Stranger happenings

Lauren had returned to the bedrooms after Kelly had gone back outside to grab more bags of clothing. Stopping by Barbara's room, she knocked after finding it locked.

"Barb? Everything going alright?"

Hearing shuffling from the other side, Lauren stepped back in surprise when the door suddenly flung open.

"Come here!" Barbara said excitedly, practically dragging Lauren into the room before closing the door behind her.

"Are you alright? Did something else, um, weird happen?" Lauren's eyes flickered to the space in front of the vanity.

The spot where the seemingly invisible stool had sat was now occupied by a circle of socks and other clothes on the floor. Upon peering around the room some more, Lauren noticed other circles and markers indicating seemingly ordinary spaces on the floor or walls.

"There's more to it than just that! Watch this!" Barbara proclaimed excitedly as she walked over to the circle in front of the vanity. Turning back to face Lauren, she smiled and made to sit down. Lauren's moth fell open as she watched her friend sit on empty air. Again.

"What...how are you doing that?!" Lauren exclaimed, shocked that she had not imagined it before.

Barbara bit her lip and wiggled her ass against the invisible seat, spreading her legs slightly. "Hold on. It takes a minute for-ooh! There it is." She smiled.

At first Lauren didn't notice anything different, then she looked down between her friends legs and noticed the the crotch of her panties rippling. It was at this time she noticed a low electric humming beginning to rise in the room as Barbara began to breath more heavily. "Oh...oh..ooh, ah!" she gasped, as the humming grew louder as the lamp on the vanity began to flicker.

All at once it stopped, and Barbara leaped up from her invisible seat with a cute little yelp as she rubbed her backside.

"Barb are you okay? What the fuck was-"

"It's like some sort of static electricity or something!" Barbara cut her off. "When I sit on it it's like it charges me full of...well just watch." Barbara turned to a pair of her pants that lay discarded on the floor and raised a hand.

A look of concentration seemed to pass over her face as she chewed her lip, before the pants seemingly twitched to life and flew off the ground across the room before crashing into the bed.

"Holy shit Barbara!" Lauren exclaimed.

"It doesn't last long, and the more I do it the quicker it drains, but like..." A devilish look passed over her face. "Watch this."

Barbara raised a hand at Lauren, and she gasped as her skirt flew up around her waist. "Hey!" Lauren cried out in surprise as she tried to press the front of the wayward skirt down.

Barbara began to make a tickling motion with her other hand, and Lauren yelped as invisible staticky fingers began to tickle between her legs. The invisible electrical **** ceased all at once as Barbara lowered her hand. "And now it's pretty much gone. Funny though, it seemed like it lasted longer that time." She said pensively, the air of excitement still in her voice.

Lauren quickly caught her breath as she stared at her friend. She then looked past her to the empty space in front of the vanity as everything Barbara had said began to process. What the hell was this place?!

Megan screamed as she slid face first down the smooth pit. The walls were not oily, but it was almost as if there was no friction at all as she tried to stop her decent. Suddenly, she saw light ahead and the tunnel curved to level out. Her momentum carried her out the exit, and she slid to a stop on her stomach on the end of what appeared to be a smooth slide. She carefully grabbed the stone floor to the side and pulled herself off the slick surface. Standing quickly, she brushed herself off and looked around wildly. She was in some sort of stone room lined with flickering glass lanterns. At one end sat the slide, on the other sad a wooden door with five or so locks lining the side, and in the middle sat what appeared to be a mannequin with a small wooden box resting on a pedestal next to it. Aside from that, as far as Megan could tell the room was empty.

She looked back up the slide she'd just tumbled out of, but figured trying to climb back up it was hopeless. What the hell was this place? Turning back to the rest of the room she looked around to see if her skirt and blouse were anywhere to be found, but they were not. It seemed like she was stuck in just her underwear for now. She approached the mannequin to see if there was anything she could steal from it to wear, but the only items of clothing on the limbless body was a black corset with matching black panties made out of some slick and soft fabric.

Deciding to leave it alone for now, she approached the door on the far side, but froze as she heard one of the locks click. She looked around frantically, but there was nowhere to hide. She stood up defiantly and eyed the door, but nothing happened. Confused, she took another step and stopped when another lock clicked. This time she was looking closer, and noticed that it was in fact locking, not the opposite. She began to walk closer, and with each step she took another lock latched, until she arrived at the door to find them all bolted.

She grabbed the handle and rattled the door, banging on the wood and demanding to be let out to no avail. Breathing deeply, she turned back to the mannequin and began to walk back. As she walked away, she heard the door begin to unlatch and she froze. Upon looking back, two of the locks had unlatched, but the others remained the same. As she approached, they once again locked themselves, causing Megan's brow to furrow in frustration. After a few strides, she found that the closer she got to the mannequin, the more locks unlatched, and the closer she got to the door, the opposite.

It didn't take long for Megan to realize what she had to do. She'd tried dragging the mannequin closer to the door, but the metal rod on which it was bolted was planted firmly in the floor. Pulling the corset and panties off the limbless wooden model, she carried them to the door. This time, three of the five locks unbolted, but two remained locked.

"I'm going to have to put these on, aren't I?" She asked aloud to no response from the door.

Walking back to the mannequin and wooden box, she draped the clothing over the display and began to strip. "If there's any sort of hidden camera in here, I'm going to personally beat the shit out of whoever's filming!" She declared to stone walls.

Now naked and holding her yellow lingerie, the small wooden box suddenly popped open, making her yelp and jump back in surprise. Slowly peering in the lid, this time she found just a regular wooden inside. Glancing to the underwear in her hand, she dropped it inside, and the lid slammed shut.

"What the fuck is going on?" She muttered to herself as she began to dress herself in the black lingerie.

She pulled the underwear up her legs were it rested snugly between her thighs, the fabric surprisingly soft and sturdy. Next came the corset. When she wrapped it tight around her body, she gasped in surprise as the front suddenly pulled tight as all the buttons did themselves up at once. The strings on the back then cinched themselves, making her arch her back as her tits were scooped up and gripped firmly by the cups of the sturdy vest.

"What the fuck?!" Megan exclaimed, tugging at the corset to find it tightened securely around her.

Feeling movement at her lower back, she glanced over her shoulder to see the strings at the bottom tying themselves into a bow. When it was finished, Megan's eyes widened even further in shock when the panties wedged themselves even more snugly up her backside as the waist slid further up beneath the corset. She froze, standing perfectly still as she waited for the apparently animated garments to do something else. After a moment though, it seemed as if they had finished their animation once she was fully in their grasps.

"Okay. Well let's see if this works." She mumbled as she made her way to the door.

As she approached, the locks began to unlatch one by one. When she finally reached the wooden frame, the last latch unlocked, and she pulled the door open on silent hinges. Beyond the door, she found wooden walls with the same type of lanterns lining the walls of this room. Peering out both directions, the hallway curved on either side out of view, and several more doors lined the walls themselves.

"How the hell am I supposed to find my way out of here?" The red head questioned aloud.

She gasped as she felt herself pulled out into the hallway by the corset before stumbling to a stop. Suddenly, she was turned right and nudged slightly forward before the forceful motions ceased. "I...I guess we go this way?" Megan asked tepidly.

In response, a buzz traced down the crotch of the black panties all the way back to her asshole, before retracing its humming steps back to the top.

"Oh my god..." Megan closed her eyes for a moment as she pressed a hand to her crotch.

This was going to be trouble.

Back in the room with the now empty mannequin, a small blurry shape crawled down from the upper back corner of the room where it had been hiding. Skittering over to the raised wooden box, it scrambled up the pedestal and opened the lid. The Conservator had the girl for now, but that would not last forever. Slipping into the box, the creature began its project. When it was done, the red haired girl was going to be in for a surprise.