“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 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 your best bet, unless you want jail time and a cavernous asshole.”
“Okay,” Angelina said. “They were shot in the head.”
“Obviously, one look at them now and that point is obvious. The important question is, by who?”
“How would I know?”
Lila added another inch of depth. Angelina unleashed a stream of curses at my wife, my daughters, and my ancestry.
Personally, I was enjoying this spectacle. The fact that my hot, slender college-aged twin daughters were tag-teaming their young mouths on my cock didn’t hurt either.
Lila asked her the next question. “Were you at the New Years Eve party the night they died?”
“No.”
Lila slid in yet another inch. Angelina groaned and swore. She sounded legitimately uncomfortable. I held up a picture showing her at the party, then the one showing she left right after the Helmsworth twins.
“Wrong answer,” I said. “Want to try again?”
“Yes, I was there.” She sounded defeated.
“What happened?”
She paused a long time, then finally spoke.
“Look, I was just a college student. My parents were really hard on me. They could only afford the local college but because I lived nearby I was low priority for student housing. The…the…killer…paid for me to have an apartment next to the university. I was his side piece, which sucked, but I got to get out of a bad home situation. Fucking a guy a few years your senior in exchange for a more stable living situation isn’t such a bad deal. And I worked as a drink girl for the Helmsworth twins when they had their little parties. It was strange, but fun. I was young, I didn’t know what I was doing.”
“Who killed them?” I asked.
“Please don’t do this. I’m sorry for what happened, but I had nothing to do with it.”
“I never said you did,” I replied. “Name please.”
Silence.
I nodded to Lila. She slid in another inch, meaning Angelina had taken about a foot into her ass. She howled, sweat pouring down her face.
“This is torture!” she cried.
“Name, please,” I said.
“Bart Dover.”
“Wow, the guy who lives two doors down from me?”
Lila slid a couple inches back out. Angelina sighed in relief.
“Thank you,” she murmured. “Yes, the Mr. Dover who lives on your street. After he was rejected by Dorothy he held a serious grudge. And when the twins began having their evil little orgies, that was too much. He was at the party that night when the twins showed up. He had drank a little too much. When they left shortly after the ball drop, he followed them and forced them off the road. I tried to stop him, but he hit me. He shot them with their own pistols. A week later, he came to me and asked me to get their ashes. He gave me a wad of cash. So I stole them. Nobody gave a shit, everyone thought they were freaks and we were better off with them gone.”
“Do you know where their ashes are?”
She shook her head. “I don’t, and I’m not lying. I had nothing to do with that. After the shooting, I broke off with Bart Dover, dropped out of college, took a night course in realty. I’ve been selling real estate ever since. So much for my big college dreams.”
“Does Bart Dover know where they are?”
“If anyone does, he does.”
“Will you help us find out where they are, and when the time comes, will you tell the state police everything you just told me?”
Angelina nodded and looked up at the bloody Helmsworth twins. “I’ve thought about you two every day over the past twenty years. I really am sorry for my part in this nightmare.”
Then she paused again.
“I lied to you about something else,” she added, biting her lip. Lila, who had been sliding the dildo out of Angelina’s ass stopped.
“Really?” Lila said. “About what?”
Angelina slowly slid her body backwards, sliding herself back on the dildo that she had been complaining about a moment ago. She pushed as far back as her restraints would allow her, then nodded to Lila. My wife looked at me and I just shook my head. She slid the eighteen inch dildo the rest of the way inside Angelina’s ass.
“I’m so worthless,” Angelina said. “Do with me what you will. I’m a piece of shit. And I’m so sorry. I’ve had this over my head for twenty years. I’m just glad it’s over. Make me pay.”
“Hah, no problem, bitch” Lila said. She began sodomizing Angelina with gusto, driving the eighteen-inch long strap-on in and out of Angelina’s asshole aggressively – definitely doing the whole “hell hath no fury” thing all over Angelina’s ass.
I got up and moved in front of Angelina, lifting her head up. She looked up at me with doe eyes that were red and teary.
“I’m such a whore,” she whispered. I gave my cock a couple of strokes and drove it into her mouth, not even trying to be gentle. I pushed until my balls rested against Angelina’s chin. She coughed and streamers of slime dribbled from her mouth around my meat, but she didn’t choke.
My wife continued to drive in and out of Angelina’s ass. Mina and the still-gruesome Helmsworth twins donned strap-on harnesses and fit them with different sized dongs. Mina went with a big, thick, horse-like thing. Dorothy had a long thin snake that looked to be almost two feet long with a tapered end. Lorelei had a short, stubby dildo that was almost as big around as my guns.
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