Chapter 4

Sarah arrived at the house and hurried to her room to check on her clothes, nothing had been returned and now everything was missing except what she had on.

"Damn him", she thought, "now what do I do?" She went down to the kitchen and into the laundry. She removed her school uniform and socks and placed them in the washing machine and got that started. Then dressed in only her slip, garter belt, stockings and saddle shoes she went into the kitchen, removed the key from its hook and unlocked both latches to the basement door. She opened the basement door and went down the steps. She was too mad at Thomas about her clothes to be scared and flicked the light switch for the hallway. She proceeded to "Thomas's doorway" as she now thought of it and flicked the light switch for the main room and stepped through. She immediately felt a strong breeze and her slip flew up around her waist all around, leaving her naked except for the garter belt and stockings from the waist down.

"God damn it Thomas, stop this," she yelled into the air as she pulled her slip back down. "Did you get a good look at my naked ass? Or did you concentrate on seeing my pussy? Just grow up and stop this. I want all my clothes returned and I'll even let you put back the stuff you originally put in there, the bustiers, garter belts, stockings, teddies and slips. I'll even wear the things for you, including the leather crotchless one if you just return it all. I have to have underwear for school tomorrow; I can't face another public spanking and accompanying humiliation. Please put my clothes back" She looked around to see if he glimmered anywhere and then realized it was only in the dark that she saw that. She didn't want to go back through the doorway to flick the lights off in here but there was no other way. She turned back to the doorway and had taken one step when the door slammed shut on her. "What the hell?" she thought. She went to the door and pushed on it, ignoring her slip up around her waist. Nothing, it was locked. Remembering breaking it open the other day she threw her shoulder into it as she suddenly realized her slip was up but she felt no breeze this time. Her attempt to shoulder the door open failed, as did her next three attempts. As she grew more frightened she suddenly realized that although she felt no breeze her crotch felt cold, as if maybe Thomas was playing with her down there. She jumped away from the door and the feeling subsided as her slip fell back into place. Now she was scared, Thomas was playing more serious games and had her locked in. Well, at least she had light today and decided to investigate. She took several steps and then the lights went out.

"Thomas, stop this, turn the lights back on," she said. She must be crazy, talking to a ghost with no proof there actually was one. That strong breeze as she entered may have been matched by one from the opposite direction that blew the door closed and it may have latched better than it had been, that's why it just didn't open as easily as it had. The cold on her crotch was probably a figment of her imagination and this light bulb may be old and had just burned out. There were logical explanations for everything that had happened, except for the clothes. She felt out into the dark with her hands as she tried to get to a wall to follow to keep a sense of direction. Suddenly she saw a shimmering glow at the far end of the room by the right side tunnel with the off shoot she had followed her first time.

"Thomas is that you?" she asked in the direction of the glow and thought it looked like the top part had bowed down in acceptance of that fact. "Thomas why are you doing this?" she asked and realized the glow was retreating up the tunnel. "Do you want to show me something? Should I follow?" she asked and again it seemed to agree. She wondered what was going to happen, but screwing up her courage and with one hand on the wall beside her, she started after the glow. She followed it as it led her deeper into the tunnel and then started up the off shoot. "Thomas, don't go that way. I don't want to go back up that tunnel; it comes to a dead end at a staircase which dead ends into a blank wall at the top." She continued in her mind, "and a flashlight wanted in my panties it seemed and I almost performed fellatio on that pipe. Like I thought the other day, only my ass wasn't attacked and I don't want to push my luck on that point." The glow had almost disappeared and then became brighter as it came back towards her. It stopped about 20 feet into the tunnel and held there a count of five, Sarah knew because she had counted when it stopped, and then started down the tunnel again. "Oh shit, I'm going to have to go into here again," she sighed and gave in to the inevitable and started down the tunnel. She was counting her step and had reached a hundred when it felt like someone hit her in the back of her knees and she fell onto her knees and her ass continued to the back of her calves as she felt something penetrate her ass.

"Oh!" she gasped as she settled on whatever it was and felt it plunging up her rectum. "Oh my God," she screamed at the feeling of that thing up her ass. It felt like what she had guessed a cock would feel like in her masturbatory fantasies. She rested for a moment to catch her breath and tried to push up and get it out of her body. She got several inches off the floor when it felt like she was shoved down and she sank on the tormentor and it again rammed up her ass. She again moaned at the sensation of her ass packed by whatever was sticking up into her. Several more attempts to rise had her back down on the dildo, she decided it had to be, and she had begun to rise and fall for the erotic sensation of being fucked up her "Hershey Highway" as she had heard anal sex called. She came to her senses just before she lost it and fucked it for sure. She leaned forward with the attention of getting off by crawling forward when she felt something start to get crammed in to her cunt. She found the key to the basement leaning there and when she had leaned forward it had started to penetrate her cunt. Realizing that would be what was called a "dp", for double penetration, she sat back up and felt the dildo become fully embedded in her. Another attempt to rise found her again slamming back down and then something snapped. This dildo, or whatever, no clothes and the humiliation and spanking at school, put her over the edge. No more did she attempt to rise, she ground her ass onto the object and rotated, totally getting an ass fuck from it.

"Oh God, this feels good. I'm glad I have no panties on to block its way and now it'll make me cum. Thomas are you under me?" she asked as she realized she hadn't seen the glow since she had sat down on this, "am I riding your cock?" Suddenly the glow was about 5 feet in front of her, but had no outline or features to show it was a man there. But it didn't matter, Thomas or something else, she continued to fuck whatever it was. "Yes Thomas, I hope it's you and you just lay there and relax. Just let me ride you until we both reach ecstasy." Sarah continued to grind even as she bounced up and down,

"Oh yes Thomas, fuck me. Fuck my ass, come on fuck me!!" she screamed as her orgasm rolled in waves over her. "Oh fuck yes, I'M CUUUMMMIINNGG!!!" She didn't feel anything and didn't know if this was the real thing or a hoax. There was no ejaculation she could feel and whatever it was stayed rock hard but she sensed it was over and tried to rise again and succeeded in raising enough to evacuate the object from her ass. She started to rise when she saw a flashlight just before her from the glow's light. She picked it up and flicked it on. The beam shot out to the glow which instantly disappeared. She turned it off for a count of fifty but it never reappeared so she turned the flashlight back on and checked out the floor under her. There was a six inch object, 2 inches in circumference at the base and tapering to a half inch around pointed top coming out of the floor. She grabbed it and realized it was made of wood and the way her hand slid up it when she attempted to remove it by pulling up; that there was some kind of lubrication on it. Removing her hand she shone the flashlight on a deep gold or yellow color and realized it was old fashioned axle grease. She had seen a pail of it at the Historical Center. She stood and kicked at it and went to turn around as she realized she had kicked it over. Turning back she had studied the object and decided her guess of having a dildo up her ass was probably the truth, except it was probably an antique dildo. She shone the light around but couldn't find the key. Oh well, that great treasure was probably Thomas's ego talking about him. She thought for a minute and realized that after its several attempts, the house, Thomas or whatever had finally gotten to fuck her. "Made me like it and help it, too" she thought.

She retreated the way she had come and had no problems opening the previously locked door and finally managed to reach the kitchen, where she locked the basement door, "for all the good it does" she thought. She went to the laundry and again hung up her blouse and skirt to drip dry and threw the socks in the dryer. She went up to her room as she checked her watch; dad would be home in about 45 minutes. She passed into her bathroom and took the slip off and turned her back to the full length mirror and bent over. She could see no evidence of the dildo causing her to bleed so she spread her cheeks, still no blood but her sphincter had a ring of axle grease around it. She turned on the shower for hot water, knowing it would have to be hot to remove the grease and hopefully wash it down the drain. She bent forward again and grabbed some toilet paper and attempted to wipe the worst of the grease off. She was bending down for more toilet paper when she felt something ram up her ass. It hammered her as she gasped and fought to straighten up. Steam was filling the room from the shower as she happened to look in the mirror and saw an outline of a body.

"Daddy?" she asked as the object continued to pound her ass. The outline was right behind her and apparently fucking her, it wasn't the dildo. A glance at the countertop verified the dildo was there. She tried reaching behind her but could feel nothing. She reached between her legs to crush his balls, but felt nothing except a log hammering up her rectum. She looked again at the silhouette in the mist, "Thomas?" she ventured and then gasped as she felt this object in her ass gush fluid up and into her. "Oh God, he's cumming!" she thought. "At least he was in her ass instead of her cunt because she wasn't on birth control and this thing had a huge load of cum it was pumping into her belly. More than enough to impregnate her if it was possible for whatever or whoever it was to do so. The spurting in her ass stopped and the silhouette moved away and through the closed door. Sarah hurriedly jerked it open but there was no steam to outline it. She stepped back into her bathroom and showered. After drying off she returned to the bedroom and against all hope opened her underwear drawer and saw all her bras and thongs were back. The garter belts, stockings, bustiers, and teddies were also all back as well as her socks. Her T shirts shorts and jeans were still missing. Rushing to her closet she opened the doors and found the slips had returned and one uniform, giving her two. She looked around the room and finally asked,

"Okay, can I wear my school skirt tonight instead of just lingerie?" There was nothing but silence. Dad would be home in 10 minutes. She turned back to the closet and everything was again gone except for a sky blue slip. "Okay Thomas, I get the hint," she said. When I'm home, nothing but lingerie will be worn. I only hope dad has no objections." She went to her dresser and found another white garter belt and pair of stockings and then a matching sky blue thong and bra. She had just finished dressing and was brushing her hair when there was a knock on the door. "Yes?" she called.

"Just me honey, I'm home," her father said as he pushed her door open and stuck his head in. "I was just wondering if, Holy Shit Baby!! You look good, fuck you look fantastic!!"

"So much for worrying about dad having objections to my wearing just lingerie around the house," she thought. "Wondering what, daddy?" she asked.

"Uh ... uh..." he couldn't take his eyes off his daughter with the golden hair falling over the sky blue slip. "I was wondering what you wanted for supper?" he asked. Sarah suddenly felt weird and warm all over.

"That's okay Daddy you worked hard today. You get cleaned up and come down stairs and relax, I'll fix supper. Mac and cheese and hot dogs okay? Or would you prefer hamburgers and fries?" she asked as her pussy continued to heat up and leak it's vaginal juices into the crotch of her thong. She could feel it was getting wet already. She felt some juices slide down the inside of her thighs and saw her dad look down as if he could notice it. She looked at his crotch and saw his cock spring to life.

"Yes," Thomas thought. "She rode my dildo and gave me the ability to shove my cock up her ass, where the dildo had been. My cum in her is allowing me to now move into her body and control her. I'm making her super horny and tonight she'll act the slut for Mark and tease him endlessly and then they'll fuck. Heaven help Mark then."

"So daddy what will it be?" Sarah asked. Mark finally managed to lift his eyes from her legs. "Was she peeing herself as she stood there talking to him? Or was her pussy so wet, it was running down her leg?" he wondered.