Chapter 8

Miloz grinned wide. “Tom Parker’s pretty wife, ready to spread her thighs for me at last. Only in Belgrade!” Grabbing Annie by the hand, he hauled her into the bedroom.

It was an odd room, with two of the walls mirrored from floor to ceiling. Switching on a bank of lights, he deposited her in the middle of the space and flopped into an armchair. “Strip,” he said, flicking an imperious finger in her direction.

Annie had been half-naked with him just the day before—and in a public park, no less. But then she’d felt safe, respected, borne-away by the throes of passion. The idea of baring herself while he sat and watched, like she was a bimbo at some gentleman’s club, seemed wholly different. Cheap and tawdry.

She cursed herself for wearing such a scanty outfit—yet, although more clothes would have felt like armor against this pervert, she knew they would have only prolonged her humiliation. Sucking in a deep breath, Annie urged herself to get it over with. Clumsily, she untied her pink-striped Nikes and kicked them off, nearly losing her balance in the process. Next, she peeled off her ankle-high turquoise socks. At this point, however, she simply ground to a halt: her every instinct screaming that she shouldn’t compromise herself further.

The scuffed hardwood floor was chill beneath the balls of her bare feet. Miloz arched an eyebrow and tapped his toe expectantly. She felt desperate, helpless. She had to go through with it—it was the only way to save herself. But some deep-seated part of her simply refused. How could she be expected to debase herself like that? Especially knowing what the man had planned for her once she was naked...

As Annie glanced furtively around for some means of escape, her attention was caught by the sight of her own figure, standing motionless in the mirror-wall across from her. The image sparked a voyeuristic kind of fascination. Her twin stared back, disoriented and uncertain, a deer-in-the-headlights expression on her face.

Neither one of them seemed able to tear their eyes away. And gradually, as the two of them went on regarding each other, it began to seem as if none of this nightmarish encounter was really happening to Annie at all. No, it was happening to that other—that reflected stranger. And all things considered, it was probably for the best. If Annie was unable to do what was required of her, then perhaps that other woman could...

With a lurch, the girl in the looking-glass came abruptly to life. Though clearly not eager to disrobe, she appeared to have the guts Annie lacked. Wasting no time, curling both hands under the hem of her mauve tank-top, she hauled it upward across her lithe, graceful torso—deftly snagging the sports-bra along the way, so that both garments came up and over her head in a single motion.

This left the woman’s brunette tresses disordered and messy. The observation prompted Annie to brush her own hair back into place; and her double did the same. Then Annie’s gaze was drawn downward, to where the pert, teardrop breasts of that other woman seemed to stare back at her—rising and swaying each time she drew breath, puffy nipples firming up under Miloz’s icy scrutiny. She was a pathetic sight: barefoot, tits-out, with nothing left to protect her modesty but a skimpy pair of shorts. And what’s worse: those were going to have to go too.

Fortunately, the stranger understood that her body was forfeit, and didn’t try to resist. Reaching for her elastic waistband, she acted decisively once more—yanking down both her white navy-piped shorts and pink silk panties in a single quick motion. Then, wordlessly, she stepped free from the sad bundle of clothes around her ankles, and stood there defiant, feet slightly apart, hands on hips.

Annie’s heart ached for the woman, reduced at last to the caricature of a girlie-mag centerfold. She was a pretty thing—slender, with sculptured curves that invited attention. Up above, there was the graceful arc of her shoulders, the sweep of her collar-bone, the slight dimple running vertically from sternum to navel. And down below, at her pelvis—the jut of her hipbones, the provocative rise of her mound, and the triangular creases that carried one’s eye irresistibly to her sex. She maintained a trim patch of toffee-brown curls there, just enough to draw attention to the contours of her labia, without doing anything to conceal them. Laid bare like that, the poor dear must surely realize how vulnerable she now lay to Miloz’s predation.

The mirror-girl may have been reserved by nature, but the pornographic way she was exhibited left no doubt what was expected of her. With an air of resignation, she submitted herself to the trope—gliding her hand down her flanks in mock seduction; pushing up her boobs and tweaking the nipples; pirouetting and sticking out her ass to offer a tantalizing peek at her hidden treasures ... Annie wondered how the woman could bear to parade herself like that. The bright scarlet hue of her cheeks gave a clue to the despair that must lurk in her heart, and Annie felt her own face getting hot in sympathy.

Soon the girl was running her fingers gently down between her thighs, teasing open her pussy, and brushing her nub ever so delicately. It was mesmerizing to watch—and with a shock, Annie realized that all this time, she had been touching herself the very same way. She felt a giddy rush of heat in her groin, a surge of lubrication in her vagina, and a smoldering twinge in her sacrum which crept upward along her spine toward her brain. She wasn’t sure why she was pleasuring herself like that, but it felt good. She only hoped that the reflected Annie was getting as damp and aroused as she was. It would help the woman cope with what was coming next.

Miloz had clearly enjoyed the performance, but he was done being a spectator now. He rose from the chair, expression cold-blooded, powerful sinews oozing with veiled menace.

Annie found something about this puzzling though—rather than facing that woman in the mirror, the man was facing towards... her.

Unzipping his fly, Miloz dropped his shorts. He had no underwear on underneath, and his penis sprang out instantly, red, stony, fully erect, and... ulp, disturbingly large.