As Camilla's unconscious body continued receiving gang-bangs from incubi in the Montreal aquarium, the spirits of Don, Agape, and Candice were discussing her somewhat improved situation in a mental conversation with Dr. Singh.
Camilla's self-control right now is the best she's shown since her first year of marriage to Cameron,
Don observed.
There's been very little lewdness in her thoughts.
Yes,
Agape agreed.
By focusing on every detail of that first year, with her convenient photographic memory, she's brought to a minimum the levels of lust-energy in the Nigrovum she's ejaculating.
And that is weakening the masked men's power,
Candice added.
She just has to give up her life, so this whole nightmare can end.
But she won't,
Dr. Singh communicated psychically from Vancouver.
Not at least until she mentally relives her memory of what happened to her son over a week ago, and knows of the masked men's involvement in it, and in every step of the way leading up to it.
Knowing where Eros is, she'll immediately want to help him,
Candice told them.
Though she won't be able to.
We could tell her about Eros now,
Don psychically said.
If she'd only regain consciousness and listen to us.
As she continues to unravel the mystery,
Agape noted,
she'll inevitably relive sexier memories again, and soon.
Oh, well,
Singh concluded.
It'd been a pleasant rest from concupiscence, while it lasted. We all must do as much as we can with our own power to compromise that of the masked men before they get stronger again.
As the invisible cocks of the incubi continued pumping in and out of Camilla's mouth, not-so-lubricated pussy, and asshole, a new body fluid was mixing with the water she was hovering over:
her blood
. The masked men were content with this, since they could also use the pain and trauma in her Nigrovum energy, to their advantage, in their mind manipulation of the masses.
*************
Camilla was reliving a memory from eleven years before her ordeal in the Montreal public aquarium;
one September night in her house in Toronto, when she was twenty-six, her seven-year-old son was asleep in his bedroom.
In his dream,
he saw three men in grotesque masks approaching him. At first, he was scared, and wanted to run away.
"Don't be afraid," one of them told him. "We're your friends. We're here to help you."
"Help me with what?" Eros asked.
"With getting rid of your stepfather," the second of the masked men said. "We know you don't like him, and we also know you have your mother's powers; you should use them against him."
"How?" Eros asked. "Mommy will know I used my powers, and she'll get mad at me."
"Not if you're really careful," the third of the masked men said. "Look at this picture." They showed Eros an old painting by William Etty, 'Candaules, King of Lydia, Shews His Wife by Stealth to Gyges, One of his Ministers, As She Goes to Bed." In the painting, Gyges sees her naked. "Use your power to put this image in your stepfather's thoughts. It will excite fantasies in him, which he'll want to act out with your mother, and she won't link those fantasies with your tempting him with them. His acting out the fantasies will lead to him eventually going away."
"But it's just a picture," Eros said. "How will a picture make him go away?"
"It will, we promise," the first masked man said. "The less you know how, the better. Just trust us."
37-year-old Camilla watched this vision with horror. Her expanded consciousness, gotten from years of exploiting all the psychic potential in the Nigrovum in her blood, made it possible for her to relive not only her own memories, but those of other people. She was, indeed, unraveling the mystery behind what had put her in her current predicament; and knowing that the masked men had gotten to her boy terrified her. She was anxious to know what else those bastards may have done to her son.
Eros woke up the next morning, and at every opportunity he had, he thought of that Etty painting--remembering its every detail--and he psychically put a vivid image of it in Cameron's thoughts, several times that day, and on many days afterwards. Constantly, Cameron was being hit with vivid flashbacks of that painting, and he had no idea why he'd found himself suddenly so obsessed with it.
The painting was a favourite of Cameron's, exciting fantasies he'd had for many years; these were fantasies of Candaulism, of a man's desire to display his female lover's nakedness to other people. Cameron knew well the story of King Candaules, as Herodotus had told it in his Histories.
Candaules, proud of his queen's beauty, wanted to prove it to his servant, Gyges; and he ordered him to hide in the king's and queen's bedroom one night. There Gyges could watch Candaules' wife undress, and she'd never know Gyges was there. But when she was naked and going to bed, she noticed him sneaking out of the bedroom.
As revenge for shaming her, the next day she sent for Gyges, insisting that he either kill the king or himself. Gyges chose the former, and became her new husband and king.
Cameron had a beautiful wife, his own queen of whom he was proud; and though she'd reformed from her former promiscuous ways, and had been a faithful and even obedient wife, he imagined she'd be more willing to indulge his proclivities than Candaules' queen had been. After all, Camilla was willingly obedient, happy to cook and clean for Cameron. She did all the duties of the traditional housewife in between her research for her doctoral thesis, all without complaint. Even when he frequently offered to help with the household chores, she insisted that he sit in the living room and watch TV; she'd even bring him a beer as he sat in Agape's old chair.
She did all this lovingly, in order to compensate Cameron for all the years of shaming his father had subjected him to, always calling him 'worthless and weak'. Far from looking at her husband with contempt, as his father had, she had boundless admiration for Cameron's intellect. Indeed, she'd consider it an honour if she could become just half as good a professor as he was, when she finally got her PhD and a teaching job. Playing the role of traditional, obedient wife was also a way for her to put her mind in a completely non-adulterous attitude. She could never do anything Cameron didn't want her to do, and presumably, he didn't want her to be unfaithful. Finally, being subservient was a way of atoning for all the deaths that had been caused by her out-of-control lust. For all these reasons, she was a surprisingly happy patriarchal wife in 21st century Canada.
