As you sip away at your coffee, you try and mentally prepare for the first meeting of the day. As you drink, your arm starts to feel stiffer. Putting it down on the table, you flex your arm back and forth. To ease the muscles that are locking up. Despite the mild exercise, you find that your arm gets stiffer, responding more sluggishly. Until it freezes in place. Realising something is wrong, you go for the intercom. You desperately need some serious medical attention.
Unfortunately, your other arm fails to resond to the mental command. Feeling your panic building, you attempt to get to your feet, only to find your legs have locked too. It's unsettling, and painfree making it feel oddly more degrading. You don't want to call out to Akie, as you aren't in pain, but that seems to be the only option.
As your neck starts to stiffen, you look towards the doorway, and see Akie standing there. Watching with an amused detachment, as you struggle. She sashays into the room, closing the door behind her. Still the same lack of concern. If not a casual contempt for you, in her swaying strut.
"It's the coffee." She explains, "Or rather, the nanites in it."
Walking around the desk, she slides her perfect ass onto your desk. Raising the coffee cup to your slightly open lips. Pouring more in, your throat works reflexively to swallow the contents. Burning your throat as it goes down. She wipes away a stray dribble from your frozen lip, wiping her hankerchief up from your chin.
"If you knew what was coming, you'd be screaming for mercy." Akie purred.
Only your eyes are mobile now, as she leans closer and examines you.
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