With a smile on her face 19 year old Mia Nordberg pushed the door open. With some trouble she managed to tangle her three suitcases inside and the room access closed. The hall was not very warm but it was still much better that the cold autumn atmospheric condition outside. The building was ending to a hundred long time old but measured return had kept it in perfective condition. Mia studied the old fashioned ornaments on the pillars of hallway until her gaze fell on the board just inside the door.

At the exclusive apartment at the one-third trading floor she read the name Lisa Larsson."Seems they have not had clip to remove the old name,"Mia thought as she felt some discomfort.

It was a grace that she could move to this apartment instead of animation with her aunty but the way the flat became evacuate was not pleasant. At initiatory the morning paper had only included a small poster that 22 days old Lisa Larsson had gone missing. The constabulary had treated it as an ordinary disappearance until a diary keeper found Lisa 's diary in a public folderol 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 stalker had sexual intents towards her. The paper saw the possibility for selling superfluous transcript and started investigating what Lisa had done the last hours before her disappearance.

In truth the reporter did n't observe much evidence, but there was enough to spin a tale about a sexual scandal. The shoemaker's last even Lisa had been out dancing on a nearby pub. A number of people had remembered Lisa because how flirtatious she had acted when she literally started to crap out with some male on the dance floor. Late in the night she had left followed by a two unknown men she attracted during the dance.

The police continued the investigation and finally concluded that it sounded potential Lisa had been abducted on her way home, but the hunting had so far turned unsuccesful. Mia had only been following the upshot with minor stake but when she was offered Lisa flat she had recalled what she had read.

The elevator was very small and Mia and her bag filled it up completely."aunt Helen of Troy would not have been able to fit herself with all the suitcases with her,"Mia thought and imagined her aunty trying to squeeze her round body into the lift.

aunt Helen was very fond of cooking and had constantly been trying to make Mia eat more. Mia on the other helping hand was very fond of her slim nicely trimmed body and had found the constant bickering about her not eating too much a real bother. It was a great rest to get a place of her own.

With a bit of annoying Mia for the second clip pushed the button for the top floor but the lift refused to move. She twisted around and realized her mistake.

"The elevator was designed for four floors but the house got only three,"Mia thought and pressed the flop clitoris. The elevator started to move and Mia waited as the elevator climbed slowly. Finally the elevator came to halt and she looked on a door with the name Lisa Larsson. The layout of the house was a bit unusual since the lift and stairs were in different voice of the building. Thus there were no hallway in front man of the door. The room access to the flat 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 unearthly when she opened the room access and stepped directly into her new apartment.

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

Mia 's opinion when she saw the furniture was a bit mixed. Surely the old fashion objet d'art fit with barbarian expressive style of the house but it did not get it did not cause the flat feel cozy.

The apartment had only a minuscule kitchen, a bathroom and a bedroom but it was surely a bargain at the low split cost. Mia pulled her suitcases into the chamber and placed them on the bed. Except from the cupboard and the bed the lone piece of furniture in room was a huge mirror that filled almost of the wall. The entirely room could be seen in the mirror and it did thus prepare the room feel a lot larger than it really was.

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

"After all I will do the field at the catholicity and mostly sleep and eat here,"Mia thought as she entered the chamber. She stopped in forepart of the vauntingly mirror and did a dense turn.

Mia like many others always did dreaming of becoming a model but she was a practical girl that realized that the opportunity for that were slim down. She was grandiloquent and slim but her hair did n't really cut the bell ringer. It was in a courteous blonde color but curled up too much. Without tying it up or using a farcical amount of hairspray her fuzz would tolerate out in all way. Mia also had to let in that her breasts looked a bit small. It was slightly unfair since she used a sizing b-holder but combined with how tall she was her breasts did expect small.

As Mia looked at her sight in the mirror she felt a rushing of excitement. Normally you only encountered good length mirrors in stores and there you could never really relax. It was gravid to take in such a mirror in her bedroom. She slowly went back and forward like she had been doing some exemplar job. It was quite fun but her clothes seemed lots to mundane to suit her fantasy. She paused and thought for a few seconds and then started to remove her clothes. She knew that she and her mother had not packed any daring apparel since she was going away to study but in only her lingerie with lots of skin exposed it would still seem slightly erotic.

With a smile she repeated the slow walkway forward and back. Her white cotton plant underwear looked very overnice together with her sun tanned organic structure. Mia tried to move a bit more titillating and was very pleased with the result. If the son looking at her body imagined vision as this one she could understand that they were looking.

"I bet I could drill in social movement of this mirror here so that I could find out to turn any boy crazy with lustfulness,"she thought but then noticed the time and understood that it was time to sleep.

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

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

* * *

Mia felt nifty when she came awake the next morning. She had slept only in a flannel nightdress and when she got up she could not resist dropping the nightgown. She stood totally nude in front of the mirror and covered her private function with only her manus.

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

It was cypher she normally did. She was a Virgo the Virgin and had never really felt the urge to do more than than examine 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 toilet.

The day went painfully slowly but finally it was over. Finally she arrived abode and entered the elevator. She pushed the push and was momentary confused when nothing happened until she recalled that it was not the top button she was supposed to use.

Besides from her packsack she also had a shopping bag filled with wearing apparel. It had felt very uncanny to buy such lingerie and wearing apparel but she could barely bear waiting to try them in front line of the mirror. The fact that she had used about of her spare part Johnny Cash for the calendar month was a possible problem, but she felt it was worth it.

When she came inside the rushed to bathroom and changed her clothes. She wanted to see the combined imprint the new clothes would make as soon as possible.

With queasy steps she entered her bedroom.

"Will the mirror like my appearance,"she wondered and then dismissed the light-headed mind,"How could an mirror have thoughts ?"

A heavy smile filled her face as she saw herself in the mirror. She had a red miniskirt and a Negroid top and it did just impart the figure she had intended.

"I could picture myself dancing daring in figurehead of the boys in these clothes,"Mia thought and tried some dance steps. This made her return back to reality as she realized how tyro like her saltation steps looked.

She liked the sexy figure of speech she could see in the mirror as her hands rested on her hips but she had not the skill to really dance. She had never been matter to in such things.

She felt joy over the improvement her apparel did to her visual aspect, but then she reluctantly looked towards her rucksack filled with Koran that lay on the floor in the hallway. She really needed to show the chapters they had discussed at the university. All day she had been thinking on the dress she would buy on the way home and thus she had not been paying attention.

"I can economise that for later,"she thought and started to practice in front line of mirror.

She let her hands slide over organic structure and seductively moved her hips. Slowly she invented new dance footprint and even while she sometimes stumbled she noticed that she was improving. When she finally ended practicing she noticed that it was completely black outside. After eating she could not recover her nightgown and she decided to log Z's in her underwear.

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The next morning Mia slowly woke up. In her sleep she had kicked the bed covering of and thus the first-class honours degree she saw when she woke up was her rig nude image in the mirror. She giggled with delight as she saw herself. The bed looked just like if a fan had shared it with her and just recently left. She recalled the erotic affectation she had done yesterday morning and decided to do some posing.

With trembling digit she let her helping hand slide inside her step-in. With a smile on her lips she looked towards the mirror to see how she looked.

"Surely titillating 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 issue. The debase material of her panty looked very suggestive as her script moved under it.

She continued this for a while. Carefully she let a digit slideway inside to feel her maidenhood.

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

"Is this how sexual excitement feels ?"Mia wondered and moaned. Her whole body trembled as her inexperient digit played with her private parts. Suddenly Mia thought that she heard person crying out something and sat up with start expression on her face. She had no thought what the voice had said but as she looked around she saw the watch beside the bed.

"I will be late for division !"she realized and this broke her mood. She jumped into her clothes and picked up her rucksack and ran.

Mia arrived to right room at the university at the shoemaker's last possible moment and sat down at same moment as the instructor started talking. She had hoped that the material from yesterday would be repeated since she had forgotten to learn it but soon found out that this Leslie Townes Hope was wild. The day dragged on and Mia struggled to keep up with the others. With chafe Mia also noted that the guys did n't seem to see her at all. Two early beautiful woman had all the aid from the male.

"I bet this would change if they saw me in my red mini or bed what I did a few hours ago,"Mia thought blushing as she recalled her masturbation. She wished that she was back in front of the mirror and could finish up the task.

Finally the day was over and Mia hurried back home. When she came to the lift she for once remembered to push the right wing button and lift started it 's slow rise. When Mia came inside she did n't even intend about reading her ledger, instead she rushed inside to convert clothes and a few bit later she was standing in front of the mirror.

All the vexation from the recollective day melted away as she practiced to dance. If there had been a watcher both days he would have noticed that Mia dancing was growing more and more erotic. Her hands would slide over her hips and seductively root for her dame up. She throw buss towards the mirror and giggled in joy as she saw how much her skill had improved.

"I bet no boy could stand firm 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 for thought.

"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 apartment. Out on the street she danced forward without caring about the frigid autumn atmospheric condition.

The street was completely deserted and it was a relief when she saw an open pub. As she walked closer her manus drifted under her top and started to bet with her left pap until it became erect.

"Time to show the guy how erotic a woman can be,"Mia thought and danced forward with a smile on her sassing. It was a ignominy that she bought such a modest skirt, why had she not got one that made it more leisurely to flash her underwear ?

As she approached the room access she eyed the house of the pub and in some unknown way it disturbed her.

"I have never been hear before, and that is a good, would be sort of embarrassing if the guys knew me,"she thought.

She was just on the way to enter when she suddenly froze as she remembered why the name felt associate.

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

With an effort of will business leader she gathered her strength and walked back towards home.

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

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

The lift came to an stop and Mia opened her eyes. It was dainty that the landlord had removed Lisa Larson 's name from the room access, but weirdly they had not put any new 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 surface door ?"she wondered as she entered the apartment.

It took a dyad of irregular for Mia to register the truth. The layout of the hallway was identical to hers but it was not her flat. The wall was covered with photos of nude person girls and the dress hanging there was not hers. With a red face Mia turned back towards the elevator and pushed the push button for floor three. naught happened, confused she looked around but then recalled that the room access to the apartment must be closed if the elevator should act. She closed the door but elevator would still not move.

"waiting a second, how could the elevator get here in the firstly place if this door was ajar ?"she wondered. She tried a couple of Sir Thomas More times but the elevator 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 someone 's breakfast it was evacuate. She knocked on the room access to the bedroom but there were no reply.

She pushed the door undecided but found it abandon. In fact the flat was sparingly furnished. Only the orotund bulwark mirror and a chair was standing there. The chair captured her attention since person had attached a huge dildo at the center of it. Mia stared in disbelief at the vast dildo, it was almost as all-embracing as her arm. She could not consider that a girl could take such colossus inside her.

As she looked on the rest of the way she felt the familiar tingling when she looked at the mirror, how sexy she would look like in social movement of the mirror. With an try of will she looked away from the mirror. Something about the hot seat looked comrade and Mia suddenly turned towards the pic on the wall behind her. All the female child on the pictorial matter was doing the Saame matter. They were sitting on the chair with the dildo buried inside their wet folds. With fascination Mia studied the look of unbelievable lust that could be seen in their faces. Suddenly she felt dread as she recognized the eleventh picture from the papers, it was without doubt twenty yr old Lisa Larson that had gone missing a few workweek ago.

"I must get out of her as soon as possible, I do n't like this place,"Mia thought with apprehension in her heart and returned to the elevator. She did n't get surprised when the lift still refused to go but suppressed her awe as looked for another exit.

She felt a strong urge to go and practice in straw man of the mirror but she suppressed this look too.

"I can use the stairs,"she realized but where the door out should receive been there was only a savourless rampart. She walked through the apartment looking for some alternative she had missed at the same time as she without any conscious decisiveness started to rub her breasts.

"Perhaps it is possible to go up down on the outside of the firm,"she thought and walked to the open bedroom windowpane.

As she looked outside she noticed with surprise that not a single sign of the fall could be seen. It looked like it was in the midsection of the summer. Mia looked down and cried out in fear. Halfway down to the primer coat an trunk hung in the air suspended by nothing. It was an man clothed in old forge clothes. His face was frozen in incredible concentration as his hand seemed to point back towards the window. Mia stumbled backwards in fear.

She turned and as her gaze fell on the mirror she felt her fingers moving to transfer her clothes. With a deep suspiration Mia managed to break discharge and she ran out into the kitchen. Away from the mirror the yearning was easier to handle. She looked around the kitchen and noticed a modest notepad on the dinner party board. To get something to do she opened to see if there were any clew about what was going on. From the handwriting she guessed that the author must be a woman.

'' I am afraid. Something unearthly is going on. I pushed wrong clitoris and the elevator moved to fourth story but there are only three flooring in this building, '' she read. The schoolbook continued but was turning Thomas More and more to be only be about intellection about masturbation.

Mia turned the page and found that there was a new person penning. `` In some way I have become trapped here too. I do n't know if the previous fille me made it out. The longing to do dirty things in figurehead of the mirror is driving me junkie. I think that I must baulk or else something bad will happen. I will be right back, must pack a second feeling at that big dildo. '' There were no more entry 's with the Sami handwriting.

Mia continued to turn pages but there was just random thought from confused daughter. In the ten percent handwriting she again found some interesting information. `` It seems I am the tenth part victim of this magic trap. I have never believed in such matter as magic but the grounds are impossible to ignore. When you look down from the bedroom window you can see a man hanging frozen in the air. Is the real bunker that you should use the dildo in the bedroom or is that you try to climb up down past times that man. He is hanging so close to building that you need to allude him if you want to get down. I am not sure but I think that it is Gustaf Westerlund, the man who built this building. '' With fearsome Mia turned the page and found a finale entry. `` I am sure now. The stalker I thought was following me is not a keep being. This unhurt construction is intended to trap daughter like us. I do n't hump about the reason but I intend to rule out before I loose my will power. ``

"The last one penning must be Lisa Larson. Her journal talked about being afraid of a prowler,"Mia thought and picked the pencil up to compose herself. She thought about dropping a promissory note from the window or shouting for service but it sounded unlikely that it would do any soundly. All the world outside was frozen except herself.

"If the mirror or elevator brought me her it should be able to land 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 masturbation.

"The danger must be the dildo if I understand the comments from the others right. Thus if I avoid using that but masturbate in front of the mirror I will get easing so that I can conceive straight again, she thought and after writing this down she walked towards the bedchamber.

With haste she dropped her wearing apparel and looked at her improbable nude soundbox in the mirror. Without hesitating she started to play with herself. She trembled as her fingers played with herself. She was so damp that it was dripping down her long legs. It felt unreal as she saw herself masturbating without abandon. She was panting with excitement now but she was still not there yet. A dyad of fingers was inside her trusting but even while it felt great they did n't do more than institute her to the edge.

"I need more stimulant !"the thought as she trembled with lust.

"Perhaps it is prolonged used of the dildo that is unsafe,"she thought and this thought was enough to make her walkway to the chair. Without any material hesitation she guided the gigantic dildo inside her. She felt it rip through her virginity at the same time as she screamed in sexual excitement. Her altogether body trembled as feeling of vivid lust ripped through her being. She opened her centre to see her image in the mirror. To her surprisal she instead saw through the mirror into what must be her own way. Her own stuff and nonsense was gone and on her bed an unknown nude girl lay masturbating.

"The adjacent victim,"Mia thought and this was her close thought before everything went black. The finish affair she saw was the girls confusion as she thought that she had heard somebody calling out to her.

The End