Camilla Ch. 088

"My wife...is being raped...somewhere in here," Patrick said as his cock slid in and out of her ass. "it's your fault...she and I...committed suicide."

"Same here," Berman said, pumping his cock aggressively in her cunt. "You ruined...my whole life."

With Marcel's cock slipping in and out of her mouth, she could answer these accusations only with moans and groans.

Baker squeezed her tits against his cock with the intent of hurting them. "All sex...and no love...make..."

"...you all bad men," Agape said when suddenly appearing. With a shake of his hand, he used his mental powers to knock all four men off of her. When they tried to get back on her, he created a psychic wall separating them from her and him. They punched and kicked at it, but couldn't get through. Agape gave Camilla another dress. "Hurry up: put this on and let's go."

She put the dress on, and he took her by the hand. They jumped through the black wall of slime, and were able to get into the orgy room much faster. Before she could get a chance and look at all the delightful sex going on there, he pulled her by the arm and led her to the next wall of slime. Again, they jumped through it, and felt the black slime change into fresh water. When they reached the surface of the water, they found themselves in a swimming pool. They got out of the water, and opened a door at the side, leading to the next room.

Here they saw a high school gym, where teenage boys were with their dates during a prom. The boys and girls dancing looked lovingly in each other's eyes.

"See, Camilla?" Agape said. "This is what being in love is like. It's innocent, sweet, and..."

"Kinda dull," she said. "I liked the orgy room better."

"Well, if you want better than this," he said, "come with me."

They ran to a black wall on the far side of the gym; again, it was made of gelatinous muck. They jumped into it, and the slime again changed into fresh, clean water. The surface of this water was one of the walls of the next room: a playroom for kindergarten children. They pulled themselves out of the water-wall, fell on the floor in front of it, then stood up, looking around the play area.

Here they saw little four- and five-year-old boys and girls swimming in a sea of multi-coloured plastic balls, laughing and jumping around. Their moms and dads stood in a circle around them, watching and smiling lovingly at them.

"See, Camilla?" Agape said. "Sweet comes to sweeter."

"And more boring," she said.

"And nobody's getting hurt. People are together, enjoying each other's company, not just grabbing pleasure for themselves, at the expense of other people."

"Yeah, but I still don't like it."

"Come on," he said. "Into the balls: let's swim down to the bottom." They went into the balls, crawling and kicking their way, deeper and deeper, until the balls changed once again into pure, clean water, which then in turn changed into clouds, out of which Agape and Camilla gently floated downwards, onto the grass of the yard of a beautiful mansion. She looked up at the bright spring sky, and the lovely green countryside that surrounded her and Agape.

"This is beautiful," she said.

"Yes," he said. "Here is salvation. The mansion has many rooms where you can rest and recreate yourself. It's not the absolute, ultimate bliss, but it's a kind of 'Pure Land', if you will: ideally suited for preparing oneself for that final nirvana."

"Well, it's nice, but still boring. Where's the sex?"

"Camilla, there's no need for sex here. Here we have something much better. Here we have love, friendship, and companionship."

"Oh, Daddy, is this the only way to save me from that burning place?"

"Yes, it is the only way, sweetie. It's also a long, slow process. You must accustom yourself to the intermediate rooms we saw before, to teach you to give up your addictive desires and replace them with more wholesome ones."

"Can't we do it faster at least?" she asked, frowning in disappointment.

"No. I'm just showing you the final destination now, so you'll see the goal: true bliss."

"I have to go through all those boring places first? And stay in them a long time?"

"Yes," he said. "But I assure you, it will be well worth it."

"Not in my opinion," she said, jumping up as high as she could, to reach the clouds. She disappeared in them, hoping to make her way back to the orgy room and have some fun. Agape jumped up into the clouds to try to stop her.

She woke up.

"Heaven ain't a good place to be," she concluded. "And hell is horrible." But Nigrovum is the greatest technology ever, she thought; there are so many apps, that I'm only starting to learn about. If I can create things out of nothing, including life out of nothing, surely I can extend life, maybe even forever. I'll bet I can keep myself young, disease-free, and protected from any kind of life-threatening situations, if I use Nigrovum right. I'll bet I can stay alive--forever, and ever, and ever...

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Two and a half months later, Camilla met a new photographer named Geoff. She went to his studio apartment a day after meeting him for a photo shoot and to do some POV video.

She'd gotten Bob's old POV camera back when he was arrested, so she gave it to Geoff to wear. He eagerly agreed to be her POV lover as well as her photographer and video man.

With the camera strapped to his face, Geoff lay on his bed on his back and pulled his pants and underwear down. She gladly took off her maternity clothes, thinking she looked ugly in them, and when fully naked, she got on top of him in the cowgirl position. As she aimed his hard cock at her slowly descending vagina, she could feel the 'quickening' of her baby.

"Ooh! My baby moved!" she said. "I love it when I can feel him doing that!"

"Pregnant women are so hot," Geoff said. "And this is my first time to fuck one. This is going to be fun!" She giggled.

He looked up at her and switched the camera on to PLAY. Here is what was filmed: you are Geoff, for you see what he saw during the sex.

You look at her large breasts and round belly as she feeds your cock inside her wet pussy. She looks up and sighs to feel your cock filling her up. You put your hands on her big belly, gently caressing it.

Your cock is all the way in, and she squeals with pleasure. She is bouncing up and down on your cock; you watch her breasts bouncing with her. She is screaming and squealing, and you look down at your cock as it disappears in her soaking wet pussy and reappears. The bed is squeaking with her bouncing, squeaking almost in harmony with her squeals and your groans.

Finally, she comes, flooding your lap and making a mess on the sheets. She gets up, getting your cock out of her. You look down at all of her glorious come, all over you and the bed. She gets off the bed, kneels on the floor at the side of the bed, and you get up and sit on the bedside, looking down at her. Between your legs, she goes down on your cock, licking the tip and underside of it before putting it half-way inside her mouth. She looks up at you with a lewd smirk as she slides your cock in and out of her salivating mouth.

She can sense you're about to come, and she moves her head up and down on your cock faster and faster. Just at the point of ejaculation, she pulls her head back, releasing your cock with a popping sound. Your come splashes in her left eye, her left cheek, her nose, her chin, and on her right cheek. She looks up at you and giggles as your come drips off her face.

Geoff pressed STOP. "That was...incredible," he panted.

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As the days and weeks went by, Camilla was using her psychic powers to 'void out' all dream visions, heavenly or hellish. The whole idea of an afterlife had become utterly hateful to her.

Every night, before going to bed, she would sit and meditate, no longer setting up mere psychic barriers to protect herself from incubi rapists. Now she focused on seeing a peaceful black environment, with absolutely nothing there to frighten her or trouble her; also, there would be a most peaceful silence, allowing her to get perfect, uninterrupted sleeps--the first she'd had in about half a year.

No longer would she see visions of a burning mansion, with masked men or incubi forcing themselves on her. No longer would she see any of her former lovers aggressively fucking her, with hateful, unforgiving looks in their eyes. And no longer would she even see her father, or the ex-priest, exhorting her to give up her life of pleasure, only to be in a state of boring bliss.

Now Agape and Don were very worried about this alarming turn of events, since it thwarted their hopes of preventing her from accumulating more bad karma. Neither they nor Dr. Singh could communicate with her now.

This didn't bother her, though, of course: now she could focus on salvation by immortality.

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By the time she'd reached her seventh month of pregnancy, 19-year-old Camilla was getting sick and tired of it. She was longing to have her old, curvaceous body back, since the novelty of being sexy for pregnancy fetishists had long worn off.

Furthermore, the summer had arrived, and she'd written all her exams, successfully finishing her first year of university. She was starving for a summer of no-limit partying, and she wasn't going to let pregnancy or motherhood slow her down.

She decided to take her psychic powers to the next level. All through the months of her pregnancy, she'd meditated, carefully scanning for any defects in her baby; she was most pleased never to find any in the slightest. This good luck encouraged her to be bold with Nigrovum: she would use it to speed up her third trimester so she could have the baby, not after another month, but in another week!

Meditating intensely for an hour every day during that week, she visualized her baby's faster development, careful to make vivid mental pictures of her boy's every physical and mental feature, imagining them all as being in perfect health and functionality. Having looked through all the illustrations of a copy of Gray's Anatomy, she made sure she didn't neglect or ignore any part of the boy's anatomy, always visualizing utter perfection.

Finally, she went into labour in early July. She'd lied to the doctors and nurses when she was brought into Toronto General Hospital, telling them she'd conceived in October. Giving birth was agonizing for her, since she had to focus on having the baby, and thus couldn't focus on using Nigrovum to ease the pain.

But when having the baby was over, she was much more worried, because she was desperately anxious to see him, and make sure there was nothing wrong with him. Had she overlooked something? Would she really have a beautiful, healthy baby boy, or a deformed monster? She was shaking with fear, and almost hysterical in her impatience.

"Please, nurse," she said as she lay in bed. "When can I see my baby?"

"Don't worry," the nurse said as she adjusted the sheets on Camilla's bed. "You'll see him soon. And we've seen the baby. He's beautiful. He's perfect. You have nothing to worry about."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Of course we are," the nurse said. "it's our job to be sure about these things. Please, get some rest."

Several minutes later, a second nurse came into the room with Camilla's baby. "Here you are," the nurse said, putting the baby in Camilla's arms.

Sobbing with joy, Camilla looked at him and said, "He's beautiful. Is he really normal?"

"Absolutely," the second nurse said.

"No defects or anything?" Camilla asked.

"Of course not. Why are you so worried about that? This is a happy moment for you: enjoy it, Mommy."

'You're right," Camilla said, looking down lovingly at her boy. She did a quick psychic scan of the boy's body, from head to toe. She found no problems at all. He was rather large for a newborn baby, with piercing black eyes, pale skin, and black hair. But he was beautiful. He smiled lovingly at her; indeed, he was quite thrilled to be with his mother. She sighed loudly with relief. Still crying, she said, "Your name is Eros. You're perfect. The son of a goddess."

END OF PART TWO