“Help!”

Hearing the panicked cry and a series of loud bangs, Cal jumped up from his work station and darted out of his office. At the end of the corridor outside, he found a vending machine that hadn’t been there the previous day. Inside, rather than rows of snacks waiting to be bought and deposited, was a wide hollow space containing one of Cal’s colleagues, Griffin. She was shouting for help and hammering at the glass with clenched fists.

She soon caught sight of him, her expression changing from panicked to hopeful. “Cal! Help me, please - you gotta get me out of here!”

He stared at her in astonishment. “How the hell did you get in there?”

“I don’t know! I was going to my office and I saw this empty vending machine, and I was just curious... I was looking it over, and I put my hand on the glass, and it was like there was this... this whooshing, like I’d been caught in a hurricane or something, and the world turned all upside down...” She clutched at each side of her head in her distress and confusion. “And the next thing I know, I’m stuck in here! I can’t get out - I’ve been trying to smash the glass, but I can’t even crack it...”

Cal ran a hand through his hair, thinking. “So, a vending machine with unbreakable glass that somehow sucked you inside... Maybe it’s a magic vending machine?”

Griffin snorted irritably. “Come on, there’s no such thing as magic. There’s gotta be some logical explanation for this, but I don’t really care what it is. Just get me out of here!”

Cal winced at her tone. She was always so unnecessarily aggressive to him - constantly annoyed at his jokes, his friendly banter, even his offers to buy her a drink after work. Now she was getting pissed off with him about this situation, and it wasn’t even his fault!

“Alright, alright.” He studied the machine. Just as there were no snacks, there was also no slot where they usually would be at the bottom, for customers to collect snacks from. Skinny as she was, Cal doubted Griffin could have contorted herself enough to get through such a gap anyway (although he was enjoying picturing it). There was the usual keypad and coin slot on the right side of the machine, but the keypad only had four buttons, arranged vertically and labelled with the letters R, S, T and V. He frowned, unable to fathom why such letters would have been chosen.

Griffin thumped the glass again, breaking his concentration. “Hey! What are you doing?”

“I’m just trying to figure this out, babe,” he explained. “I can’t see any way of getting you out of here, but maybe if I press one of these buttons...”

“Don’t call me ‘babe’,” she snapped. “I’ve told you again and again... Go on, then, try it!”

He fumbled for his wallet, and was relieved to find he had plenty of quarters. Sliding one into the coin slot, he waited for the clunk sound inside the machine, and then pressed R, choosing that button over the others for no reason other than that it was at the top of the column. Then he looked back at Griffin, and burst out laughing.

“What the fuck?!” she shrieked. Her wrists were now buckled to the back of the machine by tight leather straps in the top corners of her prison, pinioning her arms above her. Cal hooted with mirth at the sight of her frantic, futile struggles to break free. “It’s not funny!” she snarled at him.

He made an effort to compose himself. “How - how did that even happen?” he sniggered. “When did that happen? I only looked away for a second...”

“I don’t know! There was another whoosh, and the next thing I know, I’m stuck like this!”

“In less than a second?” He raised an eyebrow. “Ready to consider the possibility that this could be a magic machine?”

She scowled at him, but he could see her conviction was wavering. “Maybe... But then, how do I get free?”

“Well, maybe one of these other buttons will get you out...” He inserted another coin into the machine.

“Wait!” she blurted. “How do we know it won’t do something even worse?”

He shrugged and reached for the S button. “We don’t. Only one way to find out, though.”

“No, hold on, don’t -”

Ignoring Griffin’s pleas, Cal pressed the button, this time keeping his eyes on her as he did so. As he watched, the interior of the machine, including Griffin herself, became an indistinct blur for just an instant. She was clearly visible again before Cal had time to blink - and more visible than before.

“Oh my God!” she squealed, fighting her restraints even more desperately. Her smart white shirt had vanished, leaving her wearing only a black bra on the top half of her body.

Gaping at her, Cal fumbled for another quarter.

“What - Cal, what are you doing? Stop!”

He shoved it into the machine and went to press S again, but in his excitement he missed and instead hit R. His frustration vanished in a moment, as Griffin emerged from another blur of magical motion with her ankles strapped behind her in the same position as her wrists, pinning her in an X shape with her arms and legs spread wide. Her feet were lifted off the floor of the machine, forcing her to stand on tiptoes.

“Stop pushing the buttons!” she protested, glaring at her co-worker. “It’s not helping! Find someone to get me out of here...”

Cal heard movement from behind him, and glanced around to see several of his other colleagues had exited their offices at the sound of the commotion and were watching from a short distance away. Far from being concerned, he grinned, deciding to put on a show for them.

“Hey, we haven’t tried all of them yet,” he remarked casually. “One of them might help, we don’t know for sure...”

“Don’t press them,” she shouted. “Just do as I say!”

Ignoring her, he put another coin in the machine, and then pressed the S button. “Oops,” he chuckled. “Already tried that one.”

There were gasps of shock from behind him. Griffin’s eyes and mouth were wide with horror. Her bra had vanished, revealing her perky tits.

“Oh, wow,” Cal murmured, admiring them with a wide smile.

“Stop looking!” she whimpered, her desperate struggles to break free only serving to waggle her freed boobs from side to side, like eggs in a frying pan.

“Hey, if you’d gone out with me any of the dozen times I asked, maybe I’d have seen them before and I wouldn’t be so... enraptured by them now!”

She gave him a look of such pure venom, he actually took a step back. “You delusional cretin,” she seethed. “How many times? I’m not into you, and it’s inappropriate to make suggestive comments to me in the workplace!”

“That was just me joking around,” he said defensively.

“It’s sexual harassment! And it’s not just you - almost all the guys standing behind you have said similar shit to me before. Big surprise they’re all lining up to stare at me when I’m tied up half-naked!”

He glanced over his shoulder. Sure enough, most of the employees observing Griffin’s predicament were men. And none of them seemed interested in helping her, or at least intervening to stop Cal.

“I mean, seriously,” Griffin bellowed at the onlookers. “Did all of you crawl in from the 1950s? How come I end up working at the most sexist company in the US? And that’s against some stiff competition! For fuck’s sake, are you all just gonna watch him torture me while I’m trapped like thi-mmmf!”

In the midst of her rant, Cal had slipped another quarter into the machine and pressed R a third time. Her impotent raging was abruptly cut off when a ballgag appeared in her mouth, the strap encircling her head.

“That’s better,” he sighed, staring into her wide eyes. “God, you were giving me such a fucking headache. How am I supposed to help you if you’re screaming at me like a banshee?”

“Holy shit, man!” Damon, one of Cal’s friends, stepped forwards from the crowd, eyes wide with glee. “This is fucking awesome! How did you do this to her?”

“I didn’t,” Cal said with a bewildered smile. “I found her like this. Dunno who ordered this vending machine, but I guess it’s magic or something. No idea how to get her out, either...”

Damon smirked cruelly. “Why bother? The stuck-up bitch deserves it. She should’ve been nicer to all of us - laughed at our jokes, joined in with our banter. This is what you get for not being a team player.”

Griffin let out an incoherent howl of frustration, literally frothing at the mouth with fury. Foamy saliva trickled over and down the gag, dribbling down her chin and onto her bare chest.

As Cal chortled merrily at her plight, Damon got out a handful of quarters and stepped towards the machine. “I wanna see the rest of her,” he muttered, sliding in the coins one by one and pressing S again and again. The other employees watched as Griffin’s professional grey skirt vanished, followed by her hair tie, letting her long, bright ginger hair fall down over her shoulders and chest, framing her breasts rather than concealing them. Next went her gleaming black high heels and her knee-high grey socks, leaving her toes barely touching the floor. Finally, her black panties vanished, revealing her pussy, which was visibly slick and tender.

“Wow,” another onlooker sniggered. “I guess she’s getting off on this...”

Cal grinned jubilantly. “Well, well. So uptight on the surface, but strip everything away and we get the naked truth. You pretend to be a cold, cool little ice queen, so superior to the rest of us, too good to hang out with any of us nice guys... but you’re really just a slut who wants to be tied up, exposed and degraded, aren’t you, honey?”

Griffin stared miserably at her co-worker - her tormenter - and tugged helplessly at her bonds, trying in vain to close her legs and hide how her body was betraying her.

“Huh. Not quite ready to admit it yet, it seems.” He turned to his colleagues with a shit-eating grin on his face. “I guess we’ll have to find out what these other buttons do!”

Damon had already slotted in another quarter, but he stepped aside and gestured to the keypad, graciously allowing Cal to press the T button.

Two feather dusters appeared inside the machine, hanging in mid-air on either side of Griffin, pointing towards her. As the baffled employees watched, they began rotating and floated closer to her. She let out a series of muffled shrieks as they reached her sides and began travelling up and down, tickling her mercilessly. The dusters continued to torture her for a full minute, before vanishing as inexplicably as they had appeared. Griffin slumped in her restraints, head lolling forwards, tears running down her cheeks.

But Cal wasn’t done - he really enjoyed seeing her being helplessly tickled. So he paid for another push of the T button, and this time two toothbrushes emerged from the floor of the machine, raising their rotating heads to meet her feet. She shook, spasmed and sobbed, utterly unable to escape as they explored every inch of her soles.

Once the minute expired, Cal tried the V button. There was another magical blur, after which Griffin appeared physically unchanged. But when the onlookers heard a low hum, and a surprised moan from the bound redhead, they realised she now had a small but powerful vibrator tucked into her cunt. Each press of the V button would trigger the vibe to randomly fire over the course of a minute, sometimes pulsing relentlessly for the entire sixty seconds, and other times firing quick bursts before pausing for a short while, keeping her off-balance with no idea what to expect. Drool poured from her lips, both the ones on her face that were being held open by the ballgag, and the traitorous ones between her legs.

Finally tiring of the cruel game, Cal gave Griffin a cheerful wave and headed back to work. He left her looking mournful, defeated, and totally humiliated, her cool professionalism shattered, reducing her to a quivering, tearful captive with a glistening slit.

Damon and the others stepped forwards to pick up where Cal had left off, happily spending their spare change to break the office ice queen even more. With no clothes left to strip off her, the S button had no further effect, but the R button worked once more, bestowing clamps upon her nipples, making her wail with pain. The T and V buttons, however, got plenty of use, quickly reducing her to an exhausted, horny mess. Though the employees had to go back to work eventually, Griffin would remain inside the magic machine all day long, bound, naked but for the wicked nipple clamps and the saliva-drenched gag, at the mercy of the floating instruments of tickle torture and the remote-controlled vibe inside her. There would be plenty more chances for her colleagues to continue playing with her.

Little did any of them know, there was a time limit on how long the machine would keep someone trapped inside - Griffin would be set free after 24 hours. And once she had been released, someone else would be transported inside and trapped in her place - the very next person who’d touched it after her, in fact. She’d suffered awful humiliation that day, but she’d soon get a chance for revenge against her tormenter...