The Shaky Mirror
by Sova
That’s what the etching into the giant mirror behind the bar said, matching the name outside on the building. Such a weird name for a pub. Although in a city filled with demons, devils, fae, and whatever creature of shadow that kept buying cinnamon rolls from her, weird names weren’t actually that weird. Its more so Sophia just didn’t get it. Truth be told, she didn’t know it was a pub, the name didn’t really give an impression of what the place was. She had decided to check it out after a long day at the bakery and when she stepped inside she was met with a bustling bar filled with patrons.
Sophia had sat down at the bar and been contemplating what it meant. Maybe it was because when you’re drunk, things are shaky? That was the only thing she could really think of.
“Well there’s a new face.”
Sophia realized she’d been staring at the mirror and turned to see the barkeep smiling at her. She was cute, a brunette woman with her hair in a pony-tail and a rag over her shoulder.
“You really know all your customers that well?” Sophia asked. The place was anything but empty. There were even a few people at the other end of the bar calling for more drinks.
“Just the pretty ones.” The barkeep winked at her. “Not a lot of redheads either, so you’re easy to pick out. Name’s Elle.”
“Sophia,” she said, still blushing from the wink. “I don’t know if I want a drink, I was just curious about this place.”
“Love the curious girls too, you’re ticking all my boxes for a favorite,” Elle said, filling a drink and throwing it down the bar to a customer yelling for a refill. “What made you curious?”
“The name. I don’t get it, why the Shaky Mirror?” Sophia asked.
Elle got a mischievous look to her, but shrugged. “Maybe I’ll help you learn after my shift.” She frowned. “You know your make-up’s a bit smudged, right?”
“What? Really?” Sophia looked back at the mirror and sure enough there was a smudge of lipstick. Like she’d been drooling and subconsciously wiped the corner of her mouth.
“Don’t worry, baby, here.” Elle handed her a compact mirror and motioned to the one on the wall. “That’ll be easier to look at than that old thing from across the way.”
“Thanks,” Sophia said, getting a wink from Elle before she went to serve other patrons. Sophia didn’t mind the flirting, Elle was a looker for certain. She just wasn’t sure if tonight was that kind of night. Maybe a drink or two would persuade her.
Sophia pulled out her lipstick and began to fix the smudge. It didn’t take long, wiping away the mess and reapplying. Yet when she was done she didn’t put down the mirror. There was something strange about it. Like a shadow moving from corner to corner. It was fascinating, she tried to focus on it but it kept moving. No, not moving, spinning. Like a spiral. A very…pretty…spiral.
Spinning round and round.
Watch. Words seemed to flicker in before disappearing into the spiral.
Relax. Her reflection was gone. Only the spiral remained.
Obey. White and black twisting together into a center that never ends.
Serve. It was so mesmerizing. Hypnotic.
“Hmm, still staring, huh?”
It wasn’t clear how long Elle had been there. Sophia didn’t respond, instead she just stared into the magic spiral that had appeared in the mirror sitting in her palm. The words flickering within burning into her brain. She barely noticed the drool starting to trickle from her mouth. Elle lightly cupped her cheek, and wiped it away with her thumb.
Pleasure. Lust. Touch.
Sophia shivered with delight at Elle’s touch as more words flickered within the spirals, telling her to enjoy this woman’s touch. Her thoughts were being twisted into submissive obedience. When Elle’s thumb slipped into her mouth Sophia began to suck on instinct, her eyes drooping as she felt herself drifting further and further into nothingness. “That’s a good girl. Just suck and sink into the spirals.”
Sink. Sleep. Obey.
“Yes, mistress,” Sophia mumbled with the thumb still in her mouth. The spirals consumed her thoughts as she suckled on it shamelessly. Why she called Elle her mistress was a question that was twisted up and forgotten quickly.
“Deeper and deeper. Nothing but a slave to the spiral.” Elle hummed with amusement, letting her mindlessly suck. “You’ll be surprised to know, I didn’t name the place. I think it was named after getting drunk and hurling in the bathroom, but with powers like mine, I couldn’t help making it my hunting grounds. Maybe one day I’ll rename it to “The Twisting Mirror.” or something.”
Listen. Stare. Obey.
Nobody paid them any mind. Nobody ever noticed the large mirror had a subtle spiral too. Sophia didn’t notice it when she came in, but she’d stared at it in thought for so long she’d primed herself to be taken like this. To become a slave to the spiral. The thought was making Sophia wetter by the minute. The only reason she wasn’t touching herself was because the spiral hadn’t told her to.
“You know what’s fun about the human eye? In some ways, it’s almost like a mirror.”
Sophia whined as Elle snapped the hand mirror shut, then moaned as she could still see the spirals. They were reflecting in her eyes, they were her entire world. She was nothing but a slave to the spiral. Beholden to the words within it now being beamed directly from her eyes to her mind that was becoming mush.
Listen. Stare. Obey.
“I can’t control eyes like I can mirrors, but if you stare into one of mine for long enough, that imprinted reflection is mine to command.” Elle took her thumb out and patted Sophia on the head. She just stared forward, shivering from the praise and drifting deeper into the spiral’s pull. “Gods, I didn’t think I’d get such a fine catch right off the bat. Still got a full shift I need to finish. You should go and prepare yourself, my other half will get you ready for me.”
“Yes, mistress,” Sophia whispered, not understanding the words but her legs moving to obey nonetheless.
Listen. Stare. Obey.
Sophia walked the streets, the spiral still twisting in her eyes as she smiled to herself. She knew she wasn’t walking home but her legs seemed to know the destination. She didn’t know where in the city she was walking but she knew where she was going. She was going to serve mistress. To serve the spirals.
Listen. Stare. Obey.
“Listen. Stare. Obey.” Sophia mumbled her new mantra as she walked into the apartment complex she’d never been to, up the stairs, stopping at the door she’d never seen. She didn’t even knock. She just waited for new orders.
When the door opened she was face to face with a nude Elle. Yet instead of the dominant seductress she’d met at the bar, this woman had a serene, blank expression. Sophia started to break from the spell just out of confusion. “Who…what…”
“What are you?” Elle asked in a soft monotone.
Sophia’s mind was twisted back into blank obedience, the memory of the spiral still prominent. She smiled dumbly. “A slave to the spiral.”
“A slave to the spiral,” Elle said in unison with her. She stepped aside to let her in. “Mistress demands you stand before her mirror.”
“I obey.” Sophia shivered with delight. She did her little sleepwalk into the apartment, somehow still knowing where to go, like the spirals that awaited her sirens singing to draw her in. A large body-length mirror sat in the corner of the room. The layout gave the impression of a shrine, and as ordered Sophia stood before it.
Sophia knelt before the mirror. The spiral snapped into view and her entire body went slack, her jaw hanging open as her mind melted from its intensity. Her spiraling eyes had been lovely to hold her over, the hand mirror had been great, but this was pure spiral control. It was the source, the original twisting that now owned her mind and body.
“Strip,” Elle said.
Sophia obeyed. Her clothes came off, bit by bit, always making sure to stare into the spirals that told her what to do, what to think.
“Kneel.”
Sophia knelt. It felt so right. It felt like where she belonged.
“You will repeat the words within the spiral. Obedience will be rewarded with pleasure.”
Her sister slave crawled in front of her and began to lick. Her twisting tongue felt like it was marking her body with more spirals, furthering their hold as she shivered from the pleasure.
I am a slave to the spiral.
“I am a slave to the spiral.” Sophia moaned as the tongue gave her cunt a few licks before moving to her thigh.
I am worthless without my mistress.
“I am…worthless…without my mistress.” Sophia whined. She didn’t want to be worthless but her cunt throbbed with need. “I am worthless without my mistress.”
Sophia squirmed at the reward for her obedience. Any little respect she had left for herself vanished to make space for the burning need to feel that tongue between her legs.
I am a fucktoy.
“I am a fucktoy.”
I have no thoughts.
“I have no thoughts.”
I have no desire but to be used.
“I have no desire but to be used.”
I exist to please my mistress.
“I exist to please my mistress.”
I only cum when mistress lets me.
“I only cum when mistress lets me.”
Sophia cried in both pleasure and agony, moaning shamelessly as her sister slave relentlessly teased her clit. She repeated all that was told, believed all that she said, accepted more and more depraved truths about herself in hopes that it would please her mistress. That she’d let her cum. She began to beg, crying out for a woman who didn’t even care enough to brainwash her personally but that didn’t matter. Sophia was worthless without her mistress. She was just a fucktoy, a mind to be molded for her pleasure. She was a slave to the spiral and she needed mistress to let her cum, she needed it so badly.
If I cum, mistress owns me forever.
“If I cum, mistress owns me forever. Own me, fuck me, use me, mistress please I need you!” Sophia cried out, hands on the head of her sister slave as she’d been on the edge for what felt like hours.
“You need me, baby?”
Sophia had barely blinked but the spiral was gone. In its place was Elle, the dominant one she ed, her mistress, standing in the mirror. “Please!”
“Cum.”
Sophia shattered as she finally had her release. The pleasure shot through her body and with her mind already bent as far as it could stretch it broke, leaving her to convulse and moan, the only thoughts left being twisting spirals.
Like magic Elle walked through the mirror itself and left Sophia behind on the ground like a used toy. She shivered at the degrading thought and then stopped thinking entirely.
I am a fucktoy. I have no thoughts.
Eventually Sophia put herself back together, realizing at some point she’d been ordered to kneel on the bed. Her sister slave was next to her. After everything Sophia was a tad more lucid now, unable to remove the truth of what she was but more aware to question her new mistress.
“Ahh, the fun can begin now.” Elle entered the room, the smell of soap implying she’d just showered to clean up after her shift. She was naked and despite being identical to the woman next to her, Sophia was entranced by her beauty. Although maybe that was just because she was mistress’s fucktoy and the need to be used by her was growing by the second.
“What are you?” Sophia asked. She glanced between the two of them. “Both of you.”
“A fae. The proper term is a reflector. I don’t really have my own form, I have to…borrow it.” Elle glanced at her twin on the bed. “Don’t worry about her, she’s far more gone than you. At this point, she’s more my mirror image than I am hers.”
Sophia hadn’t realized it, but the hair of the two women was parted at different corners. Literally a reflection of each other. She also didn’t seeing either of them reflecting in any of the mirrors so far, how did she not notice that? “So, why…why you…”
“Why, if I already have a loyal thrall like her, would I take home a tasty little morsel like yourself?” Elle kissed her, causing what little thoughts Sophia had to shatter again. She wanted to be groped, to be ruined by this woman. Her mistress needed to use her fucktoy. “Because Elle would’ve. She has a thing for redheads—well, we have a thing for redheads. I want to be Elle. I am Elle. And Elle wants to break your mind and rail you ragged, so I do too.”
“But Elle…can’t do spirals.” Why was Sophia asking questions? Why wasn’t mistress using her?
“You’re right.” Elle turned Sophia’s head towards the mirror. The spirals filled her eyes and her mind went blank as she softly moaned. “Elle wants to do it, but I get to choose how.”
I have no desire but to be used. I exist to please my mistress.
Sophia’s night was a blur. No thoughts, only a need to fuck, to suck, to lick. She wanted to be used and by the gods did her mistress use her. There wasn’t any part of her mistress her tongue did not touch at one point or another. Suckling on her fingers, her toes, her tits, anything that was put in her mouth was worshipped with glee. Her tongue was just a tool of pleasure, nothing more.
Sometimes Sophia serviced her sister slave. In a rare moment of lucidity she noticed as she ate slave Elle out with mindless ion that her mistress reacted in tandem as if she could feel it too. When she switched cunts the effect went both ways, both Elle’s feeling the pleasure of the other. It was so strange but all Sophia cared about was how good of a job she was doing, double the pleasure, double the obedience and her mind emptied once more.
The strap-on must’ve come out at some point but Sophia only comprehended it when she was being ed between both Elle’s like a t, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she rode them wildly. Just as before, no matter who she pleased, both reacted. Their actions so identical now that in her stupor she began to forget there was even two of them. Just her mistress and mirror.
Sophia was spit-roasted between her mistress and sister slave. She had no idea which one was which and she didn’t care. The entire night she’d been denied any form of release but as she licked the cunt in front of her and shuddered with every thrust from behind, she heard, “Good girls, such good sluts. When I cum, you may cum to.”
Sophia moaned with need, her fervor to make whoever was in front of her cum increasing tenfold. The thrusts sped up rapidly in response to this as well. Her mistress screamed with delight and came onto her fucktoys face. Sophia collapsed and shook from the pleasure, cumming what little of her mind was left while savoring the taste of her mistress. Her head was spinning. Spinning like the spiral. The beautiful spiral that owned her.
Slave to the spiral. Slave to the spiral. Slave to the spiral.
“What to do with you now.”
“I am a slave to the spiral. I am worthless without my mistress.” Sophia mindlessly repeated all the mantras as she lay slumped against the bed with her ass still up, waiting for a second round. Even as Elle sat Sophia up she continued repeating while staring off into nothing. “I am a fucktoy. A set of holes to use. I exist to please. Use me. Fuck me. Ruin me.”
“I know, I know, I would love to do all that but I gotta put you back together and toss you back.” Elle kissed her on the lips, Sophia leaned after her as she pulled away before slumping in place. “I’m sorry, baby, I’m a one thrall kind of girl. Gotta keep a low profile, don’t want any nasty fae thinking I’m moving in on their turf.” Elle booped her on the nose. Even the simplest touch caused her mind to pop with sparks of pleasure. “But I do like you and that talented tongue of yours. If you ever want to serve the spiral again, let it all go and the fucktoy you truly are, just swing by the pub. I’ll show you a good time.”
“Yes, mistress.” Even as the spirals sent Sophia deep and began to twist her memories of how the night went, she felt in her core that she’d have an undying urge to go to this pub every night she could. She was a good fucktoy. Worthless without her mistress. A slave to the spiral.
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