As I dreamed in the blackness, I in memory saw how the evil mirror had come into our lives. It was a gift for our wedding that had been sent to us by an old girlfriend of mine. It seemed odd at the time for I always thought that Lydia had held a grudge for the way we had ended, but we accepted it in good faith. How naΓ―ve and stupid we were. It was this cursed thing that would be the source of all the misfortunes in our life that were to follow.
I saw in my dreams my wife whom I loved so dearly and lusted after more than any woman I had ever known. She was not tall, only five foot three, but she had a wonderfully sexy body, an incredible rack, and a slim, athletic waist (she had been a dancer when she was younger.) Her chestnut hair reached in lovely waves to her shoulders and framed her beautiful heart shaped face and contrasted fetchingly with her green eyes. I called her Dee and even after seven years of marriage I was still desperately in love with her.
I was awoken from this pleasant vision of my wife by a jolt as if I had fallen a long distance and found myself blinking in the bright sunlight. I was sitting in an amphitheater surrounded by a crowd of men and women dressed in the manner of Rome in the early empire. Once again I could not move, except to turn my head nor make any noise, but around me the throng were working themselves up into a fever pitch. The arena at the center of the amphitheater was small, not more than 100 feet in diameter and covered in sand as was usually the case. There was an imperial box, which was tenanted by a rather cruel looking man of about fifty wearing the purple cloak of an emperor and a haughty looking noble woman of maybe forty years of age. The remainder of the crowd seemed like they came from the upper echelons of society and I guessed that this was a private theater used by the nobility for their special performances. Another odd thing was the wooden bed in the center of the arena. It was shaped strangely almost like a letter A with two posts close together at the head and two posts far apart at the base, with a cut out between them. It was carved with flower and satyrs and nymphs all in the throws of some sexual act. Then the crowd roared even louder and I saw what had their attention.
Two Roman Soldiers were dragging my wife by her wrists through the archway into this small private arena. She strained against them, pulling in the opposite direction, dragging her feet, but they just laughed.
"There is something special planned for you domina." One leered at her.
She sees in the middle of the arena sitting on the sandy floor, the mockery of a marriage bed and she knew. She was going to be raped.
"No! No, Oh God."
She broke free for an instant twisting away from her captors and running for the exit. Waiting at the archway was a third soldier. Together all three men restrained her again. The third lifted her by her ankles and transported her struggling body to the place of her destruction, the strange bed. Two held her standing before the throng, while the third ripped her cotton gown from her. She stood naked but for a white gauzy loin clothe barely covering her bush, her beautiful full breasts heaving. The crowd shouts its approval. Then while she twisted and struggled the soldier who ripped her clothes from her chained her ankle to one bedpost. Laughing the two soldiers released her and backed away, while the centurion tossed a gladius to the bed.
"To defend your honor, domina." He mocked with a half bow and then left the arena with the others.
She is confused but she took up the weapon and glanced around to see what new threat awaited her. The crowd is hushed with anticipation. What special fate has been reserved for my poor darling. They didn't wait long. One of the portoculises is raised. My wife whipped around to see what has been released into the arena with her, and gasped with disbelief. Four bestial creatures shambled onto the sands. They walk upright like men but have the features of wild boar. Their lower halves are hairy and their legs terminate in cloven hooves. Their corpulent torsos are no hairier than a hirsute man, but their faces were a hideous blend of a human face and beast, tusked and drooling. They sighted their prey in the center of the arena and squealed and grunted with anticipation.
"Porkus!" The crowd shouted. "Porkus construpator!"
My wife screamed in disbelief. "No! God no! This can't be happening. She looked around for some means of escape, but all she sees is that cursed mirrors all identical to the first are being lowered down to the arena. She saw all around her the reflections of herself and the beasts that approached her, their intent now hideously clear. The boar-men spread out and tried to encircle her, while she tries desperately to use the blade to fend them off. They snorted and drooled with lust for the half-naked woman before them and one impatiently lunged toward her. My darling swung the gladius around just in time and impaled the beast through the gut, mostly by chance. It squealed madly and thrashed in its own blood it falling to the sandy floor. But, never having killed anything larger than a bug before, she hesitated and was lost. From behind her one beast grabbed her sword arm while another grabbed her left wrist. They Quickly disarmed her, and, together they began to drag her to the bed. She struggled and kicked, but to no avail. The third beast-man, the largest of the remaining trio, tore her loin-clothe away from her body and she is displayed naked to the cheering crowd. She was screaming with rage and terror, weeping and cursing as they held her thrashing body down on the bed and the third one grasped her by the ankles and begins to pull her legs wide. He positioned himself standing in the v-shaped cutout in the bed. He wanted to take her standing. She struggled fiercely, but they are too strong. The big ones hands are on her thighs, his cock jutted hard in front of him, dripping with his lust. He motioned to the other two and they pull her upright so she is in a sitting position face to face with the monster.
She screamed defiantly into its face and is rewarded by a backhanded blow across her face. Again and again he strikes her open handed, her head snapped back by the blows and then he struck her hard in the abdomen, knocking the wind from her. She gasped as the two holding her released their grip and she fell back on the bed. They moved off to the side to give an unobstructed view as their fellow forced himself on her. I could see the absolute horror in her eyes as in the accursed mirror she saw, the monster positioning his cock between her soft white thighs. She weakly tried to struggle, but she was still fighting for a good breath, when grasping her by her waist he began to force himself inside her body. Her hands futilely tried to push him away as, he goes deeper into her again, and again and then on the third thrust he is fully there and she founds enough wind to shriek with pain and outrage.