"Freddie, fuck... Wake up Freddie."
The words cut through his groggy haze, a familiar voice in a whispered shout. Something was wrong, he felt a twist in the pit of his stomach, and opened his eyes with a jolt. Her face came into focus, only adding to his confusion.
"Lucy? What is..." he mumbled, still half asleep. He recognised her immediately, he's known Lucy a little over three years, though only had a handful of conversations with her. They are little more than good acquaintances. Colleagues. Yet somehow, impossibly, she was now underneath him, naked on the floor of the office. "What the fuck is...?"
"I have no fucking idea," she cut him off, her signature low raspy voice laced with fear.
He pushed off the floor to get up, but found he could hardly move. The two of them were lying naked in the middle of the office, a metal frame around their hips holding them tightly together with him on top. His dick was the hardest he had ever felt, almost painfully so, the result of an injected viagra. He could feel it throbbing and hot, held firmly inside Lucy's tight little hole, gripping all around him and soaking wet. There was a gentle thrumming vibration too, a teasing sensation centred on her clit. Evidently it had been going before they had woken up. A few more pushes from Freddie told him what Lucy already knew from waking a little before him; the metal unit was bolted to the floor, and held their hips in place through a complex set of latches and metal straps.
The rig wasn't uncomfortable, but it did leave them surprisingly immobile. Their arms and legs were free to move, and using his knees on the ground for leverage to push off, he found he could slide their hips apart a little, the mechanism parting slightly with a clunk to allow his hips to run along short sliders. It only allowed their hips to part a few inches, no more. The feeling as he slid out of her tight warm pussy was incredible, he couldn't help but let out a moan, along with an ambiguous sigh from Lucy. Stuck holding himself a little off the floor, unable to move his hips left, right or any further back, he had no choice but to slide back down.
This range of motion was new to Lucy, who pushed Freddie up off her again, whilst Freddie reached down to remove his cock from inside her. As soon as he got his hand close to the metal frame, a motor suddenly clamped their hips together tightly, the thrust provoking a grunt of shock from them both. The move prevented him from getting to the vibrator or removing himself. It was then he noticed metal strips around his wrists and Lucy's too. They were like bracelets, and must set off a sensor in the frame. They looked at each other incredulously, and Lucy rested her head back on the soft grey carpet of the floor in resignation.
In desperate search for more information, Freddie's eyes darted around their immediate surroundings. Through the windows he could see a dimly lit sky, and a clock on the nearby wall showed it was 5:12am. He had little memory of last night but he recalls much of his day in the office, and he knew that it was now Wednesday. A working day. A jolt of anxiety struck him, people would be arriving to the office soon. Most wouldn't get to the office until 9am but there were some early birds that arrived around six...
"Shit, people start arriving in less than an hour," Lucy exclaimed, seeing Freddie check the clock on the wall. "This can't be happening!"
Freddie was only half listening, still a little frenzied. He'd spotted their clothes a few metres away from where they were lying. They were folded neatly in piles with their shoes. He gestured over to them for Lucy's benefit, but they were well out of reach. She gave a half nod of acknowledgement, she'd seen them already.
He didn't remember bumping into her yesterday, but he could see the clothes she had been wearing were a classic look of hers. Short black heels, sheer tights and a tight fitting black work dress. She was always well coordinated, dressed conservatively whilst highlighting her figure. Her slick black-painted fingernails matched her toes, her necklace always matched her earrings. She dressed flawlessly. Without doubt, Lucy was one of the best looking girls in the office. She was average height with an athletic build, working hard to maintain her flat tight stomach and the kind of perky boobs and bum that bounce ever so slightly when she walks. She met his eyes and it was as if she knew what he was thinking. Her face was already coloured with concern, but god she was beautiful. Her silky brown eyes stared into his, desperate for comfort. Her long brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, perfectly done up as ever. Her face was narrow, with thin features like a small button nose and thin rosy lips. She was like something out of a magazine.
He knew enough from talking to her that the few relationships she'd had with fellow gym bunnies had been intermittent, and that she'd never dated anyone in the office. He could have only fantasised about being with a girl like her, and now here she was. Naked beneath him.
"What should we do?" He asked her incredulously, trying desperately to remain eye contact and not look down. He could still feel the gentle vibrations.
"Who would do this? Why would anyone do this to us?" she replied, trying to mask the worry in her voice, "Why me and you?"
"There must be a way out of this thing..." He said, running his arms around the sides of the frame and behind his back. To do so put the weight of his torso on her abdomen and chest. Her skin was soft and warm against him.
"There isn't, I already tried a few things before you came to."
"What about..." He started, as he tried to force his hands down between their bodies, only to get a sharp electric shock on his ankle, where there were slightly thicker metal strips, like tight fitting anklets to match their wrists.
"Tried that," she half-smirked
"Well," he sighed, and took a deep contemplative in and paused, "it would seem that someone really wants us to have sex."
"Yeah, no fucking kidding." she retorts, almost laughing before her expression turned grave, "Freddie this is fucked up, I don't want this."
Lucy was scared, and a little panicked but mostly she was mortified. She knew what the guys in the office thought of her, saw their heads turn as she walked past and would catch them staring, but beyond wearing a few tight fitting dresses, she was always sensible and smart. She'd fought hard to maintain a great reputation for being capable and efficient, an asset to the team. Yet here she was pinned to the floor, forced into fucking some guy from the office.
She didn't know Freddie well, but she knew enough to know he was one of the good ones. He seemed to genuinely listen when she'd complain about her day if they crossed paths at the coffee machine. Of all her peers outside her direct team, she tended to interact with him the most. He'd made her laugh once or twice when she really needed it, and he seemed sweet. Though she's caught him running his gaze up and down her legs more than once when she wore her favourite dark tights. She didn't mind, out of most of the office guys he wasn't bad to look at. Freddie was a little taller than her, with broad shoulders and a slim physique. He wasn't big into sports, but he cycled to work enough to have thick calves and the air of a man who takes care of himself.
Now that she'd turned her mind to Freddie, she found her thoughts wandering into dangerous territory. Hate the situation as she did, she was undeniably soaking wet. The pleasurable torment on her clit was relentless, nowhere near enough to get her off, but plenty to tease her. It had been months since she'd had sex. Real, delicious, desperate sex. She hadn't realised how much she'd missed having bare flesh pressed to hers until now. As he looked down on her, his soft floppy blond hair framing his freckled cheeks and green eyes, she could tell that he wanted her. Seeing it made her start to panic all over again.
"We don't have to do anything," Freddie rationalised, "It isn't forcing us. We can just wait until someone gets to the office."
"No fucking way Freddie, no-one can find us like this!"
"Well any idea how we get out of this thing?" he replied, "There's no locks or keyholes I can see."
As he twisted around to get a better look at the components, she felt him shift ever so slightly inside her. Lucy's brain screamed silently to hate it, but her body was desperate for release. The small sensation sent shivers up her spine, and had her hips not been clamped to the floor, she wouldn't have been able to resist the instinct to buck them into his hard thick cock stretching her so perfectly.
"I know, I know." she spoke quietly, "There's obviously only one thing we can do. I just can't..."
"I'm not doing that," said Freddie, "We can't do this, this is fucking crazy!"
"Freddie, come on! What choice do we have? We can't just lie here and wait!"
"What makes you think having sex is going to even work? What if it doesn't release us after and someone finds us here, locked together and stinking of sex. We could get fired"
"Well..." she said blushing. They'd been avoiding saying what they had to do out loud. When he said sex, her heart had fluttered at the thought. "Well, I think I kind of already stink of sex. It's been vibrating probably for over an hour..."
He'd known this already, but hearing her call it out made him confront how insane it was that this beautiful girl he barely knew was pinned to him. He could feel her firm tits and hard nipples pressed into his chest. She was wet and ready around his dick and yet he couldn't bring himself to fuck her. The whole thing felt so wrong. Like it couldn't be real, couldn't be happening. It was all so bizarre, why would anyone do this to them? How did they do it? The kind of skills and tools needed to construct a mechanism like this... it was unfathomable.