Prey (F/M)

[andy]

She had used knockout drops many, many times. They're almost tasteless and you can easily apply them in many different ways, also they work quick and keep the victims out for long enough to take all that's worth taking from them.
It was quite easy, actually. Go to a club, find a guy that looks reasonably wealthy, check out how he lives and then bring him to take you home with him.
Have something to drink (with a a special ingredient for him), go to the bathroom, wait a bit - et voila - usually he'll be out by then.

This time started out no different. It all went according to plan. The guy, his name was Martin as far as she remembered, was sleeping like a baby while she was ransacking his flat. She found some nice things already - watches, a laptop, the usual stuff that she could sell easily.
She had noticed the turmoil outside the door but didn't pay much attention to it in the beginning. Some people were screaming and banging on doors.
But just as she was about to leave, she realized her predicament: It was right next door, some fighting between a married couple or something. But it also meant she couldn't just sneak out without risking to be seen.

So she waited until she suddently heard another sound - a moan. Martin! Damn it, she thought, he should be out for at least a couple of hours more. At first, panick gripped her heart but then, to her own surprise, she acted rather quickly. She rushed to the bathroom, grabbed the knockout drops, rushed back to the bed and straddled the guy who was just coming round again.
She forced his mouth open and dripped some more of the drops inside. He started to fight back, but was sill rather groggy and weak. He couldn't really shake her off and she pressed her hand over his mouth so that he couldn't spit the drops out again.
Come on, swallow, she thought as she held on to him, a bit like a python holds on to prey. She used her other hand to massage his throat forcing him to swallow several times.
It felt like an eternity - she was holding him down, all her muscles straining, as he still tried to fight her off, but eventually his resistance weakened.
She usually had no kind of physical combat in her "work" and simply waited until the men were out. But having wrestled him into submission like this felt...powerful. She felt triumphant.
"Shhh! Just relax and let the medicine do its work" she cooed in his ear while patting his head a bit. After some more time, she slowls took the hand that was still pressed firmly over his mouth away. He was out cold again.

Sadly, as she checked the door, she saw that the fight in the hallway was still going on. Even worse, someone must have called the police. They were just arriving outside the building. So, she switched off all the lights and closed the door to the bedroom and pulled down the curtains. She wasn't sure if she had given him enough to stay out for longer his time, or may have even given him too much, as it all happend so quickly - but he was sleeping rather peacefully for the moment, at least.

After giving the situation some more thought, she started looking around his apartment a bit until she found a roll of duct tape.
She used it to tie his hands behind his back and also taped his legs together. She wasn't sure exactly how much tape to use so she used it rather excessively. The guy almost looked like the prey of spider, she thought smiling. Again, she had this powerful feeling of being in control, of having this guy at her mercy, somehow.

The police has been entering the neighbors' flat, as it looked like. At least the hallway was clear but she still wasn't ready to sneak out. Not until the police has gone away.

While peeking out the window, she realized that Martin was coming around again. This guy sure had a crazy metabolism...And he started to realize he was being tied up and began straining against the bonds. She saw that he wouldn't be able to get out, but she also realized that she forgot something...she jumped on her captive and quickly clamped her hand over his mouth again, as he was starting to complain.

"Shh!", she hissed at him while looking around for a solution. The drops were back in her bag...stupid! But a shirt of his was lying in the bedsheets. She grabbed it and begann stuffing it in his mouth. He tried to spit it out, but she soon had most of it in his mouth. Holding it in, she grabbed the tape and pressed a few strips firmly over the shirt and his mouth. "Shh. Relax, don't fight the gag, just relax your jaws and it will all be good". She kept patting his head and telling him to relax and after a while he did.

So she relaxed as well, next to the completely helpless guy. The one she had overpowered, tied up and gagged. As she waited to finally leave the apartment, she realized that Martin not only had accepted his fate, he also seemed to be aroused. At least his dick appeared pretty hard.
She found that amusing. "Tell you what, you've been a good boy and I'm sorry that you're in this situation, here's what you hoped for all evening, didn't you?" With that, she grabbed his aroused dick and began to massage it.
He made quite a surprised sound, but it didn't seem to tell her to stop. So she didn't.
It didn't take much action from here, until he had a rather intense orgasm, apparently.
She left him there and checked the situation outside. Finally! The police has left and whatever the initial problem - the neighbors seem to have calmed down as well. Time for her to get going.

She had given this some thought. She wouldn't want to leave him here like this. After all, she was responsible for his fate, in a way, now that he was at her mercy.
Her plan was easy enough. She contemplated telling him before but figured it would be easier to just do it.
"Thirsty?" She held a glas of water right in front of his gagged mouth. She figured with the shirt sucking up most of the saliva, his mouth must be pretty dry by now.
He nodded. "Ok, but be quiet, alright?" She put her finger on her lips as she peeled off the tape and pulled the shirt out. He drank a few sips, then a few more. After he had emptied most of the glas, she quickly stuffed the shirt back in his mouth and added a new strip of tape.

Now she waited, again. As he began to get sleepy, he probably had already realized what was going on.
"Good boy, just relax", she whispered in his ear. "I will untie you and when you wake up I'll be gone like a bad dream". She patted his head and whispered "shh" a couple of time before he finally let go and fell asleep.
Just as promised, she untied him, removed that gag, assembled her stuff and off she went, after planting a little goodbye kiss on her prey.

[DTbound]

This was a fun story! I can’t wait to see more from you!

[andy]

Thanks!

[MaxRoper]

Excellent story. If Martin is one of us, I suspect he'll be back at that same bar hoping to find her again.
Thanks for posting!

[Roboticrobin20]

And then the girl started blaming the wage gap for not being able to sell her stuff for a higher price... The end...