Helen's debauchery

Helen walked over to the large marble sink, and looked at herself in the mirror. "It wasn't all that disgusting, was it Helen?" her mirrored reflection spoke. It caused Helen to jump in shock and surprise. Her reflection stood silent, motionless with a smile on its face. Helen shook her head. "It must be the wine. Reflections don't talk." Her likeness in the mirror spoke again. "I'm not your reflection" it said. "I am you. I am that part you deny exists. I am the one who causes you to sweat at the sight of something you find fascinating. Come on, Helen. Admit it to me. What you saw wasn't disgusting at all, was it? You got hot over it. I can feel your sex becoming moist. You wanted to be in that woman's place. Confess it!" she seemed to order Helen.

"Confess what?" asked Helen in a rather indignant tone. "That I've drank too much wine? Or that I might be going crazy?"

Helen's image stepped out of the mirror, and stood before her. She touched Helen on the shoulder. "You are neither crazy nor drunk, Helen. I am you, and you are me. Embrace me, Helen. Admit that I am right. You want to be on that cross. You want that handsome brute Zoltan jacking off to you, perhaps all over you. Admit it, and embrace me."

Helen tried to turn away, but found she couldn't. Her body heat rose again as she recalled the woman dressed in black on the cross being tortured and flogged. The sight of Zoltan jerking off also came into view. She began to wonder what his cock might taste like. She found herself wanting to go find him, to please him, to surrender to him, to become his. She slowly opened her arms, pensively inviting her mirror image to be embraced by her. "I admit it!" she exclaimed. "I want it! I want you!" The two fell into each other's arms, and became one.

Helen's body went weak with desire. She fell to her knees, lifted up her dress, and thrust a hand deep down inside her panties. "Oh yes! I want it!" she cried out in a sensual voice. She closed her eyes and lost herself in a world of pain and pleasure. She went back to the woman on the cross who was being sweetly flogged, and she felt the lashes of the flogger. Then she saw the masked man come up behind her, and kiss her neck as he took hold of the back of her dress, and ripped it open. "Oh! I want this so bad! I need it!" She rubbed her clit furiously as her heart raced rapidly, and the heat of her own body turned into waves of sweaty pleasure.

"I NEED IT!" she cried out aloud as she came hard, and fell face down, prostrate on the tiled floor. It seemed like hours had passed before the lusty waves of her orgasm had finally passed. She slowly returned to herself, and she stood up, looking into the mirror. She saw another image of herself in the mirror. But this one was different. The image was horrified, but she couldn't hear what it was saying as it pounded its fists on the mirror, begging and pleading to be released. "You'll just have to stay there for a while. There's things I have to do" she smiled. "Don't worry. You'll be okay in there. You might even make some new friends." Helen laughed, and walked away. "Now to find Zoltan, and make some dreams come true."

Helen opened the bathroom door, and stepped out into the hall. She headed in the general direction of where she found Zoltan. She could only hope he was still there, still enraptured by the film of the woman on the cross. Maybe, just maybe, she could be that woman, if she played her cards right.