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.
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