Okay, so I lied. This one isn’t new. I wrote this story …a bit ago. I was thinking it needed to be read by those who are interested. And in all fairness, I did post part one. So here we are. Janice Part 2: Meeting with the Mirror People. I haven’t completely decided the path that this story is going to take, which is really fucking sad if you think about it. I wrote the first Janice story when I was 17, well started on it then, and finished it when I was 18. Ugh. I should really figure out what I’m doing with it. Anywho. This is part two and I don’t have a fancy picture for it, but enjoy. 🙂
-Morby
Oh yeah! Hi, by the way. I realize it’s been a while since I’ve done anything with this, but I promise, well crossed fingers promise to start writing a bit more. Not sure who all reads this… But anywho. Enjoy. 🙂
Oh! Disclaimer! I know the grammar and spell check stuff in this one sucks balls. I apologize for that in advance. Part of leaving it alone until figuring things out, is to do just that, leave it alone. XD
Janice Part 2: Meeting with the Mirror People
Janice awoke with a start. The dream she had was fading but all she could remember was a very sexy man and herself? Janice shook her head and smiled to no one in particular. The dream was fading and she was sexually frustrated. She sat up in bed and glanced at the alarm clock. “Shit!” She jumped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom. She could not believe that she fell asleep after her shower. It was so irresponsible of her. She pulled out her usual make-up for work and was about to put it on when she noticed a cut or something on her upper inner thigh. Did she knick herself while shaving? She hadn’t shaved today. A bug bite? Eh, fuck it, she thought. It could be anything. She hurried through the process of putting her make-up on. Janice prided herself on her looks. She never wore any foundation or face powder. Her skin was nicely complected. She had dark blue gray eyes that she lined carefully with jet-black liner. She applied a dark red eye shadow and then mascara. The question however was what should she wear? Janice stood naked looking at her reflection, playing with her dark red hair. She pulled it up in a pile on her head and couldn’t decide. She did have a meeting to go to today, so maybe something professional.
Janice headed out of the bathroom, putting her hair on hold. She threw open her closet door and stared at the many outfits hanging. She wasn’t sure what kind of meeting it was going to be, but it was probably important regardless. Janice settled on wearing her dark blue power suit. Normally she would wear a white blouse under it but today she wanted to skip it. She carefully picked out a bright red bra with the matching thong. She left her jacket buttoned just to the point where you could see her cleavage for her 34 C breasts perfectly. The skirt fit snugly on her ass and hips. It was a short secretary skirt, but it was one of her favorites. She left her legs bare and slipped some black 4-inch heels on. Janice decided on putting her long hair up in a professional bun and headed out the door. It was about a 20-minute drive to work and since it was early, it might take 15 instead depending on traffic.
The meeting was supposed to be about company budget cuts and new suggestions for policy and if there were any complaints. Janice arrived about 5 minutes earlier than she planned. It was okay of course because that meant Damien was all alone in his office. Feeling a little brave, Janice walked down the hall. Her boss, Damien made her hot and bothered almost every day. She knew that she wasn’t imagining things when he stood just that little bit closer to her or sat next to her in meetings. She had lost count how many times they had eye fucked each other, Janice being the instigator of course. She knew what she wanted and she planned to get it. Just as she reached the door, Damian opened it suddenly, making her jump. “Fuck, Damien. You scared me.” She gasped with her hand on her chest.
Damien grinned and held the door for her. “You wanted to see me, I’m assuming.” Normally when a man was condescending, it pissed her off. It didn’t with him though. The things she wanted him to do to her were very condescending. She returned a smile and said, “Yes I did.” She walked by him brushing her hand on his thigh in passing. She felt him stiffen beside her and smiled inwardly. Maybe nailing him was going to be easier than what she first imagined. Janice waited until he closed the door and then sat on the table. Damien walked past her and sat at the head of the table, looking amused as he watched her. “So, what is it you’d like to talk about? I’m guessing that it’s probably not appropriate for the meeting.” Taking a deep breath, Janice leaned forward. It was now or never. “You’re right about that. What I want to talk about has nothing to do with work and would probably offend some people.” Damien smiled and it held the heat that Janice was feeling. “Well please, enlighten me Miss Hudson.”
Janice licked her lips and leaned forward a bit more, showing off her cleavage. She caught him peeking down her shirt and reached out to put her finger under his chin, bringing his eyes to match hers. “Let’s stop playing games Damien,” she began. Her voice was sultry and her eyes darkened with lust. “I want to fuck you. If I had my way I would fuck you where you sit before everyone arrived.” She maneuvered herself to drape her legs off the edge of the table, Damien between them. She waited for an answer, patiently as she could and was rewarded. Damien slipped his hands from her calves up her legs to rest on her thighs. He pulled her forward with a jerk and stood between them. He leaned over her, pinning her to the table. She reached up to grab his collar but he stopped her. He grabbed her wrists and placed them above her head, holding her captive under his body. Janice couldn’t believe this was happening! Damien was inches away from her face before he said anything. “You’re such a slut. You want me to fuck you right here, right now. You don’t care that someone could walk in any minute.” He leaned forward and kissed her hard, sucking on her bottom lip and nipping at it. Janice squirmed under him, kissing back and trying to break her wrists free, struggling. Damien broke the kiss and dragged her up with him. He leaned down and sucked on her earlobe, nipping it. Janice let out a low moan. This was what she wanted, what she craved. He whispered in her ear. “Pull yourself together; there are co-workers outside of the door. We’ll continue this later.” With a bite, he let go of her and straightened up, straightening his jacket. Janice did the same, smoothing down her skirt. She took a seat at the table and was silently satisfied.
When the meeting was over, Janice hurried to her desk, wishing the day would move faster. She sat and did her reports but couldn’t get her mind off Damien. All day it plagued her mind. Every time her phone would beep, she’d hope it would be him asking her, no telling her to come to his office. She stayed wet all day and had a mental high. At lunchtime, she went out, bought herself some lunch, and popped over to the music store to visit a friend. Janice nearly skipped into the store, giddy with the possibility of the end of the day.
Lari was standing at the counter, looking bored as usual, as she flipped through a magazine. It seemed like it was matter of time before they shut down the store, but by some miracle, it stayed open. Janice observed her before she approached. Lari was such a gorgeous girl. Plain by society standards, but she really was such a rare gem. She had long dark brown wavy hair, nice smooth darker skin, and startling green eyes. Her family was Mexican save for her German grandmother. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans that hugged her ass nicely. She had one of those asses that just begged to be grabbed, groped, and spanked. She had smaller boobs than she would have liked, but they were perfect for her petite frame. Even though she was petite, she had curvy hips that led up to a trim tummy. She was wearing a yellow polo shirt and had her long hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was reading a magazine when Janice walked up to her.
“Excuse me miss,” Janice began. “Could you help me locate the Christian Rock section? Lari stood there for a few seconds before she answered her. “Shouldn’t you be at work?”
“Oh I see how it is. I come down to see you on my lunch break and this is the response I get?” Janice couldn’t help but smile at her friend. Lari looked up, returning the smile. “How ya doing, Janice?”
“Oh you know, same ole, same ole.” She grinned wickedly at Lari. “Okay, you can’t grin at me like that and not tell me what’s going on.” She closed the magazine and stepped away from behind the counter. She met her friend in a hug and pulled away. “Well it looks like I finally get nailed by Damien.”
Lari wrinkled her nose. “Could you say it any more crude?”
Janice smiled. “Sure. I’m going to get fucked at the end of work today.” She watched Lari cringe and giggled. She loved teasing her friend. Lari wasn’t a prude, or a virgin, but she was generally more of a good girl than Janice was. She never had casual sex, and had to be in a relationship for more than a month before she did fuck the person. Lari was Janice’s opposite in almost every way.
“So it’s really going to happen?” Lari smiled at her friend. She was happy for her, but at the same time, she had a bad feeling. It almost felt like this wasn’t right.
Janice grinned bigger. “It really is. After what happened this morning, I will be more than surprised if it doesn’t.” Janice glanced up at the clock. “Shit. I’m gonna be late if I don’t hurry.”
“Maybe he’ll punish you if you’re late.” Janice gaped at Lari. “I’m having a bad influence on you.”
The two girls laughed and gave each other a departing hug. “Call me and let me know how everything goes,” Lari called after Janice, grinning. Janice gave her thumbs up and headed back to her car. On her way back to work, she was so happy. She was going to get, what she felt was well deserved.
At about three o’ clock, her computer dinged, alerting her to an email. Janice opened it and had to conceal her excitement. It was from Damien. He was asking her up to his office. Oh happy day! Janice gathered her reports and damn near skipped to the elevator. Once she got inside, she set the reports down and slipped her thong off. She put it in her jacket pocket, took her hair down, and “fluffed” her breasts. She gave herself a once over in the mirrored walls, wondering if she should have reapplied her lipstick. Janice shrugged her shoulders and then picked the reports back up. She was so excited that she could hardly contain herself as she passed by Damien’s secretary. Miss Jenson had sat quietly with something that looked like scorn on her face. Janice wondered what the problem was.
“You can’t see Mr. Lansing right now.” Miss Jenson didn’t look up at Janice as she spoke to her. Her tone was neutral but it held something Janice couldn’t name. “I have permission to see him, Miss Jenson. I just received an email from him about 2 minutes ago.” Miss Jenson looked up at Janice then. “Well I guess if the boss said it was okay then I have no choice but to let you in.” She sighed and hit the buzzer. Janice didn’t say anything as she passed by the desk. Nervously, she opened the door slowly, rehearsing in her head all the things she needed to say. She wondered if Miss Jenson would be able to hear them, or if Damien would have her take a 15-minute break or something. Janice smiled a wicked little smile. It would take them more than 15 minutes to do what needed to be done. Her pussy was wet with more than anticipation.
Janice knocked on the door and waited for a response. She heard Damien say on the other side, “Come in.” and gave a welcoming smile to Damien, who looked startled to see her. This was odd. He did send her an email requesting her presence. It had specifically said that he wanted to talk to her a couple of things. He looked anxious as he leaned back in his chair. Damien laced his fingers behind his head and watched her. Janice felt nervous, wondering if she might have looked too much, into what happened this morning. Did he have a girlfriend, a wife maybe? As she stood there, Janice realized that she hardly knew anything about this man. She had been so focused on fucking him that she didn’t think of anything else. She walked to stand just a few feet in front of his desk. Carefully, keeping her tone neutral, “You wanted to see me?”
Damien leaned forward. “Yes I did. I just wasn’t expecting you to come so soon.” He placed his hands on his desk. Janice stood there for a minute looking at him. There was something off in the room but she couldn’t figure it out. Taking a mental breath, Janice decided then and there the games would stop. Nothing would stop her from at least trying to fuck him. She took those last steps to his desk, and leaned forward, letting her cleavage peek out at him. Damien smiled and licked his lips.
“Do you want it?” She let the innuendo speak for itself.
His eyes flashed in a moment of something she couldn’t recognize. She started to lean further towards him, feeling braver. He started to protest, but stopped. She heard a thump come from underneath the desk followed by a muffled, “Ouch”.
Janice jumped up from the desk like she’d been electrocuted. She glared at Damien. She knew full well what he was up to. She threw the report down on his desk, cutting him off when he began to speak. Her tone had venom in it as she said tight lipped, “Here’s that report you requested sir.” She kept trying not to let the hurt show in her eyes. She wasn’t going to let him see that this was affecting her. “I’m taking off early today,” she said matter-of-factly.
“I’m assuming you finished all that you needed to?” His voice was tight, as if he was straining. He probably was. Who ever was under the desk obviously hadn’t stopped.
“Well, I had a couple things that I needed to do, but nothing of importance.” The last was said angrily and her dark gray blue eyes darkened with the poisonous hate that she was feeling towards him. He clenched his jaw as she turned to walk away from his desk, not bothering to wait for an answer.
“I didn’t give you an answer yet.” He called after her. He sounded pissed, but distracted. How dare he sound pissed.
Janice answered without turning back around. “I wasn’t asking. There’s obviously no reason for me to stay after and work late.” She turned back as she was closing the door in time to see him stand up. She didn’t dare glance down because she would have seen his cock hanging out of his pants, fully erect. She closed the door ignoring what ever he was saying to her. Janice hurried down the hallway, and stepped back into the elevator. When the doors closed she punched the mirrored wall, almost sure that it would shatter under her fist. She looked at her reflection, her eyes still dark and stormy.
“Just who the fuck does he think he is?” She asked her reflection, her arms crossed over her chest. “I stand there and practically throw myself at him and this is what happens? Am I not good enough to be used like that whore in his office?” She swore for a split second that she saw understanding in her reflection, but didn’t think twice about it. If she had looked closer, she would have noticed that her reflection’s eyes were violet with gold flecks. When the doors opened, she didn’t waste anytime at her desk. She signed off her computer and grabbed her things for the day. By the time Janice made it out to her car, it had started raining.
“Fuck!” She yelled across the parking lot, gathering the attention of some employees. Of all the times that she forgot her jacket. She hurried up and got into the car, slamming her door. She sat there for a minute, not trusting herself to drive just yet. Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down, she closed her eyes and rested her head against the seat. She would just try not to think about what happened and go on to enjoy her weekend. A few more deep breaths and she was ready to go.
By the time Janice made it to her apartment, she was still livid. She was hurt and embarrassed about what happened. Was this how it was going to be? How could she face him at work Monday morning? Every time she tried to brush it from her mind, it pushed harder. She still couldn’t believe it happened and couldn’t believe further that she was still so pissed off about it. Janice decided that a nice hot soak would do her some good and then maybe she would get dressed and go out. She deserved it and it had been such a long time since she had been out “hunting”. It had been even longer since she had been laid. She sighed when she thought about the fuck buddy she had. He had left her as quick as he came to her.
Janice made it up the stairs to her apartment, thinking about nothing but the soak that awaited her. She started stripping as she got into the apartment, unbuttoning her jacket and undoing her skirt. She remembered the panties she stuffed in her pocket and the hate flared again. She threw her clothes off her, staying clad in just her high heels. Without wanting to do anything else, she flung herself on her bed. She stared up at her ceiling, talking to herself.
“Why wasn’t I good enough for him? Why couldn’t I be the office whore? Don’t I deserve to be used too?” She began pinching roughly at her nipples. She pinched and pulled on them until they began to hurt, but it made her all the wetter. She scraped her nails down her sides and tummy, leaving a trail behind. Each stroke, she dug her nails in more, craving the pain that came with it. Janice moaned as she began torturing herself. She didn’t know why she had begun, but now she just wanted to feel the pain.
“Son-of-a-bitch, he doesn’t deserve me. He doesn’t deserve what I could do for him.” She raked her nails across her breasts, leaving more red scratch marks. Her body writhed on the bed. Janice was unaware of it, but she was being observed. “He couldn’t handle it anyway.” Her voice strained with the pleasure she was feeling. “I bet he has to be gentle with that slut under his desk. She couldn’t take a real throat fucking or getting pounded from behind.” She drove her nails deeper into her skin, little beads of red forming at the surface. “She couldn’t get choked or slapped around. She couldn’t handle the real world of rough fucking.”
“Then why did he choose her?” The voice was gruff, almost callused. “Why didn’t he choose you?”
Janice answered without thinking about it. “I don’t fucking know. Maybe he…” She stopped suddenly, looking around the room. “Who said that?”
“I did.” Janice looked from where the voice was coming from. It was coming from her mirror. She had to look twice. She saw her own reflection but then she saw something else. She sat up on her knees, watching her mirror. It seemed to be walking from a long way off, out of the darkness. As he walked closer, Janice could tell more about him. He was just over 6 feet tall with short black hair. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans with no shirt. His muscled chest seemed just as chiseled as his face. His skin was a lighter color, not quite pale. The eyes were violet with gold flecks in them. Janice felt the need to cover herself up and reached for her blanket.
“Leave it.” He stepped closer to her, seeming to be right on the other side of the mirror. Janice stared in disbelief in what she was seeing. “What are you?” Her eyes were full of wonder.
He gave her a lusty grin. “I’m everything that you need right now.”
Janice sat watching as a black cloud seemed to appear around him and the mirror opened up. He entered her room, needing to duck as he left the mirror. The hole closed as he stepped all the way in. He walked over to Janice, staring down at her. His gaze raked over her body, lust heating his eyes. Janice felt herself blush a little.
“I see you’ve been busy.” He ran his finger across one of the scratch marks high up on her breast, causing her to have a quick intake of breath. She could only stare at this creature that had entered her room. “What do you plan on doing?”
The look he gave her told her more than his words could ever say, but his voice took on a deep tone, one used in the bedroom. “I’m going to use you Janice. I’m going to make you feel like the filthy whore that you want to be.” He started to unzip his jeans. “That is what you wanted, right?”
Janice was too turned on to just turn him away. “Yes, that’s exactly what I want right now. I want to feel the pain that can only be reached on certain levels.” Her eyes darkened with a hunger, reminding him of a feline that needs to feed. He grinned wickedly at her and slid his jeans down. His cock sprang to life right before her eyes. He grabbed the back of her head, making her look up at him. “Is that what you want? Do you want to be my little slut?” Janice nodded at him. “Yes sir.”
“Good girl, now show me how well you can suck my cock.” He grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling her head towards his cock. Janice started to open her mouth flicking her tongue out to taste the head. He groaned a little, watching her lick him. She grabbed the shaft with her hand, starting to suck on the head, moving her way down lower, stroking him. She moaned as she took his member into her mouth. It had been so long since she had this feeling.
“Now suck it real nice and I’ll give you a good hard fucking.” He said that last by shoving her head down on his cock, burying it to the hilt, choking her. Janice didn’t gag at all and began to throat fuck him, causing her drool to slip out of her mouth, down her chin and to rest on his balls. The creature groaned louder, holding onto her head, fucking her throat.
“Oh what a good slut!” He pumped faster and harder, and then pulled out. He looked down at her, while she looked up at him. He seemed to snarl at her. “Now, what do you want?” Janice grinned at him. “I want to be fucked.” He grinned back, heat and malice in his eyes. He slapped her across the face, holding her face by her chin. “Excuse me? You want to be fucked, what?” He glowered at her. “I want to be fucked sir.” The creature sneered at her as he pushed her hard against the bed, her eyes staring up at him. He came down on top of her, resting his weight on his arms. His eyes were a mix between lust and something she couldn’t identify. His knee pushed her legs apart. She lay there wet and ready to take him, anxious about being fucked. It had been so long. He bent down and licked her neck, causing her to quiver. He positioned his cock at her opening and pushed. He bit down on her neck hard as he slammed his length into her. Janice screamed out in a mix of surprise and pleasure. He continued to bite her neck as he began to move in and out of her. He moved fast and hard. Janice clung to him, meeting his thrusts with her own.
He grunted as he fucked her. He lifted from biting on her neck and stopped moving. The creature grabbed both of her arms, pulling her to a sitting position, roughly putting them behind her back. He held them with one hand. His grip was bruising. Janice looked up into his eyes. There was a level of heat that she had never seen on anyone’s face before. He used his other hand and put it against her throat, choking her a little. She moaned at how good it felt. She could feel his cock pulse inside her. He looked into her eyes, a cruel smile on his face.
“Tell me what you want.” His voice was gruff.
“Use and abuse my cunt. I want to be degraded.” She stared into his face. “Make me scream.”
The creature pulled his cock out, sat on his knees, and positioned his cock to where just the head was in her pussy. Janice protested. He moved his hand from her throat and raked his nails down the side of her body, bringing her legs up around his waist. He continued his assault with his nails on her upper thigh and trailed back up to her stomach. Small beads of blood formed in a trail. He started to push his cock in slow. A little bit at a time, just to tease. He kept this up for a few more strokes then pulled out to the head again. Janice’s cunt ached for the fucking she was about to get. The creature pulled out all the way then put the tip in. He let go of her arms and pushed her down on the bed. He grabbed her thighs and without any warning, he slammed forward, his balls making a resounding slap. Janice screamed out. He began power fucking her, using her thighs to leverage himself, pulling on them harder, fucking her faster and harder. Janice writhed on the bed, moaning louder, at the point of screaming. She had never been fucked this hard or fast before. It was one of the best fuckings she ever had. Janice was lost on a wave of pleasure. She was at the point of drooling from losing control. The creature grunted as he fucked himself in and out. Each stroke coming out a little bit farther. The look on his face was that of a sadistic torturer, which scared her a little. She was too distracted to give it any heed. He let go of her thighs to place her ankles on his shoulders and his hands on her hips. He pulled her to him, slamming them together, making her shriek louder. She was past the point of pleasure and was drifting in and out of being in euphoria. The creature pulled out again, looking at Janice’s writhing body.
“On your knees slut.” His voice was a little breathless but it didn’t lose the gruffness.
Janice did as she was told and got on her knees. The creature pushed her over on her elbows and grinned. She looked so good from this angle that he had to control himself just a little from ramming into her. He leaned forward and grabbed a handful of hair, his mouth close to her ear.
“Do you want me to fuck you in the ass, slut?” His voice was husky with a hint to cruelness to it.
Janice moaned, “Yes please. Please fuck my ass. Please.”
The creature turned her to face him and slapped her face. “Please what?”
“Please sir.” She looked at him, panting with desire.
The creature slapped her ass and pushed her head back down. Janice waited in anticipation. She felt another slap on the ass. She turned back to look at the creature, watching him lube up his cock. She screamed when she glanced up and saw another creature standing behind the one that had been fucking her. Before she could say anything, the creature standing yelled, “Get down!”
Janice shifted and watched in horror as the two creatures yelled at each other. The one that had been fucking her yelled, “Kered! How dare you spy on me! You know it’s illegal for two to go through!” He snarled at the older looking creature. Janice took in this sight and gaped. The older looking one looked very similar to the one who had been there first. The only difference she could note was that he was clean-shaven and his hair was long. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a tight red muscle t-shirt. He held a broad sword that didn’t look like anything out of this world. There were symbols on the blade that glowed gold on the silver blade, as the yelling got louder.
Kered held his stance, holding his sword out in front of him. “And you Nodnarb, how do you explain yourself so easily? You, using the sexual energy for wrongdoing. You know what you could have done to this harmless girl!” Nodnarb charged at Kered, a long sword appearing out of nowhere. The sounds of battle filled the room as Janice sat frightened about what was transpiring in her room. Kered and Nodnarb fought fiercely, with metal hitting metal. It went on until Nodnarb stepped back and tripped on Janice’s bra. It sent him stumbling backwards making him lose grip of his sword. It dropped to the carpet with a thud. Janice stared at the sword noticing that it was black, with red symbols on it. This definitely wasn’t from her world. Kered saw this as his opportunity. He was on top of Nodnarb in a heartbeat, seething hatred. “Brother, you have wronged your people and your crime can not go unpunished. He pressed his blade to his throat. “You wouldn’t kill me. You don’t have it in you.” Nodnarb spat at Kered.
Kered looked up at Janice. “You may want to hide your eyes.” Janice didn’t argue with the creature. She simply pulled the blankets over her head. Kered waited until he was certain she couldn’t see anything. “On your knees brother.” Nodnarb shook his head. “Never for you. You’re the one who’s wrong here.” Kered grabbed his hair and tossed him forward, making Nodnarb stay on his hands and knees. Kered raised his sword and brought it down swiftly. Janice heard the sickening thunk of a head hitting the floor. Nausea over took her briefly.
She jumped when she felt the blanket being removed from her head. Janice kept her eyes shut and almost cried out when she felt a smooth hand touch her cheek. She opened her eyes to see Kered peering down at her. He was tall, maybe a little taller than the first man was, if that’s what you can call him. He had long black hair that shined in the light and sparkling gray eyes. He had a deep husky voice that sent shivers down her spine. “It’s over and not at the same time.” Janice looked up at him confused. “Just what is that supposed to mean?” Kered sat down on the bed next to her. She was surprised to see that the sword he was carrying was gone and it was just the two of them in the room. “What happened? Where’s the body?”
Kered smiled at Janice and spoke calmly. “There is so much that you need to know but I don’t know if I’m the one who should tell you all of it.” He went from smiling to looking sad. Janice scooted a little closer and put her hand to cover his on his lap. “That was your brother, wasn’t it?” He looked up at her and Janice noticed a crystal blue tear sliding down his face. He looked down at the floor. His voice was shaky as he answered her. “Yes it was. But I did what I needed to do. And unfortunately, I have some very bad news for you.”
Janice swallowed hard and nodded at him, not sure what to say. Kered took a deep breath and looked up at her. “You’re not safe here Janice Hudson. There is a war going on from where I’m from and I’m afraid that it’s going to get a lot worse for you.” Janice was stunned. “What do you mean worse for me? I haven’t done anything.” She felt like crying. First, she is turned down from the man that she was so close to having and then she is told that she’s in danger. Life just wasn’t fair right now. Kered brought his hands up to cradle her face, turning so he was facing her. He was speaking low and Janice had to strain to hear him. “Let me enlighten your darkness and bring your doubts to a close.” He closed his eyes and started speaking in a language she couldn’t understand. “Tel lla taht saw nettogrof eb derebmemer. Tel eht ssenkrad eb decarbme ni thgil.” Janice saw images float back to her and she felt enlightened. Suddenly she saw herself with Kered. She saw herself going down on herself? As she listened to Kered’s light chanting she saw more. She felt her body tingle as she saw herself being fucked by him. When he stopped chanting. Janice opened her eyes and gazed at Kered. “It was you.”
Kered smiled and dropped his hands from her face. “Yes Janice, it was me.” He studied her for a minute, gauging her reaction. He watched as the rest of her memories from that day came flooding into her eyes. He ached to touch her, but was going to wait for her to make the first move. She must have sensed his thoughts because she met his gaze fully. “Alright so now what? Do I give you a quick fuck and you leave me again?” She stood up and walked to her mirror. She ran her hands over the sides of it. How did they get through? She walked around to the back of it and felt it, almost expecting to find a door or a hollow spot. Kered watched, knowing what she was going through. He wondered if it was too much and if he should blank her mind again. No, that wouldn’t do. It was his job now to protect her. But could he risk staying here with her? Or should he take her back with him. It wouldn’t be such a horrible thing. If he claimed to be her protector, she would be safe. If he left her here, he was afraid that another of his brothers would seek her out.
Janice turned and stared at him, hands on her hips, forgetting that she was just clad in high heels. Kered stared heatedly at her, noting the curve of her breasts and the slope of her hips. She was one of the hottest females he came into contact with. He really couldn’t help feeling that way either. “So what do you want me to do now?”
“I want you to take your heels off.” The answer threw Janice off, but she complied. She slipped out of them and stood on the floor. “Next I want you to stand in front of me.” Once again, Janice obeyed and went to stand in front of Kered. Her body had already been over heated, but was cooled off by the fighting. With that out of her mind, her cunt came back into play. Janice realized that she hadn’t cum at all and she was suffering from it. Kered reached out with both hands and placed them on her thighs. He carefully slid his hands down Janice’s leg while looking into her eyes. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her mound. Janice was touched with how tender he was being. Kered ran his hands up over her hips and her stomach. Janice gasped as he passed over the scratches on her body. He reached up and caressed her breasts. Kered began speaking to her, his voice low and husky. “You know, the first time I was here with you, I was doing what you wanted me to.” He pushed Janice back a few steps and stood up. She was shocked to see how tall he really was. Janice was about 5 foot 4 but this creature, this man was at least 6 foot 5. He grabbed Janice by the shoulders and pulled her to him. He caressed her arms and his palms brushed the sides of her breasts. He spoke again, “But this time, I’m going to do what I want.” With the last said, he pushed her down on the bed and scooted her up on it. Janice leaned on her elbows watching him. Kered took his shirt off and joined her on the bed. He lay next to her, looking down at her. “Oh the things I could do to you sweet Janice.”
Janice leaned up so she could be eye to eye with him. “Then do them, Kered.” She took his hand and put it on her hip. “You’ve had me before, why is this time different?” He chuckled a little. “Because this time you’ll remember it and I want it to be good for you.” Janice smiled at him. That was so sweet! But sweet wasn’t exactly what she wanted. She still wanted to be fucked. It should have made her feel a little shameful, but she figured there was no going back now. He had already seen her naked and had been extremely intimate with her. “I want you to do whatever you want to me, Kered. Take me now and make me feel good.”
Kered pushed Janice on her back and crawled on top of her. He used his knee to part her legs and rubbed it against her cunt. The rough material felt good as Janice ground herself against his leg. Kered set about kissing her neck, licking a long trail from her neck to her ear lobe. He sucked and nibbled on it while using a free hand to massage her breast. He played with the nipple, pulling on it and pinching just a little. Janice groaned at the sweet torture. Kered moved his hand from her breast to roam down her stomach. He stopped playing with her ear lobe and started kissing her. Janice made small whimpering sounds as Kered’s fingers played along her slit. He slipped them down and found her clit. Janice bucked her hips as he applied pressure to it, rubbing in a small circle.
“Ahem.” The sound of a throat-clearing coming from across the room startled them both. Kered and Janice looked up to see a rather mature looking man standing in her room. His face wasn’t weathered or wrinkled, but she could tell he was much older. He had long silver white hair that flowed down his muscled chest that was decorated in tattoos. Janice couldn’t identify the symbols but was intrigued by them. She looked at Kered and noticed how displeased he looked. “Rotciv. What brings you to the other side of the mirror?”
Rotciv stepped forward and Janice noticed that not only was he taller than Kered, he was the biggest man she had ever seen. He was wearing black pants and boots. It struck her a little odd that these… people wore clothes like she did. “I come to fetch you young one and bring you and the human home with me.” He spoke the last looking at Janice. He had swirling blue and silver eyes that mesmerized her. She had completely forgotten her appearance. Kered had reached around and handed Janice her bathrobe. “You have the worst timing, Rotciv.” He glanced at Janice. “The absolute worst timing.” Rotciv grinned at Kered. “It’s actually the best timing I’ve had all day. Now hurry. Get the girl dressed as I prepare the mirror.” He turned his back and Janice had to keep from gasping. From the back of his head, to the tips of his hair had the same symbols that were on his chest in black over the silver. It was the coolest thing she had ever seen. Curious, she turned Kered’s head away from her and searched his hair. Sure enough in his raven black hair, there were symbols in reds, purples, and blues that went from the back of his head to the tips of his hair.
Kered turned to smile at her. “Neat, huh?”
“I’ll say.” Janice got up off the bed and ran her fingers through her hair. She reached down to put her bathrobe on. “Shouldn’t I have something else on?” She looked at Kered.
“That’s up to you, Janice. I think Rotciv here just wants a free show.”
Rotciv, who had been doing something to the mirror, reached behind him and gave Kered the bird. Janice stifled a giggle and put her robe on. She sighed and took it off, knowing just what she wanted to wear most. Janice stepped by the two men and walked into her closet. She pulled out a pair of light blue pajama bottoms and slipped a pair of black panties on. Next, she put on a black sport’s bra and slid the pajama bottoms up. Rotciv had stopped what he was doing and stood to watch her. Kered had a curious look on his face and decided to say something. “You have to hurry Janice. We need to go as quickly as possible.”
Janice turned as she slipped on a larger black t-shirt. “Why do I need to hurry for you to leave?”
Rotciv and Kered glanced at each other. It was Rotciv who walked over to Janice and took both of her hands. He looked down at her and said in a tone, one might use with a child, “Sweet sweet girl, it is not safe for you here. And it is not safe for our people to be on the other side of the mirror. This day, three have gone through, three must go back.” His eyes swirled slowly as he looked down at her. “I don’t understand,” Janice started to say. Rotciv smiled at her. “It will all make sense soon. But you must make haste young one. Time is ticking slowly where we’re from, because I said it to be. It won’t last long and I fear the consequences.”
Janice stepped away from Rotciv and looked around. “I have to leave all of this?” She felt the anger flare and turned to face Kered. She glared at him. “This is all you’re fault. If you wouldn’t have come to me, I could still be here. This is where I belong, damn it.” She felt like she was going to cry and that was something she loathed. Kered sat on the bed and tried to look regretful. He started to say something, but was cut off by Rotciv. “If it wasn’t him who came to you, it would have been someone else. You are not alone in this realm, Janice. You’ve been watched for a long time and it was only a matter of time before someone came to you.” His tone changed. “And you’re damn lucky it was Kered here who showed up. Had it been Nodnarb who came first, I fear that you would not be standing here.”
Janice cut him off. “I’m still pissed.” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Rotciv. “Who says I have to go anyway? What if I want to stay here? I don‘t necessarily have to live in this apartment.” Rotciv sighed. He was getting tired of her ignorance and time was really running out. “And be miserable? You would be watching your boss fuck his new toy and be absolutely miserable because you weren’t good enough for him.” His voice held a hint of anger. How dare he be angry! Janice was more than pissed now and Kered shook his head, but didn’t say anything. Janice opened her mouth to pop off to Rotciv but he cut her off. “Say whatever you want, you little bitch. But you are going. You are not jeopardizing what we built and that’s that!” He turned and stomped into the mirror. Janice stood there amazed, pissed, and confused all at once. Rotciv was going to hear what she had to say one way or another.
Kered got up off the bed and walked over to her. He bent down, picked her slippers up, and handed them to her. “Are you ready?” He knew that they needed to leave and really didn’t want to get her started on a rant. Janice just nodded. Fear and anger swirled in her eyes, making them turn to a light blue gray. Kered bit back the smile that he felt forming. These two were going to be very entertaining to be around. He took her by the hand as she slipped her slippers on and walked over to the mirror. Janice gave another glance back at her room. “Goodbye roommates, goodbye reality… Goodbye, Damien.” Kered held her close and started chanting, slowly they made it through the mirror and Janice knew that things were going to be a lot different. She also knew that once she saw that bastard Rotciv again, she had a few things to say to him.
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