Let chance decide

On silent stocking feet you listen at the foot of the stairs. You can hear the murmur of the women conversing, but none of their words. The glow of light from the bedroom suddenly goes out.

"I think I heard something!" your wife's voice squeaks. "We better go look." You see flashlight beams flicker dimly upstairs and the clack of heels on the floor. "You check up here. I'll go downstairs. It's probably nothing, but let's make sure."

You slide silently down the hall, pausing at the door of the guest bedroom. A dim beam of light dances down the stairs in time to the measured sound of high heels. At the foot of the stairs, the sound stops, and the light darts about for a moment. You step into the bedroom, out of its range.

You hear the heels going the other direction and step into the hallway again, seeing the light beam darting about the living room. Silently, you move up the hallway and slip into the living room as the flashlight enters the kitchen. You stay still as the beam explores the kitchen then enters the hallway, the heels tapping down towards the bedroom and your study. You watch as the the light enters both rooms and leaves, then checks the bathroom. Finding nothing, the heels and the light come back up the hallway.

"Nothing on this floor," Laurel calls.

"I haven't found anything either," Lisa's voice answers from upstairs.

"Keep looking. Let's make sure."

Silently you step behind Laurel and seize her around the waist, one hand covering her mouth to stifle her cries. She struggles but you easily lift her off her feet and carry her down the basement stairs. You push the dungeon door open, seeing her for the first time in the dim light of the nightlight. You let her down and she turns on you ready to scream. You slap her face and hold her chin, pushing a ball gag into her mouth. She makes a futile struggle, but you easily subdue her, pulling her to a table and pushing her back over it. You spread her legs and secure them to the table with straps, then pull her arms behind her back and secure them as well. A final strap goes under her armpits and above her breasts, leaving her trussed and utterly helpless, exposed to anything you want to use her for.

You pull the gown down to fully expose her tits, then bite the stiffening nipples as she moans and drools around the gag. Rubbing your fingers in her pussy you find it dripping with her arousal.

You roll a stand between her legs. It supports a small machine with two reciprocating arms, each of which ends in a dildo. You press the larger one against her flowering cunt and turn it on to low, letting the latex cock start to invade her, without fully entering her. Her moans deepen, and she tries to rock her hips to take the thing deeper.