When The Tables Turn

Part 3 – And Justice For All

Megan looked in the mirror. It was time. She opened the closet door in the bathroom and set to work, retrieving what she needed. She smiled to herself at how easy it was to pay off the motel employee to "rent" Ryan the room she had already rented.

She took a deep breath, and walked towards the bed.

"There you are, baby. What took you so long?"

Megan silently crawled into bed and settled between his legs. She grinned at him and stroked his cock, wanting him to think she was coming back for more.

He smiled softly down at her, and reached to her, caressing her face.

"I truly have missed you, babygirl. I want you to know that. There have been so many nights that I've laid in bed awake thinking about you, about us. Then when I do sleep, you haunt my dreams. "

At that, Ryan drew her to him and kissed her tenderly. She pulled back, looking at him in shock. She was confused, her head spinning. She hadn't seen this coming, not at all. Her heart, which was ice as far as he was concerned, was melting. She couldn't help herself. This was so unfair. She struggled to remember what he had done to her. She needed to remember. Everything she'd planned for, everything she'd hoped for, at no point had this thought even occurred to her. This was hard enough without having to fight the love she had once felt for this man.

Trembling, she got up on all fours, leaned down kissing his stomach. Megan looked up at him, at her past. Looking into his eyes, she felt time stand still as her memories crashed around her like waves against the rocks. She saw him in her minds eye with the woman he had brought into their bed. Megan watched them, horrified, from the door of the walk in closet where she was hiding. She had missed him so, and came home a day early from visiting her parents. She heard him whisper to the woman, "You know I still want you, babygirl. Meg is just a fuck, nothing more, nothing less".

Her cheeks grew hot, blushing with rage, and the words began repeating.

"Meg is just a fuck, nothing more, nothing less… just a fuck, nothing more, nothing less… nothing more…."

Blind with fury, She slapped him hard across the face, and hissed at him.

"You fucking bastard!"

Megan suddenly rammed her knee into Ryan's balls.

He screamed at her, in pain and anger.

"FUCKING CUNT!"

He knew. Ryan was a smart man, very smart. Most didn't realize that and didn't bother to find out. People saw only his looks, his charm. It was hard for anyone, especially men, to accept that he had it all.

Megan jumped from the bed as he rolled to the side, clutching his balls, moaning and retching. She grabbed the cloth and the bottle of chloroform, hidden under the bed. She dampened the cloth and held it to his mouth and nose, until he lost consciousness. . He struggled, squirmed, but still couldn't override the pain. The fumes were making her dizzy, too, but fortunately, he collapsed before she did. She sealed the bottle and threw the cloth into the bathroom quickly. There was no way she could execute her plan if he were awake. He was a big man, solid muscle and she was no match for him. He could snap any part of her body like a twig if he wasn't restrained.

Megan moved quickly, wanting him to stay out cold until she was finished. She tied a heavy-duty chain to each side of the iron headboard and brought them together in the middle, twisting them several times. The links clinked and she felt her muscles straining as she secured them. She repeated the process at his feet, using even thicker chains. She picked up the three-way cuffs she'd brought, attaching them to the upper chains with heavy-duty turnbuckles. She closed her eyes for an instant, knowing she didn't have much time, but the smell of the well-oiled chains and the fresh leather combined, a smell that was linked to her memories of dungeon play, of the feel of leather against her skin, of chains holding her down, holding her up. She shook her head, and double-checked the cuffs at his wrists. With this, she could turn him without ever leaving him totally unrestrained. Megan attached cuffs to his ankles too, and picked up a spreader bar, thicker than the ones she was used to seeing, she locked it to the ankle cuffs. She picked up a ring gag and slid it into his mouth, strapping it in place quickly. She picked up a Kali's teeth bracelet, the tips shining with the promise of the pain they'd bring, and slid it onto his flaccid cock, picturing what would happen when his cock hardened. She picked up a ball separator and stretcher, taking his balls in hand, snapping it in place and slowly, but surely stretching his balls away from his cock. He groaned softly and she picked up a black leather collar, silver studs and trim, secured it around his neck. She toyed with the leash on the nightstand for a moment, but decided against doing anything with it, yet.

She had decided to forgo the blindfold, wanting him to see his predicament, wanting him to see the look on her face as she used him. She wanted to see fear in his eyes.

Megan sat back in a chair, studying his well - chiseled body as she waited for him to awaken. She couldn't help but think back to all the nights that he had her bound, and waiting. He would tease her mercilessly. He knew every nuance of her body and how she reacted to being touched in any given place.

She knew his body just as well, though. She knew what would bring him pleasure, what would bring him pain, and what would bring him shame. She knew every rippled muscle and the crevice created as it strained. She knew all of the strengths and weaknesses of his body, heart and soul. Megan knew and had treasured all that made him who he was.

She had wanted to know everything about him, the evils that resided in the dark recesses of his mind as well as what was put forth for public viewing and everything in between. There had been a lifetime to learn about each other and she had thought they had time. She may not have learned as much as she'd hoped to, but she'd learned a lot. And she could use it.

Ryan began to stir, moaning from deep in his throat, the sound almost a growl. She sat up in the chair, waiting for him to fully awaken. His eyes opened wide and he jerked on his bonds, fearfully thrashing, with a look of confusion in his eyes as he struggled to remember where he was and what was happening. Megan moved to the side of the bed and regarded him, her head tilted. He looked at her, his eyes full of rage, as clarity replaced the confusion.

"Guess you didn't expect this today, huh, Ryan? You expected me to just fall back at your feet, no questions asked. This isn't like me, I'll give you that one. This isn't the me that you once knew, I didn't fight back then, did I? I just left. But you know, the day after I saw you, I started thinking about this. Now please don't think this is just because of what you did to me. Oh no, I'm striking a blow for every woman you've ever fucked over. You know, baby, taking one for the home team."

She looked over at him, with no amount of kindness showing in her face. If anything, she was gloating.

She started pacing around the room as she spoke, memories flooding back, her thoughts focused, adrenaline pumping. She looked at him, watching his eyes track her every move. The thought "prey" entered her mind once again. She shivered inwardly, thinking of what he would do to her if he managed to free himself.

"Here's the deal, Ryan. You are no longer in control. I am. I do what I want, in my own time. If you're a good boy, I may spare you some pain. Then again, I may not. If Ryan, you're thinking that someone will start to look for you, don't. I called in work for you, told them that there was a death in the family in another state and since you were the executor of the estate, you would be gone for an extended length of time. Your cell phone is being disconnected as we speak, and your "secretary" called your girlfriend and informed her of an emergency business trip. How does it feel Ryan, to not get the last laugh?

She walked over and ran her fingertips down his chest.

"How does it feel, Ryan, to know that you can't stop me from doing anything I want? To know I can take you whenever I want, however I want. Isn't that the way you said it, Ryan? Though don't worry baby, it wont all be bad."

She grinned wickedly.

"Look, I'm even going to suck your cock. You'll enjoy that now, won't you?"

Megan climbed on the bed and smiled down at him. She stroked his cock teasingly. She leaned down and began to lap his cock with her tongue, sucking the head, tickling the sensitive underside. She looked up at him, his eyes closed tight. She knew that he was trying to stop his erection. She also knew it was hopeless. Megan suckled his cock as she stroked his balls with her fingertips. She raked her teeth along the head, as she stroked the shaft with her small hands. Her soft lips wrapped around the shaft, squeezing. She looked up at him, his face clenched in pain, small droplets of blood forming where the Kali's Teeth Bracelet bit into his flesh as his cock reacted to her mouth. She smeared the blood on her fingertips and crawled up to him and held her fingers up, letting him see the crimson dripping from her fingers. His eyes widened in fear as she wiped the blood from her fingers across his face. She smiled and climbed from the bed.

Megan moved over to the table and picked up a flannel pouch. She padded back to the bed, and climbed back on it, straddling his chest. She smiled slightly, as she narrowed her eyes.

"Ryan, you know that brand you put on my hip? I think you need one, too. This way all your sluts will know right off what you are. Unfortunately, I don't have any branding equipment so I'll have to do it …a bit more slowly."

Megan smirked at him as she drew the knife from its flannel pouch, and held it up for him to see it.

"Trust me, baby?"

She ran the knife across his neck, letting the cool metal stroke his flesh. Ryan jerked, struggling to get away. She saw the fear she had wanted to see. She smiled and ran her fingertips behind the trail of the knife and held her fingers up, showing him there was no blood.

"Remember Ryan, I learned how to do this from the best. I wont make any mistakes."

Megan moved down his body, dragging the tip of the knife lightly down to his chest, pressing just hard enough to leave a light pink trail behind the knife, but not enough to cut the skin. Megan drew the tip of the blade downwards over his stomach as she moved down, straddling his hips. She looked up to him and studied his face, as his eyes widened. She proceeded to drag the knife back up across his chest, and to the other side of his neck.

"Afraid, baby?"

She pressed harder as she drew the knife tip back down to his chest. Megan turned the knife to the sharpened side and pressed into his flesh, leaving a light trail of blood after every curve, every line. She continued carving into his chest, not so deep that stitches were required, but deep enough that it would scar. She looked down at blood, forming one word.

"SLUT. That's what it says baby. SLUT. Now you wont have to tell them, they wont have to guess. They will look at your bare skin and know what you are."

She smeared the blood across his chest and held her hand up at his face as if to slap him. She smiled and wiped her hand off across his neck.

She looked at him smugly, a look of self-satisfaction on her face. Oh yes, that will look very nice. She gazed down at the oozing blood and raked her nails across his chest.

"I'm thinking my pet would like to be fucked now, isn't that right, baby?"

She smiled down at him, her lips turning up in a near sneer. Megan walked over to the table, and picked up a dildo and a strap-on harness. She moved slowly back to the bed, almost sauntering, and removed the spreader bar but left the chains attached.

"I hope pet's ass is ready for me."

She smirked at him as she stepped into the harness and fastened it about her hips, the rubber cock bobbing as she moved. Crawling up on the bed, she shoved his legs back, and positioned the head at his likely virgin ass.

"I'm sure a tough guy like you doesn't need lube, eh, Ryan?"

With that, she thrust the cock into his un-lubed, un-dilated hole. She heard the scream from around the gag. She again heard the voice, the memories taunting her " You know I still want you, babygirl. Meg is just a fuck, nothing more, nothing less ". She thrust violently into his ass, shoving the thick dildo almost all the way in. Megan began pumping the cock into his tightest hole, stretching it painfully. She saw the pain cross his face and took sick pleasure in his misery. She felt the cock began to slide more easily, feeling its natural resistance ebbing at her insistence. What pleasure he felt, he would never admit to, if any. She started grinding the large dildo into his ass, gyrating her hips in small circles, driving it in mercilessly with each thrust. Whether it caused pain or pleasure was of no consequence to Megan any more.

Deciding she was tired of fucking his ass for the time being, she pulled the rubber cock out of his whorishly gaping ass and unfastened the harness, letting it fall to the floor with a thud. Megan bent and retrieved the rubber cock from its harness and climbed up on the bed, straddling Ryan's chest. He looked up at her, his eyes full of pain and hatred. He growled at her as she settled.

Megan held the rubber cock which shed fucked his ass with at his lips, the ring gag forcing his mouth open wide.

"C'mon Daddy, open wide for mama."

She laughed almost gleefully.

"What baby, you're not laughing. You don't think it's funny? Aww."

She grinned as she slid the rubber cock into his mouth, and heard him retch as his gag reflex kicked in. She began to fuck his mouth faster, thrusting the rubber invader in deeper. He looked up at her, eyes shining wetly as he fought the retching, and another memory from the past forced its way into her present.

She had come in from work on Christmas Eve. The traffic was bad and she was late. Ryan met her at the door and enveloped her in his strong arms, and kissed her deeply. He gently tied a silk scarf around her head, blindfolding her. She could tell this wasn't just for play. The mood was lighthearted and she could hear Christmas music playing softly in the background. He led her to the living room and removed the blindfold. She looked at the scene in front of her and gasped in delight. The tree was lit, the fireplace was going and he had a picnic supper spread out on a blanket in the floor, with a bottle of wine chilling. In the middle of the blanket sat a small red velvet box. He dropped to one knee as he picked up the box and took her hand. As he slipped the ring on her finger, he told her that she was the love of his life and he wanted to be with her forever and that he wanted her to be the mother of his children. Tears of joy had streamed down her face, as she said yes. It was the happiest moment of her life up to that point. They had been together for nearly a year and that was the first night since they had met that he had really truly made love to her.

Megan closed her eyes, swallowing, trying to push the memory away. She withdrew the cock from his mouth, and looked down at him sadly. What had become of them, both of them? How could it have come to this? It wasn't supposed to have turned out this way. Even at the worst, just walk away from each other, right? Not all this. She sighed deeply, thinking about a phrase she had once heard, something about all the best-laid plans going astray.

She dropped the dildo and climbed off his chest and slid from the bed to the floor. She sat there, soft sobs escaping as the anger and pain from their past boiled up inside from where it had been festering. Megan sat there for a long time, lost in her emotions. She didn't know what time it was, or how long she had sat there, but the darkness of night had settled in. Hearing Ryan's rhythmic breathing, she knew that he had fallen asleep. Megan rose from the floor and checked on him, making sure that he was okay. She removed the KTB from his flaccid cock and gently removed the ball separator and stretcher, this time trying to be gentle. She sat down on the foot of the bed, watching him breathe.

She had thought initially that she would teach him a lesson, taking revenge for all the years of use and abuse he had heaped on the women that he had paraded through his life. That wasn't what she was here for at all, though. That wasn't what had happened. Oh, maybe with any luck he had seen the light, but that wasn't likely. If he hadn't so far, maybe in the near future he would. No, what had happened was that she had managed finally to let go. Megan herself had been the one to change. Just because things turned out no better for her than the ones before her, or since her, did not change who she was. In the end, she was a better person for having known him. She was stronger and wiser because of what he had done to her, and for her. She was stronger and wiser because she chose to learn the lessons that came with knowing him. He would always be a part of her.

It was time for her to leave. Her part was over. She had peace, and that's what she had come for. She just didn't expect that peace to be handed to her the way it was. Megan moved around the room quietly, not wanting to wake him, not wanting to look into those eyes any more than she had to. She picked up all the items she had brought and packed them into the duffel bag. She scoured all the rooms, visually, making sure she had packed everything. She dressed in the clothing she had worn when she came in, thinking that when she got home, she would burn it.

Megan sat down at the table that he had fucked her on, and pulled out her cell phone from the duffel bag. She called her home, where Mark and Miranda were waiting for her call. She told him that she was ready to come home, wanted to come home where she could put all this behind her. She then sat waiting, a non-existent clock ticking away. The silence was so loud she could barely hear herself think. Perhaps at the moment, that was best.

She startled at the sound of car doors in front of the motel. She rose and went to the window to peek out. She sighed in relief and opened the door,

"Did you have fun, pet?"

Megan looked at Mark, tears welling in her eyes. She ran to him, tears once again streaming from her face. She threw her arms around him, clinging tightly.

Mark gently tilted her face up towards his and kissed her forehead.

"I was afraid this would happen. Megan, listen to me. Miranda will take him from here. It's the last you will ever have to worry about Ryan. It's over."

Mark held her tightly as Megan leaned into him, feeling safe and secure once again. Megan looked over at Miranda and forced a smile through her tears.

"Hello, Ma'am".

Miranda smiled and laid her hand reassuringly on Megan's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, hon, that you tried to do this on your own. I wish you had called first. You know I would have helped you.

Miranda looked over at Ryan still bound and chuckled.

"I'm not sure you needed any help, though."

"Thank you, Ma'am. I think, though, this was something I had to do by myself and for myself."

Mark looked at her curiously, wanting details, but didn't press. He and Miranda talked as Megan finished getting ready to leave. They considered the various punishments that Miranda would bestow upon Ryan. Even more so, the pleasure she would have inflicting these punishments seeing that she had previously been at the receiving end of his arrogance when Ryan was her Master. She had found him with another woman, as well. Women, any and all women, had always been Ryan's downfall.

Megan looked back at the bed and excused herself. Mark and Miranda talked quietly, giving Megan the privacy she needed. She walked back over to Ryan who had awakened through all the conversation. She reached behind his head and unfastened the ring gag, removing it from his mouth. She looked at him and took a deep breath.

What do you say to a man that you've sold to his former submissive?

As she started to speak, Ryan's gaze fell on her, the look in his eyes stopping her dead in her tracks.

He whispered low, his voice raw.

She didn't understand him, and leaned in closer to hear what he had said to her.

His voice dropped even lower, as he stared through her, is blue eyes iced over.

"I'm coming for you, Megan."

Her breath caught at his words. A chill ran up her spine and she shivered. She glanced over at Mark to see if he had heard Ryan's words. Some things were better left alone. This was one of them.

She stared at him a moment, and whispered in a voice barely audible,

"I just wanted you to know that I loved you. All that time, I truly loved you."

She turned away from Ryan, squaring her shoulders and holding her head high, not looking back. She walked back to Mark and smiled up at him. She kissed her husband, her Master.

"Are you ready to go now, pet?"

"Yes, Master, I am."

Mark picked up her bag with one hand, put his other around Meg's waist. They closed the door, leaving Ryan and Miranda alone. She looked at the door for a second, and realized for the first time in some time, she wasn't hearing Ryan's voice. The Ryan with the other woman, glimpsed through the gap in the closet. The Ryan proposing by Christmas tree lights. The lessons had been learned, and she was at peace. She walked away, snuggling against Mark.