Some knights wear leather

Vyki’s adrenaline was quickly running high trying to figure out what the plan was supposed to be here. Seeing the instability as the man’s eyes seemed to shake heavily, Vyki didn’t dare venture moving even as she felt the blade leave her throat only to sense the tip was running over the shoulder of her faux breast.

“See here now, pretty, I'm going to have my way with you,” the evil man sneered as a quick flick of his blade cause Vyki to abruptly jump as the shoulder strap of her dress fell in two from the sharp edge’s movement. “Easy way or the hard way… “

However, the putrid monologue was stopped as the screech of belted rubber dragging across the concrete to a quick halt caused the man’s face to dart to the side as Vyki’s could only move; his hand still holding her mouth firmly. Vyki could only watch as the driver side door slammed shut and she heard Molly’s voice ring out, “Pau... Vyki what the hell is going on!” Her heels clicking abruptly as she walked briskly around the car.

The man quickly moved the knife from one hand to the other as he held it out to her, “stay back, lady, this doesn’t concern you.”

Vyki’s lips finally free she asked the clarifying question that had eluded her earlier, “you don’t know him?”

Approaching the back of the vehicles, Molly firmly stated, “I have no idea who this ass hole is.”

“Stay back, bitch!” the man demanded waving his knife at the blonde lady as he pinned the red head against the van.

In that moment though, Vyki knew exactly took her own moment. Seeing the man’s spread legs in a stance around her own while leaning towards Molly, Vyki easily spotted his vulnerability. Shifting her weight to her left foot, Vyki swiftly moved her right knee up with as much **** as she could hoping to reach his chin. However, the man’s gonads took the immediate brunt of her **** momentarily lifting him off the ground before his toes landed again.

Instinctively, the man’s grip on the knife loosened as his mind failed to adjust for any balance while the pain racked his body. As the man crumbled into a fetal position before her, Vyki yelled out, “nobody calls my wife a ‘bitch’, ass hole,” before immediately kicking her pointed pump into his gut.

Seeing Molly waving her over, Vyki stepped over his legs, kicking the knife away under another parked car as her bags continued to sway from her elbows. The man managed to eke out, “nice honey buns, whore” as she walked away. Turning back, Vyki could see a wincing grin on the man’s red face.

As Vyki reached her, Molly removed the bags and told Vyki to get in the front seat, lock the door, and fix her dress. Vyki hadn’t notice her dress falling down exposing more of her breast but held it up as she got in the car as instructed. Molly opened the back of the car and tossed the purchases in. Looking at the contents, she could clearly see the tray wasn’t there. Looking around, she could see it in the open sliding door of the creep’s van.

Walking over between the cars, Molly could see the creep still groaning on the ground and the knife 10 ft from him. Swiftly moving past him stepping over his legs, Molly reached down to grab the plastic tray only to feel her greasy palm grab her ankle and pull it back. Looking back, she can see the ass hole still curled up on the ground but trying to pull her down while he grumbles, “fucking bitch,” with a groan.

Molly could feel her balance failing and put her hands on the floor of the van. With a solid base to push from, Molly proceeded in kicking her heel back at him wildly. The man’s grasp couldn’t maintain control of her foot and as he felt the heel stab into his stomach. Feeling like his intestines were stabbed, he moved his hands looking for a bloody pierced hole. However, he was briefly relieved to find there was no obvious external wound or bleeding.

The brief relief the creep had was quickly extinguished as Molly stood up and turned around facing the man as he examined his hands for indications of blood. Seeing his legs separated just enough, Molly raised her foot up and immediately slammed the heel with all her might into his groin. There was a nearly imperceptible squishing pop following her heel sliding down his crotch before her heel clicked on the pavement through his pants and the main gasped in pain.

Molly then immediately put the sole of her shoe on his groin and pushed the whimpering sod of flesh that was her partner’s assailant. Forcefully pressing her shoe over his shriveling flesh, Molly continued to twist her foot from side to side as she pulled up every bit of anger she had ever felt against any man who had wronged, assaulted, or hurt her or her friends as she spat at the quivering sole, “don’t you EVER attempt to harm or touch another woman, bitch. And the only time you ever touch another blade like that, it better be to cut off your ball sack, or I will personally rip of your puny <twist> little <twist> pre- <twist> pubescent <twist & press>. Understood, cunt?!?”

The poor excuse for a human could barely eke out a whimpering “yes” before Molly scraped her shoe along his crotch pressing her heel into his tant as he yelped out again. Molly forcefully said, “try it again, bitch. Do you understand ME??”

With a red face covered in tears & nearly immobilized he could nearly feel the blood pulsing in his pulverized ball sack, he managed to squeak out a “yes, Ma’am”.

“Good bitch,” Molly said pushing his groin hard enough to roll him over as she turned to grab her party tray and return to the back of her car. Looking in the passenger window she could see the shocked expression on Vyki’s face as she winked and rushed over to toss the contents and close the hatch.

Jumping into the driver's side, Molly dropped the car into gear and sped away her heart racing with adrenaline felt power through her foot into the accelerator as she seemed to become one with her powerful car. Meanwhile, Vyki could only try to strap in her seatbelt and grip the center console and door as she looked at fire & rage of the woman city next to her driving away from the parking lot like a bat out of hell.