Chapter 1

Monday

A lot had changed in Azumi's life in just a few years. All of a sudden, her family had come into a lot of money: They had won a large amount in the lottery and an elderly relative doubled that amount. This money allowed Azumi's father to quit his job and start his own business which was generating huge amount of money within the space of 6 months.

Now three years on, Azumi was 18 and had moved into a new house. It was over 100 years old and was in the middle of renovations. The 'house' was really a manor with three floors, and had fields and woodlands surrounding it. On a nice summer's day or a snowy winter's day, the place looked beautiful; conversely, at night it looked spooky as shit, as Azumi was currently thinking.

Azumi had been desperate to spend the night there, especially as it was almost halloween. She was going to invite some friends over on halloween night to watch cheesy horror movies, tell ghost stories, all that cliche teen stuff.

But right now, Azumi was regretting her decision to spend the week leading up to halloween at the house, as it was freezing. The previous owners hadn't lived in the house for years because they preferred living in warmer climates. This meant that the central heating had not been used in 5 years, and some local hooligans siphoned off all the oil.

Azumi couldn't exactly go back to her old house (which hadn't been sold yet) it was quarter past eleven so no buses ran at this time, and Azumi couldn't drive. Azumi's parents were away, meeting some of her father's business associates.

Azumi was laying on a spare mattress wrapped in blankets and wearing all the jumpers she owned in an attempt to stay warm.

"Why didn't I bring a hot water bottle?" She moaned, "Why did I stay here at all?"

Azumi closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep when she thought she felt something pulling her blankets. She sat up and looked around: nothing there.

"I must be imagining things," she thought.

Azumi lay back down and tried to think of warm places as she tried to go to sleep.

A few minutes later, she felt something tug on her blankets again. Before Azumi could react, all her blankets were ripped from her and landed all over the room.

Azumi was genuinely scared now, she tried to get up and run, but some invisible force held her down. Azumi struggled, but the force would not let her go. Once Azumi's struggling ceased, the force pulled off all her jumpers, one by one, then removed all three pairs of pyjama bottoms she was wearing. Azumi screamed, but no one was around to hear her. She stopped when she felt something long and hard rub against the crotch of her knickers.

"N-No…" She whimpered, "Please...No…"

Azumi's pyjama top began to unbutton itself, and was pulled off her, exposing her perky C-cups. Azumi was left wearing nothing but her red knickers.

The rubbing against Azumi's crotch continued, becoming more and more vigorous. The mysterious aggressor was now fondling Azumi's boobs, kneading them at its leisure, occasionally flicking and pinching her nipples.

Azumi blushed, "Please d-don't," she begged. She was ignored. But the rubbing against her crotch stopped. Azumi thought that the force was done with her, but realised that she was wrong when she felt something push in between her boobs. Her boobs were pushed closer together and the fucking increased in speed. Eventually a strange fluid came out of nowhere and went all the way up Azumi's chest, stopping at her chin.

Out of nowhere, something said: "You have nice breasts."

Azumi didn't know how to respond and just blushed harder. Assuming that it was done, she tried to get up, but couldn't.

"Aren't we done yet?" She complained.

"Not yet...Need energy…" said the force.

Before Azumi could ask what it meant, the force shoved its invisible cock down her throat.

"M-mph!" She tried to argue as the cock was shoved in and out of her mouth.

Azumi tried to keep her tongue away from the penis, but couldn't. After a few attempts, she heard what sounded like moaning.

"Maybe I can speed things along if I lick and suck it a bit,"

Azumi used her tongue to pleasure the paranormal penis, and as she did so, the thrusting became faster and faster. Once Azumi started to suck, the cock was moving extremely fast and began to twitch. Azumi tried to tell the force not to cum in her mouth, but couldn't get her words out.

Her mouth was filled with the force's strange semen. It was warm, like normal cum, but tasted less salty, and was stickier. The taste was not unpleasant.

Azumi was tired and hoped that it was done now, but her hopes were futile when she felt some ghostly hands grab at the waistband of her underwear.

"Please no!" She begged as her underwear was pulled from her body.

The force pushed the tip of its penis against the lips of her pussy and moved up and down the entrance, prodding it here and there.

"Stop! Please! Do what you want to my boobs and my mouth, just don't put it there!" She begged.

"Almost...Done…" said the force as it pulled its penis away, preparing to violate her.

"I'm still a virgin, please don't fuck me!" She continued to beg.

At the word 'virgin', the force stopped with the head of its cock pressing against Azumi's entrance.

"Virgin?"

"Yes!"

"I'll...come...back...later,"

"What?"

"Need...energy...talk...deal...later…"

Azumi felt the force's penis vanish from her entrance, and the grip on her being released. Her heart was beating faster than it had ever done before. She was not as cold as she was before, despite being completely naked. The misconduct had got adrenalin pumping around her body, warming her. Azumi grabbed the nearest blanket and wrapped herself in it, then drifted off to sleep.

Tuesday

The next morning, Azumi was woken by her phone ringing. She grabbed it and answered. "Hello," she said.

"Hey, sweetie," answered the voice. It was Azumi's mother.

"Hey, mum," Azumi said, shakily.

"Are you alright? You sound shaken up,"

"I've only just woken up," explained Azumi.

"Really? It's quarter to twelve," said Azumi's mother, "Didn't you sleep well?"

"Not really, it's freezing here," said Azumi, deciding it best not to mention the events of last night, knowing how ridiculous it would sound, not to mention embarrassing.

"Well good news, there should be a guy coming to chop up some firewood. It should last all week, but if not, I'll give you his number,"

"Great!"

"I've got to go, see you next week!"

"Bye," said Azumi, hanging up.

As Azumi put her phone down, she looked around the room to see her jumpers and blankets scattered all over the place.

"So it did happen," she whispered.

Azumi thought back to the strange forces' actions, and was disgusted by it. She wanted to forget the whole thing.

Azumi's dwelling was interrupted by a knock on the door downstairs, followed by a shout:

"Hello? I'm here to chop up some firewood, just letting you know I'm here,"

Azumi quickly pulled on a jumper, pyjama bottoms, and her dressing gown. She rushed downstairs to answer the door.

Once she was downstairs, she opened the door to see the lumberjack. He was quite old, but seemed physically fit. Azumi placed him in about his late 50s. He had short grey hair. His face was covered in grey stubble. He wore a typical lumberjack outfit consisting of a red checkered shirt, baggy fatigued jeans, and strong boots.

"You're early," said Azumi.

"I had nothing else to do, and when I saw the address, I figured that there'd be a lot of wood to cut up," replied the lumberjack.

"That's great actually. It's freezing in here," said Azumi.

"How many do you want me to cut down?" Asked the lumberjack.

"Just enough to feed two fireplaces for a week," said Azumi.

"Sure thing, I may have to come back tomorrow as well, but I don't get a lot of business these days so I'll have plenty of time," said lumberjack, "Are there any in particular you want cutting down?"

"No, not really. But if there are any that are likely to fall or are rotten, then start with those," said Azumi.

"Sure thing," said the lumberjack, as he walked over to his truck.

Azumi closed the door and went upstairs. Once she was in her room again, Azumi realised that there was something sticky on the inside of her jumper. She took it off and realised that there was still her invisible attacker's cum on her chest, and now it was on her jumper.

"I'd better shower," said Azumi. Just as she was about to go to the bathroom near her bedroom, Azumi remembered that her parents had said that the only working showers were the ones in the servant's quarters and the basement.

Azumi decided to use the servant's quarter's showers, as it would be warmer in there than the basement. She wiped the sticky cum off her chest with the already soiled jumper, and dumped it into her wash basket. Next she grabbed a towel from her overnight bag and put a different jumper on. Azumi also dug out some underwear, clothes, and the pair of flip-flops she had brought for going to and from the shower.

Azumi tightened her dressing gown, and slipped her phone into a pocket.

The moment Azumi stepped outside, she realised how cold it really was. She continued to the showers and on the way saw the lumberjack carrying a chainsaw. He waved at her. Azumi waved back.

The servant's quarters were quite large. Not as large as the manor, but larger than most houses. It could comfortably accommodate around thirty members of staff, they would have to share rooms, but it was still a lot. Azumi had originally wanted to live in the servant's quarters, but couldn't because her parents needed staff to clean the house and take care of the surrounding fields. Azumi saw their point, there was no way that the three of them could clean the entire manor and mow the grass, and do whatever else was needed in the garden.

Azumi had a look around the building before going to wash. She wanted to see what it looked like while she still could. She entered through the front door. Straight ahead was some stairs leading to the bedrooms, and to her left was the main living space. It was empty, except for a dusty sofa pushed against the back wall. The room was littered with cans, bottles, crisp packets, and condom wrappers. Just behind the livingroom was a dusty kitchen that hadn't been used in years, and just past that was a large dining room. There was still a long rectangular table, and some chairs. However, they were so dirty that it would not be recommended to eat from them. In the dining room there were two doors; one on the right hand side, and one on the left hand side. Azumi entered the one on the right and found that it was a large bathroom with multiple toilets and sinks. Azumi walked down it to find another door that led her straight back to the foyer. Azumi went back to the dining room and went through the other door. It took her into a large room with an old pool table, football table, and torn up sofas. As she looked around she found old crisp packets, beer cans, assorted bottles ranging from rum to coke.

Azumi left the old games room, and took a look upstairs. She looked in all the rooms, finding nothing but old beds covered in litter from years of teens throwing parties and orgies in the rooms.

"These are going to take some cleaning," thought Azumi.

Azumi found herself back downstairs looking for the washroom. She found that the door in the staircase was more than just a cupboard, but actually had a staircase of its own leading down.

The washroom was the cleanest part of the building. Presumably because teens had never bothered to use it. There were some traditional Japanese washtubs; however, Azumi decided to give those a miss once she saw how grubby they were. There were also rows of showers. There were no cubicles or curtains. Azumi tried turning one on, but no water came out. After trying all of them, Azumi noticed a hose next to the tried to turn it on. At first, nothing came out, but after making some strange noises, the hose spewed out clear water. Azumi placed the hose down on a drain whilst she undressed.

Azumi undid her dressing gown and took it off, placing it on the side of one of the bathtubs. Next, she took her jumper off, revealing her breasts, which were slightly red because of last night's events. She quickly slipped out of her flip-flops. Azumi dropped her jumper on top of her dressing gown. Azumi finished by sliding her pyjama bottoms down her smooth legs, revealing her nicely shaved pussy. She pulled her feet out of her pink bottoms. Azumi piled her clothes up, unwrapped her towel and grabbed the bottle of shower gel she had wrapped up in her towel.

Azumi picked up the hose and gave herself a quick rinse. Once she was wet, she placed the hose down, and poured some of the gel into her hands. She rubbed it into her arms first, then moved to her torso. She put on some more, and rubbed it into her breasts, trying to clean away the evidence of last night. Azumi poured some more gel into her hands and began to rub it into her vagina. She rubbed the gel into the folds and moved her hands around to her arse. She caressed each cheek, rubbing in the soap. She finished cleaning her body by rubbing the gel into her legs and feet. Once Azumi had finished, she picked up the hose and rinsed her body of the soap. The water ran down her breasts, washing away the soap. She washed her entrance. Azumi washed her hair and turned off the water.

Azumi picked up her towel and dried herself. She thought of the violation she had received and shuddered. She dropped her towel and was about to get dressed when the door opened. A boy with shortish black hair, around Azumi's age walked in. As soon as he saw Azumi naked, he blushed bright red.

"GET OUT!" She screamed.

With no hesitation, the boy slammed the door shut and sped back up the stairs. Azumi took some deep breaths. The shock of someone walking in had startled her. She hadn't expected anyone to walk in. Normally she wasn't too embarrassed by being seen naked. She didn't like it, but normally she didn't react so harshly. After the events of last night, she was feeling slightly insecure.

Azumi picked up her light blue, boxer style underwear and slipped into them. She pulled on her purple bra. Azumi pulled her long sleeved T-shirt, leggings, and jumper. She picked up her wash stuff, slipped her flip-flops back on, and went back upstairs.

Back in the foyer, Azumi saw the boy again.

"I'm really sorry about that," he quickly apologised, "I like exploring old abandoned houses, and so I didn't expect to see anyone."

"Well this house isn't abandoned anymore, I just moved in," retorted Azumi.

"I am really sorry, I've been in plenty of times and no one has been in here," he said. "Except for at night when the dickheads come here and party," he added.

"I bet you really enjoy those parties," sneered Azumi.

"I never go to them, they're not my thing. Plus the guys there are horrible," he argued.

"Sure…" said Azumi sarcastically, "Well if you leave now I won't tell anyone that you were here,"

"Okay...Thanks," he said.

The boy quickly ran through the door and disappeared into the forest.

Azumi was back in her room and was bored. She had no internet. She had used 4G for a while to message her friends to tell them about the new house (No mentions of the assault), but she lost the signal and couldn't get it back.

Azumi considered going to sleep but quickly decided that wouldn't be possible due to the chainsaw. Azumi decided to go see if the lumberjack wanted help with anything.

The lumberjack was at the edge of the forest, and had just cut down another tree. He was just about the chop the trunk into logs, when Azumi turned up.

"Hi," she said.

"Good morning," replied the lumberjack.

"Want some help with anything?" Asked Azumi.

"Bored, aye?" Said the lumberjack, "In my day we did stuff without internet. But if you're going to help then grab the trolley from the back of my van, bring it up here, load it with wood and take it back to the house. You may need to take a few trips."

"Okay, said Azumi.

Azumi went to the lumberjack's van and pulled out a trolley. It was the type of shopping trolley you would expect to find in Swedish furniture shops the size of Belgium. However, It's wheels had been replaced with larger ones built for almost any terrain.

Once Azumi was back with the lumberjack he had already cut the trunk into small enough pieces for the fire and had filled a plastic bag for the small twigs that were to be used as kindling.

"Wow! That's fast," said Azumi, amazed at the speed the old man could cut wood.

"I've been doing this all my life. My father wanted me to be a lumberjack like him. He'd had no luck with my brothers and sister, so he named me Mokuzai just to dedicate me to it," said Mokuzai.

"I'm Azumi," said Azumi.

"Yeah, your mother told me," said Mokuzai.

Azumi had finished filling up the trolley, so she took it back to the house and piled it all next to the front door.

After many trips back and forth, Azumi had moved all of the wood Mokuzai had cut down.

"That should be enough for today," said Mokuzai.

"Thanks a lot," said Azumi.

"No problem," said Mokuzai, "Do you want me to get the fires started?" He asked.

"If that's not too much of a problem," said Azumi.

"That's fine. Most young people today don't know how to start fires, except with cigarettes," said Mokuzai.

Mokuzai got the fire in the living room started with minutes without the use of lighters, matches, or firelighters.

"I'll get started on the kitchen fireplace," said Mokuzai.

"Thanks," said Azumi.

While Mokuzai lit the other fire, Azumi made him a cup of tea.

"Thanks, lass," he said.

They sat at the kitchen table in silence for a few minutes before Azumi asked: "How often to people come out here to party?"

"I'm assuming you've seen the mess around here," said Mokuzai.

Azumi nodded.

"Well it seems to be a few times a week," answered Mokuzai, "But those parties aren't the strangest thing that went on around here," he added.

"What else goes on?" pushed Azumi.

"Well, before the previous owners of this place moved away, there used to be reports of assault of people. It was strange,"

"What was strange?" inquired Azumi.

"Well people would turn up saying that they were attacked or raped," answered Mokuzai, "They would have bruises, but there was no DNA evidence to show that anyone touched them."

"What about the people living here?"

"They never reported anything happening to them," said Mokuzai.

"Were they suspected?"

"Some folks did suspect, but they were busy people. Lots of friends, out and about," explained Mokuzai, "But they were finally cleared when the wife's health began to deteriorate and she spent lots of time in hospital. Her husband never left her side."

"So who was it?" Azumi was extremely curious now.

"That question was never answered," said Mokuzai, "The reports stopped a while after the old folks left and the parties in the servant's quarters began,"

"Spooky," noted Azumi.

"Very," agreed Mokuzai, draining the last of his tea.

They sat at the table in silence for a moment.

"Well I'd better be off," said Mokuzai preparing to leave.

"Okay, thanks a lot for your help," said Azumi.

"I'll bring some logs that I haven't been able to shift from my shop tomorrow," offered Mokuzai.

"Thanks," said Azumi.

Mokuzai, left the manor, got in his van and left. This left Azumi to mull over what she had just heard.

Azumi checked both of the fires and threw a log on each of them to keep them going for a while. She went upstairs and dragged her mattress and blankets downstairs. There was no furniture in the living room, so there was plenty of space in front of the fire for her mattress.

Azumi pulled out her phone to check for a mobile signal. She managed to get two bars so she decided to message her friend, Scarlett.

Hey sent Azumi

Hi Scarlett replied. How are you?

Tired and a little freaked out Azumi admitted

Poor little rich girl, do you need hot butler wearing a gold thong to tuck you in?

Ha ha very funny. But seriously though, I am really freaked out

Why?

Azumi described everything that Mokuzai had told her, but left out the fact that she had experienced the same thing.

That is scary

You know what's even scarier?

No, what?

Last night when I was trying to get to sleep the same thing happened to me.

What!?

Yeah. It forced me to give it a titjob and blowjob

You are shitting me!

But when it tried the fuck me I said that I was a virgin and it stopped

Freaky

My signal's about to go. talk to you later

Tell me everything when I come on Saturday

Azumi was about to type 'will do' but her signal cut out. She put some more logs on each fire to get through the night. Azumi went upstairs to get her pyjamas, and closed every curtain along the way.

Once in her room, Azumi got a clean pair of pyjamas out of her bag. She stripped off and examined herself in the mirror. She had dark brown eyes, and lighter brown hair that went down to just past her neck. She was of average height and was comfortable with her weight. Her boobs were only just C-cups.

"I wonder what it sees in me," Azumi thought as she put her pyjamas on.

Azumi was in the living room again. Her phone buzzed. She hoped that she had a signal again, but it was just Facebook asking if she knew someone just because they had 1 mutual friend. She was about to dismiss the notification when she saw the profile picture. It was the dark haired boy from earlier. Akiya Shasha.

"So that's his name," mumbled Azumi.

She tapped on the notification and sent Akiya a friend request. Azumi checked to see if Scarlett was online. She wasn't. Azumi was still curious about the events Mokuzai had described, so she did some searches and found Newspaper articles. Some of which she had seen before, as her new home wasn't too far away from her old one. She had never read the articles in detail before. When she had seen them, she had just thought nothing of them, passing them off as clickbait.#

Eventually Azumi came across some blogs dedicated to events like these. They called the culprits of these mysterious events: 'Sex poltergeists'.

That's a pretty stupid name Azumi thought.

Her signal inevitabley was lost again. So Azumi put her phone down and was about to go to sleep when she heard a noise.

Not that again! She begged mentally.

"Hello…" called a voice.

"Hello," replied Azumi.

"You were helpful...last night…"

"Really? Well I didn't exactly offer," said Azumi.

"Sorry...To remain in this world...I need...energy…"

"You mean sex?" Suggested Azumi.

"Fear...Pleasure...Excitement...Anger…"

"I don't understand," said Azumi.

"I feed on high emotions...If I don't...I go to purgatory...forever…"

"So raping me gave you the energy you needed," said Azumi.

"Yes…"

"So why did you stop when I said that I was a virgin?" She asked.

"Bargain…"

"What type of bargain?" Inquired Azumi.

"Fading…"

"What?"

"I...can...go...to...afterlife...if…" the voice faded from hearing.

"If what?" Asked Azumi.

No response.

"I can give you energy now if you need," she offered.

"Back...tomorrow…"

Azumi sighed, lay down and went to sleep.