With a smile on her cheek nineteen year old Mia Nordberg pushed the door undefendable. With some difficultness she managed to sweep her three suitcases inside and the doorway closed. The hallway was not very warm but it was still much better that the dusty autumn weather outside. The building was close to a hundred years old but careful restoration had kept it in perfect condition. Mia studied the old fashioned ornamentation on the pillars of hallway until her gaze fell on the instrument panel just inside the door.

At the ace apartment at the 3rd floor she read the gens Lisa Larsson."Seems they have not had sentence to dispatch the old name,"Mia thought as she felt some discomfort.

It was a blessing that she could move to this apartment instead of living with her auntie but the way the apartment became empty was not pleasant. At first the break of the day paper had only included a small poster that 22 years old Lisa Larsson had gone missing. The police had treated it as an ordinary disappearance until a journalist found Lisa 's journal in a public trash can.

The diary described how Lisa Larsson had been afraid of a stalker. No deion was given about who but Lisa wrote repeatedly that she thought that the sneak had intimate intents towards her. The newspapers saw the possibility for selling extra written matter and started investigating what Lisa had done the last hours before her disappearing.

In truth the reporters did n't encounter a good deal evidence, but there was enough to spin a tale about a intimate scandal. The last eventide Lisa had been out dancing on a nearby pub. A phone number of people had remembered Lisa because how flirtatious she had acted when she literally started to give out with some male person on the dance story. Late in the night she had left followed by a two unknown men she attracted during the dancing.

The police continued the investigation and finally concluded that it sounded probable Lisa had been abducted on her way home, but the search had so far turned unsuccesful. Mia had only been following the events with venial interest group but when she was offered Lisa apartment she had recalled what she had read.

The elevator was very small and Mia and her traveling bag filled it up completely."Aunt Helen would not have been able to fit herself with all the suitcases with her,"Mia thought and imagined her aunt trying to bosom her circle body into the elevator.

auntie Helen was very fond of cooking and had constantly been trying to do Mia eat more. Mia on the other hand was very fond of her slim nicely trimmed physical structure and had found the never-ending bickering about her not eating too much a real hassle. It was a great relief to get a shoes of her own.

With a bit of annoyance Mia for the second time pushed the button for the top floor but the elevator refused to move. She twisted around and realized her misapprehension.

"The elevator was designed for four base but the house got only three,"Mia thought and pressed the right button. The elevator started to make a motion and Mia waited as the elevator climbed slowly. Finally the lift came to block and she looked on a door with the public figure Lisa Larsson. The layout of the house was a bit unusual since the lift and steps were in different parts of the construction. Thus there were no hall in front man of the door. The doors to the apartments could only be opened when the elevator was in place. Mia had heard about this when she signed the contract for the apartment but it still felt a bit Weird when she opened the room access and stepped directly into her new apartment.

Just like Lisa had done Mia rented the apartment with furniture and she was thus very curious when entered. Gunnar Westerlund, the builder of the house, had in his terminal will stated that the small apartments should be rented out to students of the university and thus a foundation kept the apartments furnished and ready for students.

Mia 's impression when she saw the furniture was a bit immix. Surely the old fashioned piece fit with peasant way of the house but it did not make it did not throw the flat look cozy.

The flat had only a small kitchen, a privy and a bedroom but it was surely a buy at the low rip cost. Mia pulled her suitcases into the sleeping room and placed them on the bed. Except from the water closet and the bed the only furniture in room was a huge mirror that filled nearly of the paries. The whole room could be seen in the mirror and it did thus construct the room sense a lot big than it really was.

Mia spent the even unpacking and checking that all the listed furniture and equipment listed on the contract really existed. Everything seemed to ticket and now when she was more at home in flat it did n't feel so weird.

"After all I will do the written report at the universality and mostly sleep and eat here,"Mia thought as she entered the sleeping accommodation. She stopped in strawman of the large mirror and did a tardily bout.

Mia like many others always did dream of becoming a model but she was a practical girl that realized that the chances for that were slim. She was magniloquent and svelte but her fuzz did n't really cut the fool. It was in a nice blond colouring but curled up too much. Without tying it up or using a ridiculous amount of hairspray her hair would stand up out in all focus. Mia also had to intromit that her breast looked a bit small-scale. It was slightly unfair since she used a size of it b-holder but combined with how tall she was her breasts did look humble.

As Mia looked at her vision in the mirror she felt a boot of excitement. Normally you only encountered entire distance mirrors in stores and there you could never really slack. It was great to make such a mirror in her bedchamber. She slowly went back and forward like she had been doing some model job. It was quite fun but her clothes seemed much to mundane to suit her fantasy. She paused and thought for a few seconds and then started to remove her dress. She knew that she and her female parent had not packed any daring clothes since she was going away to study but in only her lingerie with scads of skin exposed it would still look slightly titillating.

With a smile she repeated the slow paseo forward and back. Her white cotton underclothes looked very nice together with her sun tanned body. Mia tried to make a motion a bit more titillating and was very pleased with the resolution. If the male child looking at her eubstance imagined imaginativeness as this one she could infer that they were looking.

"I bet I could praxis in front man of this mirror here so that I could take to turn any boy crazy with luxuria,"she thought but then noticed the clip and understood that it was time to sleep.

She made the bed with her bed linen paper and a couple minutes later she was in her bed. She could not see the mirror in the duskiness but know it was there. As she tried to log Z's her imagination kept returning to practicing in front of the mirror.

"I will buy some more fit clothes tomorrow,"Mia decided before she fell asleep.

* * *

Mia felt with child when she came awake the next morning. She had slept only in a white nightgown and when she got up she could not baulk dropping the nightgown. She stood totally nude in front end of the mirror and covered her buck private parts with only her handwriting.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall am I not the most sexy teen you ever have seen ?"Mia thought and pretended to be rubbing her puss.

It was nothing she normally did. She was a virgin and had never really felt the impulse to do more than try out how she looked down there. Still she had to admit that her image in the mirror looked even more erotic when she did this.

"I will late for class if I do n't start moving,"she reluctantly realized and rushed away to the bathroom.

The day went painfully slowly but finally it was over. Finally she arrived home plate and entered the lift. She pushed the button and was fugitive confused when nothing happened until she recalled that it was not the top release she was supposed to use.

Besides from her backpack she also had a shopping bag filled with wearing apparel. It had felt very weird to buy such lingerie and dress but she could barely stand waiting to try them in front of the mirror. The fact that she had used most of her spare cash for the month was a potential problem, but she felt it was Charles Frederick Worth it.

When she came inside the rushed to bathroom and changed her apparel. She wanted to see the meld impression the new dress would wee-wee as soon as possible.

With dying steps she entered her sleeping room.

"Will the mirror like my visual aspect,"she wondered and then dismissed the silly idea,"How could an mirror have thoughts ?"

A heavy smile filled her fount as she saw herself in the mirror. She had a red mini and a black top and it did just get the icon she had intended.

"I could render myself dancing daring in social movement of the son in these apparel,"Mia thought and tried some dancing dance step. This made her retort back to world as she realized how novice like her saltation steps looked.

She liked the sexy figure she could see in the mirror as her script rested on her hips but she had not the skill to really trip the light fantastic toe. She had never been interested in such thing.

She felt joy over the melioration her clothes did to her appearance, but then she reluctantly looked towards her back pack filled with books that lay on the trading floor in the hallway. She really needed to read the chapters they had discussed at the university. All day she had been thinking on the clothes she would buy on the way home and thus she had not been paying attention.

"I can save that for later,"she thought and started to practice session in movement of mirror.

She let her men slide over body and seductively moved her hips. Slowly she invented new dance whole tone and even while she sometimes stumbled she noticed that she was improving. When she finally ended practicing she noticed that it was completely black-market outside. After eating she could not get her nightie and she decided to slumber in her underwear.

* * *

The next morning Mia slowly woke up. In her sleep she had kicked the bed cover of and thus the first base she saw when she woke up was her semi nude painting look-alike in the mirror. She giggled with delight as she saw herself. The bed looked just like if a lover had shared it with her and just recently left. She recalled the titillating pose she had done yesterday sunup and decided to do some posing.

With trembling digit she let her script slide inside her panties. With a smile on her mouth she looked towards the mirror to see how she looked.

"Surely erotic but it looks kind of dull since my hand is still,"Mia realized annoyed. Slowly she started to rub her pussy and was very satisfied with the result. The stretch out fabric of her panties looked very indicatory as her hired man moved under it.

She continued this for a while. Carefully she let a finger slide inside to experience her maidenhood.

"I wonder what the big great deal about masturbation is,"she thought. Her body was filled with tingling and she continued her slow detrition. As her fingers passed over her slit she noticed that it had become slightly moist.

"Is this how intimate agitation feels ?"Mia wondered and moaned. Her whole organic structure trembled as her inexperienced finger's breadth played with her private function. Suddenly Mia thought that she heard person crying out something and sat up with startled expression on her face. She had no idea what the voice had said but as she looked around she saw the watch beside the bed.

"I will be late for form !"she realized and this broke her temper. She jumped into her wearing apparel and picked up her backpack and ran.

Mia arrived to right room at the university at the close possible import and sat down at Saami consequence as the teacher started talking. She had hoped that the fabric from yesterday would be repeated since she had forgotten to register it but soon found out that this Leslie Townes Hope was unwarranted. The day dragged on and Mia struggled to keep up with the others. With annoyance Mia also noted that the Guy did n't seem to see her at all. Two former beautiful fair sex had all the attending from the males.

"I bet this would transfer if they saw me in my red miniskirt or screw what I did a few hr ago,"Mia thought blushing as she recalled her masturbation. She wished that she was back in front man of the mirror and could wind up the project.

Finally the day was over and Mia hurried back home. When she came to the elevator she for once remembered to push the right release and elevator started it 's decelerate rise. When Mia came inside she did n't even call back about reading her Holy Writ, instead she rushed inside to change dress and a few instant later she was standing in social movement of the mirror.

All the worries from the long day melted away as she practiced to dance. If there had been a watcher both days he would have noticed that Mia dance was growing More and more erotic. Her manpower would slide over her hips and seductively perpetrate her skirt up. She throw kiss towards the mirror and giggled in joy as she saw how a great deal her skill had improved.

"I bet no boy could resist me,"she thought and this made her sex tingle with anticipation.

She noticed that she was hungry and went to the kitchen to find herself some food.

"I need to get out and to see if all my practice has paid of,"she decided. After she was finished eating she exited her flat. Out on the street she danced forward without caring about the frigid fall weather.

The street was completely deserted and it was a succor when she saw an loose pub. As she walked closer her hand drifted under her top and started to fiddle with her left mamilla until it became rear.

"Time to show the guy how titillating a woman can be,"Mia thought and danced forward with a grin on her lips. It was a shame that she bought such a modest skirt, why had she not got one that made it more easy to wink her underwear ?

As she approached the door she eyed the foretoken of the pub and in some unusual way it disturbed her.

"I have never been try before, and that is a commodity, would be form of embarrassing if the guys knew me,"she thought.

She was just on the way to go into when she suddenly froze as she remembered why the name felt familiar.

"It is the same pub that Lisa Larsson visited before she disappeared,"Mia realized and stumbled backwards. She still felt a hungriness to go inside and terpsichore but was she not just now exactly repeating what Lisa had done before her disappearance.

With an effort of will top executive she gathered her force and walked back towards home.

She entered the small lift and pushed the top button. As the elevator climbed upwards she closed her centre and tried to calm down.

"Something weird is going on, why else would a shy person like me doing the Same thing as Lisa did,"she thought.

The elevator came to an stop and Mia opened her middle. It was nice that the landlord had removed Lisa Larson 's public figure from the door, but weirdly they had not put any new public figure there. Mia frowned at this but then noticed this since the door was ajar.

"What was I thinking when left earlier, leaving home with an capable door ?"she wondered as she entered the apartment.

It took a couple of seconds for Mia to register the truth. The layout of the hallway was identical to hers but it was not her apartment. The wall was covered with exposure of nude fille and the clothes hanging there was not hers. With a red face Mia turned back towards the elevator and pushed the button for floor three. goose egg happened, confused she looked around but then recalled that the room access to the apartment must be closed if the elevator should strike. She closed the door but elevator would still not move.

"Wait a secondment, how could the lift get here in the first place if this doorway was ajar ?"she wondered. She tried a duet of more times but the lift would not move and thus there were no option but the enter the apartment again. She looked into the kitchen but except the remains from somebody 's breakfast it was empty. She knocked on the threshold to the bedroom but there were no answer.

She pushed the door open but found it vacate. In fact the apartment was sparingly furnished. Only the tumid wall mirror and a death chair was standing there. The chair captured her attention since mortal had attached a huge dildo at the kernel of it. Mia stared in mental rejection at the vast dildo, it was almost as wide as her arm. She could not believe that a girlfriend could take such giant inside her.

As she looked on the rest of the elbow room she felt the familiar tingle when she looked at the mirror, how aphrodisiacal she would look like in front of the mirror. With an effort of will she looked away from the mirror. Something about the electric chair looked familiar and Mia suddenly turned towards the pictures on the wall behind her. All the girls on the video was doing the Lapplander affair. They were sitting on the chair with the dildo buried inside their wet folds. With fascination Mia studied the face of incredible luxuria that could be seen in their faces. Suddenly she felt apprehension as she recognized the 11th pic from the paper, it was without doubt twenty year old Lisa Larson that had gone missing a few week ago.

"I must get out of her as soon as possible, I do n't like this seat,"Mia thought with apprehensiveness in her centre and returned to the elevator. She did n't get surprised when the elevator still refused to proceed but suppressed her fear as looked for another exit.

She felt a strong urge to go and practice in front of the mirror but she suppressed this feeling too.

"I can use the stair,"she realized but where the threshold out should throw been there was only a savorless paries. She walked through the flat looking for some option she had missed at the same time as she without any conscious decision started to rub her breasts.

"Perhaps it is possible to climb down on the outside of the house,"she thought and walked to the spread out bedroom window.

As she looked outside she noticed with surprisal that not a undivided mansion of the autumn could be seen. It looked like it was in the center of the summer. Mia looked down and cried out in fear. Halfway down to the reason an consistency hung in the air suspended by nothing. It was an man clothed in old fashioned apparel. His nerve was frozen in incredible concentration as his bridge player seemed to aim back towards the window. Mia stumbled backwards in fear.

She turned and as her gaze fell on the mirror she felt her finger's breadth moving to move out her clothes. With a thick sigh Mia managed to discontinue innocent and she ran out into the kitchen. Away from the mirror the longing was easier to handle. She looked around the kitchen and noticed a diminished notepad on the dinner table. To get something to do she opened to see if there were any clues about what was going on. From the handwriting she guessed that the writer must be a woman.

'' I am afraid. Something Wyrd is going on. I pushed wrong button and the lift moved to fourth level but there are only three flooring in this building, '' she read. The text continued but was turning to a greater extent and more to be only be about thought about onanism.

Mia turned the page and found that there was a new someone composition. `` In some way I have become trapped here too. I do n't eff if the former fille me made it out. The yearning to do filthy things in straw man of the mirror is driving me nuts. I think that I must resist or else something bad will happen. I will be flop back, must look at a indorsement look at that big dildo. '' There were no more entry 's with the same handwriting.

Mia continued to turn pages but there was just random view from confused lady friend. In the tenth handwriting she again found some occupy entropy. `` It seems I am the one-tenth victim of this trick trap. I have never believed in such things as magic but the evidences are unacceptable to brush off. When you look down from the bedroom window you can see a man hanging frozen in the air. Is the veridical cakehole that you should use the dildo in the bedroom or is that you try to climb down past that man. He is hanging so close to edifice that you need to equal him if you want to get down. I am not indisputable but I think that it is Gustaf Westerlund, the man who built this building. '' With dread Mia turned the page and found a last entry. `` I am sure now. The stalker I thought was following me is not a living being. This whole building is intended to trap girls like us. I do n't live about the reasonableness but I intend to get out before I loose my will power. ``

"The last one penning must be Lisa Larson. Her diary talked about being afraid of a stalker,"Mia thought and picked the pencil up to pen herself. She thought about dropping a short letter from the window or shouting for help but it sounded unconvincing that it would do any beneficial. All the world outside was flash-frozen except herself.

"If the mirror or elevator brought me her it should be capable to contribute me back. I just need to figure out how they work,"she thought but it was growing harder and toilsome to think. Her panties had become soaked and all thoughts returned back towards onanism.

"The danger must be the dildo if I understand the remark from the others right. Thus if I avoid using that but masturbate in forepart of the mirror I will get relief so that I can think straight again, she thought and after writing this down she walked towards the bedroom.

With rush she dropped her apparel and looked at her magniloquent bare trunk in the mirror. Without hesitating she started to run with herself. She trembled as her digit played with herself. She was so damp that it was dripping down her retentive legs. It felt artificial as she saw herself masturbating without abandon. She was panting with inflammation now but she was still not there yet. A couplet of fingers was inside her trusting but even while it felt great they did n't do more than contribute her to the bound.

"I need more stimulation !"the intellection as she trembled with lust.

"Perhaps it is prolonged used of the dildo that is dangerous,"she thought and this thinking was plenty to make her paseo to the chair. Without any real hesitation she guided the gigantic dildo inside her. She felt it rip through her virginity at the Saame time as she screamed in sexual upheaval. Her whole body trembled as belief of intense lustfulness ripped through her being. She opened her eyes to see her image in the mirror. To her surprise she instead saw through the mirror into what must be her own room. Her own poppycock was gone and on her bed an unsung nude statue girl lay masturbating.

"The next dupe,"Mia thought and this was her finale thought process before everything went black. The terminal thing she saw was the young woman confusedness as she thought that she had heard someone calling out to her.

The End