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Six kicked down the door to a remote shack with a completely unnecessary amount of force given the current state of the door. The door splintered slightly from the unnecessary force as it swung open revealing the small shack within. She walked through the shack dropping her back onto the filthy mattress at the end of the shack. She let out an annoyed sigh as she glanced around the shack to see nothing of value in the shack that could barely be described as a building standing in the middle of the desert decently far away from any form of civilization.
Deciding that this was as good a place to rest as anywhere Six got straight to work moving the desk across the room in order to barricade the door. She made sure the door was firmly closed before she shoved the desk right up against it. Deciding it wasn’t enough she stacked a broken desk chair on top of the desk as well for a little extra protection. After that Six decided that it was sufficient, and she realized that anything more she does would need to be undone when she decides to leave.
As she tiredly looked around the room again she spotted a blanket covering over a tall piece of furniture. Giving into her curiosity as she often does Six walked across the room to yank the dusty blanket off of the random furniture item. As the blanket fell to the ground it a cloud of dust was released into the air right into her face. After the dust settled Six found herself standing in front of an ornate wooden mirror that was surprisingly clean given where it had been left to rot for so long.
Six ran her fingers over the carefully carved wood that surrounded the mirror before making eye contact with her own tired reflection. Her tangled and messy black hair was tied back in a ponytail that was doing little to keep the hair out of her face. Her eyes had dark circles underneath them, and mild bruising from a recent fight. Her cheek wore a deep scar from a fight that she couldn’t remember and a noticeable scar on her forehead from a much more recent event. Despite the filth, and somewhat traditionally unattractive traits she couldn’t help but think she looked beautiful. It had been a while since she had looked at her appearance in a reflective surface so it was no surprise that Six found herself retying back her hair, and cleaning the dirt off of her face with her sleeve. She could only suppose that she was beginning to go mad as she stared at the mirror, because she could almost swear that her movements were somewhat delayed in some way as she moved her hand across her face. She stared at her reflection for several more moments before her hands drifted to remove her coat tossing it onto the bed nearby leaving her in just her outfit underneath, and whatever equipment she had currently attached to her.
Six removed her holsters, and guns from her pants setting it down next to the mattress thus beginning the process of getting somewhat undressed. She knew what she was about to do was neither rational nor normal by any means, but people are rarely rational during moments of lust. She maintained eye contact with her reflection as she began unbuttoning her shirt to reveal the dirt, and blood stained tank top she wore underneath it. She unbuttoned it fully, and slid the shirt off her shoulders letting it drop to the ground next to the blanket previously covering the mirror.
As she looked at her reflection she couldn’t help, but imagine her own lips against her. She imagined how her own flesh would feel against her fingers, and what kind of sounds she would make in response to the touches. As her mind wandered her hands drifted down to her pants as she undoes the button and zipper to slide them down her legs, and kick them aside near where her shirt was currently laying unattended on the ground. She slid her panties off as well letting them drop to the ground as she slowly moved to a somewhat kneeling position spreading her legs as she did. She looked at the mirror as she preformed this action her left hand maneuvered down between her legs. She watched as her reflection did the same as she inserted two fingers inside herself beginning with a slow and gentle rhythm to begin her session. Six’s eyes were trained on the movements of her wrist in the mirror, and the way her thumb rested on her thigh.
Her hands moved up to under her shirt to feel up her own breast with her index finger gently swiping over her nipple causing it to harden a little in response. Six let out a little breathy moan in response to her own action looking herself in the mirror as she does. Her left hand begins to pick up the pace causing her to moan a little again. Her mind drifts to the thought of this supposed clone of herself and the things she would to her if the clone would let her.
Six pinched her nipple probably a tad harder than necessary causing her to let out a groan of both a mix of pleasure and pain as she maintained a steady pace with her left hand. She had no reason to bother staying quiet both because there was probably no one in the area, and because she was rarely very loud during intimate acts anyway.
She kept her eyes on her reflection especially on her flushed face as she finally reached the finish line. She removed her left hand from between her legs staring at her two soaked fingers as she transitioned from an awkward kneeling position with her legs spread to just simply sitting on her legs in front of the mirror. She let out a shaky breath as she sat for a few moments staring at her reflection, and watching as it mirrored her every action as expected coming from a reflection.