Fetch someone to get you out. (male protagonist)

You watch as the alchemist continues to fumble with her attempts to free herself, by the moment being more invested in scratching her new itch. She drops to her knees as her hands reach between her legs.

Since she seems so preoccupied, you decide to have yourself extracted from the floor first of all. If she can't decide whether to rub through her sweatpants or pull them off, there's no way she's going to be able to cause much trouble.

Your assistant seems a bit hesitant, but ultimately leaves to fetch some help, locking the door just in case; It's more likely your intended captive will need to get out than you will.

She's given up on removing the cuffs on her wrists, or perhaps forgotten about them as she focuses on trying to rub her way to climax. A thumb grips under the band of her sweatpants, while her other hand reaches up to knead one of her breasts. She seems to be completely giving in to the aphrodisiac as she paws at her clothes while staring upward with unfocused eyes. She probably doesn't care what's happening around her, but she's putting on quite the show all the same. Her moans are uninhibited as her hands play over her body, her clothes disheveled to give her access. One hand pinches and toys with an exposed nipple, the other rubs her soaking panties as the tips of her fingers vanish into sweatpants that are down around one hip.

Suddenly she stops a moment, giving a little whimper as she stops petting herself. Seeming to gather her focus, her hands go to her sides and pull both her pants and panties down to her thighs. Both hands dive back down between her legs, but one drifts out of the way to let the other take the lead. Her moans become more **** and start taking on a whiny tone as the idle hand starts to move behind her. She leans back, pushing her hips upward and bucking them as she leans more on her arm. Seems the remains of her restraints are getting in the way, the oversized bracelet barely allows more then the tips of her fingers to penetrate. As she's only able to tease herself, she starts to squirm more and more until she gives up, letting herself lay on the floor in a horny panting huff.

Her fingers pause only a for a few moments before they go back to trying, but she starts to sit up, and look around. She notices you still bound to the floor, seeming to get sheepish and cover her exposed breast and place her working hand over her mound as it continues to tease her. She stares a short time shifting in place before crawling over to you. She breathes heavily as she grabs at your pants, hesitating briefly before trying to rip them open.

She lets out an excited gasp as she manages to free your cock, crawling over to eagerly impale herself with it. She shivers, giving a rough but satisfied groan as she drops her hips onto yours. She isn't satiated for long, and proceeds to lean forward to ride you as she squeals with delight. A short while later her voice squeaks as she tenses up, and then loosens to collapse on top of you.

After laying on you breathing heavily a while her head seems to clear. She sits up, glancing around a few times before covering her face with both hands. She stays still a while before her body starts the shift around. You feel her twitch and clench inside as her hips move. You hear her try to hold back a gasp as she starts to slowly thrust her hips.

"Sir, would you still like to be pulled out of there immediately, or are you enjoying yourself?" You look up to see your assistant has returned with a subordinate capable of cutting the warped floor that holds you down.