Where am I?

You jerk to a sitting position, sudden movement causing your already terrible headache level up to near full migraine levels. You stick your face into your hands, a **** attempt to retain whatever your last meal was.

Memories flood your mind and you freeze, expecting to register shards of glass surrounding you. Instead you find the cool surface of the mirrored floor. Your heart pounds in your ears as you register the impossibility. You had smashed the entire room, you should be laying in a pile of broken glass on the cave floor.

Jumping to your feet, adrenaline pushing your splitting headache to the side. You find you are exactly where you were, now facing the opposite wall from where you had been before. Turned a full semicircle around, the least odd inaccuracy to what you just experienced.

You look to your mirror self, unsure of what to expect. It stares at you, smile wide but still as if frozen. You stare at the imagine longer, a perfect replica of yourself except...

Something is off, every detail is picture perfect but something is different and it unnerves you.

As the answer pops into your head you are startled by the sudden movement of the Other You. The image wasn't inversed. The Other You was perfectly normal, a version of you that you could never truly see. You realize with horror that now you are the reflection.

The Other You laughs as if it can hear your thoughts.

"Now I cast the reflection," an inhuman voice comments from your mirror throat. A voice that seems uncertain, raspy like it had swallowed glass.

You open your mouth to respond but find you cannot speak. You're not even sure if you're making the motions or just no sound is coming out.

"I am no longer an expression of you," the low voice states "I define me. I define us."

His eyes stop roaming his own body and looks to yours, an evil expression plastered there. You feel your own face contorting to match the devilish look.

"I define you." he finishes with a growl.

He takes his hands and rakes them over his clothes. Your hands follow, nails sharpened and menacing, making quick work of tearing your clothes to ribbons.

He stands before you, panting, your chest heaves in time with his breath. You feel what he feels, adrenaline, arousal, and above all hunger.

His hands trail down your body, your cock hanging in front of you, chubbed up and already dripping precum onto the mirrored floor.

His hands puppet yours, overly aggressive hands grip your nipples, twisting hard. You go to groan from the pain and the electric tingle that shot directly to your cock. The hands continue down, swiveling around to your back, the real world you using your head to turn and look at your ass. A hand slapping down causing your ass to jiggle and a red hand print immediately flare up.

"Its been forever since I've had flesh," you say. "Though, some improvements can be made."

He makes this comment while bemusedly swinging your hard cock around in front of you. He looks like he's genuinely eager to be playing with YOUR body.

"Like this little thing," he remarks, slapping your hard dick against your hand. The sensitive flesh being handled too roughly. "We can fix that."

Suddenly an immense pressure builds in your crotch, the sadistic version of you using one hand to callously polish the head of your cock while the other abuses your nipples. The most intense orgasm you've ever had and its happening because some evil mirror creature is piloting your limbs and turning out your body.

If you had any control over your voice you'd shout as torrent after torrent of cum is shot on the floor in front of you. Vision going white as the milky substance coats the reflective floor. Your vision clears and you view the real you from inside the mirror. He's scooping copious amounts off of his chest and dick, drinking it down. Your pungent seed filling your mouth, involuntarily swishing it around before gulping it down hungrily.

Your eyes fall to your dick on his body, startled that it barely looked at your dick at all. In wake of your squirting your less than average cock was a massive schlong. Thick as a baseball bat and swinging tantalizingly around you upper shins. If you could gasp you would, a shiny metal prince albert piercing adorns the flushed bell end, grotesquely large but almost normal looking compared to your gigantic meat.

"That's so much better," the real you moans from across the mirror. He reaches low, slipping a finger through the ring and yanking on it. The sensation making your knees wanted to buckle and eyes roll back.

His hands drift upwards, now having both of your nipples between his fingers. "I always admired the human body," he twists sharply, erotic pain inflicted by your own hands. "So modifiable."

Your hands pull away and in their place leave a stinging ache that makes your massive meat bob up and down, an undignified seesaw swinging between your legs. On your nipples are now two metal hoops, connected by a heavy chain, any and all movement makes them swing, further extending your already abused and swollen areolas.

The you with the control laughs maniacally and uses your hands to swing and pull on the chain, the intense stimulation paired with the sheer amount of blood that your schlong is taking up leaves you light headed.

"Your body is capable of so much pleasure," he breathes out excitedly. "I plan on squeezing every ounce out of it."

You both drop to your knees, oversized cock carelessly laying to the side on the ground. You drop to all fours, one hand supporting you as your other hand milks your cock. Your balls have ballooned in size similarly, evidenced by the gushing precum that is coating your hand.

In an instant your head is on the ground, ass up and back arched, no hands supporting you. The hand covered in precum reaches behind you, finding your asshole and attacking it with a curious but urgent haste. Your other hand takes over milking your cock, linking your pierced cock and nipple chain together. Every time you stroked you cock the chain yanked on your overworked nipples.

He was right, all you could feel was pleasure. Pain faded into pleasure as you almost forgot it wasn't you abusing your own body. By the time you came down from the orgasm you experienced, face laying in a pool of your own spunk. The white liquid crusting your hair. You had worked a full four fingers into your now gaping asshole.

"So malleable," you say to yourself, "you can take anything."

A different texture meets the raw skin of your swollen hole. Cool and smooth and almost pleasant if you were being puppeteer'd and weren't sure what was coming next. You thought four fingers would have been more than enough to prepare you for whatever could've fucked you, and yet you still feel your hole expanding, stretching around the intrusion. You see yourself in the mirror, meeting eyes with your blissed out captor, staring back at you with sadistic affection.

You see in the mirror you have a large dildo, made of a mirrored texture. The movement and sound obscene, the huge object being pulled out of you to leave you gaping. The mirrored surface giving you glimpses of your messy insides, sticky with your own cum.

You loose track of time, every moment a new violation of your body. A new pleasure response fried from overuse. Stretching every hole in your body including your enormous piss slit, fucking the cum out of yourself, spanking your ass raw and red.

Your body is about to give out, too much time spent sucking and fucking. Every surface on your body is covered in cum and you groan as you rise involuntarily to your feet. You're **** to stare yourself in the mirror, pleasure blown body displaying exactly all you'd done to yourself.

"Thanks for the body," your heart clinches with fear, "I'd keep you company but there's so much pleasure out there."

You scream and fight internally but you have no control as you follow along parallel to your physical body. Dick swinging hypnotically the whole way. You begin walking towards the exit.