Helena looked at the other fencer. She had made sure that her stance was almost like a mirro to her opponent’s. The only difference was that she held her epee in her left hand, where her opponent was right handed. Helena silently cursed the dampness in her fencing suit. The match wasn’t supposed to have lasted this long, and it certainly wasn’t supposed to be this difficult. Starla, the opponent, was one of the best saberists around, but this was only her second tournament using an epee. Somehow, Helena had managed to let the score get to 13-13, and most of the match had consisted of double touches that Helena had just barely managed to make.

Helena quickly moved forward, closing the gap between the two women. She didn’t bother stopping as she thrust her sword. For less than an instant she thought she was going to make contact, but Starla rolled her shoulder to the side and attempted to strike with her own weapon. Helena twisted her arm to knock the sword away from hitting her and scrambled to get out of Starla’s range. She knew she had left Starla plenty of openings, but the other woman didn’t attempt to strike again.

Helena took a second to collect herself. “She’s faster than anyone I’ve ever sparred with before,” she thought, “but her technique is awful. If she just couldn’t move so fast, I wouldn’t have a problem with this at all!”

Starla’s sword was impatient, and Helena had to quickly parry a thrust that was aimed for her knee. She saw a perfect opportunity to make contact with her own sword, but before she could even attempt a strike, Starla had regained her stance and made another. Helena managed to knock the second attack away while taking a step back.

There had to be a grin behind Starla’s mask as she relentlessly stabbed at Helena. If she had been just a tiny bit slower, Helena could have parried the blade and made a riposte. The chance never seemed to come as Helena was pushed back on the strip, parrying while trying to keep her distance. She could never match Starla’s speed, so the idea of countering was almost laughable. With just a few steps left on the strip, Helena knew she was going to have to sacrifice a touch. She twisted on her foot and struck out; two lights lit up at exactly the same time. It was another double touch.

The two fencers reset and faced each other again. “If it wasn’t for these stupid contact lenses,” thought Helena.

Starla lifted her hand, motioning for Helena to stop. She took her mask off, revealing a face without a drop of sweat on it. Her hazel eyes and sharp features were accentuated by the white fencing suit. “I just want to say it has been a wonderful match, and that hopefully the better fencer will win.” She beamed before slipping her mask back on.

She raised her sword, and Helena did likewise. They edged toward the center, but there was no playful gaging of the other fencer. Helena struck fast, forcing Starla into a defensive position. With each attack, Helena noticed Starla’s stance being slowly chipped away.

“A weak point!” Helena thought as she thrust her epee, certain it was going to make contact. Starla had apparently noticed the hole in her defense and had just started moving right as Helena went in for the strike. She managed to dodge Helena’s thrust and delivered one of her own. Helena flicked her wrist to parry the attack, knowing that Starla had just put herself in a terrible position. Starla’s epee was just an inch from Helena’s shoulder when she parried. She took a quick step back, but a blue light caught the corner of her eye. Starla’s sword had registered a hit.

Helena’s ears started burning, and the elation of the crowd erupted just to become muted in her thoughts. She hadn’t hit her. She knew Starla hadn’t. Helena looked up to see Starla removing her mask; the other woman was cringing. She opened her mouth to say something, but members of the crowd had already surrounded her and were pushing her away.

Starla sighed as she rummaged through the locker that was provided for her. The award ceremony had been painfully uncomfortable. Helena was furious about what happened. Starla couldn’t even call her a typical sore loser; it was actually frightening whenever Helena looked at her. She tried to hide behind her strawberry blonde hair, but she could practically feel Helena’s glare.

“It doesn’t matter....” Starla said as she slumped her shoulders. It wasn’t like she could explain to everyone what happened. “It was just an accident.... Dammit, I need to get a better hold of myself.”

Starla gritted her teeth as electric sparks leaped from her hand to the locker. “Dammit, dammit, dammit...!” The hair on her head raised as an audible hum started to resound. “Relax Starla, just relax. If someone walks in now, you’ll be exposed as a Nymph.... Just shower and move on with your life.” She grabbed the locker and felt the electricity drain from her.

After taking a few more deep breaths, Starla stripped down and poached a towel, soap, and shampoo from her locker. She stared at the floor as she walked into the showers. She tossed her towel onto the rack and caught some movement in the corner of her eye. “What the!? Who the hell designed this?” Starla stared at her own reflection in a wall length-mirror that was in front of her.

Starla shrugged as she moved to the nozzle and started the shower up. Hot water poured over her head, and steam instantly began to rise. Her muscles relaxed as the water ran down her body.

“Not much is better than a hot shower after fencing.” she mumbled and stretched out as water droplets pelted her. She blushed suddenly as if someone were watching her and looked around. “...hello?”

The only sound was the pitter-pattering of the shower.

“I’m just going crazy.” Starla said before turning back to the shower.

Her eyes wandered around as the water drizzled over her, and eventually they settled on her own reflection. She was shocked at her own appearance. Her mouth fell a bit open. She knew she was a bit of a looker, but the woman looking back at her belonged in a magazine on a two-page spread.

“Wait... what?” She shook her head at the inanity. “But... my breasts do look really nice like this, and my stomach....” She ran her hands down her body. The small muscle lines on her stomach showed the world how well she took care of herself, and her firm thighs just screamed to be wrapped around someone’s head. Starla ran a hand up her body and fondled her breasts. They couldn’t fit entirely in her hands, and the water made them so smooth that she couldn’t get a good grip on them.

She stepped away from the shower water and poured body wash on her chest. With a bit of a giggle, she lathered herself up until a nice white foam covered her breasts. She walked over to the mirror wall and pressed her breasts against it, expecting the surface to be cold and give her a bit of a rush; however, the wall wasn’t cold. She blinked several times in surprise as it felt like her breasts were pressed against another pair. She raised her hand to touch the wall, but it just felt like she was just touching someone else’s hands.

“What’s... going on? What kind of mirror is this?” As soon as Starla said it, her reflection winked at her. Starla almost jumped back in surprise, but before she could react, her reflections arms wrapped around her and gave her a passionate kiss. Starla’s eyes opened wide, and she fell backward onto the shower floor with her reflection falling on top of her. Light moans emitted from both Starla and her reflection as they pushed their slippery breasts together.

“Ooooh... I’m being toyed with by my own reflection...!” they spoke simultaneously. The two squirmed against each other, caressing and kissing as steam filled the air around them. “I can’t believe I’m getting turned on by my own body.... Why is this happening?”

“It’s because I’m a slut.” Starla’s reflection said as she moaned.

“Wh-what? N-no, I’m not a slut. I-I don’t know why this is happening.” As they looked into one another’s eyes, they both felt the urge to touch the other. Somehow, they both found the other’s fingers pushed between their legs, rubbing at the other’s slit

“I’m a cheating slut!” her reflection said. “A slut who loves to finger fuck herself in the shower! Who just wants to be played with and taken care of. A slut who doesn’t want to think on her own.” Starla moaned—every single word bounced around in her mind. She wanted to agree with it, and the finger pushing its way deeper into her made being a slut sound like a wonderful thing.

“No, dammit, I didn’t cheat! It was just an accident!” Starla started to struggle against the reflection, honestly believing that she had completely snapped. The reflection seemed to just hold her tighter as she clawed the bathroom floor, trying to latch onto anything that would give her leverage. Se managed to get her fingers between two tiles and started to pull herself free. The reflection latched onto her and tried to keep her in one place, but the soaped up Starla slid out of her grasp.

“Now go away! Or whatever I’m supposed to say to make you vanish!”

Starla hopped to her feet, and the reflection vanished. She looked around and almost jumped when she caught herself in the mirror. “Okay, okay.... I’m just taking this hard. Guilty. Yeah. I’m not crazy. My reflection did not just try to fuck me.” She took a few deep breaths and looked back at her reflection. Her reflection winked at her, and she froze in place.

“Nnnrgh....” She struggled to look away, but instead she ended up walking right to the mirror. Her hands met her reflections again, but this time she could definitely feel the glass between them.

“I’m going to fuck myself into a stupor.” Starla’s eyes went wide as she realized she had said that. She pressed her breasts against the glass and started to rub them against it. Her hand found her slit and quickly entered. She couldn’t believe what was happening, but her shaking legs assured her it was happening.

“That’s much better. Now I’m helpless and can’t move; masturbating in front of a mirror.” Starla slowly sank to a sitting position. Her fingers were soaked more with her own juices than shower water.

The reflection started to come out of the mirror again. Starla flinched as a hand lightly touched her shoulder. Last time, when her double left the mirror, it had stopped working, yet even though a duplicate was outside rubbing her shoulders, she was still reflected in the mirror, masturbating her heart out. “Such a good slut. You’re going to become addicted to this, I can already tell.”

“Y-y-yeeeees....” Starla started to panic as she felt her pussy start to spasm. It was almost like being disconnected from herself. Having no control over her own body, but feeling every little touch cemented in the feeling of powerlessness. The shock when a hand touched her face and turned her head to look into very strange eyes wasn’t enough to snap her out of it. What seemed to be two mirrors looked at her. The woman moved a step back, and Starla recognized her instantly.

“Helena!”

Helena grinned. “That’s right, slut. You thought you could cheat and not suffer any consequences?”

“Consequences? You think this is reasonable?” Starla tried to move, but the hand between her legs made that impossible. “Yo-you’re a Nymph, aren’t you!?”

“Yep, that’s right. I saw you get pissed in the locker room. That’s how you cheated, isn’t it? You used your powers.”

“No, you don’t understand, Hel—”

“Mistress Helena,” Helena interrupted.

“Mistress Helena.” Starla’s face turned absolutely red. Had that really come out of her mouth?

“Confusing, isn’t it? Being fucked by your own body, being controlled by a reflection,” Helena taunted, running a hand through Starla’s hair, “I have so many plans for you, though. Don’t worry—you can keep your normal life. I’m just going to make sure you obey everything I tell you.”

“Yes, Mistress Helena.” Starla moaned suddenly. She was getting closer to orgasm—her toes had already started to curl.

“You’re going to be buying a cell phone, first of all—just for me to call you on. You’re going to be my special call girl. I hope you have some extra money, because you’re also going to be investing in some fetish clothing. Hey, you could just use the money you won from this tournament. I think that’s fitting.” Helena laughed as she moved closer to Starla. “I’m going to sample your body right now.”

“Please do, Mistress Helena!” Starla’s back arched.

Helena pushed Starla onto her back and pushed her head between Starla’s legs. “Let’s see if you’re as fast as you are with a sword.” Helena laughed as she started to lap at Starla’s slit.

“Thank you, Mistress Helena!” Her legs quickly wrapped around Helena’s head and pulled her against her soaked cunt. She had been confused when Helena appeared, but now her job was quite obvious—she needed to please her Mistress in whatever way possible. If that was letting Helena fuck her, than she would gleefully abide. Her moans echoed around the shower and locker room.

Helena raked over Starla’s sides as she pushed her tongue into Starla’s folds. It was obvious to her that Starla was going to orgasm any second, and then Helena could finish the conditioning. Her powers weren’t absolute, but as long as Starla masturbated in front of a mirror every night, her control over her new slave would hold. “You’ll enjoy your servitude to me, slut.”

“Yes! Thank you, Mistress Helena!” Starla screamed in delight.

Her legs clenched tighter around Helena’s head as her pussy spasmed. She clawed at the floor uselessly, and her moans became louder until her voice finally cracked. The hums of electricity started to fill the air, and Helena’s body began to shake radically out of control. Both of the girls’ hair started to rise before Starla’s thighs loosened, releasing Helena from her grip.

Helena instantly moved away from Starla. Her teeth chattered, and her body twitched. “What the hell!?”

Starla laughed as she took a few deep breaths. Her mind cleared and she sat up. “It was an accident.... Whenever I overexert myself, that happens. That’s why my sword acted as if I made contact.” Starla slowly got up and looked down at Helena. “You though, you probably can’t move very well.”

The strawberry blonde took a step toward Helena, and Helena tried to crawl away. Starla grabbed Helena by the ankle. “No! Hey!”

Starla pulled Helena toward the still going shower. “Hey now, what would people say if you walked out of here smelling like sex? Hmmm? I don’t want to get in trouble or be accused of fucking my ‘rival’ in a locker room.”

Helena couldn’t muster up the strength to claw at the floor. She could merely twitch uselessly, her body paralyzed by Starla’s electric shock.

“So, I’m going to have to clean you up and send you out of here.” Starla nodded as she sat under the shower and pulled Helena onto her lap. They weren’t too different in size, but Helena seemed to sink against Starla’s body, making her look much smaller than she actually was. “And this might take a while. After all, you’re a very dirty girl.” Starla laughed as she poured body wash all over Helena.

“Quit mocking me!” Helena protested. She tried to struggle, but Starla hardly needed a single hand to restrain her.

Starla rubbed down Helena’s body, forming a fluffy lather all over her. She laughed almost bubbly as Helena started to turn red. “A very dirty, sweaty girl. I bet you’re especially dirty here.” Starla started to grope Helena’s breasts.

“Dammit! Stop molesting me, you whore!”

“You know, I could just fry you. Suck it up and be thankful this is all I’m doing to you.” Starla trailed her fingers down Helena’s body, walking them over her breasts and stomach. “Especially because I know how dirty you are here.” Starla’s finger pushed between Helena’s folds.

Helena’s back straightened up, and she wriggled on Starla’s lap. She could feel Starla’s breasts pressed against her back, and the arm around her stomach just kept holding her against them. “Gaaah!”

“You deserve it for calling me a slut! And a whore!” Starla giggled as she took her finger out of Helena and returned to lathering Helena up. She teased and played with Helena, who had turned absolutely red, until she was covered in suds from head to toe. She slid across the shower floor and held Helena in front of her until the suds were washed away. “See, now that wasn’t too bad, was it?”

Helena grumbled and struggled to get out of Starla’s grasp. Starla let her go and giggled when Helena slipped and just managed to stop her head from hitting the floor. Their eyes locked, Starla’s hazel staring into Helena’s mirrors. “Electricity, huh?”

“Yep, and light for you?”

Helena sighed. “Just reflections. My parents hid my eyes behind contacts since I was little. Works pretty well. What about you, anyone else know?”

“Not really. Always managed to blame it on power surges.” Starla chuckled as she pressed two fingers together. A small spark jumped between them.

“This isn’t over. You know this isn’t over.”

“Of course, ‘Mistress’ Helena.”

“Don’t patronize me! Next time, I’ll know you’re like a goddamn electric eel when you cum.” Helena stood up and stole Starla’s towel. “I’ll remember to wear rubber.”

Starla grinned. “I bet you’d look hot in a rubber suit.”

Helena grumbled to herself as she stormed off. There would definitely be a next time.