When The Tables Turn

Part 2 – The Hunter Becomes the Prey

Megan woke up the next day, the sun streaming through the blinds, highlighting her naked body. She slowly opened her eyes, the light of the new day pulling her from the dimension between sleep and awake. She stretched and looked at the clock, checking the time. She had overslept, but no wonder. Mark had used his property all night, making up for lost time. She sat up, wincing, and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her body was sore and marked from the evening's activities. A nice long hot shower and some Tylenol were in order.

She rose from the bed, and padded lightly to the bathroom where she decided on a hot bath so she could soak her aching muscles. Getting out of the bath, she dried off and grabbed the robe from the hook on the back of the door. Megan smelled the coffee and practically purred. Mark must have made it before he left for work. He didn't even drink coffee, but it was one of the little things he did for her. She filled the mug and added her usual hazelnut creamer and sugar, and sat down at the cherry pedestal table with the newspaper.

She found herself reading the same lines repeatedly, her thoughts returning not to her husband, but to Ryan. She frowned, her brow furrowed. Why was she allowing him occupy her thoughts? She put the paper down with a sigh, letting her mind go back. He had hurt so many, not just her. Actually, she was just one in a long line of women that that had fallen for him. Most had thrown themselves at him, but she never had. All thought they were the one that could get him to settle down, all thinking that they were the one who could change him. She had never tried to change him, it was pointless, and she knew it. He swore that in not trying to change him, she had. He swore she was what he had been looking for all his life. He said this to her, sometimes when they spoke on the phone late at night, Undoubtedly, while his cock was buried in another woman's cunt. She swore sometimes, that she could smell the perfume over the phone.

Someday, that man would get what he deserved.

She sat stirring coffee that didn't need stirring, looking out the window at her flower garden. A thought crept into her conscience. Why couldn't it be her? Why couldn't she be the one to give him what he deserved? She shook the thought from her head. Why on earth would she bother? She loved Mark, and she loved their life. The thought of such a thing was absurd. Megan rose from the table and went to the bedroom to get dressed, ready to begin her day.

She moved through the already spotless home quickly, washing up the dishes and dusting, cleaning here and there. The thought kept coming back, and as soon as it did she would push it away. Why shouldn't she be the one to give Ryan what he deserved? It wouldn't let go of her, invading her thoughts and daydreams. NO! These crazy thoughts had to stop! Again, why shouldn't she be the one? Someone had to do it.

She walked out to her car, and peered through the window. There it was, the slip of paper with his cell phone number that he had stuffed down her cleavage yesterday. Megan opened the door and retrieved the paper, stuffing it in her jeans pocket and returning to the house. Megan fixed some lunch, idly eating, her mind racing, thoughts and semi plans being churned out. The paper seemingly burned her skin, reminding her of its presence. No, this wasn't like her at all. She told herself that she had better things to do, She told herself that she was entirely too busy, The thought lingered, though, prodding her to action.

She realized she was pacing in the living room, and that over a half hour had gone by. Why couldn't it be her? Even as a pretense, it could hurt Mark. It could put the most precious thing in her world at risk. But Ryan deserved it. And all of the women who'd gone before or since, they'd all asked for vengeance, or justice, or both. But they'd all, like her, waited for someone else to do it. If not her, then who? No one had done it so far. Her jaw tensed. Mark needed to never find out. If he did, could he ever understand? Could he ever forgive? She opened her purse, and pulled out the cell phone. She bit her lip. Then she opened it.

Ryan's phone was ringing. Megan was trembling so badly, she didn't even know if she could speak. She was beginning to hope no one would answer.

Her heart sank as she heard his voice.

"Hello"

"Hi Ryan, its Megan".

His tone immediately shifted from cold and indifferent to that of a purring cat with a mouse in its sights.

"Took you longer than I thought it would, baby. Does Mark know that you called? Or is he going to find out when he tastes my cum in your cunt."

Megan cringed, her stomach churning in nausea.

"No, I didn't tell Mark. No point in that, it's not like you and me will ever be together again, Ryan."

He chuckled. "Sure baby, whatever." He made it clear he didn't believe her. He thought he was in the driver's seat again.

"Ryan, I've been thinking. It's time for us to talk. Can we meet for a drink?"

They made arrangements to meet the next day at a local bar. Megan intentionally had selected one in a more rural area that was next door to a motel that charged by the hour or night. Most of the guests had no interest in spending the night, only in hiding from their spouse. The motel was situated in such a way that the parking lot could not be seen from the road, this being another draw for her.

Megan began packing a bag when she got off the phone. She knew she would need at least a couple fresh changes of clothes, toiletries, toys and a few other items that had been carefully selected and hidden in the bag. After finishing packing, she put the suitcase in the trunk and slammed the lid shut.

The rest of the day Megan could do nothing but worry about whether she was doing the right thing and whether she had covered all her bases. This certainly was not the time to slip up.

She slept restlessly that night, tossing and turning. She finally drifted off to sleep about 4:00 am nestled in her Masters arms. The next day dawned bright and sunny, contradicting her mood. Even though she was torn, there was a rising feeling of control. That finally, she was doing something to take charge of her life, rather than going along for the ride.

Megan walked in the dimly lit bar at the appointed time. She looked around at the fishing nets with the fake fish and wondered if they had purchased the décor from a defunct fish restaurant. She stood a moment, fear beginning to seize her. Maybe he wouldn't show up. This was a mistake and she should leave. She couldn't do this. She turned to run, her pulse racing and headed out the door.

"Whoa, baby, what's the rush? You weren't bailing, were you?" His eyes narrowed as he closed his hands on her shoulders again.

Her breath caught in her throat.

"No, of course not, i..i just forgot my cell and was going to the car to get it."

"Don't worry, baby. If you don't answer, Mark won't even imagine we're together." He chuckled at himself, and she forced a smile.

They chatted about their lives and he regaled her with stories of his exploits with women. Megan pretended to listen and show admiration for his skills, laughing at his stories in all the right places. He was so busy talking about himself that he didn't notice she only toyed with her drink. After some more chitchat, she decided it was time. If she didn't tell him now, she never would.

"Ryan, you know that I've never stopped thinking of you, don't you?

"Megan, baby, I've always known you still wanted me."

She interrupted him. "Please let me finish. I've dreamed of this for the last two years. I've missed you and I want to be with you. I so miss being at your feet. Ryan, make me your slut again, if only for the night.

She blushed as she lowered her eyes to him, assuming the more submissive posture that he would expect, and demand. His smile was almost a smirk as he leaned across the table and caressed her face.

He had won the round. His prey was well within his sights and wearing down. So he thought.

He stood, and threw a $20.00 on the table for their $12.00 tab. Megan rose with him and he took her elbow, leading her out the door. She held her breath for a moment. This was one of the many moments of truth in the next day or so.

"Meg, I don't want to wait." He used the name that he used to call her by. He put his arms around her and whispered against her ear.

"We'll get a room next door. That way Mark will never see you. No one will hear us. I want to make you scream again, baby."

Megan smiled. She knew that he never took a girl to his home, at least not right away.

Ryan guided her to the office and opened the door. Megan pulled back, balking at going in. After all, she wouldn't want to run into someone that knew her husband. He chuckled at her hesitation and went in, leaving her outside. After all, he was back in control so he would let her have that. Ryan emerged from the office and slipped his arm around her waist as they walked to the room. He unlocked the door, and they entered, Ryan ahead of her.

She looked around. Not exactly your luxury type room. There was a double bed with a threadbare ugly green bedspread. She hated to venture if it was even clean. There was a table with two chairs. They had obviously seen better days, sturdy but scratched. The carpet was gold shag, meaning that it was at least 25 years old. Nice. Oh well, she wasn't here to admire the décor. She wandered into the bathroom, which at least appeared clean. At this point, she was at least grateful for that. She stepped back out into the shabby room, moving to the table and looked at Ryan, a nervous smile playing on her lips.

Ryan came up behind her, slipping his arms around her and nuzzled her neck, and running his hands down her slides.

"I've missed you, baby."

She purred softly at him and leaned back against him, more because she had to than she wanted to. Her mind was reeling and she struggled to regain her composure.

He turned her around and kissed her. She slipped her arms around him, smiling softly. She looked up at him, running her tongue over her lips, inwardly shuddering at what was about to happen.

"I can think of better things for you to lick, baby"

"Mmm, me too", she said, smiling.

Ryan looked at her, and pulled his shirt off from over his head, placing it on the table.

Megan swallowed, knowing what he expected of her, and what she had to do. She dropped to her knees.

"Good girl, you remember your training."

Megan reached up and unfastened his jeans, carefully unzipping them. She looked up as Ryan ran his fingers through her hair, watching her.

She tugged his jeans down, sliding them past his hips and over his muscular thighs, removing his boxers at the same time. He stepped out of His jeans as she slid them from his feet, being careful not to tug his feet from under him. The last thing she wanted was to create a situation that would bring swift punishment. Megan removed the belt from his jeans, folding the jeans and boxers neatly. She laid the belt on top, knowing he would likely want to use it on her later.

Megan watched him as he ran his hand across his cock, stroking it as it hardened. She closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek against his thigh, running her fingertips over his cock. Ryan wrapped her hair in his fist, holding her against his thigh by her hair, keeping her face only inches from his cock as he stroked it with his other hand. He lightened the grip in her hair and smiled.

"Does the little whore want my cock?"

As repulsed as she was, she managed to reply to him.

"God yes, Ryan, I've waited two years to have your cock back in my mouth."

He moved her so that her mouth was right at the head of his cock and rubbed her lips with his precum. She looked up at him, knowing better than to lick her glistening lips without permission.

"May I please suck your cock?"

Ryan smiled and nodded, pleased with her request.

Megan took his cock in her hand, stroking softly as she moved her mouth to his cock, and kissed it softly as she had been trained to do. She began to softly suck his balls. The flavor was familiar, and she rolled his balls against her cheek with her tongue, slowly letting them slide from her mouth, still caressing them with her tongue. She lightly lapped the base of his cock, her tongue curling around the shaft, bathing the velvet flesh as she kissed and licked upward. Megan let the smooth skin of his cock graze against her nose and nuzzled for a second, taking in his scent. She moaned lowly, as she licked the head of his thick cock, surprised at feeling a dim heat where she had been trying so hard to feel nothing.

He leaned back against the table, gripping her hair and wrapping it tightly around His hand. He moaned as she sucked his cock. Megan ran her fingertips over his hard cock and moved her tongue back to his shaft, lapping the underside.

"Such a good little cock tease you are, but I'm tired of the tease, baby."

Ryan pulled her head down against His cock, forcing his cock past her lips. He held her head and thrust into her mouth, shoving his cock into the back of her throat. She couldn't help but whimper as he fucked her face harshly. He pumped against her throat, hitting the back several times before pulling back to let her breathe. She gasped for air as he pulled out, gagging repeatedly. He slapped her face hard. Megan cried out at the slap.

"That's for gagging and being such a cock tease."

Ryan caressed her face and then lifted her to her feet by her hair and grinned at her.

"Take your clothes off for me."

Megan slowly removed her cashmere sweater, pulling it over her head. She folded it and set it on a chair. She unfastened her jeans and hooked her thumbs in the waist, wiggling her hips, pushing the jeans down over her hips and shapely ass. Sliding them down her silky thighs, she stepped out of the jeans and folded them, laying them with her sweater. She unfastened her bra and tossed it on the chair, but wore no panties, knowing that would be something that would bring swift retribution.

She stood naked before him, trembling and vulnerable. She fought off the memories of her submission to him, trying to remember why she was here.

He leaned back and watched, stroking his cock as he watched her.

"That's a good girl."

Ryan stepped to her and ran His hands over her body slowly as He circled around, inspecting her. He leaned in, whispering that he had missed this. He reached down and rubbed her clit, His cock pressed against her back, He kissed the back of her neck, and whispered against her ear.

"Such a dirty lil' whore. I can take you however I want to, whenever I want to, you know that, don't you Meg?"

He kissed her neck and walked her to the bed and pushed her over the end of it, face down. She felt the stiffness of the hard mattress against her breasts and stomach and the chemical scent of the bedspread. He kicked her legs wide apart and felt between her legs, rubbing her clit.

"Your ass is so inviting, baby, I hope its ready for me."

He suddenly shoved three fingers in her ass and began fucking her with them. She cried out at the sudden invasion of his fingers in her ass. She dug her nails in the bedcovers, gripping tightly, clenching his fingers. She moaned in pleasure in spite of herself.

"Tell me you want my cock in your ass, Meg. Beg me to use you. Tell me how much you need it."

She bucked her hips as he shoved his fingers deeper with one hand and pinched her clit with the other. She almost came off the bed, arching her ass higher as he growled at her to fuck his fingers. She whimpered, grinding her ass back onto his fingers, her hips moving in small circular motions, fucking his fingers eagerly … too eagerly.

He slapped her ass hard.

"I don't hear you begging. Maybe the slut doesn't want her ass fucked."

"She moaned, desperately wanting her ass filled with his cock. She hated herself for it, but she did. He was right, he did know what she wanted and how to give it to her."

She part whimpered, part moaned from wanting her ass fucked.

She whimpered as she choked out, "Please Ryan, this slut begs of you to fill her unworthy ass with your cock and use it for your pleasure. This slut begs for you to fill her ass, begs for the pain and pleasure you offer."

What scared her so, was that she meant it. Every word of it.

"That's a good girl, just like that." He pumped his fingers into her several more times before pulling them out. He grabbed her hair and lifted her head up from the bed.

"Clean my fingers of your filth, my little whore. Yes, you love to lick that slut ass from my hand, don't you?"

She obediently licked his fingers clean, lapping her own ass juices, cleaning his fingers quickly and thoroughly, like the trained slut she'd been. Like the trained slut she was for Mark. Like the slut she was starting to feel like again.

"Now go get my belt, and bring it to me, and then bend back over the bed so I can look at that slut ass."

She took a deep breath and went for his belt, returning to hand it to him and bent back over the bed as she was instructed.

He leaned back and held her ass cheeks open, looking at the awaiting hole.

"My little whore's ass is so hungry."

He rubbed the head of His cock along her ass, pushing against the hole slightly before sliding into it with a steady pressure. He pumped His cock slowly in and out of her ass, holding her hips as He did. She pushed back against him, moaning, her ass pathetically eager to be fucked. He slowly moved His hips around, forcing His cock deeper into her. She grunted as he forced his way in, spreading her ass more and making her whore hole tighter. He pumped his cock in her ass until she started fucking him, trying to buck her hips backward, and her body begging for more.

Ryan wound the end of the belt around his hand. He began to strike her ass and lower back in rhythm to his thrusts. Megan screamed at the sudden pain. She felt a warm trickle on her back and knew that he was drawing blood. She cried out with each strike of the belt.

"Baby, you aren't counting. Maybe I should start over." He laughed at her screams.

"Told you I could make you scream again, Meg. What, can't Mark make you scream the way I do?"

He rubbed her welted skin.

"You'll be fine, might have some explaining to do, isn't that right, Meg?"

She swallowed the bile as it rose from her stomach, from the pain and from being with such a bastard.

Ryan reached for her hair and pulled her off the bed, pushing her to her knees again. She automatically took his cock in her mouth without being told. He closed his eyes as she sucked his cock clean.

"Lap it all up, slut, clean it good."

Ryan closed his eyes as she sucked his cock; letting all of his senses go to the feel of her tongue as she cleaned his cock of her ass juices. He moaned as she fucked his piss hole with her tongue, as she worked to please him.

"God, you're such a dirty lil' thing."

She moaned to herself and opened her mouth wider, sinking his cock into her mouth, not fighting. Inside, she felt herself responding, a heat that shouldn't be there, she shouldn't be letting herself enjoy this. She shouldn't be enjoying it at all. She was Mark's, not this bastard's. She only had so far she could go with this before it would all fall apart, and the terror at the thought of believing she belonged here again made her blood go cold. Even as she sucked him harder into her mouth, never letting him sense the revulsion inside her, sucking as if her life depended on making him cum instead of throwing up in revulsion for letting him even touch her.

Ryan pulled his cock from her mouth, and wiped it in her hair.

"That's enough, slut."

He lifted her up by her hair and dragged her over to the table.

"Get on the table for me, spread your legs wide open. I want to use your fuck hole."

Megan spread her legs and looked up at him, eyes glazed. Ryan looked down at her and smiled wickedly, pushing her onto the table on her back.

"I think my lil' whore has remembered who she belongs to."

He pulled her to him so that her ass was at the edge of the table. He spread her legs wider and shoved his cock into her wet cunt. He alternately rubbed and flicked her engorged clit as he fucked her tight cunt. He pushed hard into her, the beads of sweat on His chest showing as His hips pushed faster against her. He held her by the hips and pushed deep into her aching pussy, ramming himself in hard, using her wet hole for his pleasure.

She rocked back as he thrust into her, starting to slide across the table. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her back to the edge, pushing his cock back into her again, hard. She moaned, feeling pleasure she couldn't control, and though she hated to admit it, as much of the pleasure came from him forcing it on her as it did from the physical sensations. She was swimming, her cunt squeezing hard, her pulse racing in spite of herself, and she once more felt her resolve waver. Was he really that bad?

She no longer could maintain any sense of what she was here for. Her body had betrayed her, feral instincts coursing through her veins. She growled from deep in her throat, her need to cum overwhelming her. He began slapping her thighs and ass, driving her over the edge.

"Cum for me, slut!"

Megan writhed against his cock, crying out as waves of pleasure wracked her body. He rocked the table fucking her, pushing His cock deep into her with each thrust, feeling her tighten even more as she came. He felt her spasm on his cock, the wetness dripping from her, sliding to His balls. He held his shaft deep in her cunt, his back locked, and he began to explode deep into her hole. He moaned loudly as he pumped his seed into her.

They remained where they were, recovering for a moment. He pulled his cock from her, slapped her thigh and moved to the bed, lying down. He propped himself up on the pillows, pleased with himself.

Megan excused herself and went to the bathroom. She turned the water on in the sink and in the shower. She sunk to her knees and vomited, trying to rid herself of the shame and self-loathing that she felt, not only from what she was doing, but revolted by the fact that her body had betrayed her.