The Spike Gets Reversed

A man spikes a woman's drink, only to find the tables turned on him

(Based on the Writing.com prompt, "The coffee shop guy spikes a woman’s coffee and follows her home")


The woman paid for her grande caramel latte, said “thank you” to the barista and left the shop. In the chill evening air, steam rose from the lid’s sipping hole. Pulling her coat tighter around her thin frame, she turned to her right and began walking.

The barista turned to his coworkers and said, “You guys are doing good. I’ll see you in a couple of days for another check.” As they said polite thank-yous, he hung his cap on a hook and donned his own coat. He knew the words were hollow; after all, he was the owner-boss of the shop, and had a good idea of what his employees really thought of him.

In that moment, however, he didn’t care beyond his concern that they’d properly close and clean the shop when it was time. He was sure they would; The team lead tonight always made sure everything was ready for the next day. And he paid his staff a fair-enough wage that they made similar efforts, and didn’t want to look elsewhere for employment.

Stepping outside, he looked to his right. The woman was maybe half a block away, and easy to spot in her silver Lamé coat. He followed her down the street, just close enough to see her without himself being easily noticed. He also had a good idea of where she was going, having followed her several times before. But tonight was different – tonight was the night he’d taken the big step and spiked her drink.

He knew from past experience that the drug was slow to start, but acted fast once it got going. This made timing everything – so much so that upon entering her building, he went to the second floor to grab an elevator to beat her to the 21st so he could hide in the stairwell with the view of the elevators.

Several minutes later, his target stepped off, slightly shaking her head. Time to move, he thought as she started down the hallway. As she turned the key in her door lock, she began leaning against the door. “Are you okay, ma’am? Here, let me help you…” Before she could comment he had them both inside the apartment, one arm around her waist holding her up while he locked and dead-bolted the door. “Okay, now, let’s – WOAH!”

He felt himself spinning around, followed by pain in the back of his head as it hit the wall. As his vision cleared, he saw the woman looking straight at him. Her face was a mask of anger – and her eyes were clear and bright, with no sign of the drug’s effects. He knew he was in deep trouble when the woman said, “Not what you were expecting for tonight, eh?”

“Uhm… uh…”

“Care to tell me what extra ‘flavors’ you put in my drink?” He wasn’t about to admit to anything if he could get away with it. “Not gonna talk? Maybe you need a little… convincing…” Then she reached down to her left, just out of his vision.

When her hand came back to his eye level, it held a combat knife. The sharp edges shone in the overhead light. “What… what the… are you NUTS?”

“Oh, I’m quite sane. I’m also more than prepared to defend myself. Or do whatever is… necessary… to get the info I feel I need.” She moved the long, serrated knife so the light glinted off of it into his eyes. “Now… do you talk? Or do I cut?”

“Okay… okay… you ordered a caramel latte! I put in three squirts of caramel, along with the steamed milk and the milk foam! Did I not do enough caramel?”

“Funny… NOT!” She ran the edge of the blade along the underside of his chin. “Now, tell me what else you put in there, or I’ll do more than just scrape your skin!”

“O-okay.” The fear this time was genuine. He knew he’d have to come clean – and hoped the truth wouldn’t get him hurt any worse. “It’s two… two supplements. One acts… acts like… a roofie. The other… increases… increase libido… makes you more open… open to sex…”

“Well, well… sounds like the ultimate date rape drug!” she snarled. “And I’d say it’s time you had a taste of your own medicine!” Holding the cup to his mouth, she said, “You don’t have to worry about catching any viruses form me; I’ve not touched it. But you will.” As he tried to turn away, she again rubbed the knife under his chin. “Drink, or I cut you!”

Realizing just what he was up against, the man parted his lips. The woman quickly put the cup to them, tilting it so it poured freely into his mouth. She used the knife to keep his face looking upwards, lest he try to spit the drink out. As the last of the latte dripped down his throat, he hoped the woman might show him some mercy at some point – and feared she wouldn’t.

“Now… tell me how long it takes for those drugs to take effect.”

“They’re designed to act slow, then hit fast,” he sputtered. “Anywhere from five to 10… 10 min… minutes… wait, what’s happening?” His vision had gone blurry, and his words sounded slurred to him.

“You’ve described what happens when someone sips on your ‘magic’ coffee,” she replied, a smile coming to her lips. “I bet you’ve never seen what happens when someone gets a ‘full dose’ all at once. At least, not until now.” As he started to slump, she said, “Let’s get you to the bedroom so I can take advantage of this situation!” With that, she moved to put one of his arms over her shoulder, supporting him as he stumbled down the hall. One side effect he’d not mentioned with the roofie was that his mind was now open to suggestions, and little able to resist commands. The last thing he felt was the softness of a mattress underneath him as he flopped down on the bed.

* * *

“Woah… oh… what a headache… wait… what the hell?” The man tried to move, only to find he couldn’t. As his vision cleared, his predicament came into focus. The mirrored ceiling above him revealed he was in a large bed, his arms and legs tied to the corners so that he looked like a human “X”. Save for where he lay restrained, the room was dark. At first, he thought he was naked, only to realize –

“That’s right,” the woman said from the shadows. “You’re wearing what you think you’re wearing. And no, they’re not mine. It so happens I keep a wide variety of sizes and colors to use with my various boy-toys!” To his shock, the man found himself adorned in pink panties with a matching bra. “The question now is…. just how I make you feel what it’s like to be roofied and raped?”

“I… I’ll do whatever… whatever you want,” he stammered, finally finding his voice. “Just… just let me… let me go. Please! I won’t… won’t say anything… about you…”

“Oh, no, my dear,” she replied in a saccharine voice. “You’re not getting off that easily. And besides – you wanted to have some fun with me tonight! It would be impolite of me to not let you have your wish!”

As she stepped out of the shadows, he was shocked by her outfit. The silver Lamé jacket was gone, as was her cream-colored sweater and tan skirt. They had been replaced by a low-cut red leather corset with black lace accents and what looked like red leather bikini bottoms. Images of bondage and sadism he’d seen online raced into his head. He’d always found them thrilling – until now, when he realized he could be on the receiving end instead of the giving.

“Wh-what… what d-do… you… w-want… f-from m-me?”

“Isn’t obvious, dear boy? I want YOU! Your pleasure… your subservience… your service. And one way or another… I’m going to have it!” Reaching over with her left hand, she rubbed the inside of his right thigh. His vision grew cloudy as his mind was suddenly flooded with sexual hormones. It cleared just in time to see her hold up an object as she said, “The question is if I use just your body, or one of my special toys.” Looking over, he barely made out a large red dildo hooked to a matching leather harness.

A moment later, she dropped the strap-on on the bed, and reached over to him with both hands. As her left fingers began playing with his nipple through the thin fabric of the bra cup, her right hand began slowly stroking the bottom edge of his abdomen. Try though he, might, he couldn’t help but physically react to the sudden sensual onslaught, especially after her right hand moved to the bottom of his crotch.

“You’re going to serve me,” she said, her voice taking on a sexual lilt. “You’re going to obey me… and please me… however I see fit. And the joy of it is… you already know this! Otherwise, you wouldn’t be… reacting… to my touch now!”

As his mind grew more and more clouded by her touch, he realized that she was right. The more she stimulated him, the less he’d be able to resist her actions. Then came the coup des grâce – the realization that he would get what he’d come here for, sex with a beautiful woman, even if it wasn’t the way he’d planned. The pleasure-filled sigh that thought generated told the woman he was ready for the taking. Pouncing on the moment, she opened his front-clasp bra and began sucking on the closer of his nipples. The moan that came when she reached inside his panties to caress him directly further proved she would soon add a new boy-toy to her collection.


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