The old mirror called to Sarah Jones. A whisper in her ear, a soft musical tone, an insistent voice calling her to come to the old mirror. At first, Sarah had shrugged off those whispered calls and thought it was her overactive imagination. Yet the whispers continued to summon her.

Sarah Jones, 20 something of age, medium build, medium height and medium intelligence. Dark hair, brown eyes. In about every way, Sarah Jones was as average as any woman might be. And that was what the old mirror wanted from her. The very averageness of Sarah was what the old mirror desired and thrust for.

Asleep in her bed every night, Sarah would have dreams. These dreams would be her very undoing. The old mirror sensed those dreams and imaginations and used them to manipulate those thoughts toward more profound and darker mysteries inside Sarah’s mind. Urges were stirred, images painted, and desires and needs were mingled into a growing need to make all these feelings and emotions become not just night dreams but actual objective and physical reality.

Friday morning, sunshine painted bright vertical bands between the curtains and across Sarah’s bedroom.

She awoke and, for a brief moment, was disorientated. The dreams seemed to be more real than actual reality. She felt disappointed at being awake, tried going back to sleep and immersed herself in her dreams. But she was now fully awake, and her efforts to return to her dreams failed. “Fuck!” The word suddenly filled her mind. “Fuck!” The word repeated itself inside her head. Sarah blinked and shook her head. Fucking was always a good feeling, but to have it inside her head like that was surprising and distracting. Yet the impression it made seemed to have a strange effect upon her. Share reached into her bedside drawer, took out her vibration, and switched it on. She licked the shaft and the tip, then put it down between her legs and probed the soft folds of her pussy.

The vibrator slipped easily between her pussy lips, and she felt its shape filling her up. She closed her eyes and imagined ... A cock! A cock fucking her ... She pushed the vibrator deeper and deeper into her body, filling up her cunt. Sarah Jones became a cunt, a fucking cunt, a fucking cunt bitch. Sarah was now slipping over the edge of her average normality and becoming something else. She was becoming a fucking cunt bitch. That feeling seemed to be perfectly natural now. She wanted sex.
Sex with a man.
Sex with a woman.
Sex with boys and girls.
She wants sex of every kind.
Oral sex.
Straight sex.
Anal sex.
She wanted to have sex with many people—an orgy of sex. Sarah wanted to be at the centre of that orgy. Sarah wanted to be that orgy.

Her orgasm went over her like waves crashing onto the shore of a beach. She convulsed, gyrated, bucked and finally lay limp and exhausted. The vibrator was still buzzing quietly on the bed beside her.

A whisper came into her ear. “It feels good, doesn’t it, Sarah? You enjoyed imagining having all that sex?” “Yes,” Sarah replied. “There are no limits to what you desire, Sarah. Take it all,” “Take it all?” Sarah asked the whisper. “All your wishes can come true,” said the whisper.

The whispers grew louder and more often. The old mirror sensed that Sarah was now fully obedient to its dark and powerful will. She would be one of the older mirrors most outstanding achievements. All Sarah had to do was follow the whispered commands, and all her wishes and desires would come true.