On Tuesday afternoon, Candice's despair from not having Camilla back was in an agonizing conflict with her will to live. These two powerful feelings, of course, were magnified by the Nigrovum in her blood: her fading, yet still existing, hope to win Camilla's love, was striving against that that heavy weight of depression, like large rocks on her back; and that love Candice had for Camilla was still a potent, Nigrovum-intensified drug.
The conflict she felt was excruciating, like trying to lift those impossibly heavy rocks with neither the option to let them fall off her aching back, nor the option to give up, lie on the ground, and be crushed under their weight.
The only option Camilla had given Candice to get her back was a terrible one--killing Carrie, Agape's fiancee and the object of Camilla's jealousy. Though Candice certainly didn't want to kill anyone, she imagined that, with the aid of those psychic powers she shared with Camilla, maybe she could at least evade being caught by the police, as Camilla had all but guaranteed.
Of course, Candice knew that once Carrie was out of the way, Camilla would focus on her incestuous obsessions with her father, and Candice would continue to be ignored. Camilla's hopes of having Agape, however, were even weaker than Candice's were of getting Camilla back; and perhaps through patient, rational dissuasion, she could make Camilla give up her mad plan to murder Carrie. A dead Carrie wouldn't make Agape any more of a willing lover for Camilla than a living Carrie would, and this reality would have to be accepted by Camilla sooner or later.
Candice called Camilla on her cell-phone. "Hi Camil," she said.
"Will you take care of Carrie for me?" Camilla asked.
"I'll consider it," Candice said weakly.
"Good; I'll come over and stay with you for a while," Camilla said, less out of satisfaction with Candice's answer than out of a need for a new place to stay, since Dr. Lawson wanted her out of his apartment by 6 PM that day. "I'll bring my stuff over around 5: 30, OK?"
"Great," Candice said, suddenly feeling those psychic 'rocks' come off her back, and feeling good for the first time in over a week and a half. "I'll see you soon. Bye."
"Bye," Camilla said, and hung up.
Camilla couldn't understand how she could have been kicked out of two lovers' homes in so short a time, knowing how addicted Drs. Martin and Lawson were to her charms. They'd both been fully--and repeatedly--exposed to Nigrovum in their exchange of bodily fluids with Camilla during sex: surely that sex addiction had grown strong enough to override any other needs and wants of those two men.
Perhaps Dr. Martin's watching of my paranormal dreams threatened the security he got from his skepticism about such things,
she thought;
and keeping his skepticism was more important to him than even sex. Perhaps Lawson's dread of rumours and scandal--what had led to his divorce ten years back, as he'd once told me--was a greater fear than getting no more sex from me. Nigrovum does affect everyone differently, of course: look at what it's done to Dr. Singh--poor crazy guy with his weird conspiracy theories. When was the last time
he
wanted sex from me?
Camilla--with her 'Goth' black hair and eyes, and pale skin--arrived with her bags in 'Goth-looking' Candice's apartment around 5:45 PM. Candice, already naked and famished for lesbian sex, practically dragged Camilla into her bedroom.
Candice hurriedly helped Camilla get out of her T-shirt, jeans, sneakers, socks, and light-blue bra and panties; then naked Camilla lay on the bed on her back. Candice got on top of her, softly kissing her on her lips and cheeks. Camilla put her arms around Candice and just received her love.
Candice moved down to Camilla's neck and nuzzled on it for while before going down further to her breasts. Her lips embraced Camilla's right nipple and sucked on it tightly, while her left hand fondled Camilla's left breast. Then her mouth moved over to the left breast, and her right hand gently squeezed Camilla's right breast, pinching the nipple. Camilla, softly moaning, ran her hands through Candice's black hair.
Now Candice's roaming lips and tongue went down to Camilla's belly, which she kissed and licked briefly before going down to her pussy. Camilla spread her legs open wide and lifted them up, giving Candice access to both her pussy and asshole. Candice sucked on Camilla's clitoris while fingering her anus; then her mouth and finger traded places. Candice slid her finger deep inside Camilla's cunt, gently poking at her A-spot. Camilla's moans were ascending in pitch to squeals. Candice gently kissed Camilla's buttocks.
Then the girls got into a 69 position, with Camilla on top. Camilla licked and sucked on Candice's clit while Candice sucked on Camilla's labia. Camilla slid her finger inside Candice's wet pussy, tickling her G-spot. Candice resumed licking Camilla's asshole while fingering her dripping wet cunt. Both girls were moaning and squealing louder and louder.
Sensing Camilla's imminent orgasm, Candice brought her wide-open mouth down to receive the gushing; her finger tickled Camilla's clitoris, and a waterfall of come filled up Candice's mouth, puffing her cheeks out. Some come dribbled out the sides, but she swallowed most of it. Candice came soon after, and Camilla licked away the sweet ooze.
They lay side by side and cuddled as they caught their breath.
"Let's never fight again," Candice said.
"Are you gonna kill Carrie for me?" Camilla asked. "I can get a gun for you, and we'll use Nigrovum to make sure you don't get caught."
"If I consider it, will you consider another idea?" Candice asked.
"What's that?" Camilla asked, her patience thinning.
"Killing Carrie almost certainly won't get you any closer to fucking your dad again. He's dead against incest, and you know it."
"Candice, I know this has been hard for you; but if you really want me for a lover, you must help me get
my
dream lover."
"Do you really want blood on your hands, knowing you probably still won't have him?"
"Candice, you have a week to make up your mind. If by next Monday you don't shoot her with the gun I provide, I'm out of here, never to return."
"Camilla, why do you have to treat me like this? I love you," Candice said, starting to cry.
"If this is too hard for you, baby, I can make it easier for you." Camilla gave Candice's cheek and neck several soft wet kisses; then suddenly, she bit her hard on the neck. Candice screamed, but Camilla psychically silenced her. Keeping her teeth a half-centimetre or so inside Candice's skin, Camilla now focused on all of her hatred of Carrie and sent the psychic energy into Candice's bleeding neck. Camilla's teeth dug in deeper and deeper, drawing more and more blood, which she sucked in and drank, allowing none to spill out onto Candice's skin or onto the bed. So intense was the hateful energy that Camilla passed into Candice's body that, again, its focus got distorted.
Camilla pulled her teeth out while keeping her lips on the bite wound; then she used Nigrovum to heal it. She looked at Candice's neck: it was as though it had never been bitten.
"Oww, that hurt, Camil," Candice sighed. "But it was kinda hot, too. Please say I'm yours."
After kissing Candice's cheek several more times, Camilla whispered in her ear, "You are mine, you always have been mine, and
you always will be mine
...for ever, and ever, and ever."
Candice felt that murderous hatred now swimming in her blood, making it easier for her to kill; but the distortion of that hate deflected it from its original object. Candice now had a strong, if vague, urge to kill. Whom was she to kill? Carrie? Herself? The ex-priest? Camilla? Agape?...
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On Wednesday after leaving York University, "Goth" Camilla went to Dr. Mason's house for her second therapy session. As the sign on the front door had invited her to do, she simply opened it without knocking, walked in, and went to the large back room where he was, sitting at his chair and writing on his notepad. As she entered the room, she removed that psychic dome from around her, the one that was protecting her from psychological pain by numbing her emotionally. She knew that crying before Dr. Mason turned him on.
She sat at her chair, facing him, and hoping he'd like her in a tight T-shirt and jeans.
"And how are you today, Camilla?" he asked.
"Fine," she said. "You wanna fuck me again?"
"Business before pleasure, sweetie," he said, chuckling in embarrassment, and even some guilt, at his having taken advantage of her 'vulnerability' the last time. "Let's talk about your father again. You want him, but your mother died. Is there a new love in his life?"
"Yes," Camilla growled. "Carrie. But she's in the way only for the moment."
"Oh? Do you plan to get her...out of the way?"
"I hope I can get my dad to see the light about her."
"I see, that she's wrong for him, but your Ms. Right?"
"Of course. You yourself support consensual incest."
"Yes, but only if
he
consents," Mason reminded her.
"If she's gone, he won't be distracted by her," Camilla said, careful not to imply killing Carrie.
"And how will a lack of distractions make him want to have sex with his daughter?"
"He'll be more focused on my hot, irresistible body. You know that, Doctor." She smiled lewdly at him.
