Elena woke to the blindfold still knotted tight, silk warm and damp from tears and breath. The master bed had become a landscape of limbs: Alexander's heavy arm across her breasts, Victoria's thigh thrown over her hips, Julian curled small against her back, soft cock nestled between her ass cheeks like a promise. She tested the tie at her wrists (still secure, Alexander's knot flawless) and felt the throb between her legs answer every heartbeat. Cum had dried in sticky rivers down her thighs, crusted on her stomach, flaked across her lips. The room smelled of sex, coffee, and the faint ozone of too many screens left running all night. Somewhere a loop played their midnight confessions on low volume, her own voice gasping I trust you, I love you, I'm yours.
She shifted carefully. The movement woke Alexander first. His hand slid from breast to throat, thumb stroking her pulse possessively. "Morning, pet." Voice gravel and sleep.
The blindfold loosened suddenly, silk whispering away. Light exploded. She blinked against the wall of mirrors Victoria had installed overnight: floor to ceiling, every angle, infinite reflections of tangled bodies and ruined sheets. Her own image stared back a thousand times: lips swollen, cheeks flushed, nipples dark and bitten, pussy lips puffy and glistening with last night's loads.
Victoria propped on an elbow, smile wicked. "Like the new décor?"
Julian stirred behind her, breath hitching at the sight. His cock hardened instantly against her ass.
Alexander rolled her onto her back, spread her thighs wide for the mirrors. "Look at yourself. See what we did."
She obeyed, head turned to the glass. Reflections showed everything: cum leaking slowly from her pussy and ass, bruises blooming purple on her inner thighs, and teeth marks ringing her nipples. The sight shot heat straight to her clit.
Victoria crawled between her legs, tongue lashing clit slowly. "Watch us wreck you again."
Elena watched infinite Victorias eat her, infinite tongues flicking, infinite fingers plunging deep. Alexander knelt by her head, cock thick in hand, and fed it to her mouth. She sucked greedily, eyes locked on the mirrors: infinite Alexanders fucking her face, infinite Julians stroking behind her.
Julian moved last, shy but eager. Knelt behind Victoria, cock sliding into his mother slowly. Victoria moaned into Elena's pussy, vibrations perfect. The mirrors multiplied the chain: Julian fucking Victoria, Victoria eating Elena, Elena sucking Alexander, Alexander's hand in her hair.
They moved like a single organism. Alexander thrust deep into her throat, balls on her chin. Victoria added fingers, four stretching Elena wide. Julian's thrusts pushed Victoria's tongue harder. Elena came first, squirting arcs caught in a thousand reflections, splashing mirrors. Victoria followed, walls clamping Julian. He groaned, flooded her. Alexander last, pulling out to paint Elena's face and breasts in thick ropes.
They collapsed panting, mirrors fogging with breath. Victoria fetched warm clothes, cleaned slowly, and every stroke reflected infinite care. Alexander untied her wrists gently, kissed the red marks. "Breakfast in the maze."
They led her naked to the dining room, mirrors installed there too, even on the ceiling and table surface. She sat on Alexander's lap, fed bites while watching herself chew, swallow, blush. Julian's hand between her thighs was casual, fingers dipping into slick heat. Victoria's foot is on her clit opposite.
Morning became mirror play. Gallery next: walls lined with new glass. Victoria posed her against one, fucked her with a glass dildo, reflections showing penetration from every angle. Elena watched herself split open infinite times, came screaming.
Server room: monitors replaced with mirrors. Julian bent her over the console, fucked slow while she watched his face in a thousand reflections, shy turning feral. He whispered code and love, came deep.
Alexander's office: desk mirrored underneath. He sat her on the edge, her legs spread out over the glass below. Fucked her while she watched his cock disappear into her pussy from beneath, veins pulsing, cum flooding visible.
Lunch on the terrace, mirrors angled to catch city views and their bodies. They ate nude, reflections showing the skyline fucking them back. Alexander in her ass against the railing, Victoria scissoring on a lounger, Julian in her mouth. Wind carried screams to the void.
Afternoon gallery session: Victoria painted on mirrored canvases, bodies sliding in wet paint, reflections smearing gold and crimson. Elena strapped to an easel, took turns: Alexander in pussy, Victoria strap-on in ass, Julian in mouth. Paint transferred everywhere, mirrors capturing the abstract of their release.
Evening kitchen: counters mirrored. Elena cooked bound to the island, legs spread. They took turns tasting food and her, tongues lapping from clit to plate. Dinner on the mirrored table, the body the centrepiece again. Fed bites while fucked slowly, reflections showing cocks sliding in and out beneath.
Night master bed: mirrors on the ceiling, headboard, and even under the mattress somehow. They fucked endless variations, watching themselves from above, below, every side. Confessed mid-climax: Alexander's fantasy of public exposure, Victoria's dream of gallery opening with Elena bound centre, Julian's wish for his online partner to join. Love spilt with cum, infinite.
Sleep came tangled, reflections dimmed to soft night-lights. Elena drifted watching a thousand versions of herself held, claimed, loved.
The maze had no exit. Only deeper in.