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   Mirrorman

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   by Jean-Michel Maserati

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   The eyes that stared back out of the mirror darkened slowly from
sparkling green to a hard and emotionless black.  The pupils seemed to
expand as the irises correspondingly darkened, until there were just two
mesmerizing jet-black jewels set in the white of the eye.  Featureless and
inhuman, they gave no hint of the emotions hidden behind: all that could be
seen in them were tiny triple pinpricks of light at the top.  Perfect
miniature images in the convex surface, reflections of the three light
bulbs in the ceiling behind the mirrored face.

   This was the fourth time this had happened today, each occurrence more
emphatic and more disturbing than the last one.  It had all begun with that
incident with that weird asshole who'd bumped into them as they were
standing at the school gates.  He'd come jogging round the corner at quite
a pace, either not looking where he was going or unable to see properly
through those trendy silvered shades.  He'd bowled both Kelly and Ricky
over, and then gone flying himself to end up sprawled on the ground close
by.  Unharmed, so it seemed: he just swore mildly, then recovered his
manners and offered his apologies to them all, before holding up one hand
which Teri had naturally taken hold of to pull him to his feet.  Who
wouldn't?  And then as they stood face to face, she caught sight of herself
for just a moment in the metallic sunglasses.  A surge of energy ran
instantly through her hand from his, up her arm until her whole body was
tingling; it must only have lasted a second or so, but in that fleeting
moment she saw the eyes for the first time...  followed by an almost
subliminally short picture of herself, looking down as if at a shorter
person, with the gates and the high school buildings behind her.  As he
would have been seeing her.  She squealed and let go at once, at which the
man just said sorry and jogged off again.  Teri explained her reaction to
her classmates by saying that the jerk had had some kind of joke-shop palm
buzzer or the like in his hand, but she was okay now.

   Twice more during the day she'd been troubled by the same vision. 
Straightening her make-up in the mirror after going to the toilet, she'd
been overcome for just a couple of seconds by a sudden headache and the
sensation of being watched.  Then, slowly but undeniably, the eyes in the
mirror began to change.  Hazily, the face began to blur and take on another
form as well, until she was convinced she was staring at the man who she'd
helped to his feet earlier.  She'd screwed her eyes shut and shaken her
head, after which everything was normal again.  But it remained an
unsettling experience, leaving her unable to concentrate on her lessons at
all that afternoon.  She'd decided to skip the last periods and go for a
work out.  She was shaken by what she thought she had seen - though she
knew she couldn't possibly really have done - and Teri was a firm believer
in the beneficial effects of a bit of mindless exercise to take her
thoughts off whatever was troubling her.  Boyfriends, grade point averages,
her cash allowance, conflict with her parents about staying out late, all
the usual teenage bugbears...  a thorough gym-session would make her feel
much better.  So she got into her beaten-up old Impala and drove off to the
mall.

   And just as she was about to park the car, it happened again.  She
looked up in the rear-view to check she was clear behind, and there was
that wacko feeling of being spied upon again.  Black eyes, hard and
glinting, staring out of the mirror at her from her own face.  Stunned, she
stepped hard on the brakes and shut her eyes; when she opened them again
this time, the illusion had not gone away.  She was looking down into her
car, seeing herself from outside it: a pretty blonde in jeans and T-shirt,
sitting in the driver's seat and looking up through the windshield. 
Looking up at herself, as if she were standing at some vantage point.  A
balcony above.  No, she was from a much closer persective than that, almost
as if she were lying on the windshield.  No glass in between...  She tried
to concentrate, which created a woozy swirling feeling and a sharp pang of
migraine pain.  Thankfully, the out-of-body viewpoint then blurred and
bloated before reforming into normality.  Teri stayed sat there for a
minute, now seriously beginning to worry about her state of mind: she had
quite definitely been looking at her image in the rear-view mirror one
moment, then looking at herself from out of that mirror the next. 
Imprisoned in the glass like a fly in amber, staring down at herself
presumably from within those black-centered and unblinkingly alien eyes. 
An impatient blast on the horn from the next car behind brought her back to
her senses.  She breathed deeply, trying to clear her head of these unreal
thoughts and then reversed neatly into the space and strode purposefully
off to the fitness center.

   It was only three thirty, so the gym wouldn't be opening for a couple of
hours yet: mostly it was only open in the late afternoon and evening,
outside of working hours for the clients.  But her mom and dad let her have
a key - they didn't mind her going along on her own.  If anything, they
preferred it since they were well aware that the macho young man who
managed it for them in the evenings had his eye on Teri.  The fitness
center was her mother's business, with a big floor for dance and aerobics
and the like on one side, where she gave lessons during the day (and which
they hired out for parties or whatever in the evenings) and on the other
side of the corridor were a couple of rooms with weights and rowing
machines and exercise bikes and God knows what else.  A solarium.  A coffee
machine.  All the obvious things.  Her mom was tidying up, having just
finished for the day.  Classes usually only went on from about nine till
three - her dad had a good job and they didn't exactly need the extra money
desperately, but it gave her mom a sense of purpose and independence to
have her own business as well.  The last aerobics pupils were ushered out
and then Teri nattered with her mom for a few minutes before she went off
to do the shopping or get her hair fixed or whatever was next in her diary.
That left Teri by herself in the fitness center for an hour or so, which
she found just fine.  She needed a little while to come to her senses.  She
changed quickly into tracksuit and trainers, warmed up single-mindedly and
then spent a few minutes pushing herself hard with the dumb-bells and on
the Nautilus.  Feeling much better now, she then decided to take advantage
of the main room being empty for once.  Do some aerobics without her mom's
critical evaluation.  Practice some of the cheerleader moves until she got
the timing right for once.  Or the ballet steps she'd loved as a little
girl, until it had become clear in the last two of three years that she'd
not inherited her mother's petite frame and agility but her father's lithe
and gangly athleticism.  She'd gotten her blond hair from him too, and her
volatile temper and aggressive mind-set.  About the only things she had in
common with her mom were a flair for languages and those captivating green
eyes.  But they got along well enough.

   So Teri turned on the lights in the studio-hall and went in to round off
her workout.  A few stretches against the wallbars on the left hand side of
the room, a few high kicks and star jumps facing the mirrored wall on the
right.  Finally she walked over to pick up the towel she had hung on the
single wooden rail which went along the mirror wall at waist height.  And
in doing so she'd caught sight of her reflection from close quarters and
immediately the fourthe episode had started.  But this was much more
intense.  The image of herself with those impossibly wrong eyes had somehow
hardened and become more concrete, remaining even when she shut her eyes
and shook her head.  She was shocked and confused, but too fascinated or
too entranced to look away for long.  At some basic level, she quite simply
knew that she was under attack - her mind rebelled, her instincts told her
to turn away and get out of there.  But she couldn't move, and her higher
intellect was stil busy telling her this was all nonsense and that there
would be a perfectly rational explanation somewhere.  Helpless, she stared
back at those mesemerizing black eyes, transfixed like a nighttime rabbit
in approaching headlights as the soulless depthless dark gems grew in
intensity until...  There was a whirling blur of shapes as everything in
her field of vision morphed illogically and coalesced again into another
view.  dizzily, she must have fallen and spun round, because she was now
lying limply at the foot of the mirror.  Slowly and uncertainly, she
maneuvered herself into a sitting position and stood up.  It took a moment
to register what was wrong: her mirror self remained drowsily on the floor
with her head in her hands.  "Theresa," she said to herself sharply, "pull
yourself together.  This is not real.  It's a dream." Her doppelgänger lay
down on her back on the floor and laughed nervously, saying something
similar.  "Hey, wake up," yelled Teri, suddenly rather frightened.  Her
twin image appeared not to hear.  She banged on the glass, also to no
discernible effect.  She dug her nails hard into her left palm, at which
her alternate self looked strangely at her own left hand for a moment and
then stood up and started walking around, stretching muscles and apparently
checking nothing had been damaged when she fainted.  Teri was thoroughly
scared of this illusion now, and decided it was time to get out of here and
go back home.  She turned from the mirror, intending to walk away and out
of the room.  But couldn't.  The door was slightly ajar, but seemed
immovably stuck in that position.  Everything inside the room was utterly
solid and unmoving even the towel at her feet was a rough and rock-solid
replica which scraped her fingers, every fiber adamant hard.  Through the
crack of the double doors, everything outside the room appeared as a
mind-boggling swirling blur of undefined shapes.  Panicking now, she ran to
the far side of the room, springing up the wallbars to look out of the
window.  See what was outside - but somehow she knew before she looked that
there would be no Outside to see.  The truth dawned on her and was
confirmed when she heard the door buzzer go and watched her other body walk
perfectly normally out of the swinging double door to go and answer it. 
Heart racing, Teri looked down at her wrists.  The big freckle was on the
back of her left hand, not her right.  Bracelet on the left.  Watch on the
right...  the face inverted, the second-hand ticking inexorably backwards.
Anticlockwise.

   She was the one in the mirror.  Trapped.

   Teri watched in confusion as the young woman who could have been her
twin sister ushered the jogger in.  The same guy.  She was too shocked and
confused initially to do anything but look on and listen.  The girl brought
in two stools and a small fold-away table from the coffee bar, followed by
two cups of coffee in disposable styrofoam cups.  From the rucksack which
the jogger had been wearing, he produced a small but expensive-looking
video camera and a small tripod.  He switched it on and while they drank
their coffees, he filmed the girl's face from various angles as she smiled
flirtatiously at him, her big green eyes excitedly wide as he talked to
her. Teri listened in disbelief to the bullshit soft sell about him being
in the movies and having been so attracted by her looks when he bumped into
her that he had followed her here and would like to record her doing her
kung-fu moves, that there might be opportunities for her...  And there she
was, on camera, drinking in the spiel like a complete blonde bimbo. 
Finally, he set the camera on the tripod and the girl started on her
exercise routine.

   The man then turned and looked at Teri.  Not at the girl dancing away in
the room, but directly at Teri herself, imprisoned in the reversed world.
"All bullshit, of course," he said.  "As I'm sure you know.  But it's my
insurance policy, should you decide to lodge a complaint later.  It will
show you happily consenting to my suggestions, it gives an unflattering
picture of you as a rather brainless young woman.  And I'm sure you
wouldn't want copies sent to friends or family.  Or plastered all over the
Internet." He smiled at her mirthlessly.  "So enjoy the show." Going back
over to the tripod, he adjusted it again and then called out across the
room.  "That's excellent, Theresa, you sure do move like an athlete.  I
like that in a woman, a bit of grace and elegance.  There's too many women
in this business whose only well practised move is an ungainly spread of
the legs.  You're great." Theresa-in-the-real-world thanked him for the
compliment and asked what she should do next.  Theresa-in-the-mirror was
getting very frightened now.  She screamed at him that he couldn't do this
- it was unfair, he should leave her alone, what was he going to do to her,
why had he picked on her...  He ignored her.  "Okay, let's see a little
more of your shape, girl." He gestured at her.  "Lose the tracksuit,
please, and we'll try some more in just your undies.  If you don't object."
No, she didn't object.  A minute later, she was repeating the kicks and
jumps but now wearing just her panties and halter, training shoes and
leg-warmers.

   He turned to Teri again.  "In answer to your questions: I picked you
because you were unlucky enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
And you're a very pretty young thing.  And you're one of the smallish
fraction of people who can be handled in this way." "It's not right.  You
can't do this.  It's...  kidnapping.  False imprisonment.  It's illegal. 
Must be." He shrugged his shoulders.  "I've been doing this for years,
blondie.  It may be unfair, but remember: nobody will believe you for a
minute.  Certainly not with what's on tape." She knew what he intended. 
"You're going to rape me, aren't you?" she blurted out.  "I'm going to fuck
you good ad proper," he agreed.  "Please," she pleaded.  "Don't.  Take my
purse, take the till money, the car...  whatever you want." He made a small
moue with his lips.  "Sorry, girl, but there's only one thing I want from
you."

   He turned away and walked over to the real-world Teri.  Or, as he called
her, Theresa.  The young woman didn't make the slightest move to resist as
he stood behind her nd began stroking her hair, kissing her neck, letting
his hands run up and down her bare arms, admiring their slender litheness
and light muscularity.  Teri herself could feel his touch too, feather
light and ghostlike, somewhere in the recesses of her mind.  She was losing
control now - she screamed at him, she hollered for help at the top of her
lungs, she ranted and raved.  But the man took no notice, now having turned
Theresa round to face him and advanced on her until she was pushed back
against the wallbars.  They were kissing now, with evident passion and
responsiveness on the girl's part.  She put her hands up high above her
head, grasping a convenient bar and leaving the whole of the front of her
torso undefended.  Teri could feel a dim echo of the sudden rush of
sensation in the young woman when he brushed his fingertips over her
nipples through the tight halter.  She couldn't watch.  She turned away,
still shouting furious invective at him.  Then she sat on the floor and
shut her eyes.  Tried to think of other things, tried to drive the invasive
presence from her mind.  But the shadow sensations of his tongue in her
mouth and his hands on her breasts kept on coming.  Sobbing softly, she
resigned herself to it.

   After a minute or two, he went back to the camera.  "You are one hot
little babe," he heard him say.  "I reckon you know what I want you to do
next.  And I even think you'll enjoy it." The pretty teenager walked back
to the middle of the room.  "Obvious.  You want sex.  You want me." "Well,
naturally - who wouldn't?  But I meant for the screen test.  An actress
can't have hang-ups - not unless her agent tells her to.  Topless, please."
Wordlessly, the girl crossed her arms in front of her and then peeled the
halter-top off upwards.  Teri was mortified okay, Tommy had obviously had a
good feel often enough, but since most of their sex had been in either his
car or hers in darkened parking lots...  and then her doppelgänger was
saying it for her, hands on hips and making no effort to cover herself,
small pale breasts on display, perfectly rounded and with the little red
nipples.  "That's the first time I've ever done that.  Shown my tits." He
laughed.  "You've got nothing there to be ashamed of.  Delightful." He
waved a hand expansively.  "And of course, I want to check whether you're a
natural blonde.  The punters love that." Mortified, Teri looked on as the
girl dropped her knickers down over her knees, over the leg-warmers and the
trainers and stepped out of them.  Between the slim hips and the long legs
was a neatly-trimmed vertical bar of light golden-brown curls.  "Will that
do?" she asked coquettishly.  "Perfect," he said, eyes running eagerly up
and down the naked torso.  Naked above the knees, anyway.  "Great, let's
have a little of you doing your aerobics like that.  What a sight for sore
eyes." Obediently, the girl danced and stretched as instructed.

   The man picked up his coffee again and turned back to Teri.  "According
to my texts, about twenty per cent of the population are susceptible," he
said calmly.  "I've found it rather less than that, personally, but it's
about right." He leered at her.  "One in five virgins, the book says. 
Actually, other young women can mostly be manipulated too, but the
technique seems genuinely to be disrupted by a history of sexual activity."
"Bullshit," she said angrily, flustered at the direction the conversation
was going.  "Why should you think I've never done it?  Lots of the boys
want me, they're queuing up.  I'm nearly eighteen!" The man looked up at
the teenager, now standing next to him practising some karate kicks.  "I
can always ask.  Theresa?" "Yes, Sir?" "You had your cherry popped yet,
girl?" "Done it a few times with Tommy, Sir." Obscurely triumphant at
having at least denied him the bonus of deflowering her, Teri smirked. 
Okay, it was always hurried and furtive - frantic late-night fumblings in
one car or the other that gave her no satisfaction other than her increased
emotional hold over her boyfriend.  But this bastard didn't need to know
that...  "But we're not very good at it yet," the teenage mirror-image
confessed.  "He always takes ages with the johnny and there's not enough
room in the cars and it's too dark to see properly and mostly he comes
before I'm even half ready.  Sometimes even before he's stuck it in."
Teri's heart sank as she heard this abominable creature with her own body
and voice casually giving vent to thoughts she barely dared voice even to
herself.  "He won't take any time to help me get turned on, and he thinks
going down on you is dirty.  And I don't think he knows where my clit is."
Teri blushed furiously in embarrassment, feeling reduced to about six
inches tall.  The man smiled widely and then looked mock-seriously into the
big green eyes.  "Well my dear, I have no such inhibitions and I am quite
an expert student of female anatomy.  Finish your exercise routine like a
good girl: business before pleasure, eh?" Theresa continued her
martial-arts moves with a robotic single-mindedness that Teri found
unnerving.  "so, not virgo intacta, at any rate," he said.  "Not quite the
'maiden of untouched honor' which the ancients describe but so few are,
these days.  Like I implied earlier though, with my somewhat more modern
techniques I can get a bead on pretty much any girl of relatively limited
experience.  And once the intellect, the ego, has been banished from the
mind along with its unwelcome cargo of petty inhibitions and hidebound
morality, what remains is very pliable and suggestible.  Just a little bit
of...  reshaping...  recoloring...  of the aura.  And as you can see, this
little minx here wants nothing so much as for me to fuck her brains out."
Teri tried to interrupt, not so much because she needed the psycho-babble
explanation as much to break his flow and try to catch him off his guard.
Trying to rebel hadn't been any use, and it was equally clear that nobody
was going to come and rescue her.  Maybe keeping him talking would work,
attempting to strike up some kind of relationship, getting him interested
in her as a person instead of just another potential plaything.  It seemed
to be working - he was happy to explain.  "As I said.  There is a nexus of
pathways in the aura to which my access is blocked by memories of such
activity.  The urge to reproduce is primal, very deep-seated in both men
and women.  My books don't have the latest terminology, but it seems as if
the authors were referring to an actual physical location in the brain as
the source of an aura - hippocampus or hypothalamus nowadays.  And
interference from neural pathways lying nearby can affect susceptibility in
various ways." He put his styrofoam coffee cup down carefully on the little
table.  "But I didn't come here to discuss the means with you.  Charming as
this social intercourse may be, what I had in mind was intercourse of a
more sexual nature." "Bastard." He beckoned the girl over, at which she
eagerly trotted across to undress him with quite unnecessary
lasciviousness.

   She tried to put him out of her mind again, but it was impossible.  The
bodily sensations could not be ignored as she felt fingertips and tongue
exploring her breasts.  Then down over her stomach and on...  even at a
distance, the intensity of desire as he probed and licked at her pussy
seemed to be in imminent danger of turning her body into an unresisting
mass, almost liquefied and melted with the warmth of sensation.  The moment
was near.  Teri found not watching was even worse on the nerves than being
an unwilling specatator.  She turned to look at the naked couple.  "Oh,
this is so good," she was saying to the Mirrorman as he bent her forward to
grab the wooden rail by the wall.  "Just so - deliciously naughty." She
wiggled her backside at him, smiling happily and looking at her face in the
mirror.  Another dislocation of reality, and Teri found herself in the same
position: hands on the rail, bent at the waist, tits hanging down.
Her own pretty green-eyed face smirked stupidly back at her.  "Tommy

reckons I've got a really cute ass," the girl called over he shoulder. 
"What do you reckon?" The naked man walked up behind her and then slapped
her playfully on the backside.  "Pretty tasty, Theresa, pretty tasty."
Teri's heart sank.  He wasn't only going to have her, he was going to take
her from behind.  Instead, he placed his left foot outside of hers and then
taking her right ankle in his right hand, lifted her leg up and round.  The
acquiescent young woman twisted her body round obediently, altering her
grip on the railing so that she was now looking up at him.  Her weight
partly on the one foot that was still on the ground, her arms locked
straight behind her taking the rest of her hundred and five pounds weight
on the rail as she let him push her right foot round in a wide arc until it
went over his head and rested on his left shoulder.  Teri felt a twinge of
pain in the tendons of her legs as her alter ego was forced to spread her
legs wider until she was all but doing the splits vertically.  Horrified,
she watched as the man contentedly placed his eager erection at the
entrance to the vagina of the girl opposite.  She could feel it probing at
the sweaty fleshy folds and then: he locked his wrists about the top of her
right thigh and began thrusting with his hips.  The young blonde on the
other side of the glass gasped with the initial pain and then began
squealing with delight as he sank himself into her.  Teri felt the warmth
spreading outwards from her groin, the delicious rush of anticipation
within her own body as the young woman on the other side of the divide drew
shudderingly closer to orgasm.  This was not right: her body was responding
to him, in ways which she did not want and would not accept and she would
fucking well kill him afterwards and like it too...  her fear and anger
suddenly meldd into something more primordial, an instinctive fury of
animal self-preservation.

   Then everything blurred and swam out of focus for a second.  She came
round again almost immediately, feeling her legs strained - the left ankle
and foot pinned by someone else's, the right uncomfortably strained and
held up high, the tendons between her thighs taut, her genitals being
roughly rubbed and probed and stretched like no frigging she'd ever given
herself before.  She could hear his voice, calm and collected.  "Your mind
rejected my control once you got angry enough," he said.  "Interesting -
probably means you've got a small measure of innate strength yourself,
rather than just being susceptible.  Doesn't usually happen quite so
quickly, but it makes no difference - I'm enjoying myself much too much to
stop!" A sly chuckle.

   She opened her eyes, to find herself looking down her splendid lithe
torso as normal, over the full breasts to the smooth flat stomach and the
tawny bush...  He saw her open her eyes, the moment he'd been waiting for.
She shuddered as she felt him thrust home vigorously, savagely.  Then he
was fucking her hard, driving in rhythmically as her young body - still
feeling the hormonal rush of adrenalin from the foreplay her id had so
gloriously enjoyed - responded whether she liked it or not.  He reached his
right hand down and round from her thigh to find the clitoris, rubbing
softly with his thumb until she was panting frantically and reaching an
unwelcome climax of her own just as he came hugely, deep inside her.

   He stayed inside her afterwards, fondling her breasts and her pubic
bush. Terri lay back (or stood - depending on how you described her still
inelegantly spreadeagled pose) and cried, shivering at the feel of his
strong fingers on her nipples and no longer stimulated, now sickened
rather, by the warm hardness of his cock lodged uncompromisingly inside
her. "You, young lady, are a superb fuck.  That was really satisfying. 
Pity I can't control you again - I could have had a great deal of pleasure
at your expense." He withdrew.  "Still, it was nice knowing you."

   He let her slump to the floor and then calmly dressed himself again
before switching off the little video camera and pocketing it somewhere in
his voluminous rucksack.  "Don't forget me," he said, mockingly blowing her
a kiss from the doorway.  And then he was gone.

   Teri sat on the floor, naked and cold, still in a state of shock.  She
drew her knees up to her chest and hugged them tightly, rocked herself
quietly.  He was gone.  She was sore...  but safe.  Mentally and physically
resilient enough to recover, she knew.  But no, one thing was for sure: she
would certainly never forget him.

  
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