In the absence of any knowledge of where she was or why she was there, her eyes fixed on the only visible artefact in the vast darkness: a dimly glowing keypad requiring an eight-digit keycode. She could feel she was naked, a chill on her skin with the prickle of a recent full-body shave. She could barely move, her wrists cuffed to each of her ankles, which were held in place beneath her, made to kneel with her feet dangling off the edge of the soft padded surface she was on, straddling a man she couldn't see.
When he spoke, she realised who it was at once. It took only a second to place the voice, and her heart sank at the realisation.
"H-hello? What's going on?" he asked, but she could only mumble into her ball gag in response. "Sorry?"
She was glad he couldn't see her roll her eyes. Baxter was a lovely guy, kind to a fault, but he wasn't the sharpest. Right away she was confident he must be just as much the victim as she was, without a nefarious bone in his body, and yet she couldn't think of a worse person to coordinate an escape with - especially without the ability to talk. His overbearing pleasantness was grating, and he was best endured in small doses.
It was especially disconcerting then, to feel his surprisingly thick erection inside her, unable to slide up off him due to restraints around their waists, where a gentle thrumming was firmly positioned against her clit. The gag did little to mask the occasional moan escaping, but she couldn't help how much it was amping her up. Though she had only regained consciousness in the last few minutes, she sensed she had been bound like this a while from the ache in her knees.
"Is there something in your mouth? I can't really understand you." Baxter continued. He had hardly any bindings, but was also undressed and made to sit with his calves hanging down off the side of the platform but not meeting the ground. Bringing his hand up to her cheek, the unintentional intimacy of his light touch only aroused her further, but she recoiled instinctively.
"Sorry, uh, I can try to remove it if you like?" He offered, and she nodded allowing him to fumble with the strap of the gag, keeping all her concentration on trying to moan less. It was good to focus on what she could control, given how profoundly her juices were leaking down his dick. "There's some sort of latch at the back but I can't find a keyhole or a clasp."
He gave a good go at trying to tug it over her head, but it was too tight. Baxter slouched back on the padding behind him, the seat ensuring he was kept in an upright seated position. His hands were free, so he felt around for her bonds, but whilst he could feel the active vibrator, he wasn't brave enough to feel around for an off switch.
"I'm Baxter, do you know what's going on or why we're here?" He asked, and she was able to grunt a response that she felt made it clear she didn't. For a while there was an awkward silence, her eyes fixed on the keypad and wondering if Baxter had spotted it yet. Surely it was key in figuring out their chance at release.
"Do you... know me?" Baxter asked, picking up on something familiar in the air. She was surprised, and unprepared for how to answer it with grunts alone. The sound she attempted only confused him, so he brought his hand timidly to her cheek and found her noncommittal wagging of the head a little clearer.
"Oh okay. So you know me a little?"
A straight nod this time.
"Uhh, perhaps from work? No, okay, back in school? Not that either, okay uhm, are we close? We're not close, alright. A friend of a friend perhaps?"
Another noncommittal head motion. This was frustrating.
"So you know a friend of mine then? Okay good, are you their family? No not that. Right so we have a mutual friend, you and I aren't close... is our mutual friend a guy? He is! Okay, and you and him are close?"
A very enthusiastic nod this time, but he felt no closer to an answer. There was a while of silence as pondered, just now noticing the keypad to his right, built into the surface. He even noticed something she hadn't, an icon of a head on the left of the screen, and an icon of a foot on the right. Baxter tested a key, the number appearing on screen barely visible on the black background. He hit the backspace to clear it, puzzled and returning his mind to the naked stranger straddling him.
"Do you mind if I touch you a little to try and figure out what you look like? Nowhere too personal, just uh, details."
She agreed hesitantly, sensing no other way forward, but it seemed Baxter didn't really know where to start. In retrospect, her waist probably wasn't the best choice and she jolted at his touch. In the dark, every touch was surprising. He continued anyway, able to tell she was very slim, but now feeling she had a slight hourglass to her figure. His fingers met something hard and smooth he couldn't identify on her hips, so carried on up to her shoulders which were slight. As he brought his hand up to her hair and the tight curls met his fingers, it dawned on him who she was.
"Oh! You're Leo's girlfriend." He exclaimed to her muffled celebration, "Uh, Fiona? No, sorry it's uh... Faye?"
The gag clicked behind her, the latch falling loose as she spat it to the side, working the soreness from her jaw. Her legs and wrists were still bound in place, and there was a noticeable increase in the speed of the vibrator.
"Got there eventually Baxter." Faye derided, trying to catch the sarcasm before it snuck into her tone.
"Oh, sorry. Uh, do you know how we got here?"
With little memory of the last 24 hours, neither of them could fix on how they might have been captured, so they discussed the keypad instead, agreeing they needed to figure out the code somehow. Musing over the significance of the head and foot icon aloud, Baxter was struck with a thought, bringing his hand back to Faye's hips to find the small hard smooth area of her skin. This time he felt around the outline more carefully.
"What are you doing?!" She demanded, barely able to move from his touch in the restraints.
