Kinktober 2022 #1 - Aftermath/Ambush 

Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, M/f, maledom, F/m, femdom, kidnapping, bondage slavery, duct tape, magic, supernatural, witch

Delilah woke up naked with a hangover, duct tape around her wrists and ankles, and a wiffle ball gag in her mouth.

She shouldn’t have a hangover. The mixture she’d taken before leaving home should have shielded her from the aftermath of any drink she imbibed over the night. Delilah had used it plenty of times before and it had never failed her.

The duct tape, gag, and nudity were all expected.

It must have been the roofied drink Delilah took. Her clumsy would-be kidnapper hadn’t been nearly as subtle about it as he seemed to think. It hadn’t affected her at the time, but it must have affected the anti-hangover mixture.

“Oh good, you’re up,” came a voice from behind Delilah. She rolled to the other side of the ratty old bed to see the man she met last night standing. He was blonde, brown-eyed, and had a cute face he was currently messing up with an attempt at a cruel smirk. “Perfect timing! We have plenty of time before my friends show up to take you home.”

He was clearly gearing up to tell her that he meant her new home, but he stopped short when Delilah just rolled her eyes. She wasn’t acting following the expected script. Where was the confusion? The struggling? Where were the tears?

Instead of any of that, Delilah rolled back on the bed and used the mattress (ugh, she was going to need some mouthwash after this) to dislodge the wiffle ball gag from her mouth. Then she turned back to him with a free mouth.

“I’m your first victim, aren’t I?”

The boy—because he was a boy even if he was more than twenty—blinked.

“How did you know—no! I’m… what are you talking about!?”

“You’re terrible at this. Did you not just see how easily I took the gag out? No? How about the tape?” She held up her now-free wrists. “For Hell’s sake, you only wrapped it around my wrists four times at most. Your every move screams inexperience.”

The boy gaped at her free hands. Delilah wondered if that look was for the shock of seeing his work so effortlessly undone or the unnatural way her fingers were twisted into the talons she used to free herself. He stood frozen as she leaned down to cut the tape around her ankles as well.

Delilah looked out the window to see the expected van parked outside. It did not belong to the kidnapper’s colleagues, but to Delilah’s own Coven. A veil to make prying eyes pass it over had been set. Irina’s work. Delilah, Irina, and the rest of their sisters, witches all, had been trying to bait the local kidnappers into an ambush for weeks. It was just Delilah’s luck that their efforts would finally bear fruit when it was her turn to be the bait.

At least they hadn’t used Delilah falling asleep as an excuse to bust in and say she needed to be rescued. She was still going to win her little bet with Zi.

“You even left the tape out!” Delilah grabbed the thick roll of duct tape from the bedside table, her talons leaving mild scratches on the surface level of the stuff. “It’s bad enough you didn’t bother to spring for handcuffs, learn how to use rope, or just wrap a lot more tape; but you actually left this out for anyone to pick up and use?”

“I—no! This is not happening!” The boy pulled out a switchblade. “Get back on the bed! You hear me! Get your ass back on the bed right now!”

Delilah rolled her eyes again, then picked up the duct tape.

*

“I was thinking about keeping you for myself, you know,” Delilah said when she finished putting her clothes back on. A straightforward clubbing outfit of halter top, leather skirt, and knee boots.

The boy groaned. It was all he could do between the tape and the thrashing he’d suffered at Delilah’s hands.

It had been a short fight. Delilah’s magically empowered strength was more than enough to handle him. The only challenge had been keeping herself from giving him any cuts with her shapeshifter talons. He was down in under a minute, and Delilah had gone to work taping him up.

Unlike him, Delilah wasn’t an amateur. Her tape work was much more thorough. She’d used at least half the roll to tightly wrap up his legs from knee to ankle. His hands were encased in the stuff, and his arms pinned to his chest with it. Finally most of his head was covered. Delilah had wrapped it around his mouth and eyes with almost as much of it as she’d used on the rest of his body.

He wasn’t going anywhere.

“I mean, you’re cute enough. At least physically. But you are just too damn dumb for my liking, so forget it. You’ll go to my buyers instead.”

“Mmmph!”

“Oh, shush.” Delilah gave his bare ass a hard spank. He squealed ten times louder when it made contact, since his ass was already burning red from what Delilah had used his own belt to do to it.

“Don’t think I don’t know you were planning to do the same to me. Haven’t you ever heard that turnabout is fair play? Or is ‘turnabout’ too big a word for that simple brain of yours?”

“MMMMPH!”

“Then again.” Delilah suddenly regretted taking away the kidnapper’s sight. Then he could see what a cruel smile actually looked like. “Something tells me that my buyers are a little more impressive than yours.”

After all, Delilah doubted this amateur knew many witches, demons, or vampires he could sell to. Or if he even had a client list to begin with.

With the wannabe kidnapper well in hand, Delilah went to the window to give the sisters of her Coven the signal to come in and set up for when his buddies showed up to collect what they thought would be their new slave, only to end up slaves themselves.

It was a good start to the Coven’s October.