The Refection in the mirror.

This is a spooky one off story I made for Halloween. So enjoy my patreons, and let me know what you think and if you want more of these.

Jacqueline smiled as she ran her hand down the mirror's smooth surface, admiring its cold face. It was the final piece in her little plan for a night of fun, and she couldn't wait to put it to use. She also couldn't believe the deal she had gotten on it either. An old world full body mirror on a carved oak frame or a hundred dollars? A cheap knockoff at a furniture store would cost three times that, and this one was guaranteed to be an antique. It was odd how the salesperson at the import store acted nervously around the mirror and how it was kept in the back corner, wrapped in blankets tied with rope. When Jacqueline unwrapped the mirror so she could see it, the saleswoman moved to stand behind it as if afraid of seeing her reflection. She said it had been found in the basement of some abbey in a country with a Slavic name. Jacqueline didn't really listen to the history lesson. She was enthralled by the beauty of the mirror and knew immediately she was taking it home.

Now it stood in her apartment overlooking the city, and it was the perfect time to put it to use. She had her wooden step set up in the middle of the room in front of the mirror. She stood on it now to test that she could see her full body from her toes to the well above her head reflected in the mirror. She could also see the large window that looked out over the night skyline, allowing the city's ambiance to filter in.

A long silver chain hung down from a bolt in the ceiling stopping above her head where it was connected to a pair of cuffs. The key was safely out of reach, placed on a table on the other side of the room. Her plan was simple, a little self-bondage where anyone looking into her window would see her naked body. Once she locked her hands in the cuffs, she would be unable to leave the wooden platform for twenty minutes. A small timed lock on the other end of the chain would open automatically when the time ran out, allowing her to leave and use the key.

It was a moment of tension as she knew once those cuffs went on, she was stuck. Any of her neighbors in the surrounding buildings would be able to see her, and all she could do was twist about to give them a good show. She had chosen this room specifically for the large window to add to the tension that somebody might be looking. To complete the mood, she had the mirror placed so that she could see herself and the window behind her, a constant reminder of what was happening.

She glanced to the far wall, where various toys rested on a shelf. She wondered if some of them might make the experience more exciting but decided that the fear of being seen would be enough torment for tonight.

With everything in place, there was nothing more to do but set the light and get undressed. She darkened the room and turned on a single light near the window so her body would be lit. Then with a trembling breath, she lifted the only thing she would be wearing, a leather strap with a bright red ball gag, and firmly strapped it into her mouth. The timed lock was set before she dropped her robe and climbed onto the wooden step, her naked body exposed to the window. She thought twice about what she was doing, wondering if footage of her escapades would end up on some website. She closed her eyes and silently scolded herself, this had been planned for weeks, and there was no going back now. Before panic could step in, she grabbed the cuffs and locked them, leaving her trapped on the platform.

Jacqueline's breath came out in nervous pants as she hung from her chains, wrists held high above her head. She hadn't yet dared to open her eyes and gaze into the mirror, fearing it would make her panic. She knew full well that anyone who took the time to look would see her, and there was nothing she could do about it for twenty minutes.

Slowly she opened her eyes and immediately looked into the mirror, seeing her naked body as it stood on display. The sight sent adrenaline surging through her veins as the desire to escape flooded her senses. This was the thrill she was hoping for as the trembling grew worse, and she focused on remaining calm. Just as she tried to relax, she caught sight of movement in the mirror. Her eyes focused on the spot in a panic, but the movement was gone behind her. She twisted about as her heart raced, turning to face the window only to see she was alone in the room. Relieved and scolding herself for being so foolish, she reasoned a bird must have gone by the window. Obviously, nobody was in the room with her as not only was her apartment door locked but so was the inner door. Nobody could have gotten into this space, and they certainly didn't scale the building to peer in her window. With the flutter of panic fading away, she turned to the mirror and, for a second, was sure she saw a smiling face just behind her. Once again, she jerked about in a panic, nearly stumbling on her wooden platform as she hung from the chains. The room was just as it always was, quiet and empty, with the door on the wall still solidly locked.

Breathing deeply into her gag, she turned back to the mirror and hesitated to look. When she did, her nerves relaxed to see nothing in the reflection but her naked body. She could see how badly she was trembling and wondered if her thrashing had gotten any attention. Just as she settled her feet, two arms curled about her stomach from someplace behind and wrapped about her tightly.

Jacqueline's eyes went wide as she screamed into the gag, the noise coming out as a muffled gurgle. Her body went ridged and arched as the hands quickly slid up her stomach to take firm hold of her breasts. Desperation and panic drove her to pull on the chains, but her wrists were firmly bound, and she was helpless to defend her naked body. Her mind flooded with fear and tension as she tried to understand how someone could have entered her room. The only possible explanation was they were already inside when she locked the door, perhaps hiding behind a couch or chair.

She twisted and thrashed as her breasts were firmly grasped and kneaded, her tender nipples being pulled until they were taught. The intruder's touch was rough and grasping, his fingers cruelly squeezing her flesh. In a panic, she looked down only to be horrified a second time as she saw nothing! She could feel the touching and saw her skin deforming under the caress, but no hands or arms were present. In desperation, she looked to the mirror that told a very different story.

A dark form was pressed to her back but obscured by her body. All she could see were the arms and grasping hands as they tormented her breasts with firm squeezes. Panic drove her to thrash, pulling on her chains wildly in the vain hope of escaping. Unfortunately, neither her wrists nor her breasts came free from their captivity, and the thrashing provoked her intruder to squeeze more tightly.

With her heart racing, Jacqueline came to the terrible realization that there was no escape. She was trapped until the timer passed, a plaything for the dark stranger that was only visible in the mirror. She looked into that silvery surface, desperate for some answer as to what was happening. The shape moved to the side as something warm and most began to run up her back. She shivered as that sensation approached her shoulder, dark curly hair appearing as the shadow came into view.

Jacqueline stared into the crystal blue eyes of a woman with dark luscious lips. Something sadistic lurked behind the gaze in her eyes as she ran a hand up Jacqueline's arm to tug at the cuffs. Pleased that she was bound and helpless, a long red tongue came out of those lips and licked at her neck. She felt every second of it as it slid across her skin and cheek, stopping as their faces pressed together in the mirror.

Her eyes were locked on the reflection as the woman turned and whispered something unheard in her ear. She turned back to see if Jacqueline had understood, but she shook her head to indicate no. The strange woman's smile widened as she slowly mouthed the words for her to read while pointing at Jacqueline and then at herself.

“You are mine now,” was what the strange woman was saying, and the recognition in Jacqueline's eyes made the woman lick her lips.

In a fit of terror, Jacqueline twisted and turned, trying to break the reflections hold on her body. The woman only resumed licking and kissing Jacqueline's neck while crushing her breasts in her firm hands. She threw her head back in another scream, lost in her gag as the terrible sensation went on. Heart pounding, her fear compelled her to run, but she was well and truly stuck and completely at the woman's mercy.

She looked back to the mirror, trembling as a hand came away from her chest. She felt it as it slid across her body, exploring the surface of her skin. Her ass was rubbed and squeezed before receiving a good slap that made her jump. Then the other hand came away, leaving her sore breasts to throb as the woman ran her fingernails down Jacqueline's spine. She trembled as they went lower, curving around her rear before giving the other cheek a firm slap. She smiled as Jacqueline jumped and groaned in response to the punishment. Her rear received a few more well-placed slaps before the woman stepped away.

Jacqueline hung helplessly, her body trembling uncontrollably as the woman stepped to the side and walked around her, dragging her nails across her skin. She was finally able to get a good look at her attacker and wasn't sure what to think. The woman was tall and thin with a slightly muscular frame. Her ample breasts and curvy hips added a seductive feminine charm to her shape. She had long dark hair that curled slightly as it flowed down her back. The expression in her eyes was one of sadistic pleasure, and her smile indicated she was enjoying every moment of this.

Jacqueline looked away,

closing her eyes and tightening up as the woman's hands came to her breasts again. She pulled at her chains, expecting a firm grasp, but the touch was gentle this time. The woman caressed them softly, slowly rolling them in her hands while tracing a thumb across the nipple. The effect sent shocks of energy spiraling through her body as she began to respond to the touch. Jacqueline struggled not to moan as she was stimulated, but the tension and panic coursing through her veins betrayed her. Her voice began to seep out as she bit the ball gag, the pleasure rising.

Her hands wrapped around the chains for support as the gentle caressing went on, only to suddenly cause her to gasp. Tender lips began to suck at her nipples, tasting her flesh as she hung helplessly. She glanced at the mirror to see the woman leaning over, her face buried in Jacqueline's breasts.

She tried to twist again, but the effort only hurt her wrists. Her head fell back to moan as she crossed her legs, trying to deny the sensation as the tender sucking began to stir arousal. The sense of helplessness heightened every touch, driving her to the edge as her heart raced. The woman remained at her breasts, sucking each nipple as her hands began to explore.

Jacqueline looked in the mirror to see the woman, but when she looked down, there was no one there. She saw her nipple stretch as it was sucked and the skin of her stomach dimple as unseen hands explored her body. The woman existed only in the mirror and was making love to Jacqueline's reflection as her body responded to every touch.

Those soft lips moved to her other breast as hands cupped her rear. She felt them squeeze over and over, testing the firmness of her flesh and savoring what they found. The stimulation never stopped flowing as she hung helpless to the woman in the reflection. The mixture of fear, excitement, and stimulation began to cause a tingling deep inside as her body responded with desire. Whoever this woman was, she was forcing Jacqueline to become aroused, and her skin went warm as the need began to grow. The strange thrill began to cloud her thoughts, making it impossible to stay panicked. The relentless rubbing was bringing her body to readiness, and being restrained only made it more intense.

A hand slid around the front, tracing a gentle circle around Jacqueline's belly button before slowly moving down. She tried to protect herself by squeezing her legs, but that only presented her body to the hand still squeezing her rear. Jacqueline leaned forward as fingers began to rub at her moist folds, finding her aroused body more than ready for her touch. The hand cupped at her flower while the other urged her legs apart. She felt so helpless to the situation that resisting seemed pointless. Instead, she put her feet apart and bent her knees, offering herself to her captor.

Fingers began to probe her delicate petals, reaching in to trace lines of her honey across hot thighs. She moaned into her gag, rolling her hips as the woman began to pet her body, pressing firmly as she spread the wetness between her legs.

Jacqueline's head rolled as a soft moan escaped her mouth. Her eyes went shut as she no longer cared to watch the reflection. All her focus was on the sensation between her legs as her captor continued to fondle her passion fruit. Her skin tingled with excitement as her breasts were gently sucked. She clutched the chains of her binds, desperate for something to hold on to as the pleasure became intense.

The petting changed to two fingers tracing little circles through the inner layers of her flesh. They pressed just firmly enough that they couldn't be ignored as they teased the skin around her clit. The other hand returned to her rear, firmly squeezing enough to hold her in place. Now she stood on her toes so she could bend her knees wider, offering the woman as much access as she could.

Jacqueline felt as if she was dreaming, her head swimming in tension and pleasure that couldn't be happening. She had meant to hang for a bit, enjoying the thrill that came with the risk of being seen. Now, she was being pleasured by someone who existed only in the reflection of the mirror.

Time became meaningless as the rubbing went on, her hips trying to rock to increase the stimulation. She couldn't believe how close her body was to a release when the woman suddenly pulled away. Jacqueline opened her eyes to see the woman standing beside her in the mirror, looking out as if through a window. She raised two fingers and kissed them before planting them on the ball gag in the reflection.

Jacqueline understood what the woman wanted as her body crawled with sexual tension. She nodded her agreement almost instantly, causing the woman to smile as she turned to Jacqueline's reflection. She reached up and tugged at the leather strap, loosening the gag. Jacqueline felt it coming free, then took her first deep breath as it suddenly fell from her mouth.

She took a few deep breaths as her panic implored her to scream. Before she could finish, the though strong hands wrapped around her head, and sift lips pressed to hers. She offered no resistance as a warm tongue slid into her mouth. She closed her eyes to savor the kiss as her lover worked at her passionately. She leaned into Jacqueline, pressing their naked bodies together. Jacqueline could feel the woman's breasts pressing into her own, brushing her nipples and sending new shocks of arousal across her skin. Her captor pressed in tightly, curling around behind her head to hold tight as her tongue reached deep into her mouth.

The kiss went on for so long that Jacqueline began to feel she was a part of this woman. They were locked in an embrace so tight that it felt as if they were one. They writhed and swayed together, their tongues dancing as they savored each other.

Jacqueline was lost in the moment until her lover reached down and grabbed one of her legs. She lifted a thigh hooking her leg over the woman's hip as she reached for the other. Jacqueline clutched her chains as she crossed her ankles behind the woman's back, her entire body hanging from the cuffs above her head. They continued to kiss as her lover's hands began to explore her back and rear. She felt absolutely out of control and at the mercy of the mirror. She was excited and frightened simultaneously, her heart racing as the sensations mixed to form an intoxicating poison.

Slowly the woman's hand began to explore lower, her fingers teasing the tender flesh exposed by her spread legs. The woman took her time, gliding her hands over Jacqueline's thighs and brushing at her soft lips. Her head rolled as one of those hands suddenly reached in, spreading her labia wide. Her clit was teased with a fingertip, working in a slow rotation as her body became wet.

Jacqueline focused on the kiss, her eyes still shut in surrender. She clung to her lover, using her legs to try and brace herself as fingers began to search for her secret opening. Her body began to burn with a deeper need, the arousal now complete. She still felt the pangs of fear, but hunger made her crave more, and she began to love what was happening.

The kiss finally ended, leaving Jacqueline hungry for more. She opened her eyes to look into the mirror and saw the smile on the woman's face. Her lover stared out of the mirror while rubbing at her clit, then ran her soft tongue over parted lips. Jacqueline trembled as her legs were allowed to drop and the woman crouched, slowly going lower as she kissed her way down. Fingers began to stroke at the entrance to her soul, sending shock waves up her spine. They were met by kisses slowly working their way down her stomach as the woman drew ever nearer to Jacqueline's flower.

The woman dropped to her knees and used her free hand to spread Jacqueline wider. The other was still firmly rubbing her body, causing her to twitch as the fire inside was fed. Her voice began to cry out as her eyes refused to look away from the mirror. Her lover finally pulled her fingers away and sucked them between her lips, savoring Jacqueline's flavor like a fine wine. She smiled before resuming her rubbing, this time watching the work intently. She held Jacqueline by the rear with a firm hand while the other picked up the pace, rubbing through the folds of her body. She took great care to be firm enough to drive Jacqueline wild, alternating between her clit and the deeper passage.

Flashes of lightning rocked her body as she hung helplessly as her body was fondled. All she could do was hang there and bare it as the woman in the mirror tormented her most intimate parts. The chains shook as her body convulsed of its own accord, the fire inside building to new levels. She wobbled on her toes as everything else began to shake from the storm about to break inside.

Her lover leaned forward as her fingers went lower to slide deep into her flesh. She kissed Jacqueline's lips before spreading them wide and using her tongue to lick at the center. Jacqueline danced on her toes, inadvertently pulling her body away. The woman grabbed behind her knees and yanked her legs wide, leaving her suspended by her wrists again. Now her body was laid bare to that hungry tongue as the woman began to feast. Jacqueline shook and thrashed, throwing her head back as her body teetered on the brink of release. The woman buried her face into her folds, devouring the fruit of passion that was helpless before her.

Her moans became a continuous chorus as her lover consumed her body. She felt that hot tongue over her clit, as tender lips wrapped around it to suck gently. Then she moved lower, reaching deep into her body, tasting the very core of Jacqueline's being. Her chest began to roll as her breathing descended into short pants, her body unable to get enough air.

She shook again as a shock wave raced

up the core of her being. The tension inside had built to unsustainable levels, and she felt like she was about to burst. Her back arched as the rest of her body went tight, the moment of no return quickly being reached. Her lover sucked her labia, pulling at them gently before returning to kiss her clit. The torment kept her right on the very edge as a hand slid in, and two fingers slipped through her defenses.

The sensation of kissing and fingering drove her wild as her voice cried out in pleasure. Muscles trembled as the tension teetered on the brink of disaster, a knot of tension churning in her stomach.

“Please!” Jacqueline cried as she could endure it no longer. “Please finish me!”

The reflection responded by adding a third finger, probing her core with a rhythmic thrusting. Jacqueline moaned in a long, drawn-out cry as her feet twisted. She knew it wouldn't be much longer as this ghost or spirit was determined to make her climax. She shook violently as the last ounce of control crumbled away, and her body finally surrendered.

Her back arched as the orgasm pulsed through her being, coming more powerfully than it had ever done before. Her arms shook as she rattled the chains with white knuckles, her head thrown back as she sang out her pleasure. Her stomach rolled in the powerful spasms of her release as the hungry mouth below moved lower. The warm tongue reached into her body, drinking in the orgasm as it coursed through her veins. All she could do was cry out as she fed the ghostly woman, her body fully surrendered to its fate.

Her legs were allowed to drop as the spasms slowly faded, the ghost still feeding from her body. It seemed like it went on for an eternity, but she knew it couldn't have been long. When the ghost finally pulled away, she could barely stand on her feet. She closed her eyes, panting as her body was allowed to rest, the echoes of her climax still causing her to flinch. She didn't see the ghost rise or was aware of the danger until their lips came together. She cried out as that hot tongue slid into her mouth, forcing her to taste her own body and orgasm. The ghost held her face again, prolonging the kiss as Jacqueline moaned in pathetic resistance. She relented and accepted the kiss, eagerly sharing her tongue and the flavor of their sex. The ghostly woman enjoyed the kiss, smiling when they finally parted.

Jacqueline's mind ran wild with thoughts going in a thousand directions. She couldn't grasp the idea that she was having sex not only with a ghost but with a woman. She was helpless to this spirit, nothing more than a toy to its desires. All she could do was endure the punishment and hold on until the lock finally opened. That thought sent the tension and excitement coursing through her veins again. She realized she was excited and turned on in a way she had never known. As if this wasn't confusing enough, she had just had the best orgasm of her life. It was a mind-numbing thought as she hung there, waiting to see what would happen next.

She watched the mirror as the woman strutted around her, dragging her nails around her waist. She ran her hands across Jacqueline's body with a hungry look in her eyes. Jacqueline watched the mirror closely, unable to turn away when the woman suddenly walked off. Slowly she strutted across the room, her hips swaying as she approached the far wall. Jacqueline's mind froze as she saw what the woman was approaching. There in the reflection was the shelf of sex toys just waiting to be used. If the ghost had been able to remove her gag by manipulating the reflection, could she touch other things? Her heart pounded as she stared into the mirror as her tormentor reached her shelf.

“What are you doing?” she cried in panic as the woman kept her back to her. That panic rose to a whole new level when the ghost finally turned about, holding a large red vibrator in one hand and a small multi-tailed whip in the other.

Jacqueline shook as the ghost eyed her like a lion coming in for the kill. She felt her skin prickle in goosebumps, and her breath shortened into rapid gasps as the ghost snapped the whip. She turned to the timer, desperate to see if it was about to release. She couldn't be sure how much time had passed, but maybe it was almost done? Her hopes were dashed when she couldn't see the dial in the dark, and her eyes went back to the mirror to see the woman standing right before her reflection.

She hardly registered the motion, but she felt the sting as a dozen rubber strands stung the skin of her ass. She lurched to the side, away from the stinging blow as her voice sang out to mark its passing. A second lashing crossed her other cheek, making her jump to her toes. She grabbed the chains and tugged with all her might as the ghost began to lash her rear. Her skin felt like it was on fire as the stinging blows rained down at a relentless pace.

Jacqueline begged her to stop as the lashes moved up her body, stinging the small of her back. She stood on her toes, back arched, as she marked every lash with a wail of passion and pain as her skin burned. Her mind was lost to the sensation, fearing each blow yet savoring the sweet kiss. She had bought the whip as a kind of dare but had never expected to use it. Now she was the one it was being used on, and her body burned with every stinging blow.

The ghostly woman paused once the lashings reached her shoulders and ran her hand down Jacqueline's back. She was enjoying the sensation of those raised welts, reading the patchwork of lines like a book. The ghost twisted Jacqueline's back to the mirror, allowing her to see how red her skin was. She knew the woman was enjoying this moment of torment as she dragged her nails down Jacqueline's back, making her twist as they passed.

Jacqueline prayed the lashing was over, but she knew the woman wasn't done. When the lashing returned, she gave the ghost what she wanted, yelping and pleading with every blow. She twisted to get away as the lashes began to curl around her thighs, covering her skin in red lines from head to toe. She closed her eyes and sank into the sensation, her voice marking every lash as she slipped into complete submission.

She wasn't even aware the lashes had stopped until a kiss pressed to her forehead. She gazed into the mirror to see her ghost standing beside her with a smile on her face. The whip was gone from her hand to be replaced by the red vibrator. Jacqueline looked at her abused body, covered in red lines that burned. This torment might be over, but a new one was about to begin. The ghost took its time to kneel as a soft buzzing sound filled the air. Jacqueline looked down to see the real vibrator floating in the air as if being held, but only in the mirror did she see by who.

The ghost ran the tip along the inside of her thigh, teasing her skin with the vibrating tingle. The vibrator worked its way up as she dared not look away, tensing as it reached her delicate folds. A low groan escaped her lips as the ghost ran the shaft through her folds, sending quivering spasms through her stomach. The sensation made her mind reel as she struggled to understand what was happening. A ghost in an old mirror was tormenting her body, using it as her plaything. Now it had her largest vibrator as it rubbed it back and forth through her folds, pressing on her clit, but never going deeper. Her pussy shook with powerful vibrations as the shaft rolled along her clitoris, forcing her to endure relentless pleasure.

Her panting voice shook, coming out as a long, drawn-out squeal of pleasure. Her eyes went shut as she twisted, unable to endure the pleasure. The vibrator rubbed back and forth, never allowing her clit to rest as the stimulation drove her to madness. She felt every inch of it sliding by as her body was electrified by the touch of her captor.

She pleaded with the ghost to stop, but the silent reflection only pressed on, continuing the slow, relentless rubbing of her clit. Jacqueline had never felt so helpless and turned on in her life. Her skin burned from the whipping while her pussy shook in absolute ecstasy. The sexual fire rolled up her body, consuming her will to resist. The mixture of pain and pleasure had been something she fantasized about, but the reality of it was far more intense than she had dared to dream.

The ghost suddenly stopped the motion, pressing the top of the vibrator directly to her clit. She pushed down, directing all the stimulation into one tiny area as Jacqueline thrashed wildly. Her stomach sucked in as she struggled to breathe, legs shaking as she balanced on her toes. Her moans died out as she ran out of breath, the vibrator shaking her world. Then her body convulsed and jerked, her feet tumbling as the sensation drove her over the edge. Her voice finally came out in a long “oooh!” as her muscles clenched and everything broke loose.

Jacqueline cried out in a primal groan, throwing her hair back as swear began to bead on her skin. Her legs curled together, lifting from the floor to dangle as the orgasm coursed through her soul. The ghost never pulled the vibrator away, forcing her to cum even as the stimulation kept going. No matter how Jacqueline twisted her legs, she couldn't escape the tormenting device.

“Please! I have had enough! I can't take anymore!” she screamed as her body felt like it was twisting into a knot. The orgasm pulsed with a wild ferocity as her hypersensitive clitoris shook from the vibrator. “Oh, god, please stop!” she cried again. “Please. I will do anything!”

She dangled in the air thrashing her body to try and dislodge the vibrator. Kicking at where the ghost should be did nothing but increase the pressure on her clit. Her voice went up and active as she screamed in a clear, strong note, her body unable to come down from the previous orgasm. Instead, she

had another, renewing the torment as the vibrator continued to press on.

Sweat began to drench her body, and her stomach ached from the spasms of lust. Her breath was ragged and broken by pleading wails to stop. She hadn't realized that her hands were numb from the death grip on the chains. Her mind had been pushed far beyond its ability for rational thought, and all she knew now was pleasure. Her voice went up again when her ghost suddenly moved, shoving the vibrator firmly between her legs. There was nothing gentle about it, no care taken as she rammed the red shaft through her body like a piston.

Chains rattled as Jacqueline lost all sense of time, her body rocking from the thrusts below. Her voice was a series of rapid, moaning pants as she forgot how to form words. The last two orgasms were still trying to dissipate even as the vibrator drove toward another one. Her poor clitoris had been tormented for so long that it still felt as if it was buzzing, even with the vibrator gone. The combination sent her into wild thrashing as words finally came back, and she pleaded for it to stop.

“Please!” she screamed. “I will do anything you want! Please, just stop!”

Her words had no effect as the thunderous hammering continued. Jacqueline was pounded from behind as the ghost turned her toward the window. Jacqueline would have collapsed if not for the chains, as her body was mercilessly abused. Deep inside, something grew as a new orgasm built on top of the previous two. She didn't think she had the strength to have another, but that wasn't hers to choose.

She became vaguely aware that she was still dangling in the air and pulled her legs up, desperate to break the thrusting. All she managed was to offer better access to her pussy, and now the ghost hammered away so hard she could hear the fist slapping against her. She couldn't moan any louder, and her strength was fading away. Her legs fell in defeat as she hung there, held tight by her ghost as it drove her over the edge. Her head hung limply, her voice low and rapid as the thrusts. She surrendered completely, offering no more resistance or twisting to get away.

It didn't take long as the next orgasm stacked on the previous ones. Her body shook of its own accord, clenching down on the shaft that never slowed its assault. She bounced with the impacts as the ghost's clenched fist slapped her pussy, driving the vibrator through her flesh. She let out one final gurgle as her world became peaceful and quiet, passing out in the middle of her orgasm.

The world faded back into view slowly as she awoke on the floor. Every muscle hurt, and her wrists burned from where she had pulled on her cuffs too violently. Shifting her legs brought a sensation of tenderness as her sore pussy protested being moved. As her mind slowly cleared, she remembered the timer and the cuffs, struggling to get up and get to the key. To her surprise, they were already unlocked, lying on the floor beside the vibrator and whip. The time lock was open, and the chains had been lowered, setting her free from her torment.

She curled into a bawl to protect herself as she looked around in shock. The keys were in the lock, and a pillow from the couch had been placed under the head. She couldn't believe the ghost had not only freed her but cared enough to make her comfortable. Slowly she sat up and looked into the mirror, stunned to see the woman was still there.

Jacqueline struggled to understand why the ghost was standing there with its head down. It had just given her the best sex of her life, yet now it was standing alone as if afraid to touch her. Then, she saw something splash to the floor and, in a moment of shock, realized the woman was crying.

With stiff muscles, Jacqueline crawled to the mirror and put a hand on the cold surface as if to touch the woman. All she did was dominate the mirror with her reflection as the woman remained silent and unmoving in the background.

Her mind filled with wild thoughts and a hundred reasons to shatter the mirror and run screaming from the apartment, but a second tear hit the floor, and something inside felt pity.

“Can you hear me?” she asked.

The ghost silently nodded but didn't look up as Jacqueline moved back to get a better view.

“Are you a ghost or some kind of spirit?” she asked, unsure what to say. The woman nodded and played with her hands nervously as Jacqueline tried to think.

“Are you trapped in there?” she asked as the woman nodded again.

Jacqueline tried to make sense of that answer, but who could explain something like this? Her mind instead went to the story of how and where the mirror was found. For all she knew, it had been locked away for hundreds of years. If this woman was trapped inside all that time, she must have suffered terribly. An idea was born in a moment of insanity, but she needed to ask a few more questions.

“Can you only touch things reflected in the mirror,” she asked, and again the woman nodded with a yes. “Have you been locked away for a long time?”  This time the reaction was different as the woman's face broke into a silent wail, crying profusely as hands covered her face.

“Wait, please don't cry,” Jacqueline said and raised a hand as if to pull her out of the mirror. “Are you afraid I am going to lock you away again?”

A silent tear fell as she wiped her eyes and nodded, the ghostly woman helpless to prevent her fate.

It took every ounce of strength Jacqueline could muster to slide the mirror through her apartment, but she finally finished the task. She was exhausted, and her muscles hurt as she admired her naked body in the mirror. It now stood at the foot of her bed, reflecting the bulk of her bedroom. Her toys had been moved to the side table where they were in easy reach of her lover. Without a thought, she lay back and smiled as soft hands came to her skin and began to stroke her stomach.

She looked into the mirror to see the woman climbing over her and reached up to wrap her arms around her. To her delight, she could feel her, even if she could not see her, and pulled the woman to her chest.

“I am yours now,” she said softly before sharing a small kiss. “You will never be alone again.” She then reached up and put her hands into cuffs attached to her bedposts. Her lover quickly clicked them closed, trapping her in the bed. Butterflies flew in her stomach as she tugged on the cold metal at her wrists. This time there was no timer, and the ghost in the mirror could have her for as long as she wished.