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The Mirror

Chapter 1

I watch and wait that's all I can do, because
I'm trapped in limbo, and it was knowledge that got me here.

I wanted it all, the eternal youth and the
never ending life span but it wasn't worth it. You see seventy-five
years ago I was looking for something special; I had gone shopping
with my husband. He’d gone off to search for tools, while I browsed
for bargains; I’d found an antique shop. Upon entering the store I
was struck by how unusual some of the items were, and unique, the
prices were fair as well which surprised me.

Then I found what was going to be a curse; it
was a big oblong mirror that had its own stand. It stood out from
everything else in that shop, but it wasn't just the mirror I had
noticed. There was writing inscribed at the base, I recognized as
Latin, it read, 'Perpetualis Aetas-atis Cessare' which meant
Perpetual Aging Cease. At first I couldn't make out the last word,
and to this day I wish I never had. For no sooner had I read the
words in Latin than I was transported into a small room.

At first I was startled by these turn of
events, and then I became worried, because upon turning around I
found myself on the opposite side of the mirror. The shop was
there, plus the shopkeeper. I banged on the glass, to no avail; I
then picked up the one and only chair in this small space and tried
to smash the glass with no effect. After trying for several hours
to extricate myself from this prison I had to concede that there
was no way out. I decided to look around at my surroundings. It was
pretty cramped in here, with three walls and the only window being
the mirror.

There was also a bookshelf, with several
books that were covered in dust, picking one at random off the
shelf I blew the dust off the top. It was entitled 'Spells and
Their Effects' this had to be a fictitious book. Opening the book I
found it had magic spells that were in alphabetical order. Turning
to the index, I found a row of words all in Latin; the one that
struck me first was the word 'Sexus' which simply meant sex. I
spoke the word out loud, suddenly there was a naked man standing in
front of me.

I jumped back, surprised that anything had
happened, and then I noticed his cock. He had a magnificent
specimen, and he was fully erect, but he never said a word. Being a
twenty-four year old hot-blooded female, I couldn't help but be
aroused. I walked around him, checking out the rest of his body. He
had a lovely ass small and round, I couldn't help myself when I
reached for his cock. He never flinched as I passed it from one
hand to the other; slowly I started to jerk it in my closed
hand.

Only then did he make a move, I discovered
later that all I had to do was initiate sex first, for the man to
respond. The response I got was mind blowing; he immediately
started to undress me. I allowed him to strip me naked, and then he
picked me up placing his cock at the entrance of my pussy, he then
impaled me with it. No normal man could possibly do what he then
did; he stood pulling me up and down onto his huge cock for at
least thirty minutes before coming.

Once he’d placed me on my feet he vanished. I
sat in the chair totally exhausted at what just happened; I had
climaxed a number of times during that session. Regaining my
composure I decided to read the books at my disposal. The second
one I took off the shelf was entitled 'The Mirror' this was the one
I was compelled to read. The first page explained how the mirror
worked, and who had created it.

Apparently it was made by a sorcerer of the
late thirteenth century whose name was Azamond; he’d intended to
use it before he died. It also went on to explain that while in the
mirror the person wouldn't age, in effect he/she would be immortal.
That was all well and good, but if you're a prisoner, you're a
prisoner, whether you’re immortal or not and nothing could change
that. The part that really pissed me off was when I read that the
only way out was for someone else to read the inscription in
Latin.

They would then take the place of the one
already trapped, but the chances of someone else being able to read
Latin let alone speak it out loud was remote. I put that book down
for now and picked up the spell book again, looking through it I
found various words for food. In fact there were four pages
dedicated to various foods, I thought I'd better try one, so I said
out loud 'Bos-bovis' which meant beef. There in front of me
appeared several cuts of roast beef sitting on a plate that was
sitting on a tray. I picked it up to find it was well cooked and
still hot, 'at least I'm not going to starve' I thought. After the
first day of this I started to get a little depressed, for I had
seen my husband come into the shop, no doubt concerned at my
disappearance. I felt frustrated that I could see him and do
nothing about it, and then I read the spell book from cover to
cover.

Although it had some wonderful spells in it,
it just couldn't help get me out of here. After a few weeks I had
resigned myself to thinking that the only way out was for someone
to read the inscription as I had done. A lot of people did look
very closely at the mirror, and even the inscription, but none of
them spoke the words out loud. After a few months of this I started
to treat the mirror as my home, it wasn't all bad in fact the
things I did while in that room were unbelievable. Azamond must
have loved sex for there was another book here entitled 'Sexual
Fantasies' after trying one of these spells I wondered if I would
ever want to leave.

You see it had categories of various sexual
combinations, like a threesome and a group. The very first one I
chose was a threesome; I spoke the words and a large bed appeared
half filling the room. At either side of the bed stood two handsome
young men, both were naked with large erect cocks. I stripped naked
and then lay on the bed, once I felt comfortable I said 'you can
start' hands were then all over me probing my inner thigh and
fondling my breasts. It bothered me that these men wouldn't or
couldn't speak, but I still enjoyed their attention. One of them
opened my legs wide while kneeling on the bed in front of me, and
after pressing his cock against my pussy he pushed it home. The
other one was kissing, licking and pulling at my tits like they
were dessert.

All the men that I summoned had big cocks and
the one that was servicing me at the moment was no exception. He
ploughed his cock into my moist cunt like his life depended on it.
My orgasms were coming thick and fast, I truly let myself go,
screaming for him to go faster. He was suddenly fucking me with
such speed that I was having multiple orgasms, in fact after ten
minutes of this I had to slow him down. My body was tingling and
shaking, the emotions I was experiencing were alien to me. He had
by now slowed down his pace, but once he came the other one
replaced him.

Again I was subjected to an overwhelming
feeling of lust. My thoughts were only aimed at the fucking. I was
receiving his cock and it was making me feel like a slut, as I
repeatedly screamed out profanity. By the time this was all over I
fell into a long sleep totally exhausted. That was how my days were
spent in this prison, now seventy-five years later the mirror was
again being seen by a prospective buyer. It was a middle-aged man
who looked closely at the inscription below the mirror; I started
to get excited when he attempted to read it.

He then stopped looking, and crossed over to
join the shopkeeper, but after talking with him for a while he came
back. I assumed that he was inquiring as to what the mirror cost,
he then started to read the inscription again, only this time he
finished it. I found myself back in the shop, but the decor had
changed, for over the years the shop had gone through many changes.
Now it looked like the day I had discovered the mirror; just then
my husband popped his head around the shop door, asking me if I had
finished browsing.

At that moment I realized what had happened.
You get the chance to carry on where you left off. I could never
tell anybody what had happened, for they would probably lock me up.
I felt sorry for the middle-aged man that had taken my place, but
knew that he would be all right in the end. As I left the shop I
looked back at the mirror, it had been my home for seventy-five
years. I will miss some parts of this experience, but my freedom
meant more to me than carnal pleasures. I walked away not looking
back again.

Chapter 2

I’d spotted the mirror from the window as I
passed, and thought 'that looks interesting,' so I entered the
establishment to find it was an antique store. The mirror was the
freestanding sort, with its own legs; I bent down to look at the
inscription at the bottom. It was in Latin, which I had studied at
university, as I started to read the proprietor called over to ask
if I needed any help. I got up and crossed over to him asking how
much the mirror cost. He told me two hundred and fifty, which I
thought was a bargain.

I went back to the mirror, and started to
read the inscription, suddenly I found myself in a small room. Upon
turning round I found to my horror that I was on the other side of
the mirror. No matter what I tried, I couldn't get free. Trying to
stay calm I picked up one of the books, which were on the only
shelf in this room. Upon opening it a piece of paper fell out, it
read.

If you are reading this letter, then you are
trapped inside the mirror. In fact, you have probably set me free,
and for this I am sorry. I do not wish my freedom at the expense of
others, but that is how it works I'm afraid. You see, someone has
to say the words inscribed on the base of the mirror before the
occupant can go free, and be replaced by the one who spoke them.
You cannot interact with those on the outside, but you can keep
yourself occupied, by using the spell books you have already found.
The only benefit I have found is that you do not age, but that is
little consolation when you’re a prisoner.

I couldn't believe what I was reading, but
the evidence was there to see, sitting down I pondered at what my
next course of action should be. Looking at the index to the book I
was still holding, I found it was all written in Latin. The word
that struck me first was 'Sexus' which meant sex, so I spoke it out
loud.

A beautiful naked woman suddenly appeared in
front of me, I almost dropped the book. I had hoped this was a
dream, a surreal one, but a dream nevertheless, but it wasn't. I
looked at the woman in front of me; she had the most perfect
breasts I think I’ve ever seen, and a body to match. I spoke to her
asking her where I was, but she either wouldn't speak or couldn't,
I reached out and cupped her left breast.

She immediately came to life, and responded
to my touch by reaching over and kissing me. I wasn't about to let
this opportunity go by. So I began to take my clothes off, once
ready she proceeded to get to her knees and take my cock into her
mouth. She was an expert in that department, for my nine-inch cock
was disappearing down her throat. My moans of pleasure were such
that it was echoing throughout the room. She never slowed her
sucking of my cock, even when I became over zealous and grabbed
hold of her head to pull it towards me. My balls were starting to
go tighter as the sperm started to come up through my cock; I came
with a force that I’d never experienced before. I shot one, two,
and then another load into the back of her throat.

She took it all, never once gagging or
coughing, until my balls were completely drained, and then she just
vanished. My god, if that's what I have to look forward to, for how
ever long it takes for someone to read the inscription, then I hope
no one ever does. I quickly got down to studying the various
volumes, looking through the spell books first. The food spells
were good I thought, trying a couple out and producing some fruit.
There were some entertaining spells as well, such as the voyeur
spell.

All though I didn't know it was a voyeur
spell until I tried it, you see the word in question was 'Servare'
which means observe. Once I had pronounced the word, a moving
picture almost resembling a television appeared on one of the
walls. The scene was of a couple making love, this was like having
my own porn channel. I experimented with this one, and soon
discovered that saying the word twice would rid me of anything I
conjured. When I said it again, the scene was different this time
two men were taking one woman, I had to watch this.

She looked sultry; as the two men placed her
totally naked onto the bed, and then one of them got on top and
entered her pussy. Then he rolled over taking her with him, so that
she was now on top, the other man then joined in by lubricating his
cock, and then placed it at the entrance to her ass before pushing
it in. She clearly loved it, for although this spell lacked sound
you could see her mouth the words more and harder. I suddenly
realized that I could summon beautiful women, so why should I watch
it. I got rid of the image, and carried on reading the book. One
spell that I would be using on a regular basis translated to
massage, it made appear a gorgeous woman and a bed. I got on the
bed and received the best damn massage I had had in my entire life.
She covered every inch of my body, making it a sensual experience
as well as a relaxing one. The more I discovered of this so-called
prison the more I liked it.