Angela’s Revenge: Cleanup in Produce
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.
