Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Cold
By Submissive Romantic



edited by michael-leonard

This story is a departure from my usual. It contains violence and rape as part
of the story. If you're not OK with that, please do not read it.

Prologue:

It was Saturday morning and he was sleeping in as usual. He had nowhere to go
and nothing scheduled for the day. His wife had just left, on her way to the
gym where she taught classes in aerobics, kick-boxing, and self-defense for
women. He had just turned over, settling in for another hour or two of sleep,
when the doorbell began to ring over and over again. Laughing, he turned back
the covers and shuffled his way, naked, out of their bedroom towards the door.

"All right, all right, don't get your panties in a wad; I'm coming."

The bell was still ringing as he started to open the door.

"What happened, did you forget something?"

When he got the door fully opened, he suddenly came face to face with a set of
'Double D's'; each topped with a very large nipple threatening to poke a hole
through the hopelessly overmatched t-shirt that was losing the battle of
containment it was waging. Automatically, his hands dropped to his crotch in a
vain attempt at modesty as his gaze rose from her chest and focused on her
face. His mind was still trying to search his memory banks for some
recognition of this woman when he felt the intense pain on the left side of
his face and everything went black.

Chapter 1: Three Hours Earlier

Ryan barely felt his wife gently move out of his grasp and out of their bed.
Looking at the clock on the night-stand, he realized that it was only six in
the morning. He turned over, planning on spending at least four more hours in
bed, and was almost back to sleep when he felt Laura return to his bed. That's
when the immediate need for the bathroom hit him, the result of the four beers
he had consumed the previous evening at the local bar around the corner.
Before she could capture him in a loving embrace, he slipped out of the bed
and headed for the bathroom. As he passed her side of the bed he noted that
the pajamas that she had worn to bed last night were now on the floor. He took
care of business, brushed his teeth, and left his underwear on the bathroom
floor. It was going to be a very good morning.

As he slipped back into bed, he took in her nakedness. His wife was a
beautiful young woman, nearly eight years younger than his thirty. A natural
blonde, with hypnotic blue eyes, and a radiant smile. At nearly six feet, she
was five inches taller than him. She worked hard on her very athletic body;
her daily workouts exhausted him just by watching. When she was dressed in a
pair of jeans and a loose fitting long sleeved shirt, you wouldn't believe
that she weighed over one hundred and sixty pounds. Her body was long, lean,
and solid, with wide shoulders, a narrow waist, and incredibly long legs. She
was a little self-conscious about her chest, which she considered small at a
B-cup. Having been a tit-man in his youth, he would have agreed with her, but
when he looked at her as she is now he wouldn't change a thing.

Ryan was already as hard as steel as he leaned over and pulled her close. He
felt her right arm slip between his body and the mattress and before he knew
it he was lying on top of her, with her legs draped over his and her arms
clutching him to her chest.

"You're mine now to do with what I want," she purred, "and there is absolutely
nothing you can do about it."

To emphasize her point, her python-like arms slowly began to tighten around
his body. He tried to push up off of her, but soon realized it was a futile
effort. Just before he began to panic over his inability to breathe, he felt
her arms relax, her point made.

"I missed this last night; by the time I got into bed you were already asleep.
As your punishment, this morning is going to be all about my pleasure."

Not waiting to be told he leaned in and began to kiss her lips and her neck.
He was about to slip down her body, to pay homage to her breasts, when her
legs tightened over his preventing any further movement. He felt her hand slip
between their bodies, grasp his throbbing cock, and place it at her entrance.
He felt both her hands grab his ass cheeks, and before he knew it he was
buried to the hilt within her. He was not a huge guy, an inch or two bigger
than average, but he was surprised that she took it in so easily.

"That feels sooo good," she moaned. "I had a very erotic dream last night; I
couldn't wait for this morning"

He began to move his hips, slowly thrusting in and out, until he felt one of
her legs pressing on his ass.

"No, don't move. I want to do this my way."

The next thing he knew she flipped them both over and he was on his back with
her body pressing him down into their soft mattress.

Ryan held his body still, buried deep within her, when he felt her begin to
contract her internal muscles around his erection. It felt as if a hidden pair
of hands was grasping his cock and manipulating it slowly along its entire
length. It was the most erotic feeling he had ever felt.

She sat back, her pelvis resting on Ryan's and looked down at him. "I've been
practicing this during my workouts. They're called Kegel exercises. Just keep
still."

Looking into her gorgeous eyes he couldn't believe how lucky he had been three
years ago when he had first met her.

* * * * * *

Ryan McGinnis grew up in New Jersey. He was a good student, but quiet; a
loner. Every summer during his high school years, he spent his vacation at his
grandfather's house in Phoenix, Arizona. His grandfather had married an
heiress to a small fortune; when she died she split her estate between her
husband, Ryan's mother, and a trust that was set up for him. His grandfather
was a freelance photographer. During his summers with Pop, Ryan became his
assistant and he taught him everything he knew about photography and his
business. Pop would take him on photo shoots all over the state that he loved.
He encouraged Ryan; helped him with his technique and showed him the
importance of composition and the difference between a good photo and a great
one. He made Ryan a good photographer, and Ryan looked forward to continuing
his education under Pop's tutelage.

Ryan graduated in the top ten of his class. His father wanted him to follow in
his footsteps; to go to Harvard, and then Harvard Law and finally, to join him
at his New York City law firm. They had a major falling-out, however, when
Ryan announced that he had no intention of going into law and that he was
heading out west to join his grandfather as his assistant. Ryan was able to
somewhat appease his father's angst when he agreed to attend Arizona State.

For the next four years Ryan received two educations: he graduated with a
degree in business management from Arizona State, and earned a master's degree
in photography from his grandfather. Unfortunately, Pop's health was beginning
to fail, and within six months of Ryan's graduation, his grandfather died,
leaving Ryan his studio and the balance of his estate.

Ryan tried to live in his grandfather's Historic District house, but the turn
of the century house held too many ghosts for him and he decided instead to
buy a condo in a high-rise building in downtown Phoenix. Because of a recent
downturn in the real estate market he got it at a great price. It was a corner
unit on the tenth floor with views of the White Tank Mountains to the west and
the South Mountains and Estrella Mountains to the south.

Ryan settled into what was for him an idyllic life. He was working at
something that he loved, with no financial pressures to succeed. Ryan was
selling landscape photos at a gallery in Old Town Scottsdale and freelancing
for several regional magazines. One day he received a call from a guy who was
planning on moving to L.A. to try to get into 'the business' as an action
hero. He wanted photos for his portfolio.

They arranged to meet at his gym at ten the following evening. Working alone,
he would have to get there early, lug any equipment he would need, and set up
before his client got there. Ryan got to the gym at nine and was allowed to
set up his equipment around one of the weight benches. Not knowing how big
this guy was, he loaded the bar with a forty pound, a twenty-five pound, a
ten, and a five-pound plate on each side of the bar; figuring that rather than
embarrass his client by having him have to remove weights, he would give him
the opportunity to add weight.

Ryan was setting up his shot, looking through the lens of his camera, when his
attention was drawn to movement in the adjoining room. The room was filled
with cardio equipment. A tall, athletic-looking blonde was working on an
elliptical machine; her well-defined arms moving in unison with her sculpted
legs and solid-looking glutes, got his full attention. Forgetting his shoot
for the moment, Ryan refocused his camera on that beautiful young woman,
capturing not only her profile, but her reflection in the mirror in front of
her. He took about ten shots before he realized that she was smiling at him.

Caught! Embarrassed, Ryan turned back to his shoot and was adjusting the
lighting, when he sensed someone standing behind him. Turning, he found
himself looking up at her smiling face. She was even more beautiful close up.
A towel was draped over her shoulders and her sports bra showed areas of
wetness. Ryan prepared himself for what he expected was going to be a
reprimand about an invasion of her privacy; instead she simply asked what he
was doing.

"I'm setting up a photo shoot for a client, who," glancing at his phone, "is
already ten minutes late."

"Do you mind if I use this bench for a few minutes while you wait for your
client? All of the other benches are being used."

Ryan was about to protest, thinking that she was going to remove some of the
plates thus ruining the symmetry of the setup, when she sat on the bench and
positioned herself under the bar.

"Do you want me to spot for you?"

"No, that won't be necessary; I can handle this weight."

A little taken aback over her response, he paused for a moment and then asked,
as he connected his camera to his lighting equipment.

"Then would you mind if I took a couple of shoots of you while you work out?"

"Haven't you already done that," she said with a smile and a wink.

Ryan steadied myself with a couple of deep breaths as she reached up and
grabbed the bar. As she first slowly lowered the bar to her chest and then
began to force it upwards, he nearly forgot to take the picture. Her deltoids
and triceps seemed to explode out of her arms, becoming solid balls of flesh,
much bigger than his own. Ryan moved slowly around the bench taking shot after
shot, not knowing how many reps that she would be able to do. When she reached
twelve she re-racked the bar, smiled and placed her hands behind her head and
flexed. At that very moment, he fell in love.

Ryan was brought out of his trance by his phone vibrating. As he answered the
call, she began her second set. It was his client, telling him he couldn't
make it tonight and would call him soon to reschedule. She continued her set
all the time he was talking.

"Don't bother; you've wasted enough of my time, find yourself another
photographer."

She must have noticed his angry expression, because after she finished her
second set she sat up and asked, "Is anything wrong?"

"The guy that I was supposed to meet here tonight just called and cancelled. I
just wasted two hours of my time on that guy."

"Look on the bright side; if he wasn't such a jerk, we never would have met.
By the way, my name is Laura, Laura Daniels, "she said extending her hand.
"I'm a part time instructor here. I not only teach aerobics, but also boxing,
kickboxing, and aerobic kickboxing ."

"I'm very pleased to meet you, Laura. My name is Ryan McGinnis. Do you mind if
I follow you through the rest of your workout and take some more pictures?"

"Sure, that would be fine with me. I was just getting ready to head over to
the training room. Follow me."

_________________

Ryan watched as she danced in front of and around a large padded dummy,
striking it with hard lefts and rights to the head and torso. Mixed in her
assault were vicious kicks to the body, spinning back-fists to the head, and
flying kicks, which he was amazed hadn't separated its head from its body.
Half way through her attack, he switched to a digital video recorder and took
about fifteen minutes of footage for his own enjoyment. By the time she was
finished Ryan was rock hard and totally exhausted.

Laura, bent over at the waist, sweating profusely, slowly regained her
composure and her breathing returned to normal. She looked into his eyes, and
then cast a glance down his body; the smile returned to her face as she began
to speak.

"I'm sorry; my workout isn't usually that violent. I guess I was just showing
off a bit, trying to make a good impression. I guess I succeeded."

Ryan's face must have turned a couple shades darker as he realized that she
knew how much he was turned on by her display of female power.

"I have to get my gear packed," he said as he abruptly turned and left the
room.

When she caught up to him, she said, "Ryan, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you
before; that was not my intent I assure you. Sometimes I just get a little
carried away with myself. It was actually very sweet of you. Guys are usually
intimidated by me. I've been doing this since I started high school; the boys
in my school didn't want anything to do with a girl who they knew could kick
the shit out of them if they got out of line. I'll be graduating from Arizona
State next month; a degree in physical education with a concentration in human
kinetics. I'm not sure what I want to do in the future - or if I'll even be
able to get a job at this point. So, for the time being I'll do what I'm doing
now and see what develops."

"Laura, I'm sure you'll find success in anything you choose to do in the
future." Reaching into his bag Ryan grabbed several of his business cards. He
handed two to her, along with a pen. "Give me your number; I'll let you know
when the photos are done. You can come down to my studio; if you see anything
you like I'll make up whatever you want."

____________________________

Three days later he was looking over her photos, which he had transferred to
his desk computer. After choosing a dozen of the best ones, Ryan did some
cropping to remove unwanted background clutter, but did not do anything to
enhance her images. He wanted her pictures to speak for themselves. They were
raw and she was a natural beauty.

Saving the dozen processed photos to their own file, he then looked up the
e-mail address of one of his friends from high school who, after graduating
from college, had gone to work for one of the leading advertising agencies on
Madison Avenue in New York City.

'Hi John,

Long time, long time. How's everything going? Hope all is well. I've attached
a dozen photos of a girl I met a couple of days ago. The photos are not
manipulated in anyway. I think she's got a natural beauty that could be used
by any company advertising fitness equipment, energy drinks, etc. She doesn't
know anything about this so you can't use any of the pictures. I just want
your professional opinion as to whether she has any potential. Hopefully, I'll
be seeing her in a couple of days; I'd like to give her what I hope will be
good news for her. I'm also hoping I can develop a personal relationship with
her as well. She's a little younger than us, she's just graduating from ASU
next month, but she's got a maturity beyond her years and I think I'm already
under her spell.

Hope to hear from you soon.

Ryan'

He attached the file and hit 'send' before he could change his mind.

An hour later, he received a reply. His hands were shaking as he opened the
e-mail.

'Ryan,

She's gorgeous; you lucky bastard. I've already shown her pictures to several
of my fellow account managers. One handles the print advertising for a major
sports clothing line and another thinks she would be perfect for his
manufacturer of exercise equipment. You've got to get her to allow us to
release these pictures. The fitness model segment of the business is really
hot right now. I can't guarantee her super model status, but I think she can
make a good living for at least the next ten years or so, until the next new
face comes along. Get back to me ASAP.

PS Move quick on the personal aspect of your relationship with her; get her
before she knows any better (LOL).

John'

________________________________

Two days later Ryan and Laura were sitting in front of his color monitor
reviewing all of her photos. He was a nervous wreck. What would she say when
he told her what he had done without her permission? Would she get up and walk
out of his life forever?

"Ryan, they're beautiful. Can I get copies of them all? I'd like to make a
portfolio in case I need one when I'm looking for a job or if I decide to try
my hand at being a personal trainer?"

Ryan took a deep breath and then just let the words come out. "Laura, when I
saw how beautiful you looked in these pictures I forwarded them to a friend of
mine who works in the advertising industry. He thinks you have a chance of
making a good living as a fitness model. He practically begged me to get you
to allow him to release these photos."

The silence that followed that statement was deafening as she slowly turned in
her chair and looked at him. As more time passed Ryan feared the worst.

"Oh my god, I love you!" she screamed as she practically dragged him out of
his chair and fell to the floor in a passionate bone-crushing embrace.

When she finally allowed him to breathe, he exclaimed. "Laura, nothing is for
certain yet; they just want to show your pictures to potential users. You're
going to need an agent to negotiate on your behalf."

"Can't you be my agent? I don't want to be involved with anyone I don't know
and trust."

"I don't know anything about being an agent. I don't have any idea what you
should be compensated for the use of your images."

"Can't your friend help you with that? I know that an agent takes a percentage
of your money. Even if you don't get me the absolute highest fees, I trust you
to not cheat me. Besides," she said in almost a whisper, "if you were my
boyfriend we could share one hundred percent of the money we earn. After all,
I'd want you to be my personal photographer as well."

The stars must have been in a perfect alignment, because within six months
Laura had signed eight contracts with various manufacturers and advertising
agencies. Her images appeared in ads selling everything from treadmills,
ellipticals, and various other types of exercise equipment, to sportswear and
running shoes, to motivational posters hanging in gyms across the country. You
couldn't pick up a fitness magazine without seeing at least one image of her.
And as improbable as it may seem she said yes when Ryan asked her to marry
him.

* * * * * *

Ryan was brought back to the present as she turned their still-coupled bodies
one hundred and eighty degrees so he was looking down into her gorgeous blue
eyes as she issued a softly spoken command.

"I've been experiencing small little tremors for the last half hour; now I
want the earth to quake."

Knowing exactly what his role was, Ryan began to give it to her in long hard
strokes, burying his over-stimulated cock repeatedly into her. 'It wouldn't be
long now,' he thought to himself as he closed his eyes, trying to concentrate
only on the task at hand. She must have realized that he was rapidly reaching
the point of no return because he suddenly felt two hard slaps on his ass as
she exclaimed:

"Don't you dare cum before me."

His eyes flew open and he quickened his pace.

"That's it; that's it; almost there... give it to me, you bastard!" she yelled
and then continued uttering small grunts in time to his movements.

Ryan continued until he thought his heart would explode, when suddenly the
grunting stopped. He felt her begin to tremble and shake and her arms
tightened around his body, pulling him tightly to her chest. Just as he was
beginning to panic because he couldn't breathe, Ryan felt her whole body go
limp and her arms slide off his back onto the mattress. He had just enough
energy to roll off her and onto his back. His last conscious thought was that
he still hadn't cum, and that he didn't care.

Ryan barely heard her alarm go off and sensed her getting out of bed. The next
thing he became aware of was her giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I'm going to
work now; thank you, that was fabulous. Love you."

Chapter 2: Who Are You?

Awareness came slowly. First was the pain in the left side of his face, then
the fact that he couldn't move his arms or get up from the chair he was in;
finally, the fact that he was completely naked.

Ryan began to struggle in a vain attempt to break his bonds. He tried to call
for help, but that too proved pointless; the large ball gag strapped into his
mouth allowed only a pitifully minuscule amount a sound to escape.

"Are you finished?"

The voice came from somewhere behind him.

He tried turning his head from side to side, attempting to discover who it was
that was responsible for the predicament that he found himself in.

The woman slowly walked out from behind him, grabbed one of the other
ladder-back kitchen chairs, and placed it directly in front of him. Instead of
sitting, she held the back of the chair and stood there visually examining his
body and admiring her handy work. She, too, was naked.

Ryan studied her face. There was something about her that was vaguely
familiar, but try as he might, recognition would not come. As his gaze moved
down to the rest of her body, he was sure that he had never met her before.
Her body appeared to be the result of a union between Arnold Schwarzenegger
and Gabi Garcia. She was tall; at least six feet two inches. Her broad
shoulders and arms were packed with well-defined muscles. Her breasts were
large, round hemispheres, sitting proudly on her massive chest. Ryan took a
quick glance between her legs just to be sure that she was a woman. Her thighs
were thickly muscled and so large that he doubted his belt would fit around
one of them.

"You aren't going to break those zip ties, so if I were you I wouldn't even
try. Let me fully explain the situation that you find yourself in. Your arms
are secured in such a way that the top of the back of the chair is between
your body and your arms. Each wrist has a zip tie secured around it and those
zip ties are held together by a third one. Each leg is secured to the outside
of the corresponding front leg of the chair as you can see. What you can't see
is that the zip tie is placed just below your knee and that your ankles are
tied together in a similar manner as your wrists. Basically, you are totally
immobilized and almost totally exposed. I own you!"

She slowly walked around him, seemingly taking stock in her captive, then she
spoke:

"You don't remember me, do you Ryan?"

All he could do was shake his head.

"That's okay. That's really not surprising since you all but ignored me for
all of our senior year. You just sat there with those three little creeps and
laughed at me. Still don't remember? I'm Ella, Ella Rogalski. I was in your
homeroom. We were in the home economics room with that little tease of a
teacher; you know, the one who always wore the tight sweaters over her perky
little tits. Back then, I didn't look like this. I had some muscles back then,
but I hadn't started to train seriously yet. And I hadn't learned to eat
properly. Now do you remember?"

He remembered her, all right. She was the big girl who sat on the other side
of the room, the one that always wore old baggy work clothes and work boots.
She was the one that his friends called 'Sasquatch'

Ryan tried to talk, to tell her, but all that came out of his mouth was a
series of unintelligible gibberish.

"If you promise not to yell for help, I'll remove the ball gag. If you give me
any trouble I promise you that I can and will silence you just like I did
before -- and this time I won't pull my punch."

He nodded emphatically.

Reaching around the back of his head, her massive tits just inches from his
face, she loosened the gag's strap and pulled the ball from his mouth.

"Thank you," he said, as he moved his jaw trying to get some feeling back and
the taste of the hard rubber ball out of his mouth.

"Remember your promise," she said. She now sat directly in front of him with
her right leg crossed over her left, her muscular calf resting just above her
knee, not unlike Sharon Stone in "Basic Instinct."

"I had such a crush on you back in those days. Not that I had any chance of
getting together with you. You were one of the "untouchables"; you were smart,
popular, cute, and from a rich family. You were college bound; everything came
easy for you. I, on the other hand, barely made 'C's; I was a loner, and not
by choice. I was too tall, too heavy, had a face only a mother could love, and
came from a blue-collar family. If I remember correctly, Roger and the rest of
those guys called me, the 'Polish Peasant,' 'a member of the East German track
team,' and my favorite: 'Sasquatch'.

"I never called you any of those names. In fact, I tried to get them to stop
it. I knew how much calling people names could hurt them. I was brought up
better than that."

"Then why did you always ignore me? All I could ever hope for was for us to be
friends. Instead you just ignored me and made me feel like I didn't matter,
didn't exist; that I was worthless."

"You don't understand," Ryan said in almost a whisper. "I was afraid of you."

"Afraid of me; you didn't even know me."

"That's where you're wrong. We had met before, although I'm sure you don't
remember. I didn't look like I did when I was a senior. We were both freshmen,
although I didn't know that you were at the time. The school term had just
begun. I was young for our class; I'd just turned fourteen at the time. And I
was small, probably about five feet three inches and less than a hundred
pounds soaking wet. To me the school was huge, and so were most of the kids in
it. Changing classes was a real challenge for me, especially when I was going
in the opposite direction than the guys from the football team were going.
They would get me between two of them, pick me up, and carry me back the way I
came: I was always the last kid to get to my next class.

"In order to avoid detention for constantly being late for class, I used to go
the long way around the school. I'd run down the hall past the library, past
the automotive and metal shops, turn down the hall along the side of the
auditorium, and then turn down the hall towards the music room. That last turn
is where we crashed into each other.

"I was running down that hallway, my arms full of books for my last few
classes of the day, and when I approached that blind turn I ran into what I
thought at the time was a stone wall. I bounced right off of you, my books
were scattered all over the floor, and I ended up sitting against the far
wall. When my eyes finally came into focus, you were towering over me. You
bent over, grabbed me by the front of my shirt, and lifted me clear off the
ground. You were screaming that you were going to kill me, and I believed that
you would have if the Vice Principal had not been coming out of his office at
the time.

"He had seen the whole thing. He told you to put me down, for me to pick up my
books, get to class, and not to run in the halls. You, he told to get into his
office. He didn't hear you whisper to me that if you ever saw me again that
you were going to be the last person I ever saw."

"I remember that! I almost got suspended that day. I probably would have if it
wasn't for the fact that my mother had just died less than two weeks before
and he felt sorry for me."

"I'm sorry about your Mom"

"Thanks, it was a long time ago."

"I managed to avoid you for almost three years. Even though I went through a
sudden growth spurt, growing five inches and gaining nearly thirty pounds, I
was still scared to death of you. You can imagine the shock and the sheer
terror I felt that first day of our senior year, when I saw you walk through
the door and sit at the table on the other side of the room."

"Wow. I had long since forgotten about that incident by that time. I had far
too many other fights and had made a lot more memorable visits with the Vice
Principal to worry about you."

For the next several minutes they sat in silence as they each scrutinized the
other. Ryan studied her face. At nearly thirty years of age, she had grown
into her face. Gone was the obviously Eastern European ancestral peasant look.
Her short blond hair was streaked with reddish highlights giving the illusion
of the aftermath of numerous head wounds. The more he studied her, the more
attractive she became. As his eyes traveled down, he surprised himself by not
immediately focusing on her breasts. He marveled instead at the development of
her trapezia and deltoids, the way they resembled a pair of football player's
shoulder pads. How, with each movement of her arm, her biceps and triceps
seemed to be trying to tear through the skin that covered them. By the time
his eyes finally made it down to her breasts he was already getting an
erection.

"I see you like my body. Go ahead, look; I don't mind. I'm proud of my body.
I've put a lot of hard work into looking like this. I've been seriously
training for the last five years, and before that I was doing very physical
work in my father's warehouse. You wouldn't know about stuff like that. You
were one of the rich kids; one of the ones that never had to work. You
probably never had a job until after college. I started working in the
warehouse of my father's wholesale produce distribution company when I was
fourteen, right after my mother died. It was a way for my father to keep an
eye on me; to keep me out of trouble.

"It was a small company, only four workers: my father, me, and two other dumb
Polacks. Every day after school I'd walk from the school, across town to our
building. That's why I dressed the way I did; there was no time to change. I'd
get to work by 3:30 and for the next five hours I moved produce that we had
received during the day around the warehouse, set up the deliveries for the
following day, and load the two EconoVans for the next morning.

"Because our business was small, all we could afford was an even smaller
office/ warehouse. The office was in the front of the building and had one
small room and the only bathroom in the place. The office was my father's
sanctuary where he took orders from our customers, placed purchase orders for
our daily produce needs, made collection calls, posted payments, and paid
bills. When that was done he could normally be found sitting behind his desk,
talking with a couple of his cronies, an open bottle of whisky sitting on his
desk.

"The warehouse was too small for a forklift, so I had to use a manual pallet
jack to shuffle the large crates of potatoes, cabbage, peppers, and other
produce around the limited floor space in the warehouse, so I could then pull
product to fill the orders for the next day's deliveries. It was common for me
to stack fifty-pound crates of assorted vegetables on to pallets and pull them
back to the garage door to be loaded at the end of the night, or to be staged
for the afternoon deliveries.

"The pickles were the worst. We'd get them in 50-gallon barrels and I'd have
to roll them to the back of the warehouse where there was a small floor drain.
Then I had to break them down into 5-gallon plastic buckets of 100 pickles
each, covered in brine. The buckets only weighed about 40 pounds each, but
they were awkward to carry without handles, especially when you had to carry
two.

"After 3 years of this, plus full-time during school breaks and summer
vacations, I was really strong. But because I hadn't learned yet to eat
properly, I was still overweight. Then, my father found out about the
distributive education program in our high school. That's when a student goes
to classes in the morning and to work in the afternoon, to learn a trade or to
prepare for a full time job after graduation.

"Somehow, my father was able to convince the school that he had an appropriate
job at his company and that I would be perfect for it. I think the school was
just happy to get rid of me for half a day. I wasn't happy. Now I was working
nine-hour weekdays plus all day Saturdays. I was loading the vans when they
came back in after their morning deliveries. Our two drivers would always find
other things to do or have their lunch while I had to get their vans loaded so
they could do their afternoon deliveries. After a while they realized that
they were getting done earlier in the day and thus getting less pay. My father
would check up on them either by phone or visits to their last few stops, so
they couldn't get away with dogging it. He was a really cheap bastard, my Dad.
He worked me hard because he didn't have to pay me much. He'd tell me not to
complain, that someday I'd be the boss and everything would belong to me.

"I was miserable my entire senior year. I was getting bullied by my father and
humiliated at school by guys like you four."

"What are you talking about? I told you, I never called you any names. In
fact, I tried to get them to stop."

"But they didn't, did they? You could have been nice to me; if you had, I
would have been very nice to you."

She uncrossed her legs, a la Sharon Stone, and stood in front of him. Ryan was
petrified. Here was a muscle bound goddess with an anger management issue,
flexing her biceps and rolling her shoulders as if getting ready to do some
serious damage to him; and he was absolutely powerless to stop her. Reaching
down, she took his cock into her hand and began to rub her breasts across his
face, first one way and then the other way. He couldn't stop it; that evil
organ began to respond to her manipulations, even though he knew she could
yank it clean off of his body if she were so inclined. Soon, she had it
standing tall, rock solid, pointing nearly straight up.

"I've waited over twelve years for this, I won't wait another second."

As she slowly straddled the chair he was bound in, she positioned his erection
between her lips and eased down until she had it all.

"Please don't, my wife will be back any minute."

"No, darling, she won't. She has classes until this afternoon. Your little
aerobics instructor won't be interrupting us any time soon. And if she does
for some reason come home early, I'll just have to take care of her as well."

"No! Please don't hurt her; I'll do anything you ask."

"I know you will, the choice is not yours. Oh, this is so good; so much better
than those three other idiots."

He looked up with a blank expression, even as she continued riding him like an
equestrian warming up before her turn during the Olympics.

"Oh, of course, you couldn't have known; I've saved you for last. In the past
year I've searched out and found the others. David was easy; he was living in
Jersey City and working on Wall Street. He was so stupid, he actually picked
me up at a bar around the corner from his apartment and brought me home. We
had a grand old time getting re-acquainted. Bill was a little harder to find.
He was playing sax in a jazz club on Bourbon Street in New Orleans. I was
waiting for him one morning when he finally staggered home as the sun was
coming up. He recognized me almost immediately. But for him, it was way too
late. I don't know if all sax players are as good with their mouths as he was;
all I know is that he had me trying to stuff his head into my pussy numerous
times that morning.

"And then there was Roger. It took me a long time to track him down, but I
finally found him in San Francisco. He was working in an LGBT nightclub and
seemed to be very popular. After spending a couple of very long evenings
fending off unwanted advances from both men and women, I followed him home. At
the door of his apartment I asked him if he wanted company for the night.
Before he could answer I forced my way in and incapacitated him. I assumed he
was a catcher rather than a pitcher, if you know what I mean, but he never
caught the likes of me before. I introduced him to 'Big Elmo'. When I finally
left him, he was still strapped to the bed and he and Big Elmo were locked in
a lover's embrace."

Ella's pace quickened as she bounced harder and harder in his lap.

'She's either going to break my legs or the legs of the chair,' he thought.
When suddenly, she threw her arms around his head, pulling him tightly into
the cleavage between her firm breasts and announced her cumming to the world.

Ryan didn't know how long she held him that way. Fortunately for him there was
just enough room for him to breathe through his mouth while she sat
statue-like astride him. The only detectable movements were her heavy
breathing and the slow rhythmic pulsing within her pussy which was trying to
milk whatever it could out of him.

"You didn't cum, did you? She must have worked you over pretty well before she
left this morning. That's okay, I like a man with staying power. It'll be all
the better later in the bedroom."

That said, she slowly got to her feet; his still rock-solid erection slid out
of her with a squishy plop. After several minutes of contemplation, she began
to speak.

"I'm going to have to knock you out again; we can either do this the easy way
or the hard way. It's entirely up to you."

"Please don't hit me again; I'll do whatever you say."

"A very smart choice," she said, as she reached around him to grab something
off the kitchen table. Pulling her hand back in front of his face, he saw that
she now held a small plastic spray bottle. The hand-printed label on the
bottle read 'Chloroform'.

"It's amazing what you can find on the Internet these days. This is a very
potent, but unstable, form of the chemical. It dissipates very quickly when
exposed to the air, but before that, when it's breathed in, it will almost
instantly render you unconscious for about 30 minutes. That will give me
plenty of time to do what I have to do."

Before he could change his mind, she gave two quick pulls on the bottle's
trigger. A fine mist settled on his face before he realized it and could stop
his breathing. His last conscious reflex was to jerk his head back. Ella
watched as his eyes slowly rolled up under his eyelids. He was out, she knew,
but she gave him one last hit before she put the bottle back in her gym bag.

Chapter 3: The Confrontation

Ryan slowly awoke from his dreamless sleep. He knew where he was, but
something was wrong. He was lying on his back on their bed, the rustic
four-post bed that had belonged to his grandfather. He was turned sideways in
the middle of the bed. His arms were secured to the right side posts. He had a
leather strap secured to each wrist, and around each post was a similar strap
just high enough that he could see it. There was a chain that ran between the
two straps. He tried to move his arms; there was very little slack in the
chain.

He could clearly see that his legs were similarly secured, only this time to
the tops of the left side posts. There was at least one pillow under his ass
which seemed to be right at the edge of the bed. To his further dismay, the
ball gag was once again secured in his mouth.

"I see you've finally woken up."

Ryan turned his head towards the sound of the Ella's voice. There she stood
leaning against the bedroom door frame. She was still naked , but now was
wearing a pair of black thong panties.

'No, not panties,' he thought as he looked closer. It was some sort of harness
and there was something long, thick, and black protruding from it.

The panic was instantaneous. Ryan started thrashing his body around in a vain
attempt to escape. He knew what it was, and he knew what it was used for.

"Ryan, relax, just accept it like a man. There's nothing you can do to stop
me. It's payback time; payback for all the times I had to sit in that dam
homeroom and watch you four guys whispering across the table to one another.
All the times I saw you all laughing and knowing you were laughing at me. Now
it will be my turn to laugh at you."

He tried to reason with her, to remind her that he wasn't the one calling her
names, but the words came out as a series of unintelligible sounds that
increased in pitch as she came closer to the bed. He squeezed his eyes shut,
as if, not seeing her would somehow ward off what he knew was coming, as she
reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the squeeze bottle of lube.

"Ryan, listen to me, this will hurt a lot more if you try to fight it; just
relax and soon the worst will be over."

When she saw his rosebud begin to open, she slowly forced her strap-on into
him. Just an inch at first, then two, and then she backed off a bit, and then
four; soon she had given him all she had. She almost laughed as she gazed down
at his face, his eyes still squeezed tightly shut, his face scrunched up in
anticipation of a great amount of pain. It was as if he was a small child,
getting a shot in the arm at the doctor's office.

"Open your eyes; the worst is over and I want to see into your soul as I fuck
you. The others were crying by now. All except Roger that is, but then I'm
sure he was used to it by then. There were pictures of him and his partner, a
big black stud, all over his apartment. Speaking of black studs, I forgot to
introduce you to 'Leroy,' all ten inches of him. Now it's time that you two
got better acquainted."

Ella began to move her hips back and forth slowly at first, pulling Leroy
almost completely out of him and then forcing him all the way back in. Again
and again she repeated the exercise, increasing her pace, slowly at first,
until she reached a comfortable rhythm. She watched with delight as Ryan's
cock began to respond to her onslaught.

Ryan was confused. He had expected a great deal of pain. His mind conjured up
the image of that guy in the movie "Deliverance," how he had "squealed like a
pig" when he was raped by the hillbilly. This wasn't what he had expected.
Sure it was uncomfortable at first; it was like taking a shit when you were
constipated, only in reverse. But now it wasn't bad at all, his body was
reacting the way it did when he was being dominated by his wife, his cock was
fully rigid and was beginning to ooze a clear slimy liquid.

She could see the confusion on his face and sensed that it was over his body's
response.

"That's the fluid from your prostate. Leroy is bumping into it, stimulating
the secretion of its fluid. Your erection, however, is from your mind, there
are no arousal transmitters in your ass. Either you enjoy getting fucked in
the ass or you're get aroused by being dominated by a strong woman. Probably
both."

She increased the intensity of movements. Soon the room was filled with the
sounds of the bed creaking and skin slapping skin. Ryan's breathing became
more rapid as he felt the first constrictions of his orgasm. Again and again
his cum shot out of his erection, up his body. The first one hit him in the
face, his humiliation complete.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself; now comes the finale. I'm going to have to
reposition you again. You have a choice, I can knock you out again or, if you
promise to be good I'll do it without the chloroform. Are you going to be
good?"

Ryan slowly nodded yes.

Ella loosened the Velcro strips that held the strap-on in place on her body.
But instead of pulling it out of him, she left it in place and refastened the
straps around Ryan's thighs and waist, trapping the still inserted strap-on in
place up his ass.

She walked around the bed, admiring her handiwork, and ended up behind him
where he could barely see her only by craning back his head. "You're really
going to like Leroy's next two tricks."

Ella reached down and, to Ryan's dismay the thing up his ass began to vibrate,
sending a steady stream of tremors throughout his rectum, cock, and balls.
After a minute or so Ella reached down again. Now Leroy came fully to life as
a shaft inside began to rotate like a crankshaft, periodically pushing against
his prostate, sending more intense vibrations into it.

"I put a brand new set of batteries in it before I got here, so it should run
for at least four or five hours before it dies. Remember your promise to be
good... or else."

Not wishing to find out what "or else" meant, he laid perfectly still as she
reached up to adjust the chain holding one of his ankles.

At that moment, Ryan heard the door to the apartment close and he began, as
best he could, to shout a warning to Laura.

In less than a minute, Laura stood at the door of the bedroom. "What are you
doing to my husband, you bitch?"

"Oh, look who has decided to join us!" Ella exclaimed from behind Ryan. Then
she said, "Do you want to get it on here or should we use the other room,
which appears to be your home gym and has a lot more room?"

Not replying, Laura backed out of the bedroom, out of Ryan's sight, as he
tried to tell her to run and call the police.

Ella came around the bed and walked toward the door. "This shouldn't take
long; I'll be back before you know it; then I'll finish you off just like I
did the others by crushing your skull between my thighs."

Moments later Ryan heard the gym room's door slam shut and the sounds of a
fight between the two Amazons began. As he struggled to free himself, he heard
muffled screams, pounding on walls and numerous shouts of expletives from both
his wife and Ella. After several minutes of fighting there was one final bang
on the common wall between the two rooms, and then nothing but silence.

Ryan dreaded who he thought would be coming through the bedroom doorway.

Much to his relief, Laura was the combatant who emerged from the gym and
entered the bedroom.

"That is one tough bitch. Who is she, the terminator with tits? I hit her with
everything but the kitchen sink and still she wouldn't stay down."

All this time, Ryan watched as Laura stood between his legs, seemingly
confused as to how she was going to release him from his bonds. The first
thing Ryan wanted her to do was take the ball gag out of his mouth, followed
closely by removing 'Leroy' from his ass. Instead she began to remove the
straps that held it in place. She hadn't quite finished however, when
suddenly, Ella appeared in the doorway, fully dressed.

Ryan spotted her first, his eyes as big as saucers. With the gag still in
place he could only mumble out his warning.

"Laura, everything OK? If so, I'll see you Monday in class."

"Everything's under control, Ella; I'll take it from here. Thanks for all your
help."

"Ryan, I hope there's no hard feelings between us. Maybe someday we can get
together again, as long as Laura says it's okay with her. Maybe even make it a
threesome. See you around."

Ryan was too stunned for words. He was so confused that he didn't notice Laura
had now re-fastened Leroy's straps around her body. Now, she was slowly
pouring some additional lube on his asshole and on the strap-on.

"I guess I owe you an explanation as to what this was all about. As you heard,
Ella is in my advanced combat classes. She's the toughest woman I have ever
fought. We've become best friends and usually get together for coffee after
class. Anyway, about six months ago I was home one afternoon and remembered
something I had done a search on for one of the people in one of my classes. I
could not find the website so I decided to look in the search history to see
if I could find it there. As I scrolled backwards in the search log I began to
find some very interesting sites that I knew I didn't do. Websites that had
stories of women beating up and dominating men; websites that featured videos
of men in bondage and women 'pegging' their men; and finally websites of very
muscular women posing for the camera while they wrestled a wimpy man."

Ryan knew exactly what she was talking about. He remembered that day that he
was home sick and used their home computer to view things that he normally
viewed only at his studio. It wasn't that he didn't love his wife; to the
contrary, he absolutely adored her. It was just that sometimes he got these
urges, these feelings, that he was too embarrassed to confide in her. He
didn't know how to put them into words, and if he ever did dare to confide in
her, he was afraid he would lose her forever.

"At first I was really mad at you; it felt like you were cheating on me. I
didn't know what to do. The next day after our class, I was sitting in the
diner with Ella. She could tell something was bothering me, so after some
prodding I finally told her what was wrong. What she told me really opened my
eyes to the situation. She said it could be one of two things. One was that
you were unhappy with our love life and that you were searching for something
or someone new; or two, that you weren't even aware why you felt the way you
did, and that it was your subconscious that was leading you this way; that you
had a suppressed urge to be dominated and abused, and that it was not all that
uncommon. When I asked her why she felt that way, she reminded me that she was
a bouncer at the Rainbow Lounge, an LGBT club in downtown Phoenix. She said
that she was always warding off unwanted advances from both men and women,
most of who wanted to be her submissive sex slave.

"When I asked her what I should do about it, she told me that it probably
wasn't a good idea to directly confront you about it. She told me to go home
and act as if nothing was wrong and that she would get back to me after our
next class. After the next class, instead of going for coffee, we went to a
bar for a drink. She reminded me that when she first started my class, that I
had told her about you. During the conversation she asked me where you were
from, when I told her you were from back East she questioned me further, what
city you were from and when you graduated. When I told her she broke out in a
fit of laughter, saying that she knew you in high school, and that, back then,
she had a huge crush on you; but that you never seemed interested in her.

"Anyway, she told me her plan, and after some back and forth tweaking just a
little, we came up with what you experienced today.

"Ryan, I hope you're not mad at me. I did this for you; to let you fulfill all
your fantasies all rolled up into one experience. I wanted to help you bring
those tendencies to the surface, so that you could confront them. And, if you
ultimately found them enjoyable, that you would be less likely to hide them
from me.

"And now I'd like to fulfill one of my fantasies -- as well as take my revenge
for your not telling me all about these fantasies of yours, and not trusting
in me and our love for each other."

Laura finished lubing up "Leroy" and, grabbing hold of Ryan's ankles, slowly
inserted the strap-on. It only took a few minutes for her to bring them both
to an earth-shaking climax. She knew that this was not going to be the last
time.

Epilog: The Start Of A New Venture

Over the next several months Ryan, Laura and Ella did get together numerous
times. Sometimes they experimented with threesomes, other times Ella and Ryan,
or Ryan and Laura, wrestled -- with the loser having to submit to the sexual
fantasy of the winner. They all became really close.

Laura's modeling career came to an abrupt end a little more than five years
after it started. It appeared that the next new face in fitness modeling had
shown up earlier than anticipated and her phone stopped ringing.

The three of them were out to dinner one weekend, when all three agreed that
they needed to get out of the rut that they were in. That they needed
something different to do, as well as something to generate some additional
income. They were all extremely wealthy by the standards of the day, Ryan from
his inheritance; Laura from her highly successful, albeit too short, career;
Ella from her inheriting her father's business upon his death and all of the
money that he had never spent, and from her many off-the-books sidelines at
the club.

It was Ella who came up with the idea.

"We should get into the porn business in one form or another. All three of us
enjoy all kinds of sex, Ryan, you're a wiz with a camera, and Laura, you have
looks that could give a dead man an erection. We just have to think of a new
angle and get on the Internet; that's where the real money is."

Laura chimed in, "Why don't we make videos for a web-based streaming porn
site."

Ryan added, "People would eventually get tired of seeing just us. We'd have to
get other content if we wanted to last more than a couple of months."

Ella again spoke: "I know what we could do. We could advertise that we make
porn videos for people who want to make their own porn film. We could supply
the studio, the equipment, additional actors if needed, and suggest stories.
There are plenty of people in this area who are really kinky: husbands and
wives, boyfriends and girlfriends, singles, couples, groups -- we could
fulfill their fantasies... for a substantial fee of course. There are plenty
of bored housewives in Scottsdale alone, who have more money than they know
what to do with."

"But Ella, would they allow us to post something like that on the web? And
what about prostitution laws, we'd have to be careful about keeping on this
side of the law," Ryan countered.

"I know a lawyer -- he's one of my, shall we say, clients. The guy is blacker
than the desert sky at night, hung like a stallion, and smart as a whip. He
became a part owner of The Rainbow Lounge instead of taking a fee for attorney
services. Now, he usually takes an equity position in any start-up company
that he's doing work for. How about I get together with him someday soon and
bounce the idea off of him."

"I know just the name for our new venture," Laura said. "How about 'The Other
End of the Rainbow.'

All agreed.

THE BEGINNING?

Depending on how "Revenge" is received, this story will be the first of an
occasional series involving Ella, Ryan, and Laura -- plus their new partner.
So, please tell me if you like the story and the premise.

Thanks for reading. I hoped you enjoyed it.

Submissive Romantic submissiveromantic@gmail.com