by Carl East
The Mirror
Published by Carl East
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Copyright 2010 - Carl East
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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. This had no effect what so ever, 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 of age 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 past 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 person 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 on to 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 posture 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 it informed me 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; it was 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 three some and group. The very first one I chose was a three some, 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 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 enquiring 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 th
e years the shop had gone through some 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 too 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 your self 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 never the less, 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 cloths 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 through out 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. Shooting one two then three loads 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 too, 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 TV 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 was 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.
The next book I picked up was entitled 'Sexual Fantasies,' it had things like three some and group, but the one that caught my eye was 'Dominari,' which meant dominate. I spoke the word out loud and suddenly found myself tied to the bed. In front of me stood a six foot dark haired woman, whose body would've made other women wet. She held a whip, I wasn't totally sure about this, but I was never a one for not trying new things, so I said 'Start.' She lashed out whipping my chest, and then she proceeded to tear my clothes off, and once I was naked she sat astride my face and literally forced me to lick her out.
I found this strangely arousing, as I buried my tongue into her pussy she began to writhe moving back and forth over my tongue. Then she reached around taking hold of my cock and started to expertly jerk me off. But whenever she felt I was on the verge of coming she would grab the base and stop me. Only when she had climaxed did she finish me off; my seed shot out like a canon firing. I had not known that this form of sex could be so arousing. Once she had finished, the spell had come to an end, and then every thing was back as it was, even my clothes. I must have used that spell thousands of times while I was trapped.
I had lost count of the amount of years I was in that room, but I never did want to be freed. I did however know that one day someone would take my place. This was going to be that day; I had seen a young couple enter the store. They looked at the mirror first, and I could see him pointing to the inscription and saying something, but you couldn't hear what was being said. Then her mouth started to move so I knew that she was replying, and then they started to mouth the same words together, all of a sudden I was free. I didn't want to be, but I was, I turned around and spoke the words again, but to no avail.
It seems it only works once for each person, looking around I discovered that the shop had reverted to how it looked when I first arrived. I soon realized that it let your life continue from when you entered or soon after. I walked away feeling cheated; I couldn't go back to my life after this. My life before the mirror was boring, so I decided as I left the shop that I would fill my life with the excitement I had found there. As I walked away, I mouthed the words 'Thank you.'
Chapter 3
Janet and Stephen were looking for a nice mirror for their apartment; it was Janet that spotted it through the window of the antique store. Upon investigation they had stumbled into the mirror's trap, and found them selves in a small room. Had they not pronounced the very last word inscribed at the bottom of the mirror simultaneously, one of them would not be there. But they had, so they were. After trying to get out for two days they started to lose hope. They had found the spell books that would help them stay fed and entertained, and the letters that were left by those imprisoned before them.
"T
his letter is dated 12/11/99 which probably means he was the one we freed," said Stephen.
"Yes, so what's your point?" replied Janet.
"Only that he say's, "He was finally happy, and that he curses the day that someone will free him," said Stephen.
"How could anybody, be happy being a prisoner?" retorted Janet.
"Well, if you were a lonely man/woman, I could see this being a very nice way of spending life, it beats the nine to five routine we had," replied Stephen.
"Only a man would say that," commented Janet.
"Oh what…like you HATE sex?" said Stephen.
"No, I like sex as much as the next guy/gal, but I don't have to be locked in a small room to enjoy it," she replied.