Locked Together

"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.

"Look maybe we won't even have to finish. It might release after if we move for a certain amount of time." Lucy offered

"Or perhaps these sensors on our wrists and ankles tell it when we're... excited," he offered in return. She smiled at how he talked around their predicament despite being completely naked and inside her. The more she thought about their situation, the more she ached for him. She was almost growing impatient for it, her breathing quickening and legs now pressing lightly into his.

"Well," she said, looking at the time to see that it could be less than twenty minutes before people started arriving, "There's only one way to find out."

"Are you sure about this Lucy?"

"Fuck. I can't believe this..." she wasn't scared anymore, she was angry, "Alright, go easy at first, but if you can work up to hard and fast, I'll get there quicker." she said matter-of-factly.

He tried to hide the shock in his face to that last bit, but she spotted it in the subtle rise of his eyebrows. She melted a little at that.

As he began to move, she suddenly didn't know what to do with her body. She pulled her knees up and apart a bit to give him more access, but the metal frame prevented her from pulling them up too high, a steel bar pressing into her upper thigh. She found herself putting a hand on the side of his neck, and the other on his torso just below the ribs, as if supporting him as he used his arms to press off of her. She could see concern in his face, it felt cruel that despite the joint decision, he would have to do all the doing. He breathed out long and slow as he slid himself out of her the little the mechanism would allow, then slid steadily back in. It wasn't as much movement as one might usually have during sex, but it was plenty to get a reaction. Freddie groaned as quietly as he could, she felt incredible.

After he'd completed an agonisingly slow first thrust, he forced himself to repeat another. The metal of the frame creaked a little with each movement, but the runners that permitted his hips to move were smooth and precise. There was a soft, satisfying click as he reached the end of the rail, like a soft-closing wardrobe door. It made his movements rhythmic, and avoided any jarring halt with each thrust. As he started to speed up, he lost his ability to fight it. He grunted and groaned at the incredible feeling of fucking someone so beautiful. Her skin was so soft, her dainty hands pressed into him, gripping tight with each movement, punctuated by gentle moans growing louder as he increased speed.

"Oh god..." she whimpered, her low raspy tone giving way to a more girlish voice he'd not heard from her before, "Yes Freddie, don't... don't stop."

The mechanism didn't give him as much range of movement as he liked, but it did seem to encourage him to push deeper and harder than most usually do. Lucy couldn't help but lose touch with their predicament and focus on the feeling of his surprisingly thick and hard cock. His pace and rhythm were exquisite, bringing her close to climax fast. The vibrator sped up slightly with his movements, and before she knew it her hands were all over him, she was crying out loudly now. Moaning his name breathlessly as she tipped towards the edge. She was in ecstasy. Her pussy clenched around his cock, slowing his movements and giving her a moment to soak in the delicious glow of her orgasm, before remembering the reality of their situation.

She looked up at him with those big beautiful brown eyes, breathing heavy and whispering, "keep going."

After just witnessing one of the sexiest things in his life, he could barely resist resuming. Yet, as he moved back against the metal of the frame, the trapped nature of their interaction felt all the more wrong. They were enjoying their imprisonment. Doing just what the sick weirdo who locked them here wanted. He had no choice but to keep going.

Lucy was pressed up against him now, her arms wrapped around his neck, her long slender legs touching his thighs, moving against him with each thrust. It wasn't long before she neared climax again, running fingers through her hair and gripping it as she reached a small orgasm, immediately continuing to build to another.

"You cum pretty fast..." he joked nervously

"Not usually as quick as this," she replied, "This feels so good. Fuck!"

That encouragement only pushed him to go faster. She pulled him close, breathing hot against his neck, which slowly became soft kisses up to the back of his ear. She stopped as she hit another orgasm, a little shudder in her upper body as it overtook her, and her hand snapping over her mouth to hold in a scream. She squirted hard around his cock, gripping it tightly with her pussy lips. Lucy had never experienced anything like this, why was she loving this so much?

Freddie didn't relent, he kept pressing on harder and faster. He couldn't help but stare down at the dark beauty writhing under him. The sexy naughty smile the crept across her face as she came, frizzed brown hair obscuring part of her face. Her tits bounced spectacularly, the muscles in her body tensing as she climaxed, her tight lithe abdomen undulating under him as she revelled in pleasure. She was panting to catch her breath, so he slowed a little, waiting for her to open her eyes.

"Freddie, I don't know how much more I can take..." she whimpered, "Are you close?"

Only then did he realise for the first time that he wasn't getting much out of it at all. This was one of the sexiest moments of his life but, he couldn't do it. It felt wrong, like he was taking something that wasn't his. He didn't want it this way, like he was being tricked into doing something wrong. It was failure to give in.

"I... I don't think I can do this" he muttered.

She felt bad now for enjoying it so much. She tried to catch his eye but he was looking away, so she ran her hand through his hair.

"Freddie, look at me," she urged, and he did immediately, as if in a trance, "It's going to be okay. I know it's weird okay, but can you do this for me? Please."

Her look was so sincere. She was worried about him, but also she was just worried. He saw her glancing over to the clock, it was gone 6am now. It didn't seem like anyone had arrived yet, but they could soon. If someone walked in on them having sex, that would be the worst thing of all. It would be impossible to explain.

"Freddie, just close your eyes," she leaned in and whispered it in his ear, sultry and low, "Just focus on the way I feel."

He did as he was told, gently resuming his movements in and out, but slowly. He savoured each and every thrust. With his eyes closed she felt incredible. Her petite body writhed under him, her legs pressed tightly to his now, her hands running slowly down his back. It was working, he could feel something stirring inside him.

"Oh god Freddie you feel so good," she cooed, "I'm so wet for you. Please Freddie, please cum for me. I want it so, so badly."

She was playing up for him, stroking her hands all over him, biting his earlobe gently. Her breath was laboured, her moans quieter now but all the more sensual. The predicament faded away, it was just the two of them. They wanted this.

As he climbed closer and closer, he could sense her orgasm growing with his. The slower pace detracted from the raw desperate need of the sex they'd had earlier. This was intimate. She could feel her body building to something massive, she was almost scared as the pleasure began creeping up in her body. She was almost whimpering, making sounds she'd never made before. She'd never been so turned on in her life. She wanted to climb to her orgasm faster, she needed it. And yet she also didn't want it to be over.

"Cum for me Freddie, please cum deep inside me."

They were getting closer and closer, each beautiful slow thrust dragging them to that elusive climax. She couldn't help herself, drawing her face close to his, she met his lips with her's. Small at first, but quickly building into a hot intimate kiss. Desperate and lustful. That was all he needed to finish him off. He came inside her hard, filling her with more cum than either of them had expected. The feeling of him bursting inside her felt like euphoria. She came hard, crying out as she squirted all around his cock, gripping tight with her pussy and scratching her nails into his back. Their muscles released all at once, and they collapsed, his body pressed to her. They were hot, sweaty and breathless, their eyes locked on one another.

"Oh my god," Freddie groaned, "That was amazing. You..." he didn't know what to say.

The sound of the metal mechanism unclasping around them was such a shock that they flinched. They felt something release and both let out a sigh of relief. Freddie climbed off slowly, the metal frame falling away on hinges to release him. He removed the pieces carefully but it was still quite a loud crash of parts. Lucy carefully removed the vibrator, which she hadn't noticed had stopped since Freddie had cum. She was still a bit too wobbly to stand, so sat up and looked around the office to check no-one was around. So far, so good.

It wasn't all good news though, the thought dawned on her suddenly as she felt Freddie's cum start to ooze out of her. She hadn't been on the pill since she stopped seeing her last boyfriend earlier in the year. No birth control. She fought back a gulp of panic and pushed it to a problem for later.

It felt even more strange for them both to be naked in the office, now that the metal mechanism was removed. Lucy shifted onto her hands and knees, crawling over to her clothes to find her phone and jewelry. She tried to ignore Freddie's still rock-hard cock dripping with her juices. She couldn't believe that this machine had successfully made them have sex, and all it took was some metal bars and levers. The pile of parts now all sat on the floor in an incomprehensible mess. Its purpose wouldn't be clear to anyone who found it.