Angela needed a new plan of attack. She’d been embarrassed at her Mother-n-law’s house, beat up and raped at a local gym. And to make it worse, Susan now had pictures of her with another man, holding them over her head as blackmail.
Angela wanted Susan alone. She wanted Krissy alone. And she wanted Missy alone. One on one she knew she could handle them,
all at once, she would be torn up again.
No plan came to mind. After weeks of recuperating, and thinking,
she was drawing blanks. Since the last
fight, Angela had made attempts to shop a new places, hoping not to run into
her in-laws. Supermarkets, different
malls. Places where they wouldn’t
go. So she was truly shocked to find
Krissy grocery shopping at the same store one night.
It was after 10PM, and the store had a
dozen customers inside. It was a large
store, but at that time of night, slow on traffic. Angela immediately turned the other way. But two aisles away, she realized that they
were practically alone. An idea flashed
through her mind.
Angela quickly scanned the 3 aisles on
either side of Krissy. Two women and an
old man. No one she knew, and no one to
help Krissy.
Angela stashed her half-full cart, and
pocketed her wallet. She always left her
purse locked in the SUV, only needing money, she carried the wallet.
Angela stood at the end of the aisle
Krissy was on, peeking around the edge of cereal boxes. She quickly deduced which aisle would be the
best for an attack.
Cereal and cookies? No, if they broke a lot of food, it would be
expensive.
Pasta and TexMex? No, too much glass and flour.
Frozen Foods? No, too many hard weapons in case Krissy got
loose.
Produce? It’ll have to do.
As her luck would have it, Krissy had
gone to produce yet, and Angela took that as a sign.
Two aisles later and 10 minutes, Krissy
wheeled her nearly full cart to the produce section and began feeling up
grapefruits.
Angela began her sneak attack. She slowly and cautiously walked up behind
Krissy, grabbing a single cucumber on her way.
With one quick move, Angela covered Krissy mouth with her left hand, and
shoved the vegetable as far up Krissy’s ass, through her baggy shorts, as
possible.
The squeal trying to escape her mouth
was muffled by Angela’s hand. Krissy’s
hands try to pull Angela’s off, but the ass distraction was taking affect. Angela dropped the cucumber and released
Krissy breath sucking mouth, only to use both hands to pound the back of
Krissy, forcing her to bend over, face first into the fruit section.
Angela used this free moment to ram her
knee up Krissy ass several times. Then,
grabbing two handfuls of hair, Angela slammed Krissy’s face into the
melons. Krissy became groggy and
lifeless. Her body went limp from the
attack and began slumping to the floor.
Once on the ground, Angela placed her foot across Krissy’s right
breasts, and twisted it around, bringing Krissy back to life.
“I just wanted you to see who kicked
your ass in produce tonight!”
“Angela, is that you? Please stop!”
Krissy begged.
“What’s going on here?” A female night manager asked coming into
produce.
“She my sister, and she’s
diabetic. I just gave her a treatment,”
Angela said helping Krissy to stand up by her cart, “she’s better now, we’ll
keep shopping.”
“Oh, okay. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate
to call.”
“We won’t, thanks.” Angela said as she leaned Krissy up, putting
her hands on the support handle.
Once the manager was gone, Angela
punched Krissy from behind, right in the kidney.
“Oomph.” Escaped Krissy’s mouth as the cart held her
up.
Angela walked behind her groggy
sister-n-law as the cart began to roll.
Angela’s right hand grabbed the back
rim of Krissy’s sweat shorts, keeping her close.
“Keep shopping Krissy, I’ll just help
you along when you need it.”
As the cart began to creep along,
Angela raised her knee into Krissy’s ass again.
“Not too slow now, they’ll think you’re
sick again.” Angela chuckled.
“I’m done, I don’t need anything
else.” Krissy whined.
“Oh no your not, you need………………some
meat! To the meat section.” Angela chided.
Angela pushed from behind as Krissy
pushed her cart into the meat department.
Angela quickly scanned the area, no one was in view.
“The sausages, let’s see what’s on
sale.”
“No!”
Krissy begged. “I know what
you’re going to do, no!”
“Oh,”
but Angela replied, “but I’m just getting started.”
Once near the link sausage Angela
surveyed for the proper size and length.
She picked out the biggest brautweurst she could find, and pushed the
still groggy Krissy onto the meat display.
Angela scanned the area again, then quickly pulled Krissy’s shorts
down. Krissy’s hands came back to
protest, but a whack on the head from the link and Krissy covered her head
again. Angela slowly slid the sausage
in where it wasn’t supposed to go. Krissy began to cry out, but a package of
patties shoved to her face, muffled those sounds. When the sausage reached a point of intense
pain, Krissy began flailing with all parts of her body, her feet, her hands,
even her hips began fighting. But al
this recklessness gave Angela more control over her. Angela pushed her further into the meat
counter, practically laying her inside.
Once in there, Angela rolled her onto her back and began punching Krissy
in the face and stomach. When Krissy
stopped fighting back, and tried to cover up, Angela ripped her shirt, tearing
it from her bra-less body.
Topless in the meat section, Krissy
began to cry for Angela to stop. Angela
stood over her defeated sister-n-law and informed her,
“Next time, I won’t stop, and I won’t
be so nice. I’m leaving here because
it’s a public place, and I don’t want to be seen with a topless bimbo.” Angela spat at Krissy and turned to leave.
But as Angela turned, pepper spray came
shooting into her eyes.
Angela screamed from the pain, and fell
to her knees. She couldn’t have seen the
blow to the back of her head, but she felt it for a split second, before she
fell into unconsciousness.
The night manager, Mona, was an old
high school friend of Krissy’s. She
didn’t recall Krissy being diabetic, and she knew Missy was her sister, but
this woman wasn’t Missy, so when she saw the taller woman she didn’t recognize
handling her old friend, she decided to check back up on them. When she returned, she saw Angela pushing
Krissy into the meat section and ripping her shirt. She pulled her spray out and waited for
Angela to turn.
When Angela woke up, she was very cold.
She felt the chill bumps on her arms
and legs. She saw them too, because she
wasn’t wearing any clothes. She couldn’t
move her hands either, she wasn’t sure where they were. Then she found them, tied above her head, on
a meat hook. Angela tried to shake the
cobwebs loose, then felt the sting in her eyes again and remembered the spray,
and Krissy.
Angela scanned the room, looking for
anyone, but found no one. Her feet were
on the floor, but she felt weak, sore in her stomach. She was able to see the wall and read the time
on the clock. 2:35AM!
She’d been out for at least 3
hours! She tried to turn, look for
something to free herself, but only knocked over a bowl behind her I the
process.
Moments later, Krissy and another woman
entered. Krissy had her ripped shirt on,
with the separated parts tied in a knot in front of her breasts. Beside her was a woman slightly taller, but
still shorted than Angela. She had red
hair, and a similar build to Krissy.
“Angela, I’d like you to meet
Mona. She’s the night manager here. And an old high school girlfriend of
mine.” She finished with a smile.
“Oh shit.” Angela mumbled.
“That’s right honey,” Mona chimed in, “and you’re deep in it.”
“Where are my clothes?” Angela changed the subject hoping to put off
what she feared was coming.
“There in the store trash compactor. You won’t be wearing them again.” Mona answered.
“Well, it’s getting late, let’s get
this over with.” Krissy said as she
removed her torn shirt.
Mona went behind Angela and put her in
a full nelson, cranking her face down towards the ground. Angela cried out from the pressure, but was
shut up by a slap to the face from Krissy.
A punch to her gut doubled her again.
Two more punches and she was wobbly.
Mona released the hold and yanked Angela’s head back up by the hair. With Angela back up, Krissy drover her foot
up into Angela’s unprotected crotch.
Mona followed her with a kick of her own. The two old friends, traded crotch kicks
until Angela nearly passed out from the pain.
With Angela nearly out, they removed
her hands from the meat hook, and dragged her to a cutting table. Mona removed her pants, as did Krissy, and
for the next twenty minutes, they took turns riding their pussy’s over Angela
mouth. Angela never passed out, but was
unable to strengthen a defense.
When both woman had satisfied
themselves, then stood to the side of the table, and pounded Angela breasts
like hamburger meat. They twisted and
rolled, pinched and scratched until Angela was back awake.
They rolled her off the table, into a
shopping cart. Mona opened her employee
shirt, pulled Angela’s head up by the hair, and smothered her with her breasts.
Once out, Angela was pushed out the back door, naked and asleep in the
middle of the night.
When she awoke, unbeknownst to her, it
was 5:30, and the trucks were pulling into the back lot. She climbed out of the cart as fast as her
aching body could, and ran to her SUV.
She used the hidden key she has, and sped home, promising to never shop
they’re again.
So much for her luck.