She had been watching Faith all night, even following from club to club. She would have thought her stalker was a creep, but when they exchanged glances across the clubs, Faith could just feel herself melting. She had to meet with the woman, but every time she got close, the woman was gone only to resurface later.

She left the latest bar and put her jacket on over her tank top. Her legs were still exposed to the night air, and the skirt she wore didn’t offer much protection from it. She walked a few blocks along the sidewalk, trying her hardest not to look behind her. She knew the woman was still following her – she prayed that she was.

An idea sprang to her head, and she turned into an alley. She only stepped a little way down it before stopping and turning around. “Hey beautiful, like what you see?”

The woman in leather had followed her, of course. Faith met her eyes, a bit surprised at how catlike they were. The strange pink glow in her eyes led Faith to believe they were some sort of contacts to help with night vision.

“Very much so,” the woman purred. Her thigh high leather heels clacked against the ground with each step. The pure black corset that fell into a skirt almost made it look like she was part of the shadows. Only her creamy white skin, bathed in moonlight, proved her existence.

“You don’t seem like the shy type, so why didn’t you approach me in one of the clubs,” Faith asked.

The woman walked close enough to grab her before she spoke. “I wanted to have some fun, but I just knew we wouldn’t be able to keep our hands off each other after we met.” She grinned, revealing two sharp looking canines.

“Do you think I’m easy or slutty or something?” She took a step closer to the woman, almost touching her now.

“Not particularly.” The woman wrapped her arms around Faith. She licked her own lips, pausing as she passed her canines. “I just know that I have a certain effect on women.”

“Ah, well, I am slutty and easy anyways.” Faith stood on her tip toes to nibble on the woman’s ear. “What’s your name anyways, beautiful?”

“Carmilla,” the woman said as she leaned down to kiss Faith’s neck. She purred, making Faith giggle.

“That’s a pretty name.”

Carmilla licked Faith’s neck before she sunk her fangs in. Faith’s eyes opened wide. She trembled in Carmilla’s arms as her mind started to fade away. Her vision warped – the alley stretched on forever in front of her.

Carmilla pulled Faith off her. “Meow. This is quite the treat.” She licked her lips. “You’ll be a great thrall, isn’t that the best thing ever?”

Faith nodded. Her knees were wobbling. She looked up at Carmilla, waiting for instructions.

“So lucky! I only make thralls out of the cutest women, after all. You should be honored that you got in. Now, let me bite the other side and seal you into this state forever.” Carmilla lowered her head to bite the other side of Faith’s neck.

“Stop right there!” someone yelled into the alley.

Carmilla reacted instantly, pulling Faith tightly against her and spinning around so Faith was between her and the shouter. She smiled as she saw what the shouter looked like.

“Like the moon reflects the precious life-giving light of the sun, I reflect justice in the presence of anarchy! When evil tries to cast its gaze upon the weak, I shall be there to return it!” Long brown hair flowed past her waist and nearly mingled with the bottom of her white tabard. A black dragon wrapped around it with its head laying on her breasts. Two pairs of reflective eyes stared at Carmilla, one pair belong to the dragon and the other pair belonging to the girl. She looked prepared for a medieval battle with her metal greaves and gauntlets. “I’m Helena the Mirror, and I’ve come to stop you!”

Carmilla stared at the girl while Faith looked on, lost and dazed.

Their hesitation didn’t bother Helena, though. She charged at superhuman speeds, her rapier out and threatening to skewer. Carmilla hesitated, and by the time she reacted, Helena’s sword was only a foot from her. She abandoned Faith as a human shield and leapt backward, covering an amazing thirty feet with her single movement.

Helena narrowly avoided skewering Faith. She grabbed the girl and looked her in the eyes. “Good, she hasn’t gotten to you. Go home and sleep or something. I have a vampire to slay.”

“A vampire?” she mumbled, almost ready to faint.

“Yep, and you almost ended up as one of her thralls.”

“That’s... oh.” Faith started to walk away, but Helena grabbed her by the back of the shirt.

“Hey, listen. You’ve been bitten by a vampire. You have to obey commands. I command you to go home and get some rest, but don’t obey any other person’s commands except mine, you got that?”

Faith nodded.

“Then go.” Helena let go of her, and she walked away, almost falling a couple of times.

“And now, it’s vampire slaying time!” Helena spun, glad to see that Carmilla had watched their interaction. She brandished her rapier.

Carmilla turned around at that and started running. She tipped over trashcans and anything stacked in the alley to try and slow Helena’s progress, but the brunette simply leaped over it or avoided it altogether, not slowing down even a bit.

Carmilla made up her mind and grabbed a metal bar sitting out in the alley while still running. She came to a skidding stop in the middle of a street, narrowly avoiding being hit by a car.

Helena didn’t miss a beat and launched herself at Carmilla. Their weapons clashed. Carmilla grinned, she knew she could overpower the human easily. She applied pressure, but Helena wasn’t moving. She grunted and applied more pressure, but Helena still wouldn’t budge.

Carmilla furrowed her brow and released the pressure. “You’re not normal, human.”

“Not at all, vampire.” Helena grinned. She stepped back to thrust her rapier right into Carmilla’s heart.

Carmilla pouted. She could see Helena as if she were moving at a fifth the speed. She turned and jumped forward, trying to put another thirty feet between them. To her surprise, Helena had mimicked her exact move and was right beside her.

“You’ll never escape me!” Helena said as she again tried to stab Carmilla.

Carmilla parried the attack. “What kind of trick is this!?”

Helena opened her eyes wide. Carmilla could see the world in them, except herself. She lashed out with her bar again to try and knock Helena away, but Helena met the blow equally. Neither of them moved.

Carmilla grinned as she thought up something. She struck again, but this time she also leaned in to give Helena a kiss on the lips. Helena started moving into it, but halfway through, abandoned her position jumped away.

“Oh, I see a hole!” Carmilla slowly walked over to a car.

Helena just smiled, nothing breaking her heroic demeanor.

Carmilla grabbed the car by the back bumper and dragged it closer to her. In one swift motion, she picked the car up and held it over her head. “Let’s see how you handle this!” She hurled it at Helena.

“All right, here I go!” Helena ran forward and leaped onto the car, then made a quick jump past it. In mid air, she held her hands straight up and pantomimed hurling a large object. An identical car materialized in front of her, heading right toward Carmilla.

“Tricky, tricky.” Carmilla hopped into the air and kicked the car into the ground. As soon as it touched the ground and deposited its kinetic energy, it vanished.

Helena and Carmilla landed on the ground at the same time. Carmilla instantly ran forward and attempted to punch Helena. Helena met the punch with her own, canceling them out. Both the women stared at each other.

“I don’t get this. I’m a vampire, I don’t have a reflection! You shouldn’t be able to mirror me! I don’t even show up in your eyes!” Carmilla narrowed her eyes, hoping to gain some insight into Helena’s power.

Helena took a second to shake her hair out from in front of her. “That’s because I’m not mirroring you.” She snapped her attention to Carmilla and stuck her rapier out tower her. “I’m mirroring you clothes!”

Carmilla pouted her lips. “Oh, I think I get it.” She reached behind her back and started unlacing her corset. She struggled but eventually squirmed out of it.

“Uh... what the hell are you doing?”

Carmilla pulled her panties down and kicked them from her thigh high leather boots. She sat on the ground and started to yank her boots off. “Getting naked, of course!”

“What!? You can’t do that in public! It’s illegal!” Helena scrambled to grab Carmilla’s corset and held it toward her. “I demand you get dressed!”

Carmilla finally kicked her boots off. “Oh, don’t be bashful. You were going to see me like this anyways.”

“I was not! I had no intention of seeing you undressed!”

Carmilla pouted. “Aww, that’s so mean to say!” Two points on her head started to glow pink.

“That is not! You’re a criminal! It’s my duty to stop you!” Helena could see another point glowing pink on the woman’s tail bone.

“Criminal?” Two bright pink ears formed from the pink glow. She let out a meow as her tail formed. She pounced Helena and pinned the girl down in the street.

“Y-Yes!” Helena struggled. She might have been able to dodge if she wasn’t so busy staring at the sex goddess, but it wouldn’t have mattered in the long run. She already knew Carmilla was faster and stronger than her, and without being able to reflect her movements, she was going to get caught.

Carmilla nuzzled the nape of Helena’s neck. She licked it, eliciting a giggle from Helena. “How am I a criminal?” She rested her canines against Helena’s skin, waiting for an answer.

“You steal women’s minds and make them your slaves!” Helena started to panic. She had to figure a way out of this or else she was going to end up as one of the vampire’s thralls.

“Perhaps the same could be said of all seductresses.” Carmilla purred, vibrating her lips against Helena and getting more giggles from the vulnerable girl.

“But you do it literally!” Helena clenched her eyes shut. She knew it was over. She was going to end up as a thrall. “I’ve been watching what you do to women. I’ve seen the after effects. They become hopelessly addicted, and they depend on you to fulfill that addiction. They can’t even function properly!”

Carmilla paused. “You mean, you don’t want to be my slave?”

Helena shook her head. She opened her eyes – maybe there was a bit of hope.

“It feels really good, though! And I bring them all together, and they have constant orgies!” She looked Helena in the eyes, seeing the nervousness and fear in them. “Hey. Don’t be scared. It’ll be fun.”

“I don’t want to be your slave! No one wants their life to end like that!”

Carmilla pouted. “Oh.”

Was that it? Was Helena going to escape the fate of a slave?

“I guess I should let you up. I have a lot of people to free.” Carmilla slowly got off of Helena, a sullen expression on her face. “I didn’t realize that they didn’t enjoy it. They all seem so happy when I give them attention.”

Helena hopped up. “Well, they don’t. Most certainly. Maybe for a little while they might enjoy it, but no one wants to lose all their family, friends, job, and everything else that matters to them.”

“I see. Well, thank you, Helena.” Carmilla meowed before giving Helena a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll go get to work freeing everyone right away.”

“G-Good!” Helena was stupefied. She couldn’t believe that was all it took to convince Carmilla to stop making thralls. She mentally gave herself a pat on the back for her apparently amazing diplomatic skills.

“I’ll make sure to give you the best reward ever!” Carmilla said as she turned around and leapt away like a cat, eventually disappearing into an alley way.

Helena looked over toward the pile of clothes. Carmilla had forgotten to take them. She shrugged and picked them up. She would have to return them. She could check up on the vampire to make sure she was being true to her word at the same time.

“Guess I’m done patrolling for the night,” Helena said to herself as she turned to head home.

Helena sighed as she set her greaves and gauntlets outside the bathroom door. She wiggled her satin clad toes, thankful that the cloth had one again protected her from a rash. She walked into the bathroom, putting her socks, panties, and tabard all in a hamper.

“Have to do laundry tomorrow,” she reminded herself.

She stood in front of the sink, looking into the mirror. Really, if she looked anywhere in the room, she would see her reflection. The ceiling, the walls, even the floor were all large mirrors. She looked into her own eyes, seeing endless reflections before her.

Fingers ran through her hair. She let her focus fade and noticed the other woman now in the bathroom.

“You’re so lucky you have me you don’t even know,” the girl who looked almost exactly like her but had blonde hair said. “You could never take care of this on your own.”

“Well, why do you think I created you?” Helena turned the shower on and let the water get hot.

“Have fun today?” The blonde Helena frantically brushed Helena’s hair, making sure it was straight and ready for shampooing.

“Sort of. I managed to convert some thrall making vampire into a good girl.” Helena stepped in the shower, sighing deeply as the warm water rinsed all the sweat and dirt off her from the day.

“Oh, that’s great! What kind of vampire was she?” The blonde helped Helena get properly soaked. She made sure every strand of hair on Helena’s head was wet and ready.

“Some cat based one. Called herself Carmilla. She almost beat me, actually.” Helena shivered as her blonde self poured shampoo onto her scalp.

“Oh? I thought you figured out a way to beat them.” She started to lather the shampoo, trailing it all the way down to the ends.

“Yeah, well, she stripped her clothes off.”

The blonde laughed and gave Helena a swat on her ass. “You told her, didn’t you?”

Helena groaned. “Maybe.” She couldn’t wait to get to bed and just sleep. Maybe in the morning she’d—

“So, you wanna masturbate? How many you going to call this time?”

“Shut up!” Helena blushed. She regretted giving her mirror images personalities sometimes.

The suds dripped down her hair, and Helena relaxed. She almost sank down and just laid in the shower, but the last time she had done that, she almost ruined her skin.

There was a slight creak of a door. Helena snapped to attention.

“Did you forget to lock the front door?” the blonde asked.

Helena didn’t respond. It wasn’t the front door that opened. It was the bathroom door. She tried to look at the mirrors to see a reflection of the door, but no one was there.

“Hello?”

The shower curtains were flung open. “Hi,” Carmilla purred. “Oh, there are two of you! You have a twin! I guess I can reward her too.”

Helena’s eyes opened wide. She screamed, “What are you doing in my bathroom!”

The blonde Helena ogled Carmilla. “Wow, she’s fucking gorgeous!”

Carmilla winked. “I was just trying to think of the perfect reward for you while freeing all my thralls. I thought it over for a while, and then I remembered what you said.”

Helena tried to cover her breasts and her crotch. Her blonde self didn’t bother. “What did I say?”

“You said that people would enjoy being my thrall for a little bit at a time. I thought it over, and it would be really difficult to keep track of a bunch of temporary thralls.”

“Uh-oh. You said something dumb.” The blonde grinned at Helena. “But you’re so damn lucky. I mean, look at her. She’s a freaking 20 out of 10 at least!”

“I like your sister. We’ll definitely play with her too.”

“Score!”

Carmilla laughed. “But I decided I’ll just have one thrall. No, that’s not the right word. I’ll have a concubine. You’ll be my concubine.” She smiled, showing off her canines.

“I... that’s... that’s not fair,” Helena whined as Carmilla stepped into the shower and wrapped her arms around the girl.

“Oh, I know. You’re a hero. You want everyone to get a fair shot, but you are just really special. Enjoy it, my concubine.” Carmilla didn’t leave Helena any room to protest. She bit Helena’s neck and held her even tighter.

Helena’s mind reeled from the bite. Pure sexual ecstasy was entering her from those fangs. She could feel it spread across her body and numb her mind. She tried to form thoughts, tried to resist, but every drop of water from the shower felt like a lover’s kiss. Her knees buckled, and she fell completely into Carmilla’s arms.

“Clean, sexy, and helpless. Just how I love. What’s your name, Helena’s sister?”

The blonde Helena smiled. “It’s Helen.”

“Have you ever touched your sister before?” Carmilla lifted Helena from the shower and turned the shower off with her foot.

“Yeah, but we’re not really sisters,” Helen said. “I’m a mirror image. A manifestation of her power.”

Carmilla’s eyes gleamed. “That’s a wonderful power! I bet she brings you out to have sex all the time, doesn’t she?” Carmilla winked at Helen again.

“Oh, yeah. She hasn’t actually had sex with someone that she didn’t create.”

They arrived in Helena’s room. Carmilla plopped the moaning and writhing girl on the bed.

“So, how many can she summon at once?” Carmilla pinned Helena onto the bed. The girl looked lost as another wave of pleasure washed over her body. She arched her back and clutched the sheets. Her jaw clamped shut as she tried to stifle her moans, but eventually she failed at even that.

“Thirty,” Helen said. She idly played with her slit, just rubbing as she watched what was essentially her be taken to a new level of pleasure.

“Oh! An orgy girl! She would’ve loved being one of my thralls before I released them all.” Carmilla kissed Helena’s nose.

“Th-Thank you Mistress,” Helena said, shuddering. All rational thought had long since left her head. She just wanted her Mistress to use her body and make her scream.

“Of course, my concubine. Your Mistress loves you and your cute little body. She’ll always make you feel like this. Well, not always, but sometimes. Just like what you asked for.” Carmilla cuddled with Helena, every single one of her touches sending the girl higher into a state of pure pleasure.

Helen crawled on the bed, sandwiching Helena between her and Carmilla. “Well, she doesn’t look like she’s used to it. How about we fuck while she keeps going into a sex coma, alright?”

Carmilla grinned as she wrapped her arms around Helen. “Well, since you’re her, how about I make you into a thrall too, and you both just keep each other company all night.”

“Uh? What. No. No. That’s not what I—Ow!” Helen winced as Carmilla sunk her fangs into her neck. Her eyes glazed over as she looked at her Mistress and then her sister thrall. She writhed on the bed as she clutched Helena. She pushed the girl further up the bed and positioned herself between her legs.

“Yes, just like that. Lick her twat.” Carmilla was practically giggling as she saw how aggressive Helen was toward Helena. Helen pushed her face against Helena’s crotch, licking and lapping like it was her life calling.

Carmilla moved behind her, dragging her nails down Helen’s ass. She spread the mirror image’s pussy lips apart and gave her a lick. “Oh, you taste so real too. You better do a good job. Better than what I do to you.” Carmilla used both hands to spread Helen apart, and her tongue slowly poked and prodded inside the blonde’s pussy.

Helen redoubled her efforts on Helena. She was frantic as she lapped up the pussy in front of her. Helena was screaming and moaning in pure joy. She saw in the mirror above her head every detail that was happening. The three naked bodies laid out on her bed, fucking one another.

Helena had a sense that this had all gone horribly wrong, but the orgasm that ripped through her body and caused her to tense up only allowed her to say one thing. “Thank you, Mistress!”

“Meow.”

Helena groaned as she woke up. She opened her eyes slowly, seeing moonlight white flesh. She yawned and nuzzled against it automatically. As she realized where she was and what happened on the night before, she blushed.

“Good morning, my concubine,” Carmilla purred as she cradled Helena to her breasts. “Helen disappeared when you passed out, but that’s fine. We’ll just try again tonight, and if you can’t last, we’ll try again tomorrow night. We’ll go forever and ever, and you’ll just be the most happy thrall to ever live. I decided I’m going to move in here with you.”

Helena pouted. “N-Not fair, I’m the hero, I’m supposed to win.”

“Yes, but you’re also supposed to get the girl. I just happen to be that girl.”

“Hrmph.”