Trolley Dash

Now she finally had a break from Chad and his increasingly demeaning demands, Courtney was able to try and figure out exactly what was going on here. There was no rational explanation for why she was obeying everything that asshole was asking her to do, including leaving him and his frat boy buddies to potentially trash her home while she went shopping for them. She was sure Chad was too dumb to be some kind of master hypnotist, so it wasn't likely to be that.

The only thing of note she could think of that was different to usual was the mysterious new ring she had been sent. The idea of it being in any way cursed seemed absurd but she did remember feeling a little odd when Chad made some crack about it to her and it was immediately after that she felt compelled to do whatever the jerk said. As she pulled up in the grocery store car park Courtney decided she may as well take the ring off and see if that made any difference but was surprised to find it wouldn't budge an inch. That really was unsettling since it was never a tight fit. She figured there may just be something to her ring theory, but she couldn't investigate right now since she had shopping to do.

And it was the most humiliating shopping experience of her life. Not only was she wearing her sexiest "fuck me" outfit in a totally inappropriate setting, but the contents of her trolley were plain for all to see, filled to the brim as it was with beer, party snacks, whipped cream and way too many condoms. She could feel everyone in the store, many of whom she was well acquainted with, judging her harshly as she dashed by them as quickly as she could.

When the cashier questioned if Courtney really needed that many contraceptives she had to insist that she did because she was going home to be gang banged as soon as she left the store. She then paid the extortionately high bill for Chad and his friends night of debauchery before loading the goods into her car and dutifully heading back to it.