SVAD and I had a plan to get the entirety of this story out by Halloween, and as usual, I have overestimated our abilities and timing. But I do plan to have this story finished by the end of the year, and since its not specifically taking place at Halloween, I hope you can forgive me. If not... I don't know what to tell you... thanks for coming. Now, while this chapter is mostly SFW (for me at least), the rest will be much more like my usual works, content-wise. I hope you enjoy.
The first rays of sunlight shine through the blinds of Tori's room, crossing over her arm and warming it, slowly waking her up on the Saturday morning. Her breathing slowly picked up. Tori smiles as she rolls over, listening out for any and all sounds that could fill the house with her parents or sister still around but there was nothing but perfect silence in solitude.
Being by herself was a pretty big part of the day as she had Jade coming over in a bit, and while there was some class stuff to go through, it was pretty far down the priority line for the girls, ready to celebrate their two month anniversary in a big way.
Figuring she still had a little time before she had to get up and get ready, she turned over to see the picture she had taken with the two of her loves. Freddie had his lips against the side of her head with a sweet kiss while, out of frame, his hand cupped her ass, never letting her forget she was his. Jade had her eyes closed on the other side of her, her face partially hidden as she kissed on the tan girl's shoulder. Likewise, out of frame, her hand rested below Tori's stomach, fingers on her tummy, while two of them snuck into her waistband.
The picture represented her relationship with the two of them. She was the secret ingredient to what the two of them publicly shared, which was sometimes troublesome, but as the picture showed, behind the scenes, outside of the eye of the world, she was loved and adored and neither Jade nor Freddie would ever let her forget it.
The Latina rolled out of bed and headed straight for the bathroom to get all cleaned up and fresh for her lover. Even if she had a couple hours before Jade would arrive, it still felt like not enough time to get showered, shaved, clothed, and 'prepped' for the lovemaking that would hopefully carry them through the whole house and whole weekend.
After nearly a half hour, Tori returned from her bathroom, hairless from the neck down, but a new feeling, a throbbing, deep in her core, had awoken at the image of Jade's delicate fingers dragging over her bare mound and the aspiring pop star was afraid she might explode the moment the goth arrived.
Deciding to hold off on any kind of relief, knowing it would make it even better once it did arrive, Tori headed for her closet, sliding clothes over to the side until she reached the very edge, where she had hidden the special surprise for just such an occasion. She couldn't help but fire off a teasing text to her incoming lover.
-I have such a surprise for you…
Jade, probably taking a cue from Freddie, seemed to get a lot of enjoyment of her playing innocent, and making every encounter about 'breaking' that virtue, turning her naughty and bringing out her 'Hellcat' as Freddie called it. They all knew that her 'purity' was long gone, but they treated her like an angel, and especially Jade, partaking in her body in such a way she doubted she could ever go back to being the 'virginal good girl' her parents still bought her as.
Which was what made this outfit so much more enjoyable. She slipped on her thong and pushup bra, the only 'naughty' pieces of the outfit, but as they were soon to be hidden, she didn't worry too much about breaking the 'image'. She pulled on the white dress, careful to button it all the way up before wrapping the pre-tied (thank God) blue tie over her collar and adjusting it to the right fit. She clipped the blue Tartan skirt over the shirt, the material ending nearly eight inches above her knee, offering anyone a peek if she were to bend more than a few degrees. The long thigh highs followed up her hairless legs, ending at the very edge of the skirt, and so tight, they almost looked painted on. The past piece were the Mary Janes, and in an instant, her outfit was ready for her lover to tear off.
While the innocent schoolgirl motif was more Freddie's thing, it didn't hurt that Jade loved tight clothing on her tanned body, and this image would certainly get the pale girl's attention. But there was one thing missing to make it perfect.
Walking back into the bathroom for another look, she slipped some glimmering strawberry gloss over her lips, adding to the aesthetic. Tori looked at her hair, and put it up in a ponytail, but it just didn't seem like the right kind of fit. But just wearing it down like always felt uninspired. As she moved and twisted, an idea hit that was perfect- braided pigtails.
It took nearly ten minutes but one look in the bathroom mirror was all the proof she needed that this was just the right fit for her. She exuded innocence and the sexual pull of a stripper- a fine line she would happily straddle for the love, and lust, of her partner.
"Finally…" Tori smiled as she walked with a bit of bounce in her step, feeling sexy in her fairly 'innocent' outfit, knowing it would certainly catch Jade's attention while pushing all the right buttons with Freddie, though she considered adding a couple more flourishes for that meeting when it came. As she was heading out of her room, she thought she glimpsed something from the corner of her eye, causing her to pause. She glanced to a corner of her room to an old, intricately wooden framed mirror. "What?"
She didn't originally recognize the clearly antique mirror at first as it wasn't something she would have ever purchased for her room, instantly recalling that her mother recently got it from an old estate sale across town. The truth was, it creeped her out a little, but that was true of most mirrors when she stared at them long enough; messing with her head, and just looking for stuff that looks out of place.
As her eyes glanced over the mirror, recalling that tidbit of information, she realized that something truly was wrong. Tori blinked and took a closer look to realize that it wasn't reflecting her room, but someone else's dark and dingy room. Even more unnerving was that the figure moving toward the glass at the same pace she was, wasn't her either.
Well, the figure wasn't not her either… in the loosest of senses… as Tori looked on, stunned into silence at the image standing in front of her. It was like… she saw herself, but at the same time, she didn't. It wasn't like the Shelby Marx comparisons that people always made, where muscle tone and voice were the major difference. The image was a complete warped image of her wholesome, girl-next-door image. Her reflection had her hair in braids as well over her chest, but her hair was jet black with a combination of purple and pink streaks interwoven in the braids. Her eyes trailed down to the reflection's face, seeing that she wore plenty of light makeup, purple eye shadow, and mascara that made her brown eyes pop out in comparison to the fairly dark surroundings.
Her eyes turned to focus on the center of the figure's face, seeing that she wore a nose stud and lips practically painted with black lipstick. The figure licked her lips, revealing that she also had a stud through her tongue that certainly caught Tori off guard, especially with how it the wet pinkness contrasted with the silver barbell and black lips. Tori's eyes traveled further down the figure to her neck, easily eyeing the leather dog collar around her neck with a ring that could easily be used to attach a leash, but with a tag. A second later, trying to work the letters backwards, she went wide eyed as it read 'Daddy's Girl'.
However, what really caught her eyes after that was the figure was wearing a black mesh short sleeve shirt with fishnet sleeves with leather straps at the ends of the sleeve of the shirt that ended with fingerless gloves. What was most eye catching with the combination was that she wore nothing underneath it to cover her breasts. She clearly could see the reflection's tanned breasts topped with the expected chocolate chip colored buds, but were each pierced with nickel-sized ring-piercings.
'Supporting' her chest was a black and red leather corset that was tied up in the front with garter belt suspenders going down the sides of her thighs to leather straps around them that served as the tops for a pair of fishnet leggings. The leggings disappeared into a pair of matching red and black boots that came to just above the knees.
As if her eyes could have ever missed the detail, as they traveled down the figure's form, but under the hem of the corset, there was nothing… absolutely nothing, which allowed a clear, unobstructed view of her clean shaven mound with a clearly visible piercing of her love button and a small tattoo over her pubic mound, but she couldn't make out what is said in the poorly lit backwards room.
"W-w-what…" Tori murmured, beyond stunned at the 'dark' and 'twisted' reflection of herself, so much so that it takes her several moments to realize the figure is moving on her own by cupping one breast in her hand and teasing the pierced nipple. The other had slid down between her legs after the initial viewing of her flower and the digits slowly caressed it, sliding them over her nether lips.
"So…" The warped, dark reflection of Tori turned a smile to her and finally verbally acknowledge her, "Are you just going to stand there and watch?" She flicks and eyebrow up and asked, "Or are you into that sort of thing?"
"I…" Tori shakes her head, blinking several times then finally stutters out, "Ah… ah, what the chizz? What's going on?! Who are you?!"
"You're kidding, right? Do you really not recognize me?" The darker version of Tori laughs again, continuing to gently stroke over her center, her fingertips started to gain a light coating of her arousal while the other hand gently massages her breast through the mesh top. She teasingly answered with a smirk, "I'm you… well, who you would be if you let all those dirty, innermost desires come out and play… all those secret wants you've had for so long… if you truly gave in and became your desire… we'd be the same… So, as your secret self… you can just call me Victoria…"
"But that's my…" Tori's expression of utter shock gave way to confusion, having a hard time comprehending what she was hearing or seeing. "I mean… how is-"
"You know what?" The dark reflection calling herself Victoria suppressed a smirk at seeing her double's expression. She pulled her hand away from her breast and offered it to Tori, pressing it against the glass. She sweetly suggested, teasing with every syllable, "I think it would be better if I just showed you…"
"Oh… ok…" Tori against her better judgment, she instinctively reached out to the mirror's surface. She pressed her palm over Victoria's palm, the thin piece of glass separating them for only a moment until she could feel the warm touch of the other teen's hand. "Oh wow…"
"Yeah… I'm really here…" In that moment, Victoria laced her fingers with Tori's fingers then gently pulled her hand. Her hand passed through the glass as if she was sticking it in water and she was so shocked, she didn't try to catch herself as Victoria pulled her completely through the liquefied mirror. She initially stumbled, her toes tripping over the bottom edge of the frame of the mirror, but Victoria caught her and steadied her onto her feet. "Careful now… you break this mirror, that's the end… no way back."
"Ohmygod…" Tori straightened herself, grabbing Victoria's forearms to steady herself then let go, frantically glancing around to see where she had ended up, the shock of the experience clearly on her face. Her eyes gazed over the room, taking every inch of the dark twisted reflection of her own. On the walls instead of cheerful, lighthearted pictures, she saw posters of hard rock bands or what she assumed were rock bands as she didn't recognize some of the names. For every Disturbed, Breaking Benjamin, and Metallica, there was a Cannibal Corpse, Ghost, and Five Finger Death Punch, whatever that was. "Certainly have different musical influences…"
"Because my taste isn't shit…"
"Yeah… I… I guess to each… ah… her own…" Her eyes trailed over to the center of the room where a large bed that was covered in black curtains to keep the sunlight out, but she noticed through an entering slip that it was a mess of black and red tangled silk sheets. Her eyes trailed over from it after being mesmerized by it to a pile of mostly dark clothing, but what stood out was two objects next to them: two dildos. One was black, thin and about the length of the toy she remembered Cat and Sam shared back when they dated, but the other one, despite being dark red, was clearly a familiar size and shape, hard not to recognize as belonging to Freddie. She passed her eyes over a third item, one she wasn't quite sure how to identify: it was dark purple with a jewel on the flat bottom that tapered to a thin rod but then was topped off with an inch and a half thick rounded top. She thought it almost looked like a cartoonish plastic tree and it vaguely reminded her of the silver toy that Jade had used to prepare herself with Freddie.
"Oh shit… that's a… ahem… ah…"
"A butt plug… yes. You're clearly very observant…" the alternate mirror 'girl' huffed with a faint grin that almost reminded Tori of the way Jade used to look at her before she delivered some kind of torture. "I don't have to show you how to use it, right?"
"No… that's... ah… not necessary…" Her eyes trailed back to the mirror as she blushed at seeing the items and felt the instinctive urge to try to run back through it, but another part stopped her: her curiosity. Was this really who she was, free of inhibitions, all dark and pierced and… all those other things about 'Victoria' she couldn't quite wrap her mind around. "I think I'm just… just not sure what to think or say here…"
"I figured as much… putting things into words was never your strong suit…" Victoria almost sneered as she moved some of the toys into a nearby drawer, and if Tori wasn't so thrown by the lack of light, she could swear there was a gun mixed with the sex toys. The 'host' turned her attention back to her guest and finished her thought. "Always worried about saying the wrong thing at the wrong time… never saying what you really want…"
"I… I guess…" She continued to glance around at her surroundings, seeing next to the mirror were two tripods of different sizes for presumably different sized cameras. She finally noticed that a television further to the right was playing then realized it was porn. There was a buzz when she walked in but had no idea what it could be as her senses were being overloaded by the sights, then the sounds, and she feared what might hit her next as she looked a few seconds longer than being polite in such a circumstance before her eyes trailed over to a huge bookcase stand filled with movies. Maybe some things weren't different after all. While some of the movies she recognized, the Latina noticed that several had homemade labels and what really drew her attention and shocked her even further was that more than a few had her and Freddie's names on them. "So… you and your Freddie-"
"Frederick. Don't call him that… that pussy's name!" Victoria nearly screamed at her, causing the innocent looking teen to wince in slight fear. "Frederick and I are… together… yes. And those are ours… directed and produced and performed by us…"
"Oh… well… I'm sure they are… something…" She blushed as her mind painted a picture of all the possibilities that could have been recorded of their encounters, least long this dark reflection of her and his counterpart. She let her eyes travel further to the dresser on one side of the room, noticing a large box sitting on it. The lid was off of it, revealing it contained all sorts of items that included blindfolds, rope, a ball gag, a few pairs of cuffs, and a couple whip-like toys. She swallowed down her nervousness as she knew from experience Jade possessed a number of similar items and they just fueled more of her imagination since seeing the homemade video labels. She uncomfortably shifted from one foot to the other as she felt her temperature rising, especially between her legs.
Tori quickly looked away towards her right, almost completely spinning in place and seeing the door leading out of the room, shut and with a poster on it. The poster was that of a scantily clad woman on her knees, bound and blindfolded that looked similar to herself. She had a man's thumb in her mouth with the words printed in cursive above her head.
"'I am a submissive.'" Tori recited the words aloud as if they would make more sense as she sounded out each part. "I am owned. I kneel and I am adored. I am punished and I am guided. I am a slut and I am a whore. I know the most important thing I am: I am His.'"
"My recitation for him… every day…" Victoria whispered behind her. It should have made Tori jump or scream in fright but she was just enthralled with the poster and what it conveyed. "Like the model on there too…"
"I thought… I thought it was me… or you… or us…" The brunette stuttered as she processed the words, the image of the completely submissive woman completely dominating her vision and her mind for the moment. She took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself and regain her wits as she continued to get aroused, but those breaths weren't helping. Which was when she noticed the smell at last.
It wasn't anything bad… or unfamiliar when she thought about it, and cursed herself for not realizing why else she was feeling stimulated and not just from all the alluring and terrifying imagery It had taken a few moments, but maybe the poster was the trigger for her taking it all in. It was her scent. Her arousal. Her scent when she came and covered sheets. The smell of Freddie's musk, but with a stronger smell of sweat. There wasn't a question of what went down in this room and what was likely on all those tapes, and while she already knew it, she wasn't sure if she wanted so much evidence to prove it.
Tori was going to comment when she was hit with another smell on top of it all. She took a few more breaths and realized that it was smell of pot, the scent familiar from some of the burnouts at her previous school. She realized the scent made sense as a lamp she just wrote off and didn't acknowledge as she was bombarded with all the other sights turned out to be a bong. A bong that Victoria was firing up and taking a good long hit off of.
"Okay… Okay… I have to know…" Tori started, staring her doppelganger down and trying to process all of this at once. "If you're me… how… how in the world can your room be like this? Dad would… would ship you off to a convent if he saw any of… the posters or the… toys or… this bong thing… and that's assuming he just wouldn't throw you in a cell to scare you straight."
"Don't you mean mom? Assuming she still cared?" Victoria let out a long breath, and shook her head with a knowing grin, as if she was in on some joke that Tori was purposely being left out of. "I don't give a flying fuck what they think. They just constantly compare me to Trina."
"Shouldn't that be a good thing?" Tori stared back at Victoria, trying to process the idea that Trina might be the same here, so maybe there was some sense of normalcy, but the 'punk' analogue just shook her head. "How could that make sense?"
"Because that stuck up bitch has to ruin everything…" Victoria almost growled, locking eyes with her 'double.' "I can't fucking deal with the fawning over graduating from CalTech with two goddamn degrees before she was even 16. She's won as many awards as I've had arrests. No wonder they kicked me out…"
"What?" Tori was visibly shaken, her eyes looking like they might pop any second. "I don't understand…"
"Those. Assholes. Kicked. Me. The fuck. Out, so…" Her scowl slowly grew into a smirk as she spoke, reaching for the biggest dildo, "…I moved in here… with Frederick. His rich-ass dad just hands him cash like it's fucking candy. No rules. No expectations. And a never ending supply of weed, liquor, and of course, dick."
"Ohmygod…" a slow terror started to fully grow over her and the idea that such a place would exist and that any form of her would stay here and do these things just made her squirm. She desperately breathed out, hoping for any excuse to get her out of the current situation despite the fact that it wasn't true. "I'm going to be late for school—you'll be late for school too and-"
"Why… the fuck… would I go to some dumbass school when my parents aren't even interested in making me?" Victoria asked, and for a split second, Tori wanted to just laugh at how silly the concept was, but this felt serious and nothing seemed right. "I never wanted to go there anyway. And neither do you… because you have today off…"
"Where's Jade?" the confused and frustrated brunette almost barked, changing the subject as her legs feeling wobbly and wondering if she was dealing with a contact high, though she'd always heard that was a myth. "I can't believe… she'd let you become something like this…"
"Let me?" Her warped reflection laughed with a glint in her eyes of truly being amused at the question, causing Tori to slightly frown and turned quite an annoyed glance in her direction. She recovered from her laugh, but still mockingly laughed, "Jade? Why would Jade of all the people care? What would a perfect, nice girl like her have anything to do with me? She hasn't been part of my life for a long time. And even when she was, she was such a sycophantic suck up… I just couldn't…"
"Jesus…" Tori muttered out as she looked the scene over once more, feeling her stomach twisting into knots, knowing not one piece of this world made any sense to her. Jade may not have been a part of her life, but Freddie… or some version of him… was. And he wasn't just allowing this behavior, but encouraging it. "This world is… I can't even begin to process…"
"Far cry from the perfect little sweet life you have, isn't it?" Victoria waved all around the room as if her hands were setting the scene. She nodded her head towards the door, sweetly smiling at Tori before pointing to one of the posters, and walking behind her 'good' twin. "There is something I want to show you though… look at that 2016 Tour list."
"Not sure how much I will be impressed by… I've never heard of most of these bands," Tori shrugged as she tried to read the smaller print in the darkened room. "You might need a light for me to read this. Greta Van Fleet… The Deftones… Atreyu? Is that like the Never Ending Story kid?"
"Never heard of it. But I bet there's some familiar ones…" Victoria said and there was something about her tone that just set Tori on edge, like the rattle of a snake before it lunges and bites. It was strange how this version of her could have such a submissive leaning when she came off as a real predator in how she presented herself. Tori was going to ask about it, when the rebellious rock chick headed her off. "For example, I'm sure you've heard of God…SMACK!"
With the word, Tori felt the world go in slow motion, a sudden and searing pain in the side of her head, glass shattering, as pieces of the lamp/bong fell around her as she too fell to her knees, eyes watering and burning from the sudden and unexpected attack. She couldn't even speak, but she could still see… which made it so much worse.
"Make yourself comfortable…" Victoria called out with a smile on her face, thought it sounded like she was underwater. "I'll be back… probably…"
"N-n-nooo…" Tori pushed herself onto her hands and knees and began crawling to the mirror to give a slow chase to her counterpart. Victoria knocked over one of the tripods, but made it through the shimmering 'window' to her bedroom back home. "Y-you can't… I…"
But Victoria could… and she did. Once Tori reached the mirror and placed her right hand onto the surface to try to go back through, she found that it was solid.
"No!" the tanned beauty stood up, using the mirror for balance, hoping that she'd just fall through, but she did little more than tilt it slightly.
"Careful…" Victoria clicked her tongue as she reminded her with a smirk, "I wouldn't push too hard or you might break it… and there wouldn't be any way for you to get back here… should I ever choose to go back, that is…"
"You can't… that's my… my room!" Tori snorted out, furious at her double, but was impotent to do anything but listen to her comments. "Jade's coming over and she will know-"
"What's more likely… that some mirror version of you lured you into her world, tricked you, and replaced you…" Victoria was practically beaming as she looked around the clean, regular room, "…or that desperate little Tori went over the top and made some changes to get her girlfriend to see her differently?"
"No… Jade will…" Tori began, almost slamming her fist against the hardened glass, but stopping just short as the emotion overwhelmed her. "She has to…"
"Look… I'm gonna come back… I just need a little vacation…" the punk version ran her hands over the bed, clearly imagining what kind of debauchery could be brought to the near-pristine sheets. "And then there's the chance to fuck Jadelyn West… Mmhhhmmm… that is just too good of a chance to pass up."
"You…" The brunette's eyes went wide then turned dark with further anger, feeling the deep possessive streak she had developed for Jade. "You fucking bitch!"
"Oh don't be that way. Just relax and watch a movie or something or whatever you want to do to kill some time…" she sweetly added, contemplating if she was even going to come back. She continued, hoping to further distract her 'innocent' counterpart, giggling, but it was a dark, twisted sound with a matching devious look in her eyes. "Hey, you can even watch me while I do Jade. It should be one hot show. Riding that pale face… dovefucking the shit out of those big tits… and just going to town on that pussy… It has to be good for perfect Tori to break bad for it…"
"I will not let you get away with this…" Tori spit out in disgust at the idea that her dark reflection would even touch her girl and was about to unleash a verbal fury when her buttons had been pushed one to many times, but Victoria interrupted her with an underlining tenor of venom.
"But…" her dark brown eyes narrowed, staring right into Tori's desperate and pained ones, "don't you dare… fuck my Frederick… because he's mine and some boring cardboard cutout cunt version of me isn't good enough for him…"
"Your… he…" Tori's eyes went wide at what she thought was initially absurd, somehow not fathoming that the other Freddie could be coming around this. It felt like its own little pocket universe in the room. Before she could answer, there was a knock on the front door downstairs. Victoria passed her on last glanced and muttered.
"I wonder who that could be…"
Short, I know, but I think this will set the stage for what is coming with the story, though you might be able to guess where the story is going from here, but I hope the journey is worth it. This story probably has 6 chapters so if we can get the next three in before Halloween, I will feel great. I know this was different, but I hope everyone still liked it. Cannot wait to hear your thoughts and feelings on this one so throw some feedback my way and I hope to be back in a few days. As always, thanks for reading.