The Mirror Ch. 03byhorrorotica©
Introduction: Joanne Burrell is a descendent of a powerful angel that walked the Earth six millennia ago, and whom built a prison to hold an equally powerful demon in the form of a mirror. Ever since the great war that seen Angels & Demons banished from this plane of existence, the demon in the mirror has fed off Joanne's female ancestors gaining psychic energy through orgasm in the manner of an Incubus. Reaching out to exorcist Gabriel Jones for help (who's also an angel/human hybrid like her), she has been kidnapped by an organisation known as Ebony Inc. What do they want with her or the mirror? Can Jones find her before it is too late for her.
Joanne found herself coming round and she felt a bit cold. When she pulled her arm slightly it seemed to be stuck, so did all her limbs. The grogginess of whatever drug she had been given hung over her mind like a heavy curtain and she found herself drifting in and out of consciousness. There were mumblings around her as voices spoke in soft awe, with expectation. She didn't really understand what they were saying but snatches of it were clear.
She heard a man say with a deep powerful voice say, "Get you're hands of that you moron."
Then another voice which sounded weedy and higher pitched responded, "I'm just curious is all. I mean it doesn't look like much to me."
"It's not meant too, you fool. Only the chosen descendant can see inside it and that's not you," the deep voice sounded annoyed.
"If what you've told me is true then for that I am thankful," the weedy voice said followed by a big sigh.
Joanne drifted off again but she was not sure for how long. It felt like hours but could've just been minutes. The weedy voice spoke sounding urgent and nervous, "He's here! They're all here! This must be big."
The deep voice said, "Just keep out of the way or else you'll find yourself dead. These men don't tolerate fools and so it's a given they wont tolerate you."
"Yes my brother," the weedy voice said.
There was a sigh from the deep voice man. It was a sigh of disappointment and annoyance, like a man stuck with watching out for someone he didn't really like but had no choice. It was his duty or promise to someone that made him tolerate this weedy voiced man. Joanne opened her eyes slightly for the first time and seen a dark figure running his fingers over the fine filigree of a framed mirror. He touched it so gently and tenderly you'd think it was a woman. Then he sighed again and walked away as she fell under the drug yet again.
As the drug wore out of her system she realised that the voices she could hear were men chanting in some guttural language. It was constant and eery and filled her with a sense of foreboding. She opened her eyes again and lifted her head slightly and to her her horror she could see she was naked on some kind of bed. Her arms were tied above her head and they ached slightly. Her legs were tied to posts at the end of the bed in manner that had them spread and ready for sex. Her pussy was on display to whomever was there with her.
Joanne closed her eyes and pulled on the bindings but there was no give. She was stuck there until whomever had her released her. Her body trembled at the revelation of her predicament and a sob tried hard to escape from her but she held it down. This was not the time to give away she was awake. What was important now was to find out who had her and why. While they thought she was out of it they just might let it slip.
She wondered if Gabriel knew about what had happened to her. If ever she needed a knight in shining armour to come to her rescue now was the time. That was all she could do, she decided. Hold out until Jones gets to her because in truth she knew he'd be tearing shit up trying to find her. 'Hurry Gabriel, help me,' she screamed in her mind hoping in vain that he could somehow hear her.
The street seemed quiet which was good because Jones didn't need anyone calling 911 on him at this point. The floor boards on the old weather board house creaked under his weight in a familiar way. He had been here many times before, but never like this. These people had broken his trust, they had betrayed him and so his anger burned deeper than ever before. Opening the fly wire door he leaned back and kicked his right leg at the door. His foot hitting the area of the lock with a loud clang, wood splitting crackled and the door swung open slamming against the wall inside.
He went inside to find Tiny standing their pointing a snub nose 38 pistol at him and Sash cowering in the doorway to the kitchen like a pale frightened child. Tiny opened his mouth to say something but Jones was too quick and kicked the gun from his hand, sending it flying across the room. Then he leapt the couch and his fist hit Tiny square in the right cheek and the fat man went down with scream of pain.
Backing up on the floor Tiny shouted, "Wait... Wait... Gabe, it's only business!" Jones reached down and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and as his fist bore down on Tiny once again he shouted, "No!"
Jones then picked Tiny up showing impressive strength, and threw him onto the couch. Sash was slinking her way towards the gun when Jones noticed her and he shouted angrily at her, "Stay where you are slut if you know what's good for you. Don't think I haven't realised your part in this."
"Please lover, I didn't mean any harm," Sash said going back to the kitchen doorway again.
Jones shook his head at her with a big sneer on his face then turned and looked down on Tiny who was rubbing a large red welt on his face. "Where is she?" he asked him sharply.
"I don't know Gabe, I swear," Tiny said looking up at him eyes wide, his body trembling.
"Don't give me that shit. I know you sell your artefacts to them, so you know where all their little hidey holes are," Jones accused.
"I swear I don't Gabe. I told ya I met that guy in a bar. He approached me," Tiny begged. Jones let out a sigh and then hit Tiny again making him yelp and curl up into a ball. His anger rose up inside him and he started laying into the man in a fury until he heard sash screaming at him and pulling him off her brother.
As she pulled him away he turned and slapped her hard with the back of his hand sending her sprawling on the floor. He looked down at her with an intense glare and then down at Tiny who was now unconscious on the couch. A cell phone began ringing on the floor that had fallen off the coffee table in the commotion. He looked down at it and seen a familiar number flashing on the screen. Jones bent over to pick it up and Sash lunged for it but he slapped her away again.
He answered it and placed the phone to his ear. A deep male voice said, "Sash, Jones might head over there so you and your brother should skip town for a few days." It was Sebastian Windsor, the man he was looking for. Jones remained silent for a moment prompting Windsor to say, "Sash?.... Sash you there?"
Jones answered, "I think you're too late, douche bag."
"Jones?" there was a sudden cold laugh and then, "It doesn't matter, the ceremony will begin soon and there's nothing you or Fagin can do to stop it."
Jones trembled all over briefly as he fought the urge to crush the phone in his hand. "When I get my hands on you I'll..."
Windsor cut him off, "You'll grovel at the feet of a God." Then Windsor hung up.
In anger Jones threw the phone against the wall beside Sash, smashing it and making her jerk away in fear. He looked down shaking his head furiously for a moment. Since Ebony Inc got wind of this it's seemed like they've always been a step ahead. However why would Windsor call Sash and not Tiny? Jones looked up at Sash with narrow eyes.
"Just how did Windsor know what bar to find Tiny in exactly?" he said to her stepping closer.
Sash laughed weakly saying, "I don't know lover. Tiny isn't that hard to find if you're looking for him is he." It seemed like she was hoping the wall would somehow swallow her the way she pushed herself into it.
Jones was close now and he grabbed her around the neck making her squirm under him. "Tiny is very hard to find as he is very clever like that. Especially in his line of work. In fact if a guy like Windsor went near him in a bar I think he'd leave thinking he was a cop. No someone arranged it, someone like... YOU!"
"Please Gabe... I didn't know... please," Sash begged.
"But you know where she is, don't you?" Jones said in a suddenly friendly voice even though he held her firmly.
She looked away from his intense gaze, his incredible blue eyes piercing right through her soul. "I can't... he'll kill me and Tiny. Please I'll do anything you want but not this."
Jones face went dark and he coldy said, "I'll kill you if you don't tell me. So looks like you're not doing too well."
She looked at him knowingly and said, "You wont. You're not cold blooded like him. You're a good man deep down. He is..."
"A good fuck? Yeah I know how you roll whore," Jones said pushing her down onto the floor. "You think your pussy gives you power, you slut."
"It got you to confirm who the woman was didn't it. More powerful than your shit angel powers," she sneered up at him.
He looked down at her thinking when something glinted in the corner of his eye and he bent down and picked it up and looked at it. It was one of Tiny's artefacts and he recognised it immediately. A very rare Egyptian necklace with the symbol of Ra on it. He walked over to Tiny who was still out cold and pulled him up placing the necklace around his neck. Sash watched silently as she was unsure what he was doing. She never did understand about these artefacts that Tiny dealt in.
Jones took hold of the amulet on the necklace and said loudly in Latin, "Obedieritis mihi." Tiny's eyes opened abruptly making Sash gasp as they were completely white. Then Jones turned and pointed to Sash trembling on the floor and shouted, "Pedicabo eam!"
Tiny stood immediately like some invincible force pulled him to his feet. "What are you doing?" Sash shouted at Jones but he just sat on the couch and lit a cigarette ignoring her. As Tiny walked over to her she tried crawling away but he caught her leg and dragged her into the centre of the room. "Stop it Tiny... it's me... you're sister!" she shouted at him.
Tiny was on top of her now pinning her with his bulky frame as he ripped her clothes off. She struggled, slapped and punched him but it was like it had no effect on him. Before long she was naked, her clothes in shreds. Tiny stood and began taking his own clothes off. "Stop it... Tiny no... God no... stop!"
Jones sat back and said, "Tell me where they're holding Joanne, and I'll stop him."
"Fuck you, I'll never tell," she spat at him trying to get away again and Tiny grabbed her and threw her down onto the floor once again.
Tiny pulled down his boxers and threw them onto the floor revealing his 4 inch hard cock. Sticking out like a red rocket below his fat stomach and pubic mound. Jones laugh saying, "Now I know why you call him Tiny!"
"If you think that shrimp dick is going to make me talk then your a fool," Sash said to Jones.
Jones knew that even though Sash was very sexually active there was one thing she always refused. She had a thing about it in fact and so he shouted in Latin, "Anum sexu!" It was delicious to watch as Tiny rolled her over onto her stomach with a supernatural strength that belied belief, and she really didn't know what was going on. He rolled her like a rag doll.
Tiny grasped her plump white ass cheeks and pulled them apart making her squeal, but he was too strong. Her tight pink anus did look tantalising Jones had to admit and at that point Tiny was down licking the area, tasting her stank. Her disgust made her clamp that anus tight, further accentuating the wrinkles around it. Making it pucker up like lips wanting a kiss. "No Tiny...stop it... it's me you're sister!" Sash yelled out trying to roll over but couldn't.
Jones was impressed because even though that sphincter was being held closed as tight as she could manage, Tiny's tongue was actually penetrating her ass. It was sliding down inside her making her burst into tears. "Just tell me where she is and it stops," Jones said matter of factly.
"Noooooooooo!" she screamed as Tiny began sliding fingers inside her ass. First it was one then it was two and before long four fingers were being driven inside her now red anal sphincter. Stretching it more and more, her face screwed up in pain with sweat dripping from her chin.
What surprised Jones was that he had ordered Tiny to have anal sex with her, all this rimming and fingering action wasn't what he had expected. This must be coming from Tiny, he thought. The dirty bastard. Jones laughed. Sash squealed loudly again and he looked up to find Tiny was buried balls deep inside her ass. Sash grabbed the rug below her as the force of his thrusts drover her body forward making her grunt each time.
"This can all stop Sash, all you have to do is give me the address where Joanne is being held," Jones said once again.
Her head turned towards him, her eyes now glassy making Jones sit forward. It was important that she didn't enjoy this, but given what a whore she was that was going to be difficult to prevent. "You think this will break me?" she said in a moan.
Jones shrugged, "No, I suspected you might enjoy it. But this might..." He reached inside his jacket and pulled out his phone and after fiddling with it for a moment he held it out in her direction with a cold grin.
"What are you doing?" Sash said eyes bulging.
"Collecting evidence for your ex-husband. It seems he's not too keen on seeing his children taken away from him by their whorish mother. I had a real nice conversation with him on the way here."
"No, you wouldn't?" she said trying reach out and grab the phone but Tiny stopped her as he fucked away.
"If you tell me Joanne is I'll delete the whole thing. But the courts may not look to kindly on a video of you having sex with your brother. They may not think you're a fit mother and even visitation rights may be lost. It's a high price to pay for protecting the likes of Sebastian Windsor."
As those words hung in the air Tiny suddenly grunted and his body shook for a moment. Then he fell forward over her her back as he came hard inside her, pumping his semen down her colon. Jones was disappointed the show was over that quickly but given the small size of Tiny's dick he wasn't surprised. He shouted in Latin at him, "Pedicabo eam!"
With a burst of energy his body shot up and he pulled his dick out of his sisters ass and pushed her onto her back. She struggled with him all the way kicking and punching him but it had no effect. Sash reached up and grabbed the necklace but then squealed pulling it away shaking her hand.
"Only I can remove the necklace," Jones said.
Tiny grabbed her by the wrists and held her down as he positioned himself over her. His four inch dick dripping precum as it prepared to enter her pussy. Then he thrust his hips forward and that cock just slid right inside her. She screamed out in anguish and Jones laughed. "You bastard... after all we've been together and you do this," she yelled at Jones as Tiny fucked her furiously.
Jones shrugged saying, "You brought this on yourself trying to play me against Windsor."
He looked at his phone and replayed what he had just recorded eventually saying, "That should do it." Reaching down he picked up Tiny's phone and started flicking through the numbers as the Tiny continued to fuck his sister grunting as he thrust his cock inside her wet pussy. Jones touched the screen then held it to his ear. After a moment he said, "Hey Phil, it's me Jones again. I got something that might help you with the courts."
"Noooooooo," Sash yelled tears running down her cheeks.
"Hang on Phil," Jones said and looked at her saying, "Do you have something to tell me?"
"You fucking bastard... alright I'll tell."
"Go on then..." Jones said holding the phone out to remind her of who was on the line.
"She's probably being held in a house over on Oak Boulevard, number 6. It has a big white stone fence and a metal gate that has a bull on it. You can't miss it," Sash said holding onto her brother who continued to fuck her.
Putting the phone to his head he said, "Did you get that? OK I'll meet you there in a moment." Then he hung up and broke Tiny's phone in half.
"You fucking cunt, that wasn't even Phil," Sash said banging her fists on the ground. Suddenly Tiny seemed to pick up pace and his grunts became louder. Sash looked up at him horrified, realising that he was about to cum. "Get him off me... please," she begged Jones who nodded and then stepped towards them. However he was too late as Tiny thrust inside her pussy as deep as he could go and held it. Clenching his eyes shut, his face red and sweaty his body shivered all over for a brief moment as he released several large sighs. He came, and he came hard.
Jones reached down and pulled the necklace off him and so Sash pushed her brother off her and so he fell to the floor spent. Cum dribbled from her pussy. "Now look what you did," she said to Jones who was looking down her nude form.
"I suggest you follow Windsors advice and get outta town for a few days," Jones said shoving the necklace in his pocket and then heading for the still open front door.
As he reached it she yelled after him, "What about the video?"
Jones stopped and turned to look at her for a moment and then said, "If I go to this place and Windsor is expecting me then that video will go to Phil. So don't think you can double cross me, bitch." He then left the house and walked down the front yard to his car. He just hoped he wasn't too late, that whatever they were planning to do with Joanne he still had time to stop it.
He pulled up behind Fagins car and got out and jumped inside next to him. "Spotted anything yet?" he asked.
"Yes, a number of limousines have arrived and even more are inside. Something big is going down here," Fagin replied looking pale.
"Like what?" Jones asked.
A man cleared his throat from the back-seat and Jones looked at him. He knew who he was but he didn't like the man so had ignored him on entering Fagins car. "Do you know something about this?" he said to the man who looked at Jones with a pinched expression.
"Good day to you too, Gabriel. He never changes does he Fagin. Always the bad attitude," the man said.
"Just get on with it will ya?" Jones snapped at him.
Fagin sighed, "It's OK Bill, just tell him."
"Very well, but only because you say so Fagin. Anyway I think we've uncovered something which might explain why all these big wigs from Ebony Inc. are here," Bill said.
"And...." Jones said shaking his head in annoyance.
"There is a chance that they're going to use Ms Burrell to try and free the demon from its prison." he said coolly.
"What?" Jones said looking at Fagin wide eyed. "But how?"
"Ms Burrell is culmination of selective breeding and so the angel DNA in her is the strongest it probably has ever been in her kin," Bill said.
"That still doesn't explain how," Jones said in a growl.
"Her holy orgasm might be strong enough to actually break the mirror which would free the demon," Fagin said looking intensely at Jones.
"Wouldn't it kill the demon?" Jones asked.
Bill said, "Given that the demon absorbs energy through the mirror such an outpouring from a strong hybrid, and a descendent of the maker of the mirror could in fact shatter it. Too much energy, too much of the right kind of energy more to the point would undo its charms."
Jones sat back down and watched the house in a heavy silence. After a while he said, "So the plan doesn't change then."