Upon Reflection

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Naughty Nights and Kinky Tales Story #2

A spooky story of Alynnya Slatefire by We’re All Mad Here

I was returning from another job of helping a village deal with marauding goblins.

And by “deal with” I mean “wound up caught by the grabby little bastards, stripped, and turned into their toy until they all collapsed from exhaustion and I got free and…”  

Yeah.  Sorry.  

I was in a rush to report back to HQ and clean gunk off my everything.  Turns out Fenrir decided to come by, late as usual, and help himself to the smorgasbord.  And got it all over my clothes.  So I had to clean those too.

And it was raining.

I was up by the Varalan border, so rain wasn’t a surprise.  Sorry Elspeth.  

I got turned around, I think.  Anyway, I found myself in an unfamiliar area, in the pouring rain, when I spotted the house.  

It was an isolated mansion in the middle of nowhere.  At first glance I thought it was abandoned, but then I saw lights in the windows of the place and I figured it was just run down and a bit neglected.  I headed toward it, hoping I could get some shelter.

The front gate was unlocked and open.  The property looked a bit overgrown, but not too bad.  I knocked on the front door and that caused the door to open.

The last time I wound up in a weird house in the middle of nowhere, I’d been fleeing Sexy Bondage Ninjas and I wound up a plaything of sexy ghosts.  So this time I was a bit… what?  No, Bree.  I’m not telling that story now.

Anyway.

The interior was warm and dry.  

“Hello?” I called out.  

There were lit candles within so I figured there had to be someone here.  I looked around on all three floors but there was no one.  Shivering in my wet clothes I descended back down to the ground floor when I saw the doorway to what appeared to be cellar steps.  

Perhaps the owner was down in the cellar?  He might be some incredibly handsome fellow who might be a disguised dragon who fell down the steps and was hurt…

What?  Why are you all looking at me like that?  C’mon!  It could totally happen!

That was my motivation all the same.  I went down the steps, noting that they were lit by candles as well, and found a cellar that indicated the manor’s master had some specific tastes.  There were a few racks, a cage, a set of floggers, and a wide variety of… ahem… nevermind, Millie.  Just things.

And, weirdly, there was a huge, full-sized mirror set against one wall.  It was a darkened surface set in a cold, gray metal that had strange writing upon it.  

I can’t tell you what drew me to it.  I just felt compelled to look in it.  I guess I was really wanting to see what a mess I was after all the goblin gunk and rain.  

What I saw wasn’t what I expected.

I saw me, but it wasn’t me.

I mean, I was standing in the mirror, but I wore this really nasty kind of smirk on my face.  And I wasn’t in stained Ranger gear.  I was in a black leather corset without panties, and wore these really hot thigh-high black leather boots.  I also had long black leather gloves that went up to my upper arms.  I had a riding crop in my hand.

“Hello there, sweetie!” 

I blinked.  Hearing my reflection address me didn’t even seem strange at that point. 

“Who… what are you?” I asked.

“I am the spirit of the mirror, my sweet,” my reflection said.  “You came here, heeding my call.”

“I actually came down looking for…”

“I know what you were looking for, you naughty girl,” my reflection interrupted.  “And now you are here, shivering in those wet clothes with those perky nips threatening to puncture through that shirt.”

I was not!  Hush there Evie!  You weren’t there!

Anyway, I shivered.  

“I was…” I said..

“You should get out of those clothes or you’ll catch your death of cold.”

Her – my? – voice held this note of command that I couldn’t resist.  I didn’t want to resist.  I stripped quickly and the chamber felt warm and soothing to me.  

“A naked slut in this chamber should wear something, don’t you think?” my reflection purred.

My eyes flickered around the room and settled on a table.  I knew immediately what she was saying.  I went over and took the collar off the table, then donned it without having to be told.  I then went over to the mirror and knelt before it.

“What do you command, Mistress?” I asked.

“Oh you’ll do nicely!” My reflection said in a throaty tone.

Then she stepped out of the looking glass.

By that point, I wasn’t really surprised.  Nor was I surprised when she clipped a leash to my collar and led me over to one of the stocks.  She set me in it, closed the stocks, and locked them.

“You and I are going to have so much fun!” my reflection’s gloved hand brushed my cheek.

She put the ballgag in my mouth before she fetched the paddle.  It was only right, after all.  I was a naughty girl who had entered the house uninvited.  I’d stuck my nose where it didn’t belong, so my rear had to pay the price.

I blinked my eyes to clear them from the paddling then felt gloved fingers tracing along my flesh.  

“I may have… overdone things…” I heard my reflection say in a voice that wasn’t quite contrite.  

Then those fingers did other things to me.  And the sounds I made into my gag were of a different sort.  She made me orgasm twice.  As I recovered my breath, I saw her go over to a table and select from a series of strap-ons.  She turned to me with a devious smile.

“What do you think?” she asked, holding two… ahem… additions.  One was ridiculous in size.  The other was ludicrous.

“What was I thinking?” she said, keeping the bigger one.  “I already know the answer.”

She did.

And she set in on me again.

After the stocks, I was set on the rack for more of the same, this time with nipple clamps and a flogger between the massive and knobby invader she’d found that… uh… Elspeth?  You’re drooling.  

Where was I?

Oh!  Rack!  Then there was the sybian.  I swear that thing could have been constructed by Arturro.  I keep meaning to ask him but never find the time.  

Then I was strapped on my back on a bench.  While a fiendish contraption that was almost certainly an Arturro special had its way with me, my reflection straddled over my face so that I may attend to her as expected.

As the evening continued, it felt like my reflection was becoming more… real… somehow.  I mean, she was solid and all that, but there was something I can’t quite describe that seemed to be happening as the evening continued.  Something I could dimly sense through the haze of the endless bouts of pleasure she was subjecting me to.

Finally, I was set on a different sybian.  This one had strange symbols on it, much like those around the rim of the mirror.  My reflection had cuffed my legs so I was forced to straddle it.  My arms were bound behind me.  Nipple clips were secured to me from the front.  My reflection flipped some kind of switch and… oh Holy One!  I thought the previous toys were relentless.

My reflection smirked.

“I have waited a long time for one to come who could satisfy the terms of the curse.  I will admit, I did not think such a tiny one would have it in her, but here we are.  And soon I shall be free.  But do not despair my sweet.”

My reflection traced a finger along my sweat-soaked body.  

“You will take my place in the mirror and get to enjoy this.  Forever!”

Her words started to dawn on me and, as I looked at her, she started to change.  She grew taller, for one thing.  Her hair became a lighter shade of gold.  Her eyes… I’d never really looked into my reflection’s eyes until now.  They were a strange shade of orange-red. 

“They thought they could trap me,” the woman sneered.  “But soon the world will know the return of the sorceress Everthorn and… “

Her brow furrowed and she looked down at the sybian that I rode.  The symbols on it were glowing, as were the symbols on the mirror.  She looked up at me in alarm.

“No… NO!  Oh dark fates!  How could I have missed it?  No!”

She hastened toward the controls of the sybian but the glow from the mirror grew too bright.  There was a flash of light and then I passed out.

When I came to, I was lying in the ruins of a house that had been gone for a long time.  Thankfully the rain had stopped and the sun was peeking through the clouds.

That was nice.  It would help, as I was still quite naked and had no idea where my clothes had wound up.

I never did find out what the deal was with the mirror.  Or the spooky sorceress Everthorn.

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