The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts VI – VIII & Epilogue - Sex Stories

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts VI – VIII & Epilogue

... know how this works?”

She moved to the rack and stepped onto it.

“I think one hand goes here, one hand goes here, and your legs go here and here,” she slipped her hands and feet into place. I buckled her into place.

“Like that?” I asked.

“That’s perfect, lover, make them nice and tight so I can’t get away. I’m now at your mercy, baby. You can do anything you want to me, I’m helpless.”

A thick stream of grool was sliding down the inside of her thighs.

I squeezed her tits and pressed my lips against her wide nipples, licking the aureoles and nipping at the hard tips. She moaned.

“Fuck me, baby,” she murmured. “You know you want this, you know I want this. Take me, please.”

I switched the levers on the rack so she moved around and was now bent over, her ass in the air.

“Oh yeah,” she murmured. “Do it, please. Take my ass if you want. Whatever, lover, just fuck me.”

I pushed my shorts to the ground and stroked my cock, bringing it all the way to attention. I ran the head up and down her soaked slit and her puckered asshole, but didn’t push it in.

“You know,” I said. “Back in the middle ages, they used these as torture and interrogation devices.”

“Do you want to interrogate me, baby?” she purred.

I put a photo of her on the same rack back in the late 90s in front of her.

“Yeah, I would. I thought you had never been in this attic until the house came on the market. What’s this picture all about?”

Angelina swore and started to pull at ...

... the manacles, reaching for the safety releases and finding them disabled.

“Sorry, sexy,” I said as she struggled. “I made a couple of unauthorized modifications to this little toy here. The quick release clips don’t work anymore, and we forgot to set a safe word. Damn.”

The realization that she had been played slithered across her face, rage taking the place of arousal.

“Fuck you, you bastard,” she cursed, struggling. “When I get free I’m calling the police and you’re going to be in so much trouble. I’ve got this town in the palm of my hand, you’ve fucked over the wrong chick.”

“Not as much trouble as you are, babe. I think accessory to murder is a much heavier charge. It’s even heavier than the penalty for doing ‘unnatural things’.”

She stopped struggling and looked up at me, her face suddenly pale.

“We’re going to play a game,” I said.

I whistled and a second later Lila, Mina, and Callie sauntered in. They were wearing various outfits from the other wing of the attic. They came and stood next to me. I sat down on the couch and my twin daughters knelt down in front of me. Callie wrapped her lips around my hard meat as the twins began tag teaming my cock.

“Is this what you meant by ‘unnatural things’?” I asked, patting Mina and Callie on the head as Callie sloppily sucked down her father’s shaft all the way to the base.

“People like you go to hell,” Angelina spat.

“Maybe so, but if sex between consenting adults gets you sent to hell, I’ll make it a ...