Important-looking woman

A woman in a business suit comes around the side of the building and approaches us. "Much as I admire the passion," she says amusedly, "it'd be best to restrict yourselves to fucking inside the Bureau, not out in a field."

"We're sorry," says Trey. "There was a fire alarm, and we had to evacuate and..."

"We didn't see anyone else, so we thought it would be okay," Tracey jumps in.

"Fortunately, it was a false alarm," says the woman. "Someone tripped it accidentally. But none of this excuses your actions. You could have waited patiently for the all-clear, or come around to the front with the others."

"Like...this?" I say, my hands draped over my breasts and crotch.

"Why not?" says the woman. "In any case, you need to be punished."

I look at the woman's face more closely. Her brown eyes gleam with mirth, and her mouth is quirked in a half-smile. I have no doubt this is part of a game--that if I truly protested, she'd let us go. But if I play along...

"Oh, no!" I gasp. "Punishment! Whatever will you do to us?"

"You'll find out soon enough. But first...good thing I have this." She unspools a coil of rope attached to her side and threads it through my D-ring. It seems Trey and Tracey have decided to play along as well. The latter meekly complies as the rope goes through her own D-ring, coffling us together once more. Trey doesn't have a collar, but the woman expertly ties his hands behind his back. "Come on," she orders, leading the three of us back towards the Bureau building, entering through the emergency door we used before.

We make a sorry sight walking down corridor after bare corridor--first the woman with her nice suit and styled light brown hair, then the naked, desultory forms of myself and Tracey, then Trey bringing up the rear, his unsatisfied cock erect, swaying back and forth. I wish I could impale myself on it. I was so close, and I still haven't fully come down from my aroused state.

Finally, the woman reaches her destination. Fishing out a key, she unlocks a sturdy door and swings it open, gesturing dramatically. "Welcome to the punishment room!" I go through the door and stop, looking fearfully at all the contraptions scattered around me.