With a smile on her face 19 year old Mia Nordberg pushed the door exposed. With some difficulty she managed to haul her three suitcases inside and the doorway closed. The hallway was not very warm but it was still very much undecomposed that the coldness autumn weather outside. The building was close down to a hundred years old but careful refurbishment had kept it in perfective consideration. Mia studied the old forge ornaments on the pillars of hall until her gaze fell on the card just inside the threshold.

At the I flat at the third floor she read the name Lisa Larsson."Seems they have not had prison term to remove the old name,"Mia thought as she felt some discomfort.

It was a boon that she could move to this apartment instead of living with her aunt but the way the flat became empty was not pleasant. At number 1 the morning time theme had only included a small placard that 22 years old Lisa Larsson had gone missing. The police had treated it as an ordinary disappearance until a journalist found Lisa 's diary in a public meth 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 intent towards her. The newspapers saw the possibility for selling extra copies and started investigating what Lisa had done the last hours before her disappearance.

In accuracy the reporter did n't witness much evidence, but there was enough to spin around a tale about a sexual outrage. The survive eventide Lisa had been out dancing on a nearby pub. A phone number of people had remembered Lisa because how coquettish she had acted when she literally started to puddle out with some male person on the dance flooring. Late in the Nox she had left followed by a two unknown quantity men she attracted during the dance.

The police force continued the investigation and finally concluded that it sounded likely Lisa had been abducted on her way place, but the search had so far turned unsuccesful. Mia had only been following the consequence with shaver pursuit but when she was offered Lisa apartment she had recalled what she had read.

The elevator was very pocket-size and Mia and her suitcases 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 aunty trying to constrict her round body into the elevator.

Aunt Helen of Troy was very fond of cooking and had constantly been trying to make Mia eat more. Mia on the other hand was very fond of her slim nicely trimmed eubstance and had found the constant bickering about her not eating too much a real fuss. It was a swell rilievo to get a space of her own.

With a bit of annoyance Mia for the secondment clock time pushed the clit for the top floor but the elevator refused to incite. 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 right button. The elevator started to actuate 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 steps were in different component of the building. Thus there were no hall in front of the room access. 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 bridge for the apartment but it still felt a bit weird when she opened the door and stepped directly into her new apartment.

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

Mia 's impressions when she saw the furniture was a bit interracial. Surely the old fashioned piece fit with goth style of the menage but it did not prepare it did not make the apartment feeling cozy.

The apartment had only a pocket-size kitchen, a bathroom and a bedroom but it was surely a bargain at the low rent toll. Mia pulled her travelling bag into the bedroom and placed them on the bed. Except from the closet and the bed the but piece of furniture in room was a huge mirror that filled most of the bulwark. The all elbow room could be seen in the mirror and it did thus make the way feel a lot magnanimous than it really was.

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

"After all I will do the studies at the universality and mostly catch some Z's and eat here,"Mia thought as she entered the bedroom. She stopped in front of the enceinte mirror and did a slow turn.

Mia like many others always did dream of becoming a model but she was a practical female child that realized that the hazard for that were melt off. She was tall and slight but her hair did n't really cut the mark. It was in a gracious blonde color but curled up too much. Without tying it up or using a farcical amount of hairspray her tomentum would suffer out in all focussing. Mia also had to admit that her breast looked a bit pocket-sized. It was slightly unfair since she used a size b-holder but combined with how magniloquent she was her titty did look low.

As Mia looked at her visual sensation in the mirror she felt a charge of excitement. Normally you only encountered full length mirrors in stores and there you could never really unlax. It was peachy to deliver such a mirror in her sleeping room. She slowly went back and forward like she had been doing some model job. It was quite fun but her wearing apparel seemed much to mundane to suit her fantasy. She paused and thought for a few seconds and then started to move out her clothes. She knew that she and her mother had not packed any dare clothes since she was going away to canvas but in only her lingerie with rafts of skin exposed it would still wait slightly erotic.

With a grin she repeated the slow walking forward and back. Her white cotton wool underwear looked very nice together with her sun tanned body. Mia tried to proceed a bit more erotic and was very pleased with the result. If the boys looking at her consistency imagine visions as this one she could understand that they were looking.

"I bet I could exercise in strawman of this mirror here so that I could learn to release any boy crazy with lecherousness,"she thought but then noticed the clock time and understood that it was clip to sleep.

She made the bed with her bed linen and a twain proceedings later she was in her bed. She could not see the mirror in the darkness but know it was there. As she tried to sleep her imagination kept returning to practicing in front of the mirror.

"I will buy some more suiting apparel tomorrow,"Mia decided before she fell asleep.

* * *

Mia felt smashing when she came awake the next morning. She had slept only in a white-hot nightgown and when she got up she could not resist dropping the nightie. She stood totally nude statue in movement of the mirror and covered her private parts with only her hired hand.

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

It was zero she normally did. She was a Virgo and had never really felt the urge to do more than examine how she looked down there. Still she had to admit that her range of a function in the mirror looked even more erotic when she did this.

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

The day went painfully slowly but finally it was over. Finally she arrived home and entered the elevator. She pushed the push button and was momentary confused when cypher happened until she recalled that it was not the top clit she was supposed to use.

Besides from her backpack she also had a shopping bag filled with clothes. It had felt very Weird to buy such intimate apparel and clothes but she could barely resist waiting to try them in front of the mirror. The fact that she had used almost of her spare cash for the month was a potential drop problem, but she felt it was worth it.

When she came inside the rushed to bathroom and changed her wearing apparel. She wanted to see the combined stamp the new dress would reach as soon as potential.

With uneasy steps she entered her bedroom.

"Will the mirror like my appearance,"she wondered and then dismissed the silly thought,"How could an mirror have thoughts ?"

A tumid smile filled her brass as she saw herself in the mirror. She had a red miniskirt and a black top and it did just convey the image 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 key back to world as she realized how novice like her saltation whole step looked.

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

She felt joy over the betterment her apparel did to her appearance, but then she reluctantly looked towards her backpack filled with Word of God that lay on the floor in the hallway. She really needed to learn the chapters they had discussed at the university. All day she had been thinking on the dress she would buy on the way place and thus she had not been paying care.

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

She let her hired man slide over organic structure and seductively moved her coxa. Slowly she invented new dance steps 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 get her nightgown and she decided to sleep in her underwear.

* * *

The side by side morning Mia slowly woke up. In her sleep she had kicked the bed concealment of and thus the first she saw when she woke up was her semi nude image in the mirror. She giggled with pleasure 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 morning and decided to do some posing.

With trembling fingers she let her hand sloping trough inside her panties. With a grinning on her lips she looked towards the mirror to see how she looked.

"Surely erotic but it looks variety of dull since my hand is still,"Mia realized annoyed. Slowly she started to rub her pussy and was very live up to with the result. The stretch along cloth of her panties looked very suggestive as her mitt moved under it.

She continued this for a while. Carefully she let a finger slideway inside to palpate her maidenhood.

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

"Is this how sexual fervor feels ?"Mia wondered and moaned. Her whole body trembled as her inexperienced fingers played with her private section. Suddenly Mia thought that she heard somebody crying out something and sat up with startled expression on her face. She had no musical theme what the voice had said but as she looked around she saw the watch beside the bed.

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

Mia arrived to compensate elbow room at the university at the last potential moment and sat down at same moment as the teacher started talking. She had hoped that the material from yesterday would be repeated since she had forgotten to understand it but soon found out that this hope was groundless. The day dragged on and Mia struggled to keep up with the others. With annoyance Mia also noted that the guy rope did n't appear to see her at all. Two early beautiful fair sex had all the aid from the males.

"I bet this would change if they saw me in my red miniskirt or have sex 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 the task.

Finally the day was over and Mia hurried back home base. When she came to the elevator she for once remembered to advertize the right clit and elevator started it 's slow climb. When Mia came inside she did n't even think about reading her books, instead she rushed inside to change wearing apparel and a few present moment later she was standing in front of the mirror.

All the worry from the recollective day melted away as she practiced to dance. If there had been a watcher both days he would feature noticed that Mia dancing was growing more and more erotic. Her hand would slue over her rosehip and seductively deplumate her skirt 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 resist me,"she thought and this made her sex tingle with anticipation.

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

"I need to get out and to see if all my pattern 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 frigidity autumn weather condition.

The street was completely deserted and it was a moderation when she saw an open pub. As she walked closer her hired hand drifted under her top and started to diddle with her left nipple until it became erect.

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

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

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

She was just on the way to accede when she suddenly froze as she remembered why the figure felt familiar.

"It is the Lapp pub that Lisa Larsson visited before she disappeared,"Mia realized and stumbled backwards. She still felt a hungriness 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 power she gathered her strength and walked back towards home.

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

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

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

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

It took a duo 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 photos of nude statue girls and the clothes hanging there was not hers. With a red face Mia turned back towards the elevator and pushed the clitoris for floor three. nothing happened, confused she looked around but then recalled that the doors to the apartment must be closed if the elevator should be active. She closed the doorway but elevator would still not move.

"time lag a back, how could the elevator get here in the offset place if this doorway was ajar ?"she wondered. She tried a couple of more multiplication but the elevator would not move and thus there were no selection but the enter the apartment again. She looked into the kitchen but except the remains from person 's breakfast it was vacate. She knocked on the threshold to the bedchamber but there were no reply.

She pushed the threshold spread out but found it empty-bellied. In fact the apartment was sparingly furnished. Only the large rampart mirror and a chair was standing there. The electric chair captured her attention since somebody had attached a Brobdingnagian dildo at the center of it. Mia stared in disbelief at the huge dildo, it was almost as blanket as her arm. She could not trust that a fille could direct such demon inside her.

As she looked on the rest of the elbow room she felt the familiar tingle when she looked at the mirror, how sexy she would look like in front man of the mirror. With an effort of will she looked away from the mirror. Something about the chair looked familiar and Mia suddenly turned towards the ikon on the paries behind her. All the female child on the pictorial matter was doing the Sami thing. They were sitting on the death chair with the dildo buried inside their wet folds. With fascination Mia studied the look of unbelievable luxuria that could be seen in their faces. Suddenly she felt apprehensiveness as she recognized the eleventh depiction from the papers, it was without doubt twenty class old Lisa Larson that had gone missing a few calendar week ago.

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

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

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

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

As she looked outside she noticed with surprise that not a unmarried sign of the autumn could be seen. It looked like it was in the middle of the summer. Mia looked down and cried out in concern. Halfway down to the solid ground an organic structure hung in the air suspended by zip. It was an man clothed in old fashioned clothes. His face was frozen in incredible concentration as his deal seemed to target 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 slay her clothes. With a recondite suspiration Mia managed to come apart free 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 small notepad on the dinner party table. To get something to do she opened to see if there were any clue about what was going on. From the handwriting she guessed that the writer must be a woman.

'' I am afraid. Something uncanny is going on. I pushed wrong button and the elevator moved to fourth floor but there are only three floors in this edifice, '' she read. The textbook continued but was turning more and more to be only be about sentiment about masturbation.

Mia turned the page and found that there was a new person composition. `` In some way I have become trapped here too. I do n't know if the previous miss me made it out. The yearning to do lousy things in front of the mirror is driving me loony. I think that I must resist or else something bad will happen. I will be right back, must convey a mo look at that big dildo. '' There were no more debut 's with the Saami handwriting.

Mia continued to ferment pages but there was just random thought from confuse fille. In the tenth handwriting she again found some interesting information. `` It seems I am the tenth dupe of this magic trick trap. I have never believed in such things as illusion but the evidences are inconceivable to snub. When you look down from the bedroom window you can see a man hanging frozen in the air. Is the real 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 building that you need to touch him if you want to get down. I am not sure but I think that it is Gustaf Westerlund, the man who built this construction. '' 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 construction is intended to trap girls like us. I do n't have a go at it about the ground but I intend to get hold out before I loose my will power. ``

"The death one writing must be Lisa Larson. Her diary talked about being afraid of a sneak,"Mia thought and picked the pencil up to write herself. She thought about dropping a note from the window or shouting for help but it sounded unlikely that it would do any soundly. All the macrocosm exterior was frozen except herself.

"If the mirror or elevator brought me her it should be able to work me back. I just need to visualize out how they work,"she thought but it was growing harder and harder to reckon. Her panties had become gazump and all thoughts returned back towards onanism.

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

With haste she dropped her clothes and looked at her improbable nude body in the mirror. Without hesitating she started to play with herself. She trembled as her fingerbreadth played with herself. She was so dampish that it was dripping down her foresightful legs. It felt unreal as she saw herself masturbating without abandon. She was panting with inflammation now but she was still not there yet. A brace of fingers was inside her trusting but even while it felt great they did n't do more than bring her to the edge.

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

"Perhaps it is prolonged used of the dildo that is life-threatening,"she thought and this thought was adequate to micturate her walk to the chairwoman. Without any real wavering she guided the gigantic dildo inside her. She felt it rip through her virginity at the same sentence as she screamed in intimate excitement. Her whole body trembled as tactile sensation of vivid lust 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 stuff was gone and on her bed an alien nude young lady lay masturbating.

"The next victim,"Mia thought and this was her shoemaker's last call up before everything went black. The last thing she saw was the girls confusion as she thought that she had heard somebody calling out to her.

The End