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story_codes: MF/g, semi-cons, non-cons, first, supernatural

story_intro: Seven year-old Steffie discovers an old antique mirror in her grandmother's attic. A century earlier, some ancestors of hers who practiced witchcraft were trapped in the mirror. Now they plan to use their little descendant in diabolical ways in order to escape their prison.

story_language: English




Mirror Girl, part 1

Written by madvlad


PROLOGUE: 1856

	Silas and Marie Mercer could hear the clatter of horses as they hurried for the last time to the attic in their huge house. Behind them, Hermes, a horribly disfigured man from the South Pacific who had been their faithful servant in the dark arts, carried a small trunk on one shoulder. The trio approached the huge mirror at one end of the attic and steeled themselves for what they must do.

	Silas and his brother had inherited a small fortune from their father. While his brother, Timothy, grew the family business, Silas and his wife attempted to grow their powers in the supernatural sense. The darks arts appealed to their twisted natures and if they needed some innocent bodies and lives now and then for a proper sacrifice, the supply was rich enough. There were plenty of children from poor families whose disappearances could be dismissed as having run away.

	But a comely eleven year-old girl, whose life was ended shortly after her virginity was, was indeed missed. Clues were assembled that tied the girl's disappearance to Silas, Marie, and their queer servant. A small circle of clergy and lawmen, led by Silas' own brother, had uncovered many of the trio's dark secrets and tonight they planned to put an end to it all. 

	The mirror the three stood before was massive, standing over six feet in height and four feet wide. It's intricately carved frame would have caused an uproar with the common people with what was displayed there, but it was what lay beyond the silvered glass that Silas was concerned with now. Beyond it laid a mirror world, dim and very limited in scope. It was a place they could hide until this wretched hunt would pass.

	Life inside there would be a faded facsimile of the real world, with no need of food or drink and unaffected by the passage of time. But a hunger for the light of full life, and touch of the real world, could grow intolerable if one stayed too long. Still, it was preferably to the clutch of the hangman's noose they now faced. 

	The three stood inside a four-foot by four-foot area in front of the mirror; the limits of the mirror portal's access as Silas began his incantation. Footsteps thundered up the stairs behind them and they could hear the angry shouts. Silas concluded the spell and the mirror's glass darkened and swirled. As they stepped through the glass, the attic door burst open and Timothy Mercer watched as his brother, sister-in-law, and their servants disappeared into the mirror. 

	"It's too late," Timothy moaned as the other joined him in the room. 

	"Then their escape shall be their prison," said Reverend Billings. 

	Billings was a scholar and priest, traveling wherever he discovered evidence of the dark arts. Once he had discerned the purpose of the mirror two days earlier, he and the others had tried to move it, but it was too heavy to move - unnaturally so. Shattering the glass was an option as Billings knew from the records of others before him that this could release a storm of dark forces.

	While the others stood guard in case Silas should re-appear, he went to his horse and fetched a roll of white silk that had been roped in place behind his saddle. He brought it back to the attic and unrolled it on the floor. He and the other priests - all of whom were of different denominations - each blessed the silk and then draped it over the mirror. Another priest produced some black rope, which was similarly blessed and then tied around the silk to hold it in place. Another round of blessings over the entire thing completed their work. 

	"I shall have this part of the attic walled up," Timothy said. "When Silas' children inherit the house, they will be none the wiser that this room exists."

	Silas and Marie's three young children were sleeping at Timothy's house, blissfully unaware of the night's proceedings. They were all under the age of five and completely innocent. Indeed, what Billings and Timothy read in Silas' journal showed just what ghastly plans that Silas and his wife had in store for their own children.

	"Never speak of this to anyone," Billings warned the group. "Let Timothy hide this evil place, for while we lack the power to destroy it, let us pray that we can contain it."

	
PRESENT DAY

	We always knew that part of the attic had been walled over, but we never knew why," said Helen Mercer as she led her son, Mike; her daughter-in-law, Pat; and her seven year-old grand-daughter, Steffie, up the refurbished attic steps. "So we had some carpenters take it apart and found all of this stuff. It must have been air tight, because the clothes in the cedar trunks we've opened so far were well-preserved. We've donated them to several museums and historical societies because this liberated old girl is not about to wear corsets and petticoats."

	Mike and Pat laughed as they entered the attic.

	"Do you have any idea why the wall was there, Mom?" Mike asked. 

	Helen shrugged.

	"The best guess is that they may have used the room to hide runaway slaves on the Underground Railroad. The man who built this house, my great-great grandfather, Silas Mercer, mysteriously disappeared a few years before the Civil War. His oldest son, Edward, was a small child when his parents vanished and didn't live here until he was in his twenties. So there's no telling what alternations were done in the mean time."

	"Can I try on some clothes?" Steffie asked eagerly, eyeing the myriad of trunks in the room.

	Steffie was a perpetually curious child, with thick, light brown hair that hung to her back and seemed to be tousled and windswept more of often then not. The summer sun had added steaks of dark blonde to it, making it appear more unruly than ever. Helen smiled as she saw the little girl's brown eyes glittering with eagerness.

	"I don't see the harm," she answered as she leaned closer to Steffie. "But if you find any lost pirate gold, you'll have to share."

	Steffie hopped up and down in excitement as she promised she would. These long unopened trunks promised all sorts of fun. 

	"We have to visit Uncle Mark today," said Mike, glancing at his watch. "But you'll have plenty of time over the next few days while we're staying at Grandma's."

	The small group left the attic, not hearing the low sigh that escaped the large object draped in canvas at the far end of the room.

	The next afternoon, Steffie had an opportunity to steal away in the attic for a few hours. She was enthralled with the collection of old lamps and other household artifacts, some whose purpose she could not discern. Two trunks contained nothing but boxes containing hats of all shapes and colors. She wasn't sure why people back in the olden days needed so many hats, but there they were. 

	As daylight was waning, she noticed the tall object near the far wall draped in canvas. She tugged on the heavy cloth and was finally able to get it off. She saw some things flutter to the floor and saw some brittle pieces of black rope and yellowed shreds of what had been white silk. Steffie looked up and saw her reflection in the mirror.

	She was delighted with her find as she could now see what the hats looked like on her. She took her favorite one, a broad white cover topped with a monstrous purple feather. She had to tilt the brim up to keep it off her eyes and saw how ridiculous she looked in the mirror. Her reflection laughed along with her. 

	She took the hat off and looked more closely at her reflection. The girl looked just like her, dressed in sneakers, green shorts and a matching t-shirt. But behind the reflection there was nothing but purplish-black darkness that looked like it was swirling. Steffie turned behind her and saw the trunks and furniture quite plainly. She looked back to the mirror but saw nothing but the strange darkness behind her image. 

	Steffie stepped back and looked closely at the heavy oaken frame. It was intricately carved with gargoyles, which she though was odd. She learned about gargoyles in school. They were usually on old churches and poured rainwater from their mouths. But these were definitely gargoyles here. She gasped and blushed as she noticed more details that didn't seem to be there before.

	There were boy gargoyles and girl gargoyles. She could tell the girl gargoyles because they had slits between their legs kind of like hers. And she knew the others were boys because she remembered when Billy Armbrister got in trouble at recess after he pulled his pants down and waved his thing at some of the girls. The boy gargoyles held their things just like Billy had done, but their things seemed much bigger and stood straight up. 

	The frame seemed to blur and Steffie took a step back in shock as it came back into focus. Some of the gargoyles now were in different positions with the boy gargoyles putting their things in the girl gargoyles' private parts. Steffie tried to look away but something held her gaze in place. This was very naughty and it made her feel funny in a strange way. She suddenly felt warm between her legs. 

	"Steffie! Dinner's almost ready!"

	Her mother's voice broke Steffie's trance. After calling down to her mother that she was coming, she looked back at the mirror and saw that the gargoyles were back into their original positions. She shrugged in confusion and left the room. She never noticed that her reflection remained in the mirror, staring back at her in concern.

	Steffie watched as she saw herself turn and leave the attic. How could she be seeing herself do this? When she reached out her hand was stopped by a cold glass wall. She turned in a complete circle and saw that she was surrounded by the swirling darkness on all sides except for the view through the mirror. 

	"Hello?" she called in a trembling voice. "Can anybody help me?"

	"I think we have a visitor, wife," came a strong voice from the darkness.

	Steffie saw a tall, firm-jawed man with dark hair brushed back from his broad forehead step into her view accompanied by a striking blonde woman. The man smiled at the girl and made a slight bow.

	"And who might you be, young miss?" he asked.

	"My name is Stephanie Mercer, but everyone calls me Steffie. I'm seven years old and I...I don't know how I got here."

	The man cocked his head at her name.

	"Pleased to meet you, Miss Mercer. My name is Silas Mercer and this is my wife, Marie."

	His name seemed familiar and it took Steffie a moment to recall it. 

	"Are you the one who disappeared a long time ago? Before the Civil War?"

	Silas didn't immediately understand the girl's reference to the war, but then realized that she must have been referring to the impending conflagration between the North and the South that had been the talk of the day before he crossed the mirror. 

	"I believe I am. By your name, am I to assume that we are related?"

	"My grandma says her great-grandfather Edward moved back into this house when he was a grown-up."

	Silas assumed she was talking about his own son and gave the little girl a wide smile. 

	"That would make you our...great-great-great-great granddaughter."

	"Wow!" Steffie breathed as her eyed grew wide. 

	Marie knelt in front of the girl and held her arms out. Steffie hesitantly stepped into her embrace and then hugged the pretty woman back.

	When Marie let her go, Steffie looked up at the pair and asked how she got here. Silas' expression grew dark as he responded.

	"We were tricked. As were you."

	"But how was I tricked?" the little girl asked.

	"We're not sure, but part of you is here while the other girl left."

	"But she's me....wasn't she?"

	"Perhaps part of you," Marie interjected. "But she certainly abandoned you here, didn't she?"

	"Maybe she didn't know I was here."

	"She knew," Silas said. "But she didn't care."

	"In fact," Marie added. "She probably prefers it so that she doesn't have to share her life all of the love it brings with you."

	Steffie shook her head, completely confused.

	"I don't understand," she whined.

	"Magic is not easy to understand," said Silas. "But we may have a way to escape from here now that you are with us."

	"Come," Marie said, offering Steffie her hand. Steffie took it and walked with her ancestors into the darkness.

	A dim room with a couch and several chairs was set up somewhere on the dim side of the mirror. Shelves with books and strange looking jars lined the walls and a few queer-looking lamps glowed dimly from a few small tables.

	This where we spend much of our time," Marie explained. 

	A dark figure stepped in from another doorway and murmured something. Silas responded.

	"Yes, the cover has been removed form the glass, Hermes. Done so by a member of our own progeny, it seems. Meet Stephanie Mercer."

	The figure muttered something and left the room. Silas turned to Steffie and explained. 

	"That is our manservant, Hermes. You must forgive him as he is a little shy around strangers. He is from an island far away from here and his real name is unpronounceable. In honor of his amazing speed in all endeavors he undertakes, we named him Hermes after the swift messenger god."

	Silas and Marie went on to explain to Steffie what their existence was like while trapped in the mirror world. They could not die, but they could experience suffering and injury. As they had no food or drink, hunger and thirst were constant companions although they could not weaken from it. 

	What they did not tell Steffie was that her true self was back in the real world, enjoying the love and companionship of her family over dinner, giggling as her father playfully, wrestled her in the living room, and softly falling into slumber as her mother read her a story. 

	The spell they had cast on the mirror had captured a small essence of Steffie's soul, enough to retain her memories and feelings and to produce a physical body. They would need all of Steffie's innocent being to break free of their prison, but they knew that just having a small part of her was the key to the rest.

	At last, Marie sat in a chair and motioned Steffie to come closer.

	"Tell me, child. Are all girls of your era as pretty as you are?"

	Steffie blushed and shyly shrugged her shoulders. 

	And are they all so immodestly dressed? Marie wondered as she looked at the child's bare little arms and legs. That anyone of any age would be so uncovered in the mid-nineteenth century would be unheard of. Not that Marie minded. Nor did her husband, judging by the way his yes were greedily undressing the little girl. 

	Marie continued aloud.

	"And your clothes are so...daring. Surely you can not be wearing underneath them."

	Steffie giggled, "Sure I am! I'm wearing panties."

	"Panties? What are those? I must see them as I am hopelessly behind the times on fashion," Marie exclaimed as she waved her hands over her own old-fashioned attire. 

	Steffie was embarrassed; she didn't want to strip down to her underwear. But these were her great-whatever grandparents, so there couldn't be any harm. Could there? Her head was swimming and a little hazy in this environment, making her a little more susceptible to suggestion.

	She removed her sneakers and socks, and then her shorts and shirt. In the dim, light, her body fairly glowed as she stood before Marie. Her smooth skin was flawless with the golden touches of the summer sun. Her torso was pale from where her swimsuit had covered her; the chest flat with pink nipples and the belly slightly raised in a flat plane with her last vestiges of baby fat. 

	She wore plain cotton panties with pink trim on the waist and legs and the slender thighs below them showed the promise of a striking form in years to come. Marie had Steffie turn in a circle and both ancient adults noticed how the panties snugly covered Steffie's perky bottom and the captivating little female bulge between her legs.

	"You look darling!" Marie exclaimed as she picked the girl up and placed her in her lap. "Doesn't she look like quite the little angel, Silas?"

	"Hmm?" Silas said, feigning indifference as he looked up from an open book. "Yes, quite so."

	Steffie relaxed a little at Silas' lack of interest in her nearly nude body. One of her friends had once talked about how her stepfather liked to see her only wearing underpants, which seemed a little silly at first but then a little scary. And women didn't do naughty things to little girls, so she snuggled against Marie's bosom as the woman stroked the little girl's body in apparent affection. 

	Silas snapped the book shut that he was holding as if he had just discovered a way to escape the mirror. 

	"They key is you, Miss Stephanie," he said. "We need you to draw your imposter self back into the mirror. Once she is here, we can do the rest and all of us will be free to escape."

	"When she returns to the mirror - which she will," he continued. You will find yourself standing on our side of the glass. You will be forced to mimic every move she does when she is looking into the mirror, just as a true reflection would. But I can teach you how to break away from that and move on your own. It will be tiring for you, so you must only do it when you are absolutely ready.

	"So do I just grab her and pull her in?" Steffie asked.

	Silas shook his head.

	"I'm afraid it won't be that simple. She must be drawn in of her own free will. Marie can show you how to do that."

	"Seduction is the best way," Marie told the little girl nestled in her lap.

	"What's that?" Steffie asked, wrinkling her nose.

	"Let me show you," Marie said. "It begins with a simple kiss."

	Silas eagerly leaned forward in his chair. It had been over a hundred and fifty years since Marie had seduced a little one and he was looking forward to watching her practice her craft. Marie softly kissed Steffie on the mouth with one hand holding the back of the girl's hand, her fingers lost in Steffie's thick tresses. Her other hand slowly rubbed the child's chest and belly.

	Marie's hand gradually decreased its range until it was only one part of Steffie's chest. Her fingers rubbed over the tiny nipple there, teasing the sensitive flesh until it became erect. Steffie wriggled in Marie's lap as her nipple hardened. She tried to say something but it was muffled against Marie's hungry lips. As the child continued to squirm, Silas saw Marie's mouth open as she forced her tongue into the unsuspecting child's mouth. 

	With her other hand, Marie gripped Steffie's hair so that her head could not move. She slashed her tongue inside the youngster's mouth and tasting the smaller tongue. When Steffie opened her own mouth a little wider to give her won tongue more room to evade the woman's tongue, Marie pursed her lips and forced them into the smaller mouth. She sucked hard and trapped Steffie's soft little tongue, sucking it into her mouth and nibbling on it. 

	While she was attacking Steffie's mouth, Marie slid her hand to the child's other nipple and quickly manipulated it to erection. Then she moved her hand down between the little girl's legs and began to paw at the preteen cunt through her soft panties. Silas could hear Steffie's outraged squeal as it passed into Marie's mouth. 

	Marie raised her mouth from Steffie's. The little girl's lips were covered with he woman's saliva and she was panting heavily, her eyes wide in confusion. Marie coolly regarded the panties she was squeezing in her hand. 

	"I don't think you'll be needing these anymore, Darling," she cooed as she yanked the flimsy garment down Steffie's smooth young legs. 

	The little girl tried to kick her way free, but Marie simply pulled her hand up, forcing Steffie's legs in the air as the woman easily slipped the panties completely off. Marie slid her fingers over the hairless little sex that she had just laid bare.

	"Please don't do that," Steffie whined. "Those are my private parts."

	"Private? Oh, but this little treasure should be shared," Marie said sweetly as she found the tiny clit and gave it a hard pinch.

	Steffie cried out in pain as Marie gripped her little button in her fingers. The woman released the little bit of flesh before it two more sharp pinches. Then her next pinch was little more than a gentle tweak. She felt the child tense as she started to press on the clit again, then relax when the pain did not come. 

	That was her trick with the little innocent ones who were always uncomfortable when they were being molested for the first time. Show them some pain and then they would be relieved and even grateful for anything less.

	She twiddled Steffie's clit with her thumb and forefinger while stroking the rest of the little slit with her middle finger. Steffie's cries had subsided into little whimpers as her small cunny was explored and massaged. Marie felt a surge of triumph when she felt the first trace of lubricant beginning to ooze from the child's virgin snatch. Her middle finger poked at the thin membrane inside the tight hole, drawing a higher pitched whine from Steffie's throat.

	Steffie was appalled by what was happening. This pretty lady who had been so nice to her when she first became trapped here had made her naked and had done strange things to her mouth. Her nipples felt funny, like they did when she was cold when getting out of the bathtub. Then she made her hurt in her private parts. And now she was making those same parts feel fluttery.

	Steffie tried to say something when she felt herself getting wet down there. She knew she hadn't peed, but she hoped the lady wouldn't notice. Her hope was short-lived when Marie looked up at Silas and smiled.

	"She's wet and almost ready."

	Steffie blushed fiercely at the announcement. Did they think she was a baby for being wet? It only seemed to make Marie rub her privates harder and faster. The fluttery feelings grew more intense and more frequent. They were bigger and bigger and faster and faster until she felt scrunched inside like a rubber ball that had been squeezed very hard. And then...oh! She felt herself becoming loose inside and it felt so good that her body shook.

	"Now you are ready," Marie told the little girl as she smiled down at her. "For Silas to help us escape, he will need a sacrifice from you. He needs your virginity."

	Steffie wasn't sure what Marie was talking about. She knew about the Virgin Mary and Baby Jesus from Sunday school, but she didn't really understand what a virgin was then. 

	"What's a virginity?" she asked.

	"Your about to know," Marie replied. 

	Marie stood up and carried Steffie to a table with a black obsidian top with strange carvings in it. Steffie felt her wrists being shackled above her head by Hermes, whose face she still could not see very well. She tried to struggle, but the dark man was too strong and too quick. She heard the rattle of chains as they were tightened and locked to the table. Hermes went to her feet on the edge where Marie had held them and took one ankle. He pulled her leg far to the side and shackled it in place. He took her other ankle from Marie and repeated this in the opposite direction. Then he ducked under the table and slid some bolts back, pulling that section of the table top away so that there was a large open space between her widely spread legs. 

	Silas walked to her and Steffie saw that he had removed his clothes and was holding his thing in his hand. It looked much bigger and harder than Billy's had looked in the schoolyard. Steffie struggled against her shackles when she thought he was going to touch his thing against her private parts. 

	Silas gazed down on the seven year-old with pent-up lust. Her bare crotch was pale where her swimsuit had been during happier times. He wondered at the clothing these children must wear these days to produce such exotic tan lines. But the plump little mound between the legs, so smooth and innocent, hadn't changed from when he least walked the earth. Neither had the delicate little slit that hid his prize.

	Steffie turned her head to side and squeezed her eyes shut, forcing more tears down her cheeks has Silas pressed his member against her bald quim. She shuddered in shame as he rubbed it all over her precious little place. Then he stopped and pressed the tip against her slit. In a burst of horror, Steffie's eyes flew open as she realized that he was going to put his thing inside her privates.  Steffie cried out in fear and pain as she felt her little opening begin to tear. Silas worked his prick head in until it was pressed against her hymen. With a savage thrust, he ripped through the barrier, grunting in pleasure as he felt her virginity break apart around his tool. Steffie thrashed against her shackles, but could no prevent Silas from pushing himself deeper and deeper. 

	In the house beyond the mirror, the real Steffie moaned in her sleep and pressed a hand between her legs.

	Marie fingered herself savagely as she saw her husband defile little Steffie. The wailing child sounded like a symphony to Silas as he absorbed the psychic energy from the premature violation of her innocent sex. 

	"Still a child, but now a woman where it counts," he sneered down at her.

	As he pumped his cock in and out of the bleeding cunt of his little descendant, he shared a knowing look with his wife. They had planned to do this with their won daughter on her eighth birthday. But the girl had only been three when they had to flee beyond the mirror. This little child, a product generations removed from their own flesh, was a wonderful substitute. He realized how much he had missed taking the young ones; their tightness, their heat, and the squirming of their small bodies.

	Steffie was still trying to struggle weakly against her bonds as Silas hammered away between her stretched legs. She felt something in his flesh change and he made a low growling sound. Suddenly, she felt her tortured innards become filled with thick hot gobs of liquid. 

	When he was finished cumming, Silas stepped back and pulled his dripping cock from the torn sex of the little girl. He motioned to Hermes, who unshackled Steffie and sat her up on the table. To her regret, Steffie looked down at her crotch and saw the dripping mess of her own virginal blood and some other fluid that slithered out of her in thick white strands.

	Silas was invigorated by the deflowering of his great-great-great-great-granddaughter. The act and the child's suffering filled him with power he hadn't felt in decades.   

	"Cease your noise, girl," he commanded. "Pain is part of existence and pain can bring us power. Now I will teach you how to break control when your other self is facing you in the mirror. You will have to do this if we are all to escape."

	"And then I will continue your tutoring in seduction," said Marie. "It will be a long night, but you have much to learn."

	

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