Chain her up

You carry the delightfully squirming brunette into the dungeon and put her down, pushing her to her knees. She looks to your masked face and shivers, her eyes dropping to your groin, obviously expecting to be **** to suck you, and equally obviously excited by the idea. Her soft breasts are heaving, one popped completely out of the scarlet babydoll, a stiff pierced nipple standing hard and proud.

Surprising her, you grab a set of manacles and clamp them round her wrists, then attach them to a chain hanging from the ceiling. She stares at you wide eyes as you step over to Laurel and remove the gag from her mouth. It's the first time she has noticed your wife is in the room, trussed and helpless, moaning as the fucking machine teases her pussy.

"He gagged me, I couldn't warn you," Laurel gasps turning her head to look at Lisa in chains. "He was too strong for me. And now he's got you too. Oh God, what's going to happen to us," she wails, getting into her role as she always does.

"Don't hurt us," Lisa whimpers, taking her cue from your wife. "Please let us go."

For answer you pull on another chain, activating a pulley and raising the brunette's arms above her head, forcing her to stand. Then pulling it further until she stands on tip toe, her arms stretched above her head, her body quivering. You walk around her, trailing your hand over her body, lifting the baby doll to examine her. She stares fixated at you, her chin trembling. You pinch and tug her exposed nipple and she throws her head back moaning.

"Oh God, what are you doing to me!" she cries, wriggling. You slide your hand down her belly and into her pussy, finding it soaked and dripping. She rocks her hips, humping your fingers. You pull them out of her and thrust them in her mouth, making her suck her own juices off them. You step back and she stares at you, wild eyed and ****.

You walk to your trussed wife and stroke her cheek, then slap it lightly. She's moaning, trying to move her bound body to get more of the teasing machine.

"You're so cruel. Let us go and we'll be so good to you, I'll do things you can't imagine," she whimpers. For answer you push the machine forward, the latex cock penetrating her flowering pussy, slowly thrusting into her.

"Ohhhhhh Yessss! Oh, Oh, Oh, God Yessss!" she moans, already coming. You press the smaller dildo on the machine against her ass, letting it start to have its way with her. Laurel gasps, her mouth wide as she feels both of her holes invaded by the machine. You adjust he machine, turning it to a setting that starts with slow thrusts that gradually build in speed and depth. You squeeze your wife's breasts, biting her nipples, and she cries out in orgasmic joy again. Knowing her as you do, you know that she's probably on her third or fourth orgasm already.

You walk back to Lisa hanging helpless in chains, staring at Laurel's mechanical violation. You pick up a flogger and show it to her, watching her tremble and bite her lip, but hardly able to tear her eyes away from the trussed blonde.

You lash her across her thighs, and she flinches, crying out sharply in protest. You walk around her, flogging her, her belly, her back, her tits, her ass feeling the sting of the lashes. Her piteous, lust tinged cries are in counterpoint to your wife's deepening moans as the machine steadily increases its pace, fucking her with relentless power.

You stand behind Lisa and flog her ass twice, seeing her flinch away from the blow, then rocking back to invite another. Her body is stretched and taut, every bit of her well defined.

"Oh God, what are you doing to me?" she moans. "I've never felt like this, Oh God!" Her final words are a shriek as you flog her again. She rubs her thighs together and you can see they are slick with moisture from her dripping cunt. Trussed and helpless on the table, Laurel is incoherent with frenzy as the machine plunges the dildos into her. You flog Lisa again and she comes, shrieking and frantic.

"Please fuck me, please fuck me, please! Please!" she begs. You release some tension on the chain, letting her put her feet on the ground, then seize her hips. Freeing you cock you rub it between her thighs getting it slick with her moisture as she whimpers and purrs. Positioning it at her rosebud you press it into her ass, forcing a guttural groan from her as you impale her.

"Oh Fuck! Yes! Fuck my ass!" Lisa implores as you pound into her, looking past her at your wife in the throes of passion at the mercy of the remorseless machine. You reach around the manacled brunette and tug at her nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger, sending her into even deeper frenzy. Your other hand slides into her spasming pussy, filling it with your fingers, as your cock fills her ass. Like Laurel she is coming repeatedly, convulsions shuddering through her lush body. You squeeze her clit hard and she gives a final screaming cry as a tectonic level orgasm racks her body, leaving her sagging from the chains.

You pull out of her ass, your cock ready to burst, and thrust it into Laurel's mouth. She takes it eagerly, wanting all her holes filled, taking you down her throat. It's more that you can take, and your throbbing meat explodes in her throat, pumping hot curds of spunk into her, as the machine reaches its highest speed, pounding the latex cocks into her.

Sated, you pull out of her. Her ruined, gasping mouth drools saliva and come. Her eyes are rolled back, her body quivering as she continually comes. The machine is in its slow down cycle now, easing the pressure on her violated holes. Finally, it stops and you pull it back from her, savoring the sight of the two helpless women, one trussed and bound, the other hanging sweaty and exhausted in her manacles.

"Have fun girls?" you ask, taking off the balaclava.