Vyki finds a new ‘friend’

Vyki was further surprised by Mistress as after Vyki lifted the last item out of the cart and placed it on the conveyor belt, Mistress pulled the cart back and slid a credit card in her low cut dress in front of her fake breast as Mistress said loud enough for everyone to hear, “I’m going to return the cart and pull the car around so you don’t have to walk as far out there. Do you think your pretty little head can handle standing in line and paying for these groceries, honey buns?”

Vyki was a little worried that Mistress was going to leave her alone, but as the vibrations increased again and seemed to drown out many thoughts other than the lust filled rush of finally getting to go home with Mistress she said, “yes, Dear,” in her pitched voice sounding breathy from her heightened state.

As Mistress walked off with the cart towards the entrance, Vyki turned around to stand in line. She thought she caught a sneer from the older lady in front of her, but the cashier just shook their head, so she figured it was just the old lady’s normal state. While she heard the register beep, Vyki was reminded of an old music-based cartoon and let her mind drift off as she waited for her groceries to reach the front of the belt.

At one particularly enjoyable scene, Vyki was comforted when she could feel Mistress’s palm return to her ass and giggled that she decided to come back anyway. The cashier was finally done validating the old lady’s personal check and the lady pushed her cart away mumbling something Vyki didn’t want to bother making out and took her spot in front of the pay terminal. Putting in their member code into the keypad terminal, Vyki could hardly hold back the giggle as she felt Mistress massaging her butt cheek. Reaching into her dress she pulled out her credit card and swiped it before returning it in front of her boob. Smiling at the cashier staring at her she happily said, “Hi!” as they mumbled a greeting while continuing to scan items periodically looking back at her.

Vyki was nearly mesmerized as the products flew by with a beep, beep, beep. However, her brain finally clicked in when she saw the cube of PBR beer cans get scanned across. Maintaining her happy smile, she was sure Mistress would be proud for catching it as she said, “excuse me, that beer isn’t ours.”

Vyki struggled to maintain her happy smile though as she heard a very foreign scruffy deep voice from just behind call out, “of course they’re ours, honey buns.” Vyki could feel the palm on her ass squeeze her butt cheek at the emphasis of Mistress’s pet name for her. “You know I’m out of my beer and cigs.” Vyki tries to hold back a **** as she can smell the tobacco laden breath waft past her. Turning behind her, she sees the rough looking owner of the voice in a leather jacket, overgrown mustache, and 5-day old ‘5 o’clock shadow’ over his unkempt face.

Vyki didn’t have much time to process if this was some total stranger or just a test from Mistress. However, as she felt the buzzing rev up even higher, she was sure this must be an indication from Mistress to go with the flow and responded, “of course, dear.” Trying to maintain her cover and decorum.

The man then pressed Vyki to the end of the counter by pushing her ass and started sliding the bags of purchased items over Vyki’s arms to her bent elbows as he held up her wrists. Vyki stood there trying to maintain her happy smile while he placed the party tray between her hands as he grabbed the receipt and cheap cigarettes into his pocket and picked up the box beer. “Let’s go, honey buns,” the man said as he brought his hand down to her ass with a smack and began pushing her forward.

Vyki struggled to keep up with the man’s pace as she carried the tray in front of her, bounced the bags against her hips, maintain her gait, tried to focus through the continuing vibrations between her thighs, and maintain her happy appearance all while continuing her sashaying gait. Vyki barely even registered they were exiting through the automatic doors until she felt the warm sunlight on her exposed legs. She briefly darted her eyes around to find their car, but the man continued pushing her forward, she was assuming to where Mistress was waiting for them.

As they got into the rows of cars, Vyki was finally able to articulate her question to the man that was burning in her mind, “um, where is Mistress at, sir?”

“Don’t worry, honey buns, we’ll be out with her shortly,” the man replied.

“I thought she was supposed to pick me up at the front?”

“Oh, ya, she was having some car problems and I helped her get it going and she asked me to come get you.”

“Oh,” Vyki said trying to rationalize everything, “is that what the beer and cigarettes were for? Repayment for helping?”

The guy kind of glanced down and responded, “uh, ya, exactly. Almost there, honey buns.”

“Oh, great,” Vyki replied proud of herself for grasping what was happening and happily clicked her rushed stride forward, grinning from ear to ear.

When the man suddenly guided her next to the white van, she was afraid she was about to drop the tray, but luckily the man grabbed it from her and tossed it into the side panel he swung open. “Oh, thank you, sir!”

“Uh, huh,” the man said, “get in,” pushing Vyki forward.

However, alarm bells quickly started going off in Vyki’s mind as this looked completely not what Mistress would have planned. As she struggled against the man, pushing her, she managed to swing herself around, but only managed to end up with her back against the opened door. Attempting to gather her fleeting wits as she leaned against the van, she didn’t register the man crowding in front of her, and she certainly didn’t see him pull out the large knife that he now held against her neck above her collar as he pressed his forearm against her shoulder with his hand firmly over her mouth.

Vyki’s eyes bugged wide as she felt the edge of the blade against her bare skin; his putrid breath spewing over her face as he whispered vehemently to her, “now, listen here, cunt.” He readjusted his arm and slammed her against the side of the van again as almost reaffirming his sincerity with the upcoming threat, “you can either get in the van bleeding or not. Whether you walk away when I’m done with your body or not is entirely up to you.”