Bridget wandered away from the main theater to the back stage rooms. Only softly glowing buzzing lights allowed her to see where she was going, but she knew the way well enough without them. Theaters were generally built the same and this one was no exception in its boring, stereotypical design. Architecture had been one of her interests since she was a little girl and the idea of designing and building her own house still tempted her.

On the other hand, it would be disadvantageous to her line of work if she settled down.

Stepping through the halls, she kept one hand just barely touching a wall to count the doorways. When she got to the third she quickly opened it and stepped through, flipping on the lights. The strangest thing was in front of her though ? for a second she thought it was her sister, but as she looked around the mirror image followed her movements.

"I don't recall a mirror being here..." She raised one of her eyebrows and the image did the same. It looked so odd though, when you look at a mirror you normally know that you're looking at a mirror. This seemed much different, it didn't quite feel right. Something about it was definitely off.

Shrugging her shoulders she stepped closer to it. The mirror wasn't reflecting anything but her and that just made her more curious. Cautiously, she reached out and touched where she thought the mirror should be, her mirror image of course following her every movement. It was warm, it felt like she was touching fingers.

"Wha-what the hell?" Bridget stepped back suddenly. She looked at her mirror a little harder, trying to see if this was just an elaborate joke. The reflection's left hand started to rise and Bridget realized her right hand was mimicking the movement precisely. "No way..." She tried to struggle and to move, but her body was firmly rooted in place.

"So blissfully unaware..." The mirror image spoke in Bridget's voice. "They always are... So here is where the fun begins, but I'll at the very least introduce myself. I'm Helena, also known as Mirrorionette." Helena smiled and Bridget was forced to do the same.

Bridget however was holding in laughter. Her face slowly turned red and she snorted through her nose a couple of times. In response, Helena's face turned red but her expression soured. "Enough!" A small explosion of light flashed between Bridget and Helena. They both stiffened up and the red vanished from their faces. "Much better..." They both purred in unison,

"What's..." They seemed to struggle a bit as their hands worked at their jeans, unbuttoning them but not taking them off. A hand slid down each of their stomachs, slowly and teasingly reaching for their crotch. Delicate hands slid under panties, rubbing just lightly along slits.

"Mmmm... your skin is smooth..." Reveling in delight, they pushed a finger into their slits, whimpering just slightly. "And your voice is so lusty... A body like this is meant to be fucked, don't you agree?"

Answering each others question, they both nodded as they sank to the floor. Their hands went faster, prodding deeper inside. They both started to pant, moan, and squirm on the floor, rolling closer together. "No one would blame you if all you did was fuck. In fact, they would be thankful you didn't concern yourself with anything else. Wouldn't that be nice?"

There was another flash between them as they nodded vigorously.

"Just have to be an obedient little slave. A mirror in your mind that shows your true self. Just a mindless slut." Between gasps and moans they continued to speak in unison, never seeming mismatched for a second. "Gonna cum just thinking about it aren't you?"

They both moaned and squirmed on the floor more, edging ever closer together. Their heads tilted towards each other and they looked each other in the eyes. Moans erupted from their mouths as toes clenched inside shoes.

Bridget couldn't control her hand no matter how much she tried. Her body wouldn't respond at all as the two writhed on the floor. Her fingers reached deeper in, her tongue hung from her mouth as her back arched against the floor. As one hand played inside her panties, her other gripped the carpet floor as hard as it could. She couldn't focus anymore, and the cloudy eyes staring back into hers showed her that.

Her hips started to buck and she could feel her energy being sapped, her resolve fading. Kicking the shoes off her feet, she even gripped the carpet with her socked toes. It wasn't like masturbating in front of a mirror, it was like being the mirror herself. As she desperately tried to squirm out of her pants, Bridget started to tremble.

Blood rushed through her body and her heart beat a hundred miles a minute, her neck craned and she gave a long drawn out moan. Her fingers delved deeper and her thumb rubbed at her engorged clit. It was becoming too much, Bridget couldn't think of anything besides the greedy desire to burst, to attain physical bliss.

They both drew in a sharp gasp of air as their eyes went wide and every muscle in their body clenched. Their backs arched so greatly that they popped. For a few seconds they could only manage shallow breaths as their fingers continued to stroke lightly and the carpet was allowed a reprieve.

The two shivered as they rolled over to face each other, eyes still wide as afterglow clouded their minds. As their eyes began to focus though, Bridget didn't see herself anymore, she saw someone else. Whoever it was had to be responsible, she gripped that in an instant. All she had to do was act first.

By instinct she parted her lips and whispered just audibly. "Feels good... just wanna keep goin'..." They both kept working at their now soaked muff. "Gotta keep goin' no matter what..." This time only Helena moaned and seemed to become more enthusiastic in her frigging.

Another flash and the illusion started morph and fade. Bridget suddenly rolled over on top of the girl, but made sure not to stop her from masturbating. "Yeah, show me who ya are... Ya always wanted to be treated like this didn't ya?"

The illusion faded completely, leaving an ash brown haired woman on her back working herself as vigorously as she could. She was about as average looking as a girl could get. Nothing about her frame, build, or height really stood out at all. Everyone could find something in her that resembled them, except her eyes. They were completely reflective, like a mirror.

"Kinda a cutie aren't ya?" Bridget smiled down at Helena. She hadn't raised her voice above a whisper even as Helena squirmed under her. "Tell me now, when ya masturbate yerself to sleep do ya imagine turning women into slaves or do ya imagine being turned into a slave yerself huh?" Bridget prodded her a bit. "I know the answer, but I wanna hear it out of yer mouth."

Poor girl couldn't do anything but moan as her fingers gave her delightful release. "Seen so many women fall... had to be them while they fell..." She couldn't help herself but mewl as Bridget teased her cheek with a finger. "Always felt soooo good..."

Satisfied, Bridget's smile grew brighter. "Is that so? Well then hun, I got a treat for ya. Instead of havin' your ass locked up in prison, I think I'll keep it for myself..." Helena's eyes closed and she started breathing deeply. "...not really, it's a bit too much work, but at least I can give ya nice dreams before ya go to prison, right?"

Almost seeming a little sad, Bridget got off of the girl and buttoned up her jeans. "Damn girl got my jeans soaked and I'm nice to her? Bah, sometimes I'm just too nice." She shrugged and gathered her stage outfit before walking out of the room and back into the halls.

Only then did the magnitude of the situation strike her. "Oh shit! Lynn and Charlotte!" Bridget tore down the hallway in her sudden search.

While walking out of the bathroom, Charlotte saw a flower tied on a string hanging from the ceiling. She hadn't seen it on her way in, but it was a vibrant looking white flower. The air seemed thick with a very sweet scent and it was impossible to not take the flower between her fingers and give it a sniff.

The smell made her knees wobble and a grin spread across her face. It was strong enough to feel really good, but not so over powering that it made her pull away. Her nose stayed buried in the flower and her eyes lidded in bliss. It was intoxicating.

Charlotte wasn't sure how long she stayed smelling that flower, but something went off in her head and she took it away from her nose. Quickly she looked around to notice flowers all around her in countless colors, shapes, sizes, and scents. That was simply over powering for her. Her mind began to fuzz from all the smells and she could feel a desire to leave, but her body wasn't responding. She slowly sunk to her knees and her eyes lidded further as more and more smells permeated the air. It was like being in a dream meadow. Nothing in reality could smell this nice.

Her vision started to become blurry and fuzzed, but she could still make out of the colors of the flowers. As she turned her head, the effect of the blur with the colors made her head spin. Something seemed different as she moved her head from side to side, but she just couldn't put her finger on it. Though... there was no way it was as important as sitting there, bathed in that scent and those beautiful bright colors.

After what felt like an eternity she heard footsteps approaching. Groggily, she swung her head over to be greeted by a blurry sight with very bright colors.

At the top was vivid carnation that hung down a bit, under that were two shimmering daises, slightly under those circles was what looked like a curved piece of ivy. Brilliant dazzling white seemed to cover the majority of the rest of the figure - it reminded Charlotte of the first flower she had sniffed.

As the blurry figure came closer, there was an even more over powering smell of flowers and potpourri. A heavenly scent that made Charlotte mewl and whimper as she scratched her nose lightly. The figure leaned down and held her arms out wide, inviting Charlotte much closer. She didn't need any other suggestion and buried her head into the figure's skin.

She learned the smell was coming from the skin, and having her nose pressed against it made it much more consuming. Pulling away was impossible; she had to nuzzle into the skin, get that scent into her nose so it would never come out. Any thoughts of anything else were simply unimportant, unneeded, and useless. This was here and it smelled absolutely divine.

Arms wrapped around her and she felt someone nibbling on her ear. The nibble stopped as a sultry voice whispered into her ear. "That's a good girl, just smell the flowers and relax. All your worries will be washed away, all the pain you've experienced will soon be gone." The voice was so caring and sweet it made Charlotte shiver. "Soon you'll be just like one of these flowers, all you'll have to do is look pretty and smell sweet, never having to worry about anything again. You would like that, wouldn't you?"

Charlotte quivered as she nodded. Right now that was the only thing she wanted.

"Such a good little flower girl..." The voice seemed to hang in Charlotte's mind and she felt pressure build behind her forehead. Two gentle fingers touched her brow and slowly began to draw something out. The pressure increased as the fingers pulled something out from her head. Charlotte wanted to start panicking, she didn't know there was something stuck in her head, but the scent in the air kept her calm.

Finally, whatever it was came out with a small pop and Charlotte felt light headed and relieved. A voice purred contentedly, "Lets see what blooms from your most precious dreams." The curved green line seemed to broaden and curve more.

"You should smell it..." A very dark purple flower was pressed into her nose and she squirmed as she sniffed it. It smelled like pure sex and arousal and Charlotte almost orgasmed from that smell alone.

There was a soft laugh as Charlotte squirmed and smelled deeper. "Little flower girl, have you ever let yourself taste the petal of a flower?" The flower was pulled away from Charlotte's nose, who whimpered at being robbed of the scent. "Let me help you." For some reason, Charlotte's mouth opened and she stuck her tongue out. A purple petal was softly placed on it and as she took the petal into her mouth and chewed she moaned.

It was like ambrosia.

She greedily ate the petal, but savored every last taste from it. It was beyond her comprehension how anything could taste that good. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth again and after a small chuckle another petal was placed on it.

It tasted better and she moaned louder as she began to rub her legs together. Her tongue came out of her mouth and she waited. There were some odd sounds that she couldn't really make out, a thud, and then nothing.

Charlotte waited, her tongue stretched and waiting for that next petal. She whimpered, hoping it would come faster, but there was still nothing. The smell began to fade though and she pouted at again being robbed of a wonderful scent. Her vision began to clear up and she noticed someone hurling the brightly colored flowers in every direction.

It wasn't much longer until she felt a familiar pair of lips to her ears and a jolt to her mind. "Wake up ya idiot."

Charlotte snapped to attention and looked around, noticing a charming young woman unconscious on the floor and what must have been hundreds of flowers tossed around. "What... what happened?"

"This bitch had ya, I think. I dunno, didn't really get to ask." Bridget said as she tossed a lamp to the side. She seemed fine, but the wet spot on her pants and the smell of arousal coming off her made Charlotte a little nervous. "One came after me to, was kinda weird, but I got rid of her."

"...then what about Lynn?" Bridget froze up as she realized she had wasted valuable time.

Unluckily for them, and me, Samba had long gotten away. I bet if I had been their triplet...