Chances Misfortune

Talia awoke when Chance tossed her physically onto her stomach, forehead pressed into the mattress. His arm quickly found its way under her right shoulder and he grabbed a handful of hair on the back of her head. She was immobilized, most of Chance's weight bearing down on her. One of his knees was between her legs, soon joined by the other and forcing her legs apart. Talia knew what was going to happen. It was going to be unavoidable. Her husband was going to unleash his rage on her vagina again. Maybe Chance thought he was going to dry fuck her. It didn't matter, the sheer power of being manhandled by him in his rage caused her juices to flow so his cock slammed into her to the hilt in one thrust. When the tip of it smashed against her cervix and penetrated as it did the time she took his seed, she climaxed this time as well, her legs shaking and thrashing. Talia's pleasure erupted as a multisyllabic guttural moan. Chance was furious that she seemed to get such pleasure from being rage-fucked. He withdrew his still raging cock determined to hurt her like he had been unable to before. He took aim at her virgin anal canal and rammed his cock in again. Talia's body stiffened beneath him in pain as his shaft invaded. He could not get but half of his meat in before her bung hole locked him in place and squeezed so tight it was painful for Chance. Chance tried to retreat then, but he could not. The grip of her ass on his cock didn't relax, but Talia's panting moans of pain subsided after a minute and Chance felt the gush of her ejaculation against his thighs and her tight hole milking him as she stiffened under the weight of his cock bearing down on her on that one tender point.

"Get the hell out of my ass, you fuck stick! Damn, that hurts!"

Chance pulled again and his seed sprayed in her bowels and after his spasms, he rolled off her; his rapidly deflating dick came out with ease.

Talia crawled to the edge of the bed clinching her sphincter as tightly as possible to keep what she assumed would be a mixture of cum and shit from dribbling over her sex. After she managed to stand on wobbly legs, Talia gingerly walked to the bathroom to clean herself up. Not being a porn star and prior to this morning never having been sodomized before, she thought anal sex was degrading. She was disgusted because she orgasmed hard and squirted despite all the pain. After she finished cleaning up on the toilet, Talia leaned on the counter and surveyed all the damage and disarray of her face in the mirror. The puffiness in her check was almost gone. The purple around her blackened eye was a little less purple, darker though. It would be another day or two before the edges would start to turn slowly back to normal.

Talia turned the water on in the shower as hot as she could get it. Her hope was that it would last long enough to soothe her aching body and also wash up. She leaned against the shower head wall letting the steamy water sluice down the back of her head and onto her back; staying that way for 3 minutes before lathering up.

Talia walked from the bathroom to the closet and dressed in a knee-length skirt, peasant blouse, and sandal flats. Chance was still asleep in bed where he had passed out after raping her ass. It was Saturday morning and Talia didn't have any idea if he would be expected on the job over the weekend. Talia decided she could use a break from his rage for however long he might sleep, so she left him there and quietly closed the door on her way out. It would be useful she thought, now that she was his wife, to at least be able to find out more about him and his life. She hoped that soon he would not take his rage out on her; be more husband than tormentor; more father rather than sperm donor for their daughter.

As Talia walked to the kitchen she heard a knock at the door. She glanced out the side window and saw a truck at the curb with signage of a locksmith service then opened the door to look at the worker on the porch wearing a work shirt sporting the same logo as on the truck.

"Can I help you?"

He glanced at his clipboard, "I've got a work order here for a Chance Callahan?"

"That would be my husband, but he is sleeping in this morning. I would prefer not waking him just yet, and I don't know what he wanted done. Do you want to come back later? I can have him call you back."

"Ma'am, it's a real simple job, just re-keying the exterior doors. Doing it now would save me another 30 minute drive back out here. All I need is your old house key."

"Come on in while I go get my key then," as she stepped back and opened the door wider. "Do you need me to show you the doors?"

"That's in the work order Ma'am, my company has this address on file as a regular customer. This the first time I've seen you though, not that I'm out here all that often you see."

"Chance and I just married on Thursday. That's part of the reason Chance is sleeping in this morning."

"Oh! Oh well, congratulations Ma'am!"

Talia picked her purse up from the side of the entryway console table and set it on top, rummaged inside and drew out a keychain. Removing the house key from the ring, she handed it to the locksmith.

"Do you get a lot of calls for Saturday work?"

The locksmith accepted the house key and started working on rekeying the front door while he chattered, "We get a few, mostly emergencies, and part of the time it's for people that work full time jobs and can't get home during the day. Evening shift takes only emergency calls; people forgot their keys in their houses, or their cars. Once in a while a security guard calls. Those guys are sweating bullets when they call, especially if it's business property keys they forgot somewhere. I don't envy them. You would think that security guards might get training in lock picking skills. Oops, I probably shouldn't even be saying that. There, that's done," pulling out a temporary ring with 2 keys he tested the key in the front door before closing the door and turning toward Talia.

"Okay, now I'll get the garage door, and then the back door."

"Can I make a cup of coffee for you? I just bought a fresh bag yesterday at the store. I've also got some tea bags if you would prefer."

"That's okay Ma'am, I've got a thermos in the truck; no need to do that. Thanks anyway."

The locksmith walked past Talia toward the door between the kitchen and garage and started work on that door knob. Again he chatted while he worked and didn't seem to need much in the way of prompting while Talia made a cup of tea and started cooking bacon for breakfast. Then the locksmith moved to rekey the back door. After the back door was done, he said to Talia, "All done, Ma'am."

"What do we owe you?"

"That's already taken care of Ma'am. We've got a card on file back at HQ that will cover it, but I do need you to sign the work order and invoice that says the work was completed. Also, seeing as this is the first weekend you two are newlyweds, I'm going to throw in an extra pair of keys free. I just need to go back to the truck to copy the originals here, so I'll be right back in for the papers," at which point the locksmith went from the kitchen through the front door and out to the truck.

Talia signed the paperwork. While she waited for the locksmith to return she checked her cell phone. She found a text message waiting from her mother and sent a quick reply with the address for Chance's residence. She looked forward to seeing her mother again to tell her about what had happened while mama was in Europe. At the front door, she exchanged the signed paperwork for the extra keys with the locksmith, "Thank you sir. It was a pleasure doing business with you."

"The pleasure is all mine, Ma'am. Ya'll enjoy the rest of your honeymoon, okay?"

The extra keys went onto her keychain and the original pair she left for Chance on the kitchen counter along with the signed receipt before she continued cooking breakfast. She received a text message from her mother that she had arrived outside, and Talia hurried to the door to let Talia the Elder in.

"Hi, Mama!" Talia hugged her mother tightly for a minute.

"Dcéra, Babička is buried now."

"I don't understand why she wanted to be buried in Czechia, Mama."

"She grew up there dear. The only reason she immigrated was because of the Nazis."

"Come into the kitchen Mama, I've got breakfast cooking."

"This is a nice house dear. Does this mean you will no longer be living at home?"

"I'm still trying to work that out. I think I might need your help. Chance is so full of rage. His lawyer friend tricked me into marrying him, supposedly trying to protect him from consequences. I remembered that you said I would only be married once, so when he tried to have me sign annulment documents I refused. I thought that this marriage would be like other arranged marriages in our legacy. I knew my obligation to our legacy, and I didn't want to be the last Talia."

"That's true Dcéra. The Grand Dame Talia herself, the first of us was in a marriage that was arranged to broker peace between tribes, so you were probably wise to make that assumption. But you say this lawyer arranged your marriage? Come let me take a look at you."

Talia set down the container with eggs she was whisking and walked over to stand in front of her mother. The elder Talia brushed a lock of the younger's hair aside to look at her black eye before scanning the rest of her up and down. "You're pregnant aren't you Dcéra?" She pointed to Talia's black eye and queried, "Did your stud do this to you?"

"Aye, Mama. He wasn't too happy when I refused to concede to the annulment. He got drunk that night. I was getting him ready to take his seed and he hit me when I woke him up. I took his seed when he tried to punish me after that."

Talia went back to finish whisking the eggs for breakfast. "Then he tried to have the police arrest me for trespass after that. They arrested him instead." She stopped whisking and added, "That might be why he ass raped me this morning."

Elder Talia smirked and stated, "All you need to do is relax and take pleasure where you can find it."

"Hush Mama, what do you know?"

"I've been sodomized a few times dear. Like I said, you take pleasure where you can get it."

"Mama!"

"Dcéra darling, I'm a woman, I have physical needs. What was I supposed to do after your father left me and got himself killed? I found men. Some rough, some not."

"I never knew that Mama... I suppose the same will be true for me if I can't convince Chance to be a father. That's why I think I need your help. He doesn't seem to want to listen to me about our legacy. You sing the litany so much better than I," as she turned to the stove and started cooking the scrambled eggs. She thought for a few moments while she cooked, remembered the orgasm she had while Chance was sodomizing her. Maybe her mother was right, if it was necessary to keep a father for her daughter, perhaps she could get accustomed to being used that way.

When the scrambled eggs were done, she doled out equal portions between three plates and added slices of bacon to each. She set a plate and flatware in front of the elder Talia and then fetched the other two. Chance was standing in the doorway when she turned back around. She walked to the table and set one out for him at the head of the table before taking her seat opposite of her mother.

"Ah, there's your stud."

"Mama, his name is Chance. Chance, this is my Mama. If you don't want to hear it from me about the Sofka legacy, maybe you will listen to her. You have an opportunity to live long if you will be a decent father to our daughter. Otherwise if you set me aside, the rest of your life will be nasty, short, and brutish; much like my own father."

Chance glowered from the doorway, still unmoving, trying to think of anything to say that wouldn't sound like plaintive whining. As much scorn and rage as he heaped upon this woman, it was incredulous that she still insisted he was her husband. Even harder to believe was her persistence that she was pregnant with their child. He was on the verge of feeling defeated, but his anger at what amounted to being used by the woman steeled his resolve to be rid of her.

Talia said, "Sit down and eat. Mama and I will try to explain our legacy of 15 generations of Talia Sofka so that you will understand what that snake of a lawyer you call your friend got you mixed up in."

Despite the rumblings emanating from his belly in response to the smell of the eggs and bacon, Chance did not budge from the doorway to sit and eat. Instead, he squared his shoulders and in as commanding a voice as he could muster he said, "It doesn't matter what you have to say. You are not going to be my wife. You might as well leave. Frank is drawing up divorce paperwork. As soon as it is ready, you'll sign it if you know what is best." Even as he said it he thought it sounded like an empty threat at best, but he turned back to the bedroom and left without eating.

The two Talia's ate while Chance showered and dressed. A few minutes later, he left the house.

"What do you think Mama? He doesn't seem likely to listen to reason."

"Aye, Dcéra. He's a stubborn one he is, more so than your father... But look on the bright side, our legacy can use a fresh infusion of new genes. Consider that a blessing, yeah?"

"I know Mama. I just really wanted a husband that would love me though, you know?"

"He may yet, if he is a survivor. Just be ready for a rough time for a bit. Be patient."

"Okay Mama, I will try to be patient."

The elder Talia helped her daughter clear up the dishes from breakfast before giving the younger a hug and heading home.

After the house was empty, Talia laundered some clothes in preparation for opening up her Fortune Telling studio again on Monday.

Chance drove to a bar called Double Tap. It wasn't a bar that Chance liked to go, the staff and patrons always seemed to look down on him for some reason, but it's where Frank was when he called after leaving his house. He found Frank in a two-seater booth halfway through a steak and potato lunch special they offered. He ordered a Boilermaker and sat down across from Frank. He was in a foul mood, exacerbated by having woken up to find Talia's mother in the house as well. He had been in control of his life and everything was looking on the up and up until that day he had visited her studio to find out why she had sent that letter to him. Events had slowly turned worse and now everything seemed to be snowballing out of control.

"How soon can I evict her from my house Frank?"

Frank finished sawing a bite sized portion off the steak, "I'm sorry buddy, I didn't think she was the type to steal the ball and run a rogue play on us. Unfortunately, it would take a really friendly judge to allow you to do that before the divorce hearing. The divorce filing will be ready in a couple of hours though and I'll run it over then. If she signs off on it right away, you'll be able to toss her out as soon as you can get back home. You might want to find a place to stay for the night until I get back in touch with the outcome. You know since she's not been predictable so far."

"Great. Fucking witch."

"Listen Chance, I gotta get back to the office. Just forget about her for the rest of the day and let me see if I can get her out, okay?"

"Yeah. Whatever."

Frank dropped a handful of cash on the table and left. Chance's drink arrived, but he felt like half of the people in the bar were watching him and he suddenly wanted to go somewhere else. He took a gulp from the beer glass, dropped a ten dollar bill on the table and returned to his truck.

He turned the pickup truck out of the parking lot toward the opposite direction of his house and drove until he found a bar called Tiger Lily which advertised exotic dancers. He'd never been in the place before, but he figured a few naked women strutting around on the stage would help take his mind off the one woman that he wanted to forget; the one woman who had upended his life; the one woman he could ever recall not having wanted to fuck. So in the Tiger Lily, he found women he wanted to fuck. He found women to lap dance for him and make his dick hard; women who acted like they wanted to fuck. It was after dark when the bouncers told him to leave for getting too handsy with the lap dancers.

Three miles away from the bar, two police cruisers turned on their flashing lights and followed his truck until he pulled over into a parking lot.

"Son of a bitch," Talia wasn't responsible for the police pulling him over, but he sure as hell was going to blame her. One of the patrol officers walked up to the driver side window after sitting in the patrol vehicle for a minute to presumably run a license check on his vehicle tag. The other walked around on the passenger side of his pickup truck shining a light in all different directions like they were searching for something to penalize him.

Chance continued to curse Talia under his breath as the officer slow walked up to the window.

"License and registration," was all that was said. Demanded really, because Chance didn't think there was an option to refuse. The light on the passenger side flashed through the window into his face making it difficult for Chance to see to search for his registration.

"Lookie here Brooks! It's Bully Boy."

It dawned on Chance where he had last heard their voices, and it wasn't but a couple of days ago.

"Hey, Bully Boy, you on your way home to beat on the wife again?"

"That fucking whore put you up to this didn't she?"

"Sir, please step out of the vehicle. It smells like a brewery in there. I'm going to administer a field sobriety test. Do you understand?"

It was Brooks and Garcia that had pulled him over. The same two that had perp walked him from his own house. To Chance, it seemed as if they were taunting him, goading him into being combative. This too he would blame Talia for.