A Strange Reflection

The mist flowed through the vents, trying to form its thoughts. It had been something once, knew more than these walls, but it couldn't place those memories and ideas. Until that woman had released it, the entity couldn't even say if it was alive. Woman? That means something to the ethereal being but it can't discern it. It's conscious is fragmented and full of holes. The woman.

The spirit suddenly decided it needed to find her. Maybe then it could form itself again.

Gina wandered the halls still pantsless. She didn't want to exit this wing the same way she'd entered for fear of being seen, so she searched for another way back to her rooms. She found a side stairwell that took her down several flights of steps to a lower level where she hoped to find a way out. This hallway was nearly identical to the one she'd left, minus any windows. She figured this to be beneath the ground, but from what she'd seen from the stairs, there were still several more floors beneath her. How big was this place?

As she passed the doors of the hallway, she came to a stop at one with some sort of hazard sign nailed to it. The symbol was a red triangle with an exclamation mark in the center, and beneath the sign a small square device sat screwed to the door. Deciding she would heed the warning for now, she turned around and screamed.

The mist that had seemingly possessed her pants was hovering right behind her. In response to her cries, the fog shifted back as if surprised. Gina put her hand to her chest, slowly catching her breath as she kept her eyes trained on the misty cloud. Stepping slowly past it, she began to walk back away from the strange entity. As she walked, it began to slowly hover after her. She quickly stopped, and so did it. "Shoo! Go away!" she whispered, waiving her hand at the mist.

The mist merely hovered a few feet away unmoving. Gina sighed, "Alright, well... Be that way then." And she turned to continue her search for another way out of the wing.

She heard something click behind her, and she glanced back to see the mist now swirling around the square device on the door. The device clicked again, then suddenly fell to the floor with a 'thump!' Gina quickly looked around to make sure no one had peered out to investigate, and when she looked back the door was open and the last traces of the mist could be seen slipping through the now open passage.

Gina looked down the hallway, then back to the door. She chewed her lip as she debated what to do next. She did come to investigate this place after all. Stepping forward, she followed the mist through the door.

The spirit hovered in front of the device, faint echoes of thought and memory echoing through it. The entity had found the woman standing in front of that door, and something about it had sparked a thought in the thing's consciousness. The woman entered cautiously in behind the spirit, and eyed the centerpiece of the room. "That's odd..." the woman muttered.

A tall square mirror sat propped in the center of the room with two square boxes seated on either side. The box on the right had a faint glow to it, and the entity could almost feel some sort of connection. If it could just reach out...

"What are those things doing? the woman asked as she walked past the entity.

The spirit eyed the woman's toned legs and black panties as she walked past, and something stirred deep within it. The woman eyed the wires extending from the box to the frame of the mirror, where the entity could feel some sort of **** at work.

"Hmmm, no reflection of either of us, but it does show the room. This can't be a mirror but... what is this?" The woman slowly reached her hand towards the silvery surface. When her fingers touched, ripples expanded outwards as if the glass were liquid, and she quickly yanked her hand back.

Something suddenly clicked into place in the entity's consciousness, it didn't know exactly why it knew it needed to do this, but it knew it needed the woman. Eyeing her backside, the spirit made its move.

"Maybe it's some sort of screen for-ah!" Gina's musings were rudely interrupted by the feeling of something rushing down the back of her underwear and down between her legs. She spun around as the last of that strange mist flowed down the back of her underwear, flowing up and between her legs. "Hey! Get out of there you-hrrk!" She grunted as the waist band of her underwear snapped out of her hands where she had grabbed it, the backside riding up on her. With an almighty heave, her underwear then lifted upwards, and her feet left the ground.

"What...this...this is..." Gina was at a loss for words as she hovered two feet above the carpet, her legs kicking beneath her. She was then turned in the air so that she was facing the strange mirror. "Now wait, let's just-" But she was cut off as her body was propelled forward by the entity possessing her panties.

She caught herself on the frame when she reached the mirror, bringing her flight to a sudden stop. "Stop! Put me down and, uh, get out of my panties!" She hissed, her backside hovering up behind her.

Looking back to the mirror, she noticed with a start that half of her grip was going through the silvery surface of the mirror, as if it was merely some sort of liquid veil on a doorway. The entity did not seem to care for her request, and she let out a small gasp as she began to feel some sort of humming **** begin to emanate against her pussy.

"Oh no, you can't...do that. I... oh god." She groaned, as the feeling intensified.

The strange humming **** did not hurt, in fact it felt fucking amazing, but the situation was too bizarre and immediate for Gina to allow herself to enjoy it. "P-Please I...What?" Gina looked to where her hands gripped the frame of the mirror as something odd began to happen. She could feel whatever energetic **** was humming into her pussy begin to travel up her spine and out into her fingertips. Where her fingers gripped the wire covered frame, small arcs of electricity began to jump and spark.

"What...What...What the fuck..." she gasped as the feeling intensified.

Somewhere between the energetic **** on her nethers and the strange reaction with the frame, Gina lost her grip all at once and was propelled through the liquid surface of the mirror to the other side. As her toes disappeared across the liquid threshold, the sparks on the frame crescendoed, and the glowing box suddenly lost its light. All at once, the ripples on the silvery surface ceased, and the mirror seemed to regain its normal solid form. The only difference now, was Gina was nowhere to be seen.