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

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

... point to visit you in whatever deep hole in hell they reserve for murderers.”

“I’m not a murderer,” Angelina said.

“Then who is?” Callie asked as Mina took over cocksucking duties for a moment.

“Fuck you, you little whore.”

“I’m not the one trying to steal another woman’s husband, bitch.”

I interrupted. “We have two more people we need to join our little party.”

I held the wooden box with the pistols in front of Callie and Mina. Callie took one, and Mina took the other without even breaking her slow mouth motions up and down my cock.

As soon as both twins had the pistols in their hands, a glow suffused the room, and on queue, the Helmsworth twins appeared. They were horrifying, with nasty black holes in their foreheads, blood all over their face, blood all over their chest. Parts of the back of their heads missing. They were nude, except for thigh-high boots.

“I know it’s been awhile, but I’m sure you remember Dorothy and Lorelei,” I said.

Angelina screamed. “What the fuck! What the fuck!”

“This is your chance to finally come clean,” I said. “You can talk to us, work with us while we sort this out, and maybe you might get a lighter sentence when the authorities get involved. On the other hand, we can go straight to the state police. Your call.”

“Fuck you,” Angelina spat. “Get these freaks away from me. I don’t know what kind of a trick this is, but it won’t work. Get.” She made a gesture with her hand like she was trying to shoo away the ...

... specters that were now just a few feet from her. It didn’t work.

Lila smiled. “Let’s play a game we made up called ‘Truth or Deeper’.” She pulled out an eighteen inch long strap on and buckled up.

“So baby,” Lila purred to Angelina, rubbing the dong across her asshole and slit. “What was all this about you trying to steal my husband?”

“What the fuck,” Angelina said. “Get that thing away from me. Fuck you.”

Lila ignored her. “Here are the rules for ‘Truth or Deeper’, love. I am going to ask you some questions. You are going to answer them. If you tell the truth, nothing happens. If you lie, we go deeper. Got it? So, to start things out, you have a choice, vaginal or anal?”

Angelina looked at my wife, then at me. She suddenly looked very pale.

“I...I...I’ll do anal,” she said softly, looking at the Helmsworth twins in horror.

“You bet,” Lila said, dumping some lube on Angelina’s asshole and sliding the first six inches of the dildo in. “If you’re asking for anal, your cunt must be as shallow as your character. Time for your first question: how did the Helmsworth twins die?”

“They died in a car accident.”

Lila slid in another inch.

Angelina sneered. “Bitch...”

“Give me the correct answer to my question, how did Dorothy and Lorelei die.”

Angelina gulped and cursed.

“Fuck,” she said. “You’re going to pay for this.”

“Maybe, but you’re going to pay more. Abetting a murder is a pretty nasty charge. Covering up a murder is ugly too. Cooperation is ...