The room on the left

Leanne quickly rolled to her left and reached up for the door handle. She tugged on it and as the door fell open she dived inside before slamming it shut behind her. She pressed herself back firmly against the solid wooden surface. Blocking anyone from entering behind her. There was a light rattle on the handle but then nothing. After a while the young woman began to relax a little.

She looked ahead of her into the new room. It seemed much the same as the others she'd seen. Dimly lit and sparsely furnished. She was wondering about the quality of the residents' lives when she remembered all the fucked up things she'd seen that day. Maybe there was a reason their lives were so limited.

The young woman got to her feet and stepped forward into the room. There was nothing to concern her as she looked around her surroundings. It wasn't until she saw something move that she jumped a little.

Turning her head Leanne realised it was nothing more than her own reflection in a large horizontal mirror hanging on one wall. She peered at her own image. Half-naked with her pert breasts free and standing proud on her exposed chest. She began to search for something to wear to cover herself up. There was a nearby wardrobe and opening it up revealed a selection of male clothes. She picked out a plain white shirt and held it up to herself.

She turned back to the mirror and what she saw made her immediately drop the borrowed shirt. In the reflection was her, but standing behind her was the terrifying clown from before.

She span around to face her tormentor but there was no-one there. The room empty other than herself. She checked again in the mirror. Was her mind playing tricks on her? But there was the clown once more. Standing just to the side of her, staring openly at her naked breasts. Not only that but there was a strange look on her face. A smirk, one of almost amusement.

"What the hell is this?!" she whispered.

Leanne continued to stare as the sinister joker reached around and gently held her breast. There was a tingling sensation on her bosom but she could see no hand when she peered down.

The strangeness continued as the clown grabbed both of her naked tits from behind while her own reflection stretched her arms upwards. Allowing the creep full access to her pert chest while her eyes closed. Clearly enjoying the attention. The horror didn't end there. The clown's hands began to slid down her flat stomach, coming to a rest on her jeans. As Leanne shook her head in refusal she saw the jester unbuttoning her jeans and allowing them to fall to the floor. Leaving her standing in nothing more than her panties.

The image of her in the mirror was writhing back against the maniac but Leanne felt anything but aroused by this performance. She couldn't understand how she could be stripped both in the reflection and reality without anyone touching her as far as she could see.

Suddenly she was **** forwards. Stopping herself with her hands placed on a desk below the mirror. She glanced into it to see her naughty reflection doing the same. Only with a much different expression spread across her face. She felt her panties being lowered, much to the delight of the girl in the mirror, as the clown stood close behind her. She felt the cool air against her naked pussy. But that wasn't the only thing.

The clown was gazing down at her exposed body. An evil grin on his face. She saw his fumbling with something and then felt his erect cock pressed to the entrance of her surprisingly moist slit.

"Shit! No!" she screamed. But it was already too late. The clown slid his fat member between her lips and penetrated her hot young body.

Despite her fear Leanne was struggling against the pleasure she was feeling from this immense shaft driving inside her hole. She wanted to fight it, to get out of there. But with her own reflection groaning as she was screwed, Leanne was finding it more difficult to resist. She closed her eyes. Trying to ignore her own reflection as her mind came into conflict with itself.