Chance By Alamsci alamsci@lycos.com A fictional story containing violent and sexual content I lazily opened my eyes to another beautiful Sunday. It's been a year and a half since my wife carried me across the threshold. From that time on I've honestly been pretty content. It would be unrealistic to say that there haven't been any ups and downs. At times after a severe beating I obviously feel down and physically broken, but I've grown to accept these episodes as a part of being married to a muscular and domineering woman. My eyes began to wander towards the left side of the bed, to the place where my keeper lay. I admiringly searched her well-muscled back for newly formed or defined muscles. I felt like caressing that solid tanned back, but did not want to disturb Jane. You know sometimes I wonder why she chose me. On the other hand, I wouldn't have had it any other way. I wanted to be with her from the first time I saw her in grade schools. She was strong, sturdy, outgoing and athletic. Inversely, I was chubby, flabby, and somewhat of a book worm. As the years sped by she became more involved in sports and eventually went to a military boarding school. I tried to take the athletic path so she would notice me, but I ended up as a soccer goalkeeper and was not very good at it either. She eventually noticed me in her second year of college, my third. It was a drunken meeting at a friend's party. Since then I tried to keep in touch, it worked for a while, but she eventually did not feel the need to. Nevertheless, I persistently kept trying, a better word may be pathetically, but I like to think of it as determination. Anyway, as I was about to begin my working life after college I felt that I really should end my hapless efforts and simply follow the words of the Count of Monte Cristo "Wait and Hope" I had done all I could and was beginning to feel hopeless and a bit ridiculous. So I decided that the ball was in her court anyway so all I could do was wait and hope. The drunken experience was not the only time I spoke with her, but generally our meetings were insignificant. We knew one another, but she obviously did not know how I truly felt about her and I was too much of a coward to speak up. One day and I am really not sure why, she decided to contact me. I definitely did not let this chance pass me by without at least revealing my true passion for her, so we eventually started dating, fell in love, and finally got married. I asked her why she chose me and she simply replied that she's always wanted to be with a guy that appreciated and understood her. She also felt she could be herself around me. The feeling was more than reciprocal then and now. Today was not really an ordinary Sunday at our house. Jane was having a couple folks over from the gym to discuss a few matters. Jane herself was the manager of the gym and the two people that were coming were the owners. Jane slowly began to stir. Her back muscles danced seductively as she turned. Now, instead of back muscles her thick neck, full breasts, thick arms, and her tender loving face stupefied me. Without saying a word she began caressing my arm with her hand. Then she brought me closer to her in a strong yet tender embrace. Her biceps felt hard and comforting around my soft sides. This was followed by a long passionate kiss. Next, she pushed my head downwards towards her breasts. I did not get a chance to fully enjoy their taste, but was guided towards her bush, where I lusciously began serving her. It was a rule that I ate her out frequently since I could not last as long as she wanted me to. Her juices eventually exploded with such force upon my face and I hurriedly tried to take in every drop. Then she sat on my chest and began pumping her biceps for me. She always said that it was so easy to get me going, a flick of the wrist was all it took. Within seconds I was hard. She slowly moved downwards and allowed my member to slip inside of her. Then she went to work for who knows how long. I was under her control and my release was her slave. Afterwards we cuddled in each other's arms, an activity which always made me feel safe and secure. "Mmm, you were great hon." She purred. I could only smile. "You know I really needed that because today is not gonna be fun, you know Heckla is bound to cause some problems today. She's never satisfied with anything." "Well, you've really got to stand up to her. I know she's your boss, but without you that gym would be nothing. Hey, what about Elisio, I never here you complaining about him." She laughed and then said, "Elisio has no say, Last week I saw them talking to some advertising agents at the gym. The first time he opened his mouth her elbow met it. She must've knocked out a few teeth. Anyway hon, enough of that why don't you go and make us some breakfast." The rest of the day past by uneventfully, just the two of us hanging out and having a good time and getting ready for dinner. The doorbell rang at about 7:00pm. It was Heckla and Elisio. Man did this woman look tough. She had huge biceps, must've been around 16 ½ inches. A thick neck, not just thick, but power lifter thick. She was an amateur power lifter with red hair and a freckled body. Her facial features were simply rough. She was a bit shorter than my brown haired wife, but looked thicker all around. Both women were wearing sleeveless shirts and it goes without saying that they were in charge. Elisio was a short scrawny young man, whom I barely noticed as he walked in. "Well, let's get down to business!" Heckla curtly said. All three of them sat down and I went to get refreshments. As I made my way back to the guest room Heckla turned towards me and said, "So this is the little sissy you married ha, Jane. You know I thought a woman like you would find a real man, not a little dough boy." Jane seemed a bit scared because she didn't say a word and just looked down. Elisio also looked scared and it seemed as if he was trying to tell me something. I didn't quite get it, but I understood the general idea, don't fuck with this lady. I walked towards Heckla to hand her, her orange juice, but as I was about to put it on the table, I tripped over Elisio's foot and ended up spilling the juice all over Heckla. She quickly got up roughly grabbed me by the throat and sunk her fist into my gut repeatedly. Then she slammed me against the wall and grabbed my member with her other hand. She was simultaneously squeezing my throat and balls. By this time I was in tears. I saw nothing, but felt pain like I never felt before. Then I suddenly felt what seemed like a sledgehammer, connect with my nose, in other words, her fist. I then felt my self-crumbling to the ground. I sat there for who knows how long, not knowing what to hold my bruised stomach, my broken nose or my swollen throat. I looked up at Heckla, but her back was facing me for some reason. I was glad that she was done with me, but then I slowly realized what was going on. My wife had actually pulled this mountain of a woman away from me and now the two of them were facing off. Heckla was suddenly knocked off of her feet as my wife swept them away. This was followed by a kick to Hekcla's gut. Heckla quickly got up blocked a right hook by Jane and then managed to land a right hook on my wife's jaw, which was followed by a knee to the midsection. Heckla then threw Jane on the ground and jumped on top of her. Both women rolled around on the ground for a bit, but to my displeasure, it was obvious that Heckla was in control and that she basically had my wife in a vice. She had her legs wrapped around Jane's midsection and she had one forearm under Jane's chin and the other arm was making its way down onto her head to form a sleeper hold. My wife looked like she was done for. She was helplessly flailing her arms. She eventually fell limp, but before she was about to pass out Heckla let her go. Heckla then stood up and looked at her prey. "Well, Mrs. Manager, your not that bad, pretty strong, but you've got a long ways to go before you can ever challenge me." This was followed by a menacing double bicep pose, which caused my wife to instinctively flinch. Heckla grabbed my wife by her hair and then body slammed her with awesome force. "All right Elisio let's get out of here. Jane you better come see me first thing tomorrow morning, bring the wimp to. I consider my workers like a family. Today was definitely a good experience for you two. Anyway, have a good night Mrs. Manager." I looked at my wife and noticed her helplessly looking at the ceiling. My physical pain was minuscule compared to my mental decapitation. I was at fault, if I had been a bit more careful my wife would not have gotten into this situation. I limply crawled over to her and began whimpering on her shoulder as she kept gazing at the ceiling and pondering our next step as a couple.