Shokushu High School

MIDDAY TUESDAY

Avery Roberts looked up at the mansion with a contented smile. Fifteen years ago she'd visited it, and vowed it would be hers. Now it was. Fifteen years of denying herself every extravagant luxury, every unnecessary expense, and now, after all these years, she had saved up the money to buy it, and, thanks to a few fortunate investments that had skyrocketed beyond everyone's wildest dreams (including her Microsoft shares, which she had sold back in '98), she even had a nice little nest egg to boot. She grinned at the thought. 28 years old, and already a selfmade millionaire, thanks to a dream she had nurtured since she was 13. She flicked the keychain around her finger, marching up to the door. For a brief moment when she slid the key in, she had the weirdest feeling... like the house welcomed her, much as a fox would welcome a rabbit to the foxhole... Shrugging it off, she pushed the door open and entered the hallway. Not a speck of dust to be seen; the cleaning crews had been efficient.

Avery scanned the bookshelves in the library, smiling. It seemed that all the catalogued books were in place. Reaching for a thick, leatherbound tome, Avery gasped as she noticed the title. "The nature of hauntings" by... the name was obscured by age. Glancing at the first few pages, she smiled. The book told of how certain spirits might inhabit certain objects they felt attached to in life, occasionally giving the very items a life of their own. Even more, the book claimed that these spirits often nourished themselves on the emotions of mortal beings, such as pleasure, pain, fear... and so on. She slowly slid the book back onto the shelf, idly pondering the history of the mansion; centuries of inhabitants, and several deaths in the very building... "I gotta stop thinking about this... I'm beginning to weird myself out."

Avery was sound asleep, wearing only a pair of lace panties under the covers, dreaming strange dreams. For a time, she could have sworn there was a strong, gentle man in bed with her, gently kneading her breasts, massaging her back... tracing her pantyline with a few light touches... In reality, the bed was reshaping itself, the covers now clinging to her form, rubbing against her flesh, finding the edge of her panties, only to slowly peel them away...

She awoke, realizing it was not merely a dream. As she slowly tried to get a hold on the real world, she felt herself getting turned on. Her panties now discarded beside the bed, she felt her covers moving, growing, taking the form of a large phallus pushing against her womanhood. As she realized her own bed was sexing her up, the covers thrust deep, filling her quickly. She let out a deep moan as the linen cock reached parts where no mortal man ever had been. As she started writhing in the folds of the large, old bed, she felt the sheet twitch under her... and force its way up into her anus, now filling her up completely. Before she really knew what happened, she was orgasming. Shortly afterward, she felt herself being turned around, without the magnificent cloth members changing their pace of fucking. As she felt her lower body being lifter slightly from the bed, something else was happening to the pillow. As she reached her second orgasm, she was deep-throating the new giant dick that had sprouted from her pillows.

She didn't get much sleep that night...

Avery slowly climbed out of bed, walking unsteadily to the shower. She was feeling sore, tender and quite sated after the several dozen orgasms her bed had forced on her through the night.

"One thing's for sure; I'm sleeping downstairs tonight. Still... the bed stays." She yawned broadly as she stepped into the hot jet of water, cleaning off all the sweat and other bodily fluids that were sticking to her skin. After twenty minutes, she was stumbling down the stairs, preparing to explore the library properly. She pulled down the book she'd looked at the previous day, scanning the pages regarding the emotion-feeding spirits.

"The ghosts often attach themselves to certain pieces of furniture, like a table or a cupboard, which they will be able to alter the shape and mass of to suit their desires, as well as their means of nourishment. The spirits that feed on pleasure are usually few and far apart in haunted houses, but there are records of manors solely inhabited by this type of hauntings; they will never cause any physical harm, though there have been incidents where their surprised victim has been institutionalized due to a mental breakdown after hours of pure, unadulterated pleasure. For the past five centuries, there have been two cases where an exorcist has been summoned to banish pleasure-feeders." Avery grinned.

"So, the ghost is confined to the bed... good. Then the living room ought to be safe to sleep in." Shoving the book back into place, Avery noticed something odd - one of the books seemed out of place, its title referring to secret passages rather than the section's theme, namely the supernatural. She tried to pull the book down, but it was stuck, activating a mechanism that made the bookshelf move, revealing a secret passage. Avery gasped, staring into the darkness. Not a sound. Fetching a candle, she slowly made her way into what seemed to be a short corridor leading to a greater subterranean chamber. As she found a torch on the wall and lit it, she gasped at the room illuminated before her.

On a large stone table lay a massive man, seemingly modelled out of clay. The two things Avery first noticed about it was the hole in its forehead, and its enormous phallus, easily 20 inches long and 4 inches thick. Marvelled at the sight, she almost never noticed the clay cylinder that lay beside the figure. She picked it up and examined it carefully. Along the length of the cylinder, she could see a series of symbols, beyond her ability to translate.

"What's this? Looks like Cyrillic letters, but not quite... maybe Hebrew?" Realizing that the cylinder was the same size as the hole in the clay figure's forehead, she glanced around nervously for a moment before shoving the cylinder into place. The eyes of the clay man lit up, and he started moving, slowly standing up beside the table. Avery gasped, hardly believing her own eyes.

"Fuck me..." Had she known anything about the nature of golems, she would never have used that phrase to express her surprise. As it were, the golem moved with impossible speed and picked her up, briskly pulling up her skirt and impaling her on its enormous dick, ripping her panties to shreds. She had never felt so full in her entire life. Within seconds, she was panting heavily, trying to force herself further down on the massive cock that was hammering against her cervix. Suddenly she felt something give, and her entire womb wrapped itself around the golem's cockhead. She shuddered at the sensations, cumming like she never had before. She felt a thick, rough hand tear her blouse aside, squeezing her breast, tormenting her nipple, and then she felt firm lips surround the other one, sucking hard. Opening her eyes, she saw the golem was crouched in an inhuman manner, bent double to be able to suckle her tit. The sheer sight of it made her orgasm again... and again... and again.

After what felt like hours, the golem thrust harder for a few moments, then pushed in as deep as it could, jamming its cock against the back of her womb, covering her insides with what seemed to be a thick, rough liquid, filled with gritty particles. Then, the golem pulled out, setting her nicely down on the floor, seemingly expecting a new order. Avery gasped for air, trying to calm herself. Staring half-terrified up at the golem, an idea began to form in her mind.

"Carry me to the living room." The golem unceremoniously picked her up and brought her into the living room, where it placed her gently in a chair.

"Now suck my pussy clean." The golem knelt down and clamped its rough lips around Avery's vagina, a rough tongue worming its way up to her uterus, scooping up the thick fluid that remained there. Avery shrieked in joy, bucking her hips against the probing mouth, trying to get as much of the tongue as possible inside her. Then, the golem stood up, clearly done with his task.

"Return to the secret chamber and wait there," Avery whispered, weakened from the neck down after her seemingly unending orgasms over the past twelve hours. Without any further ado, she drifted off to sleep. As dreams claimed her, a half-dozen translucent figures surrounded her, nodding in approval.

"She didn't run screaming from the building..."

"She awakened the golem and took pleasure from it..."

"She does not have any need to leave the house to go to work..."

"She seems able..."

"Should we reveal ourselves to her in this form?"

"No. I deem it better that she encounters us one by one, in our corporeal forms. She enjoyed your efforts, but if she were to learn who we were, she might lose her mind..."

"Very well... but for now, she must rest." The ghosts vanished, a few bright sparks propelling through the mansion to various rooms. Avery snorted happily, dreaming, utterly unaware of the vast pleasures in stock for her...

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