Chapter 1: A Treasure

It’s a pleasant warm day as Isabel walked absentmindedly past the many stalls full of ornaments and knickknacks. It was supposed to be the best market of the year; but this time everything looked more shabby than chic and there was nothing which caught her eye. She was disappointed to find out her favorite seller’s table was empty and after some prodding she had heard the seller’s car had broken down.

She stood at one of the corners of the huge hall watching the horde of people sauntering past the chaotic displays of the most diverse items. Isabel sighed deeply as she realized that the market was certainly a lot less lively in comparison with last year even though this time the weather was much more pleasant; it wasn’t too warm. She roamed her eyes once more over all the tables as she decided to go back home, accepting this time there was nothing she wanted to buy.

As she was looking at the cute couple who were arguing about an old lamp the man was holding, something shimmered at her peripheral vision and as soon as she turned her face towards the glistening object she knew she maybe had found something interesting. It was a mirror which stood with the back against the table and it was almost hidden by the items on it, hence she hadn’t noticed it when she passed that particular stand.

With a healthy amount of anticipation Isabel moved at a slow pace towards the stand, flowing with the stream of visitors hoping the mirror wasn’t sold before she’d reached the table. As soon as she stood in front of the stand she was taken aback by the massive amount of makeup cases which were artfully piled on top of each other. Now she understood why she hadn’t seen the enticing snake head before; she wasn’t interested in makeup at all.

“Excuse me,” she said with a small voice, trying to get the attention of the beautiful woman who was totally focused on the screen of her phone.

Isabel had the opportunity to study the bottle blonde who was wearing a revealing dress, showing off her unblemished bronze skin. She was fascinated by the woman’s exaggeratedly long fake nails which were painted a shimmering blood red. Isabel estimated the woman was in her early twenties and her breath hitched as she suddenly looked up from her phone. Her dark eyes seemed to pierce straight through her, especially as the woman narrowed them into slits, but then the woman’s face lit up with a broad smile.

“Oh hello,” the blonde said with a sultry voice, “You’re looking for a gift? I have several cases for a very special price.”

Isabel’s fists clenched a little, realizing the woman had already come to the conclusion that she wasn’t buying any makeup for herself. She cleared her throat and replied annoyed, “I’m not interested in makeup.”

The woman raised one of her immaculately groomed eyebrows and asked with a smirk plastered on her face, “Then how can I help?”

As Isabel pointed at the snake’s head which was just visible above the impressive display of shiny boxes she said, “I wonder if you’re willing to sell me your mirror.”

The woman’s smirk disappeared in an instant and her posture changed into a fragile young woman as she stammered, “I, I’m not sure you want to buy it if you’ve seen the state of it.”

Isabel stared a long moment at her, not knowing what to make of it and then ask, “Can I see it?”

Without a word the woman unclasped the cloth, which separated her from the visitors and indicated Isabel to join her. Intrigued she stepped into the small confined space and as she passed the woman she liked her subtle and sophisticated perfume. But then her eye fell on the old mirror and she instantly fell in love with the skillfully crafted frame which was a large snake which seemed to guard the reflective glass. Except there was only a small piece of the large mirror left, leaving a large gaping black surface. Isabel liked the oval shape and she thought the size was just perfect.

“It’s wonderful,” she gushed as she let her fingers glide over the snake’s finely cut scales, “How much do you want for it?”

“Are you sure you want it?” the woman asked incredulously, “It’s really difficult to get a mirror which fits.”

Isabel carefully turned the mirror and as she had studied the back she knew it wasn’t hard to mount a new mirror into the frame. As she checked the carved wood for any missing parts she replied soothingly, “I can fix that myself. How about 75 dollars?”

The woman whimpered a little as she said frailly, “I’m sorry but I’m quite attached to it.”

Isabel was shocked seeing the woman look scared as if she was afraid to sell the broken mirror. It made her even more determined to have it. She knew with the right tender, love and care she could easily sell the mirror for at least 250 dollars and said, hoping the lady would take her offer, “Alright, I’ll give you 100 and then you don’t have to carry it back to your car anymore.”

The woman’s hand trembled a little as she moved it forward to shake Isabel’s hand and as soon as it was a done deal the blonde relaxed considerably, saying, “Let me wrap it up for you.”

Isabel cleared her table and carefully laid the oval mirror on the thick Melton. She was very pleased with the result so far and the last few days she had meticulously cleaned the frame. The snake’s shiny skin almost looked real. She had spent a long time cleaning the head of the beautiful serpent and she was surprised how sharp the snake’s fangs were.

She rubbed her hands eagerly because now the big moment was here; she was about to mount the newly cut mirror into the frame. It had taken her a solid hour cutting an oval but she was pleased with the result. With deft fingers she unscrewed the back from the mirror and soon enough she was, after some careful but persuasive prying, able to lift the black wooden back off the frame.

Isabel wanted to remove the last shard of the old mirror but to her surprise the piece was deeply embedded into the wood and she knew it would take her a long time to remove it without damaging the relatively thin panel. She was a little concerned whether the new mirror would fit with the old piece of the mirror still at its place.

Her heart was beating in her mouth as she placed the new mirror into the recess and was relieved as she realized there were some extra strips of felt needed to prevent the new mirror from rattling.

As Isabel had put in the last screw she could barely wait to see the result and with bated breath she turned the crafty artwork around.

She shrieked of joy as she saw how the reflected glass made the snake look almost real and couldn’t refrain herself from tracing the majestic reptile’s shiny skin with her fingers. As she was admiring the mirror she realized she didn’t want to sell it and looked around on which wall the oval mirror could be hung. A smile crept on her face as she found the perfect place for it, making it the central piece of her living room.

Isabel had enjoyed her shower and as she passed the mirror she suddenly had the urge to look at herself. Without any thoughts she dropped the large towel she had wrapped around her and stared at her reflection in the oval mirror. It was a painful reminder why she hardly ever used a mirror as she saw her puffy legs and her shapeless body. Her C cup breasts dangled like two half empty sacks and her acne, which covered her chest and face, seemed to be even worse than a few months ago.

To avoid seeing her appalling reflection she looked down at the snake’s beautiful shaped tail and to her disbelief it had changed shape and it now protruded towards her. Shocked but also fascinated she moved closer to have a better look and couldn’t resist touching the now seemingly smooth surface of the tail. As she slid her fingers over the snake’s tail she noticed it had indeed lost all the scale’s sharp edges and the pointy tip was rounded as if a little ball was put on top of it. It was a strange feeling to slide her fingers over the hard slick surface and it was almost like the tail had become slippery. It was quite arousing to wrap her fingers around the thick wood which caused a pleasant tingly feeling in her groin.

Only then she realized it had been ages she had pleasured herself and the longer she was caressing the slippery surface the more she wanted to try it.

She had convinced herself to really do it, reasoning she just wanted to know how it would feel.

Slowly she turned around and used the nearby chair to rest her hands on as she bent down. She shivered a little as she felt the hard stick poking into her bottom’s soft flesh but after wriggling a bit the round form of the tail was perfectly aligned with the entrance of her sex.

Ever so slowly she pushed her body towards the mirror, knowing she had to be careful as it only was mounted on one hook in the wall.

The feeling was amazing as the tail was spreading her inner walls as she moved her body closer to the mirror and she was disappointed when her bottom’s large cheeks were pressed against the cold glass.

She slowly moved forward, truly enjoying the sensation the thick tail was causing and as soon as it was almost out of her she couldn’t resist letting the delicious hard stick slide into her slick entrance again.

It was amazing how turned on she had become and actually she didn’t want to stop her slow movements, hoping the mirror wouldn’t fall off the small hook. Isabel loved the feeling of how the large wooden tail stretched her now sopping wet vagina and she wasn’t aware the snake’s tail had changed into a full blown dildo which was pleasing to the core. She couldn’t resist moving faster as she really was getting into a super aroused state where she wanted to have a massive climax and she didn’t care how to reach that goal.

Her bottom was slapping against the mirror as she kept on ramming the dildo into her and her breasts were hitting against the back of the chair which created a conflicting feeling of pain and pleasure at the same time.