They were bound together, naked, tight straps behind each of his knees looped around her calves. Her firm breasts were pressed against his chest by the weight of her youthful body atop his. Their hands were tied – his pulled into the small of her back by the cord that held her down. Her arms were pulled out and upward, fastened securely to the upper bedposts, just at the edge of being uncomfortably taut. His ankles were bound to the lower bedposts. Between them, there was no escape.
He shifted, testing his mobility, fighting the tingle in his loins that preceded a coming erection. That would be the worst thing right now. They had discussed sex a few times since starting college, but were both saving themselves for marriage. They weren’t unhappy making out, fondling – as long as that line remained uncrossed. That was before the party last night, and the sedative quietly slipped into their drinks by their supposed friends. Now whoever had done this leaned in close to them, stroked his girlfriend’s hair, and whispered, “have fun you two…” Then she checked their gags once more before closing the door behind herself with a click.