the effects of the marijuana they would soon smoke. He'd already used his psychic powers to change her 'fog of unknowing' into a 'window' through which he could clearly see her committing incest with him; still, the 'window's glass' would emotionally distance him from the trauma of watching her shame him. That emotional separating of his observation from his sense of shock would be mistaken by Camilla for the original 'fog of unknowing', making him not judge her.

Camilla got two beers for herself and Candice, then took all the drinks into the living room, where Candice and Agape were waiting. As Camilla prepared a joint for them to smoke, Candice knelt before the CD player.

"Can I change the music, Mr. Mennon?" Candice asked.

"Sure," he said.

She took out the Neil Young CD and replaced it with some techno. The music started to play, and she danced by herself, pretending only to be interested in the music; for Candice, too, was planning. She needed to know if Camilla really was planning to fuck her father, but she didn't want Camilla to know she was checking up on her, as Agape was. She'd visualized a 'fog of marijuana smoke' to make Camilla believe she was too stoned to be paying any attention to the incest about to be committed. Her plan was as subtle as Agape's, and Camilla suspected nothing.

Camilla rolled the joint, lit it, took a few puffs, and passed it to Candice. She took a few puffs, and passed it to Agape. After a half hour of drinking and smoking, they could all feel the E kicking in, and the girls got up and started dancing.

Agape could feel his body tingling with pleasure, but, knowing the drugs were part of Camilla's scheme, he resisted the temptation to enjoy the high, and used Nigrovum to cancel it out. All the same, he fidgeted in his chair, pretending to be peaking on the ecstasy. Similarly, he psychically cancelled out the pot, however reluctantly, but still played the role of the stoner. With his eyes half-open to seem inattentive, he watched the girls.

As they danced, they slowly took off their prostitute costumes, being tight-fitting white blouses and tight-fitting red spandex pants that hugged their crotches in camel-toes. Their hair and eyes were black, and their skin was Goth-pale. Wearing no underwear, they were now naked. Candice squatted down in front of standing Camilla and started sucking on her left breast; she fingered Camilla's already wet pussy.

Though Agape felt emotionally immune from the scandalous sight he was watching, he, in his Christian scruples, thought, Have they no shame at all?

The girls lay on the floor, Camilla on her back and Candice on top of her, still sucking on her breast. Soon Candice kissed her way down to Camilla's pussy and started licking it. Camilla spread her legs wide open and raised them up. Candice slid her finger slowly inside Camilla's asshole while she sucked on her stone-hard clitoris.

As Agape watched, he imagined the jadedness of addicts to pornography who watch and masturbate without joy. That 'window of observation' of his was just like a TV screen, or a computer monitor.

Camilla was squealing and screaming; Candice knew her lover was about to orgasm, and she pushed Camilla's legs up in anticipation of the gushing. Soon enough, Camilla came in Candice's mouth, and every drop went inside. Not a drop got on Agape's carpet.

How considerate of you, Candice, Agape thought.

Candice got up and, totally wasted on the ketamine and ecstasy, nonetheless wanted to do more drugs, and went into the bathroom with her purse.

Camilla got up and looked at her father, who seemed as wasted as Candice, and morally indifferent to Camilla's desires. Perfect, she thought.

She found those old towels and lay them on the living room floor. Then she went over to Agape, psychically changing her eyes back to their original blue.

This is it, he thought. The moment of truth.

She gently took him by the arms and got him to lie on the floor on his back. She unzipped his pants, pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees, and psychically gave him an erection.

I was right, he thought; if only I could have been wrong. Still, I must see how far she plans to take this, to know the extent of her perversion.

She slowly came down on his lap in the cowgirl position, aiming his cock at her wet pussy. The tip touched her vaginal orifice, and she sighed at the tingling sensation. She fed it inside her cunt, inch by delicious inch. Her sighs quickly grew into squeals and screams of pleasure.

"Ride 'em, cowboy!" she squealed. "Ah!"

This is no dream, this is really happening, he thought. Though emotionally protected from the pain by the 'glass' of the psychic 'window', he could watch with only one word repeating in his mind: horror! Indeed, it was like watching a horror movie on TV. He felt like someone watching Psycho, or The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, or The Silence of the Lambs, knowing the murders in those movies were inspired by, and closely imitative of, the Ed Gein murders in Wisconsin in the 1950s; yet the viewer of those movies, jaded by all the violence, didn't care about the suffering the Gein murders caused. This same kind of apathy, caused by the Nigrovum, dominated his mind as he watched his daughter fucking him, knowing the only reason his dick was hard was because she'd made it that way; and his lack of emotional shock was the most horrifying thing of all.

What is this thing I have inside me? he wondered; what is this alien intelligence making me not care?

Camilla, looking down into her father's eyes, ecstatically whispered, "Oh, Daddy, Oh! I love you. Ah! Don't marry Carrie. Oh! She's...not right...for you. Unh! Only I...can love you...as you should...be loved. Ah! My lust...my love...will bring you...to the light. Ah! We'll create...a new universe...with our love. Oh! A new world: no...prejudice against...our kind...of love. Ah! Oh, Daddy, love me back...as I love you. Oh!" She then came all over his crotch.

She thoroughly smeared her come in her rectum, then slowly sat back down on him, feeding his cock up her ass. As she went up and down on his cock, Candice came back into the living room.

At first, Candice's intense high blurred her vision of what she saw; she liked that blurring!

No, Candice thought; that's the priest, not Mr. Mennon. Please, God, let that be the priest! Then she used Nigrovum to clear her mind and her vision. She wished she hadn't.

Camilla took Agape's cock out of her ass, then brought her head down on it. Before putting it in her mouth, she said, "Oh, Daddy!"

Camilla gluttonously swallowed her father's cock, deep-throating it. As she took his cock all the way in and pulled it half the way out, in and out, in and out, over and over again, Candice put on her clothes, got her purse, and left the house sobbing.

Camilla looked up at her father's seemingly impassive face as she continued sucking him off. If only you would show me pleasure in your eyes, Daddy, she thought; I only want to give you pleasure.

He looked down at his daughter as her mouth went up and down on his cock. Always psychically controlling his erection, she made him come in her mouth; she swallowed it all. Then she pulled up his pants and underwear, zipped him up, had him sit back on his chair, and put the old towels away.

My sense of the horror at what you just did may be temporarily suspended, Camilla, he thought; but we'll be having a serious talk about this tomorrow, your last day to live in my house.