Office robbery. (FF/FM)

[Bondageboi]

Andrew glanced at the clock on the wall, the digital numbers flipping to 9:30 PM. The office was eerily quiet, the only sounds being the faint hum of the computer fans and the occasional tap of his keyboard as he worked through the pile of spreadsheets on his desk. His eyes felt like sandpaper against the glow of the computer screen, but he pushed on. At 23, Andrew was the youngest team member and eager to prove his worth to the company. He'd been working late alongside his boss, Julie, who was already a force to be reckoned with at 34.

Julie's office door swung open with a soft creak, and in walked two women dressed in the normal uniforms of the cleaning staff, with the addition of black stockings iver their heads. The taller one, a stern-looking woman with a bun so tight it could've been painted on, held a mop handle in one hand and a pistol in the other. The other, a plump woman with a knowing smirk, had a broom slung over her shoulder and a gun tucked in her apron pocket. "Hands up," the stern woman barked, her voice a sharp contrast to the quiet of the office.

Andrew's heart hammered in his chest as he and Julie slowly raised their hands. "What the hell is this?" he managed to squeak out, his voice betraying his fear.

Julie's eyes narrowed, and she took a step forward. "Who are you, and what do you want?" Her voice was firm, a commanding presence even in this dire situation.

The smirking woman took the lead, her eyes scanning the room before landing on their work computers. "We need you two to tell us your logins, passwords, and any security codes. No funny business, or things will get messy," she said, patting her gun with a gloved hand.

Andrew's mind raced as he tried to process the absurdity of the situation. This couldn't be happening, not in their quiet office building on the outskirts of town. Yet, here they were, staring down the barrel of a gun held by someone who was supposed to be there to clean their floors. He looked to Julie, whose expression had shifted from shock to a steely determination.

"Alright, we'll cooperate," Julie said, her voice calm and measured. "But why go through all this trouble? What are you after?"

The stern woman stepped closer, the cold metal of her pistol pressing against Andrew's temple. "We're not here to chat, darling. Give us what we want, or things will get a lot worse than they already are."

Julie's eyes darted between the two intruders, weighing her options. With a heavy sigh, she rattled off a string of letters, numbers, and symbols, the password to their shared work drive. The smirking woman nodded and typed them into the computer, her eyes lighting up as the screen unlocked.

It took about twenty minutes for Julie and Andrew to follow the instructions. Passing security checks, siphoning money to foreign accounts and generally emptying every trace of money or comercial information the company held to these two women’s ends. It was when the work was kver ghe bombshell dropped.

"Good. Now strip," said the keader, her gun never leaving them.

Julie's eyes widened in horror, her jaw dropping open. "You can't be serious," she whispered.

The smirking woman leaned against the desk, her gun still trained on them. "Oh, but we are. Strip down to your birthday suits, or we'll do it for you. And trust me, you don't want us to do that."

Andrew's face flushed with humiliation, his heart racing faster than it had during the initial confrontation. He slowly began to unbutton his shirt, his trembling hands betraying his fear. Julie, on the other hand, had gone completely still, her eyes boring into the two robbers with a mix of anger and defiance.

The woman with the tight bun took a step closer to Julie, the gun in her hand shaking slightly. "I said strip," she snarled, poking the end of the mop handle against Julie's side. The fabric of Julie's blouse gave way to the pressure, and she realized she had no choice. With shaking hands, she unzipped her skirt and let it pool around her ankles.

Julie's eyes never left the woman's face as she slipped her shies off and began to unbutton her blouse, a silent challenge in her gaze. The smirk on the smirking woman's face grew as she watched the scene unfold. Andrew's cheeks were aflame as he stepped took off his shoes and socks, his heart pounding in his chest. He unbuckled his belt and slid his trousers down, his eyes on his boss's exposed skin.

Julie's blouse fell open, revealing a lacy black bra that contrasted sharply with her white skin. She took a deep breath, her breasts rising and falling with the effort of keeping her composure. Andrew's eyes darted away, trying to maintain a semblance of dignity in the face of his boss's exposure, but his eyes drawn to jer huge breasts. He stepped out of his pants, feeling the cool office air kiss his legs as he stood in his boxers.

Julie stood trembling, her hands raised wearing juustbher blck tights panties and bra. The two robbers' gazed at their captives a twisted hunger in their eyes. “We said everything!” The smaller one said, levelong her gen.

Andrew shivvered as he slid his bixers down his legs and tried to cover his privates before being given a stern order to raise his hands. His heart rate rose and despite everything his primal passion shiwed itself as Julie unclipped her bra and let her voluminous boobs swing free. Next she nervously hooked her thumbs jnder the waistband if her tights and slid them down her legs together with her knickers, peeling them off her feetvti stand naked with her hands raised.

The robbers stared at them with a mix of greed and excitement. "On your knees," the taller woman ordered, her voice gruff with anticipation.

Julie's legs felt like jelly as she lowered herself to the floor, her bare skin cold against the office carpet. Andrew followed, his heart racing so fast he thought it might burst from his chest. The smirking woman approached them, her eyes roving over their exposed bodies. "Now, let's get comfortable," she said, her voice thick with malice as she pulled out a set of ropes from her cleaning cart.

"Hands behind your backs," the stern woman barked, her gun still pointed at them. Julie took a deep breath, her breasts rising and falling with each inhale. She felt the ropes bite into her wrists as the smirking woman tightened them, a cruel smile playing on her lips as she enjoyed their vulnerability. Andrew's stomach churned as he felt the same ropes being wrapped around his own wrists, his mind reeling from the sudden turn of events.

The two robbers moved with surprising efficiency, looping the ropes around their elbows and tying them snugly behind their backs. The material was rough against their skin, and Andrew could feel the blood flow slowing in his arms as his elbows were pushed together. The tall woman knelt and began binding their knees, her eyes never leaving their faces as she worked, savoring their fear.

Julie felt the ropes bite into her flesh as her ankles were lashed together then she was hogtied, her knees bent and feet pulled back to meet her wrists. The smirking woman took her time, ensuring each knot was tight enough to prevent any escape, yet not so tight as to cut off circulation. She leaned in close, her breath hot against Julie's ear. "You're a feisty one," she whispered, her tone almost admiring. "But you'll learn to behave."

Andrew grimaced in pain and horror as the same process unfolded for him. The stern woman's eyes bore into his, her grip on the rope unyielding as she tied his wrists behind his back. The smell of cleaning chemicals mixed with the scent of their sweat, creating a cloying aroma that filled the air. His knees trembled as he knelt down, and he felt the ropes bite into his skin as his ankles were secured together. He gritted his teeth as the woman began to pull his feet upwards, his muscles stretching and protesting with every inch.

Julie's eyes met Andrew's, a silent message of reassurance passing between them. She knew he was scared, could see it in the way his eyes darted around the room, searching for any hint of an escape. But she also knew that they had to remain strong, to not give these monsters the satisfaction of seeing them broken.

The smirking woman stepped back and admired her handiwork, a twisted smile playing on her lips. "Now, for the grand finale," she said, gesturing towards the cleaning cart with a flourish. The stern woman grabbed Andrew's socks then approached Julie.

Julie's stomach lurched as she felt the fabric being stuffed into her mouth, the taste of dirty laundry mingling with the coppery tang of fear. The smirking woman pulled a roll of duct tape from the cart and ripped off a piece, slapping it over her mouth and sealing her protest. Andrew felt the same sensation as his own mouth was gagged with jukie’s tights and knickers, the tape sticking to his skin with a finality that made him want to gag.

The robbers stepped back, their eyes greedily devouring their helpless forms. "You two are going to be our little insurance policies," the taller one said, her voice a sadistic purr. "If anyone comes looking for their money, they'll find you first."

Julie's heart raced, her thoughts a whirlwind of terror and anger. They were leaving them here, naked and bound, like animals. The smirking woman sauntered over and gave her a little pat on the head, her gun still pointed at them. "Be good, now," she said, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "We wouldn't want to have to come back and deal with any messes."

The two robbers shared a look, a silent understanding passing between them before they turned and left the office, the sound of their footsteps fading down the hall. The door clicked shut, leaving Julie and Andrew alone in the suddenly oppressive silence, their naked bodies entwined by the ropes that held them captive.

Julie's chest heaved with the effort of breathing through her nose, her eyes watering from the pressure of the sock in her mouth. Andrew's eyes were wide with terror, his mind racing with scenarios of what could happen next. The cold seeped into their bones, making every inch of their exposed skin ache and shiver. The only warmth was the shared heat of their bodies, the only comfort the knowledge that they weren't alone in this nightmare.

The ropes that bound them were unforgiving, each tug and shift sending bolts of pain through their limbs. Andrew's feet were bound so tightly to his wrists that his shoulders screamed in protest with every twitch. Julie felt the tension in her back and neck as she struggled to free herself, her breasts crushed with the effort. Their modesty was lost, stripped away by the cold steel of the robbers' greed and power trip.

Andrew's eyes darted around the room, searching for anything that might help them. The office supplies, the furniture, even the ropes themselves. But every object was just out of reach, a cruel reminder of their vulnerability. The only thing within his line of sight was Julie, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and determination. Despite the fear, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of awe at her strength, her unyielding spirit in the face of such humiliation.

Julie's eyes never left Andrew's, as if trying to communicate something through the fabric that muffled her voice. Her pupils grew large with a silent message, and he understood. They needed to work together to escape. They had to stay strong and keep their wits about them. With a nod of his head, Andrew signaled that he was with her, that he would do whatever it took.

The room was still, the only sound being their muffled grunts and the occasional squeak of ropes as they tested their bonds. The cold was becoming unbearable, each breath a challenge through their clogged nasal passages. They both knew that if they didn't get out of this soon, hypothermia would set in, making escape an impossibility.

Julie's eyes searched Andrew's, willing him to understand her desperation. She needed to get closer, to use their combined efforts to break free. She rolled onto her side, the carpet prickling her bare skin as she inched towards him. The ropes held fast, but she gritted her teeth and continued, her mind a haze of pain and fear. Andrew, reading her intentions, mirrored her movement, his bound legs scraping against the floor as he shuffled in her direction.

Their bare bodies brushed together, the contact sending a jolt through their systems. It was strange, a mix of terror and comfort, the warmth of their flesh a stark contrast to the frigid air. They twisted and turned, contorting their bound forms until they were side by side. The ropes that connected their wrists to their ankles strained and stretched, but the knots held firm. The smell of sweat and fear mingled with the cleaning chemicals, a potent reminder of their predicament.

Julie's eyes never left Andrew's, her gaze a silent plea for strength. He could see the fiery determination in her eyes, and it fueled his own resolve. With a deep breath, he began to wiggle closer, his knees scraping the floor as he inched towards her. His movements were painfully slow, the tension in his muscles growing with every shift. The ropes bit into his skin, leaving red marks that burned like fire, but he ignored the pain. Their survival depended on it.

Julie mirrored his efforts, her own breaths coming in short, panicked gasps as she rolled onto her side. The cold floor sent shivers through her body, but she pushed through the discomfort. Her eyes never left his, the connection between them growing stronger with each painstaking movement. They were so close now, their bare shoulders touching, the warmth of their bodies mingling. Andrew felt a bead of sweat roll down his back, despite the chill in the air.

With trembling hands, Andrew began to pick at the knots on Julie's wrists, his eyes focused and determined. The ropes were tight, the fibers biting into her skin, but he was persistent. The knots seemed to mock him, refusing to give even the slightest bit of slack. His fingers were clumsy, the ropes slipping through his grip like eels in water. Yet, he didn't give up, his fear and embarrassment at their situation turning into a fierce resolve to save them both.

Julie, her own wrists still bound, felt him work with a mix of hope and dread. Previously struggling for her freedom she now held herself rigid to aid her junior and potential saviour. If they could just get free, they could call for help, get warm, and put an end to this horrific night. The minutes stretched into hours, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. The only sound was the occasional whimper from one of them as the cold seeped deeper into their bones.

Suddenly, after what felt like an eternity, Andrew felt the knot around Julie’s wrists give. With a gasp of pain and relief, she pulled her left hand free, her skin raw and red from the rope's bite. She kicked her kegs out straight for the first yime in hiurs and was immediately cruppled by the oins and needles as the blood returned..

Julie tore the sock from her mouth and took several deep, ragged breaths, her chest heaving. "Quick," she murmured, “Roll,over.” Her elbows still bound she struggled to het a hand to Andrew’s ropes but compared to the last few hiurs made qucick work of releasingbhis wrists, elbows and hog tie.

Andrew felt the blood rush back to his extremities, the pain almost unbearable. He gritted his teeth, not wanting to show any weakness in front of his boss, even though she was just as naked and vulnerable as he was. He managed to get his feet under him and wobbled to a stand, his knees knocking together. He hopped to Julie and , agter spitting her tights and underwear out, made quick wirk of freeing her.

The first thingbtheybdid when freevwas tomembrace, pressingbtheir cold sweaty bodies together.

[LunaDog]

This was a great read, thoroughly enjoyed this. But, please, check your spelling!