Friday Afternoon Office Caller (F/FF)

[Janbound]

In the back reaches of an industrial estate on the outskirts of a bustling city, in a nondescript office building, sat a young woman named Alice, meticulously aligning paperclips on her desk. The fluorescent lights cast a harsh glow over her face, highlighting the dark circles beneath her eyes. She wore a simple black T-shirt and blue jeans, the uniform of the underappreciated office worker on Fridays. Across the room, her desk neighbour, Jen, was equally absorbed in her work, the tips of her fingers dancing over the keyboard. They were two peas in a pod, both in their early twenties, both drowning in the monotony of their nine-to-five.

The muffled sound of a distant door opening was the only disruption to their mundane rhythm. But before they could look up to see who had entered, a figure in a black ski mask emerged, brandishing a gun. The office froze, the air thick with shock and fear. The masked woman's green eyes swept the room, and Alice felt the weight of her gaze as it landed on her. The gun was surprisingly sleek in the intruder's grip, a stark contrast to the cluttered office.

"Don't move," the gunman ordered, her voice a low, commanding rasp. She took deliberate steps towards Alice and Jen, the rubber soles of her boots squeaking against the linoleum floor. The women obeyed, their hearts thundering in their chests. As the woman approached, Alice couldn't help but notice the way the mask framed her eyes, making them seem even more intense. Jen's gaze flickered towards her, a silent question, but Alice only shrugged, equally baffled by the sudden turn of events.

The gunwoman paused in front of their desks, the gun never wavering from its target. "On the floor. Hands behind your backs," she instructed. Alice felt a strange thrill as she complied, the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she lay face down on the floor, holding her hands behind her. As the masked woman reached into her pocket and produced a roll of duct tape, Alice's thoughts took a sharp turn into the realm of her secret fantasies. This was not how she had envisioned her afternoon, but there was something oddly satisfying about it.

Jen's eyes widened slightly as the woman bent down to tie their wrists. "You might want to go around a couple more times, just to make sure it's snug," Alice offered helpfully, her voice surprisingly steady. The gunwoman glanced at her, the barest hint of surprise playing on her eyes, before following the suggestion. She secured their ankles as well, Alice feeling the sticky tape bite into her skin, sending a shiver of excitement down her spine.

Once bound, the masked woman searched their desks, tossing aside office supplies and paperwork in a methodical fashion. Alice took a deep breath, smelling scent of the cleaning fluid from the floor. It was an odd detail to focus on, but it grounded her, made the situation feel almost surreal. Jen's eyes were squeezed shut, her breaths shallow and quick, but Alice found herself watching the woman's movements with a strange sense of fascination.

"You could do a better job on us," Jen called out, her voice trembling slightly. The gunwoman stopped, looking at her with an arched eyebrow.

"What?" she barked.

"I mean," Jen stumbled, "We can still move our arms and legs. It gives us leverage to stretch the tape and get free."

Alice felt a thrill panic in her chest, her eyes darting between her own ankles and Jan’s bound wrists. “Yes. If you taped our wrists and knees too it would be much ,ore difficult to escape. We’d be out in five minutes if you left us like this.”

The gunwoman paused in her rummaging to study them, the gun resting on her thigh. “You want me to tape you tighter?”

“Well if you want to make sure we don’t get free easily you’ll have to really.”

Jen nodded vigorously, her eyes wide with fear, but Alice knew it was for show. “It’s just, we wouldn’t want you to have to come back and do this again. We really hate it when people don’t get the job done right the first time.”

The gunwoman took a step back, considering them. Then, with a quick, almost predatory smile, she grabbed another roll of tape off the desk. “Alright.” She said cautiously , “If that’s what you want.” She moved to Alice, her movements efficient and practiced as she bent and wrapped tape around Alice’s knees then her elbows, tightening until Alice could feel her boobs stick out. The woman’s hands were cool and surprisingly gentle, and Alice bit her lip to keep from making a sound of pleasure.

“Wrap tape round her body too. Pin her arms to her back.” Jen added.

The gunwoman’s eyes darted between them, the surprise in them growing. But she didn’t question it. Instead, she yanked Alice’s arms behind her back and began to wind the tape around her torso, securing her arms to her side and cutting into her skin. Alice felt the fabric of her T-shirt tighten and the coolness of the tape against her flesh and her boobs stuck out more. She fought back a moan, her pulse racing as she felt more and more helpless.

“Do my legs too.” Moaned Alice.

The gunwoman nodded, a smirk playing on her lips as she crouched down to wrap the tape around Alice’s legs. She started at the shins, pulling the tape taut before sticking it into place. Alice couldn’t help the whimper that escaped as she felt the tension, the way it dug into her skin and made her muscles burn. The woman’s eyes never left hers, and Alice found herself staring back, her heart racing.

“Me now. Me now.” Cried Jen, no longer trying to hide her excitement.

The gunwoman nodded again, a smile playing on her eyes under her mask. She moved to Jen, her movements a little slower now, as if savouring the moment. Jen’s eyes were wide with anticipation, and Alice watched as the woman’s hands worked the tape around her friend’s knees and elbows, listening to the sticky sounds of the tape and Jen’s gasps of pain as her legs and body were taped up just like hers.

When the woman finished with Jen, she stepped back, admiring her handiwork. Alice and Jen lay on the floor, bound and struggling to move, their bodies arched and exposed. The gunwoman took a moment to appreciate them, her gaze lingering on the curves of their taped-wrapped forms. Then she turned and walked out of the office, her steps echoing down the hallway.

Alice and Jen exchanged glances, their hearts pounding in their ears. The room felt eerily quiet without the sound of the gunwoman's footsteps. "Hey, you forgot to gag us," Alice called out, her voice echoing in the deserted space. The masked woman reappeared in the doorway, her head tilting to the side in curiosity.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah we might call for help and get rescued before you escape with whatever you came for.”

The masked woman walked back in, a new roll of tape in hand. She stepped over to Alice first, kneeling beside her and placing a piece of tape over her mouth. The coldness of the tape was a stark contrast to the heat building in Alice’s core. Jen watched with wide eyes as the gunwoman approached her next.

“No, no, no.” Snapped Jen. “You have to put something in our mouths to keep us silent. Besides, we just wiggle our lips and the tale comes off.”

“Shee!” Called Alice working her lips under the tape.

The gunwoman rolled her eyes before ripping a strip of tape and placing it over Jen’s mouth. Then she took a step back to look at them again.

“No. Use our socks.” Called Alice as she scrapped the heels of her trainers on the floor and revealed one pink, one lime green ankle sock as her shoes slipped off.

The gunwoman stared for a moment before nodding, a twinkle in her eye. She pulled the socks off the feet offered, rolled them up and stuffed them into Alice’s mouth. The softness was surprisingly pleasant against Alice’s tongue and she was glad she’d put clean, if nit matching, socks on this morning after her shower. Alice felt the urge to bite down and feel the pressure on her tongue. The woman then wrapped the tape around Alice’s head, holding her hair rout of the way, sealing her mouth shut. Alice’s cheeks bulged slightly around the makeshift gag, and she blinked rapidly as the tape stuck to her skin, tearing at in slightly.

Moving on to Jen, she repeated the process with her matching navy blue ankle socks disappearing into Jen’s mouth, followed by the tape. Jen’s eyes watered a little and she squirmed, making Alice feel a strange twinge of pity. But it was quickly overridden by the thrill of the situation. They were now both bound, gagged, and at the mercy of this stranger. The reality of their predicament was setting in, but instead of fear, Alice felt a strange warmth spreading through her.

The masked woman stood, the gun now dangling from her hand as she took in their bound forms once more. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a small digital camera. Alice's eyes widened as the woman snapped a few pictures, capturing their vulnerability. The flash was blinding, and Alice had to blink away spots to refocus. The woman studied the images with a critical eye before nodding to herself, then sliding the camera back into her pocket.

"This is just the start, darlings," she murmured, her voice a dark promise that sent another shiver through Alice. "I'll be back."

With that, the masked woman disappeared around the corner, leaving them in a silent office filled only with the distant sound of a photocopier and their muffled breaths. Alice tested the tension of the tape around her wrists, feeling the sticky embrace of her own bondage. She could feel the dampness spreading between her legs, her heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. Jen's eyes searched hers, and she could see the same strange arousal reflected there.

The minutes ticked by, each second stretching out like a tightly coiled spring. The tape around Alice's body began to feel like a second skin, and she found herself straining against it, the pressure only increasing her thrill. Jen's chest rose and fell rapidly, her breaths muffled by the gag. Despite the fear of being caught in such a compromising position, there was a shared understanding between them, an unspoken acknowledgment of the situation's twisted allure.

As the silence grew heavier, Alice's mind began to wander, conjuring images of what this masked woman might have in store for them. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the office door opening, and she tensed, her heart skipping a beat.

[Caesar73]

That must have been quite the surprise for the Robber: To Victims who demand to gagged and tied tighter - i like it!

[milagros317]

Very interesting variation! I hope that Alice and Jen get just what they want (and you post a sequel in the Fictional Stories for Adults section to describe it).

[OkDokey]

Can’t wait to see what comes next!

[TightsBound]

Loving this! I can’t wait to see what happens next.

[smooth_talker45]

I bet alice and jen would dress differently now that they know they’re gonna get tied up again