Claims Girl
 
 
 

" How many times did I tell that fucken jerk not to put any shit in this area!", exclaimed Trudy to her own ears while looking down at five assembled bikes.

With sigh, the sexy blond, wearing a pair of blue jeans, a black T-shirt, and a pair of knee high black leather stiletto boots going up into the pants, bent down slightly and grabbed the first twenty inch boy's bike, pushing it down the stockroom walkway going along the edge of the storage bins. Finally, she placed the object in a narrow isle, went back to her claims area, and did the same with the four remaining bicycles.

The bikes out of her way, Trudy yelled through the stockroom toward the receiving door, " Hey Sharon..., come here a minute, will you?"

A few moments later, a short dark-haired girl approached, saying, " Yea, Trudy..., what's up?"

Blue eyed Trudy responded to the dark-eyed female with, " Did you see that asshole today yet?"

" You talking about Fred?"

" Who the fuck else?", said Trudy rhetorically toward the receiving girl.

" Yea..., I think he clocked in already...I'm sure I saw him this morning in the lounge."

" The lounge...that's about all the fuck's good for...sitting around."

" Want me to page him for you?", ask the twenty five year old brunette of the twenty year old blond.

" Yea, why not...tell him to get his ass over here...page him to defectives."

" All right."

Turning around, Sharon went back to her receiving desk, picked up the phone, dialed 50, and then said into the thing over the intercom, " Fred to defectives..., Fred to the claims area."

Afterward, she replaced the receiver and sat her nice denim covered ass into her seat, finishing up on some orders.

As Sharon worked away on her end of the stock room, Trudy, all the way on the other side in claims, also parked her butt and did some paper work as well.

Suddenly, from a door next to the defectives area, Fred approached, asking, " Did someone page me here?"

" What do you think...stupid?"

A little angry by her remark, Fred responded with, " Well..., I was just asking...that's all!"

Measuring off the seventeen year old high school senior, Trudy then inquired, " What did I tell you about putting things in front of my bins...you know I've got allot of work here...stop fucking with me."

" What...what are you talking about?"

" You know..., the bikes."

" I couldn't find any other placed to put 'em."

Her pretty ass out of the seat now, good looking Trudy turned and said to the teenager, " Follow me."

Going after her, he eyed her ass, asking, " Hey Trudy..., wanna go out tonight?"

" Ha..., what a laugh...I wouldn't touch a looser like you with a ten foot pole."

Since Fred was the kind of kid who didn't give a shit about much in life, he sarcastically responded with, " Whenever I see you...I end up with a ten foot pole."

Quickly, she snapped back, " Let's get one thing straight...!"

Before she could say another word, Fred looked down at his pants and remarked, " I think it's getting straight already."

" Damn...you fucken bastard, you know I'm gonna have a talk with the manager!"

" And what's he gonna do...fire me from my minimum wage shit job?"

" Ha, ha...very funny..., you just wait and se!"

When she got to where she just previously placed the bikes, Trudy said, " See...there's room here."

" But that's in my way...I've gotta walk down here all the time to get those fucken layaways."

" You can step over 'em or walk around...there's room."

" Why don't you step over 'em and walk around 'em back in your shitty claims area."

" Listen..., Fred, I mean it...I'm not funning around, I'll see to it that you're fired."

" Yea...?", ask the guy with a seedy grin.

" Yea!"

" If you get me fired...I'll rape the shit outta you."

" Ha, ha..., if you think I'm afraid of you...you've got another thing coming!"

Gently, Fred laid his hand on her shoulder and whispered, " The feelings I want from you go much deeper than fear." Going on, he added, " Come to think of it, I'd like to go deep right now...myself."

Taken back somewhat, Trudy nevertheless pushed him aside and stepped away, headed toward the receiving area. Angered, Trudy ran up to the phone on Sharon's desk and picked up the receiver, dialing the front office.

" What are you doing?", ask Sharon, looking a little surprised.

" I'm calling Mr. Wilson...I wanna talk about the asshole."

" He ain't here yet...it's too early..., we're the only one's in the building..., you know the store ain't gonna open for customers till nine...it's only seven fifteen."

" You mean Jill and Kim aren't in either?"

" Nope..., just you, me, and the creep."

After she put the phone back, Trudy thought for a second and said, " That bastard just touched me and said some nasty things."

" Like what?"

" You know...the same crap he said once before, remember a few months back?"

" Oh yea..., I remember."

" That's right..., I've gotta get him away from me."

As the two young ladies discussed things, Fred appeared from behind a fixture, saying, " So you two are talking about me?"

" Fuck you!", screamed Trudy in response.

Laughing, Fred said, " No..., I wanna fuck you!"

" Get away from me!", yelled the blond while Fred came closer, unzipping his fly.

" Oh no...I can't believe my eyes.", exclaimed Sharon, holding her hand to her mouth.

" Do something..., Sharon!"

In a panic, the brunette, looked around and then ran for the phone, wishing to dial an outside line for the operator."

Nevertheless, her efforts were thwarted when Fred raced over and ripped the receiver from her hand, throwing the thing across the room afterward.

Confused, the dark haired girl ran from the stock area out onto the lonely sales floor, her mind spinning. Standing upon the white tile, Sharon heard Trudy's scream as he began to over take her, " No, please..., get off of me...get away!"

Wishing to help her friend, Sharon's eyes searched all over the place, finally seeing the hardware department. With lighting speed, the jean clad female darted over and approached the right wall, seeing some new hammers hanging there. Quickly, she grabbed one and ran back to the receiving area. Not hesitating in the least, Sharon swung the object over her shoulder and struck Fred in the back as he tried desperately to get into Trudy's pants.

" Ahhhh...!", screamed the guy as he let the blond go and fall to his knees, reaching behind his frame, trying to ease the pain.

" Stay away from her...you piece of shit!", yelled Sharon, backing off a step, but still holding the hammer.

After she caught her breath, Sharon got herself together and said, " Thanks...Sharon..., I really owe you one."

" Ok..., but what are we gonna do with him?"

Her attention back on Fred now, Trudy gave him an evil stare and then kicked him in the face with her leather boot, causing him to role back and fall to his ass.

" You fucken creep, I oughta kill you!"

Despite his pain, Fred retaliated with, " Yea, I'm gonna get you..., you fucken whore!"

Again, she kicked him, this time in the side of his head."

" Damn..., you bitch, you just wait till this is all over!"

" Oh..., it's gonna be over...all right, faster than you think.", responded Trudy, smiling wickedly at him.

With all his strength, Fred managed to get back to his feet and began limping toward the receiving entrance leading out to the sales floor. However, before he could reach the door, Sharon again struck him in the back with the hammer, again causing the guy to slowly fall upon his knees.

Out of breath, Fred said, " Leave me alone..., get the fuck away from me..., you slut!"

" So now you know how it feels to be at another's mercy...; feels good, doesn't it?", mocked Trudy as she went up to him and kicked him in the butt.

After the impact, Fred fell over to his side. Down on the floor, he helplessly watched as Trudy circumnavigated his frame and stepped between his legs, this time giving him a good kick in the nuts.

" There..., how'd that feel..., motherfucker!"

" Please..., let me go!"

" Oh..., listen to this...now it's "please", how nice."

Going up to the young man, Sharon, wearing tennis shoes, gave him another whack with the hammer, hitting him upon his upper arm.

" So..., did you feel that?", ask Sharon, starting to get off on his pain.

" Let me go..., c'mon...I really didn't mean to rape anyone...it was only a joke, c'mon, please...!"

" You meant every bit of it...you fuck head, and you know it!"

" Please."

" I'm gonna give you what you gave me, bastard.", said Trudy with anger in her words.

Her hands on her hips and her weight shifted, sexy Trudy yelled down at the male, " Take all your clothes off...now!"

" C'mon..."

Looking at Sharon, Trudy only nodded her head when the brunette stepped again beside the guy and struck him with the hammer, hitting him square on the chest.

" You want us to beat you to death with that thing?"

" No, no...!", replied Fred to the blond's words.

" Good...then take it all off, or we'll kill you!"

Obviously, Fred had no choice, causing him to obey and remove his attire as he sat up and painfully took everything off. One by one, his clothes wound up beside him. Finished, the guy sat there naked, looking like a complete fool.

" Ha, ha...!", giggled Sharon, laughing at his vulnerability.

Seeing his dick, Trudy said, " So you said you get a ten foot pole when I'm around...well, let's see you do it."

" Trudy...I'm in pain...stop this shit."

" I said get it up..., let's go!"

" I can't, I can't!", whined the guy as his back and arms throbbed away.

" Perhaps he needs a little help..., wouldn't you say so?", ask Sharon, giving the blond a sarcastic glance.

" Yes..., yea, I think I can help him out."

Going out to the sale's floor, Trudy went to the same hardware department and grabbed some nylon rope, returning in a few seconds.

" What have you got there?", ask Sharon with a smile.

" Something to stretch this guy to his limit."

" No, no...please don't do what I think you're gonna do!"

" Shut the fuck up..., asshole!", screamed the girl in boots.

Squatting, Trudy opened the package and uncoiled three feet of the white stuff.

" No, no...!", yelled Fred, kicking his feet now.

Suddenly, the guy's foot struck Trudy in the knees, knocking the girl down upon her sexy ass.

" You fuck...you bastard...we'll show you..., right Sharon?"

" Right.", replied the brunette, going up to Fred and giving him a blow to the right temple with the deadly object.

Dazed the the impact, Fred fell over to this side as Trudy moved her hand to his cock, holding the rope as well.

" Ha, this'll be funny!", exclaimed the blond, tying the rope around his penis, making sure the knot was tight and secure.

" There..., that oughta do it." mentioned Trudy, standing up now and making a step back uncoiling more of the nylon stuff.

When she got rid of all the slack, Trudy continued to move away from him, pulling harder and harder.

" Ha, look at that, Trudy, you're really making it longer."

" Ahhhhhh...!", screamed Fred, still conscious, slowly recovering from his blow to the head. Going on, Fred yelled, " Trudy, please, please...!"

" Fuck you...go to hell!", replied Trudy, pulling away with more and more force, stretching his cock further and further.

When it was beyond eight inches, he let out a horrific scream, " Please, stop...!"

" I don't give a shit about you.", answered Trudy, pulling harder and harder.

" Ahhhhh...!", bellowed Fred, watching his cock go past the nine inch mark.

" You're gonna rip it off, Trudy.", said Sharon, just standing there.

" You bet I am."

However, Fred reached for the rope and yanked back, relieving the force on his prick.

" You fuck...!", screamed Trudy, " Sharon...teach him a lesson."

Going up to him, Sharon hit him on the head again with the hammer, this time lightly, saying, " You wanna have your skull bashed in?"

" No!"

" Then let go of the rope."

" No, no!" Begging further, he said, " Please...stop this!"

While he was pleading and talking with Sharon, his attention away from the rope and his dick, Trudy gave the white nylon a quick and forceful yank.

" Ahhhh...!", was all she heard from the guy as his penis came off, going with the rope.

" Ahhhhh...!", wailed Fred, watching blood flow from his crotch like an open spigot.

" There..., you mother fucker...you ain't gonna fuck anyone ever again!"

" Boy..., you really did it, Trudy."

" That's right..., I sure did."

In his agony, Fred roared, " You fucken whore..., I'm gonna see you in jail for the rest of your fucken life!"

" No you ain't, you fucken bastard..., cause you're gonna die..., you're gonna die!"

Turned on now by the sweet taste of revenge, Trudy once more went out to the sales floor and returned with a two foot long ax.

" Oh Trudy..., you ain't serious?", ask Sharon, having some concern in her voice, realizing now the full weight of what's happening.

" You're damn right I'm serious...we went this far with the fucken creep, let's do the rest and end his fucken life!"

Just standing there, Sharon watched as Trudy brought the thing over her shoulder and swung it downward toward Fred, striking the young man in his upper arm.

" Ahhhhh...!", went a loud cry from his mouth as the blade sliced his flesh down to the bone, cutting halfway through that as well.

Again, she raised the blade and brought it down, this time completely removing his arm.

" Trudy...that's sick...what are you doing?"

" What am I doing?", ask the blond rhetorically, " What the fuck does it look like I'm doing...I'm gonna take this mother fucker apart piece by piece...that's what!"

Frightened, yet also curious, Sharon watched as Trudy continued to strike the stock kid over and over with the ax, removing his other arms and his legs!

Once all his limbs were severed, Trudy exclaimed, " You're still alive, bastard..., you're still alive!"

Bleeding like never before, the guy nevertheless held on, hoping to somehow survive.

Intoxicated now with hate, Trudy dropped the ax to one side and stood straight, looking down at Fred, " So you really wanted me...did you...you fuck...well, here, have this!"

Stepping forward, Trudy stood over his face with one boot to each side of his head. Slowly, the blond unbuckled her belt and pulled her pants and panties down below her knees. Finished, the lady squatted and hovered her cunt an inch above his mouth, saying, " Here..., lick it, lick me!" Pressing her pussy to his lips, she again ordered, " Lick me!"

" In the state he's in...I'm not sure if he can understand you.", mentioned Sharon.

" Oh, he'll understand me.", replied Trudy, reaching into her T-shirt pocket and producing a ball point pen.

With the thing in her right hand, sick Trudy removed the cap and began pushing the pointed end of the pen into the open wound where his left arm used to be.

" Ahhhhh...!", screamed the guy in response while she pushed it in deeper and deeper, saying, " There...if you don't lick me now, I'm gonna fuck every one of your bloody spots with this damn thing..., now let's go!"

To her satisfaction, she felt his tongue begin to move, exploring her interior.

" Oh..., yea, yea, that feels good...!", yelled Trudy, getting off now.

In awe, Sharon simply watched and watched until Trudy had her climax, doing it all over Fred's face.

" Oh boy..., that was great...I didn't think I'd ever in my life be able to enjoy it with this creep...but like they say...you learn something new everyday, ha, ha...!"

Laughing away, Trudy said down to Fred, " So..., darling, want me to sit on your face?" Answering her own question, she said, " Sure..., why not?"

Her pants still down, good looking Trudy lowered herself until her shapely ass pressed down upon his nose and cheeks.

" There you go.", mumbled the blond, mocking him.

For five minutes, she sat there until finally getting up. Upon her feet now, Trudy raised her attire and stepped back, inspecting the immediate area and shaking her head. A smile on her face now, Trudy said over to Sharon, " We sure gave him one hell of a morning."

Concern and worry in her voice, Sharon ask, " What are we gonna do now?"

" Finish him off...that's what."

Looking toward the door, Trudy said to Sharon, " I'll be back in a second."

When she returned, the woman had a can of lawnmower gasoline in her hand. As she bent down and set it to the floor, Trudy mentioned, " Give me a hand her...will you?"

Going over, Sharon also bent over and both females took hold of Fred, pulling the mutilated guy over to the large receiving door, doing their best not to loose their grip.

Her breath a little faster now, Trudy said, "Let's open this door and pull him out to the back parking lot."

The huge door rolled upward, Trudy and Sharon dragged the guy out as he moaned away, still having some life in him.

After they laid him a safe distance from the structure, Trudy went back into the building and returned with the can, emptying it's contents upon the semiconscious man.

" There...you fuck, take this.", said vengeful Trudy as she reached into her jean pocket and produced a cigarette lighter. From her other pocket, she extracted a tissue and set it afire. Two seconds later, she tossed the thing over to Fred, setting him ablaze!

Like a fish out of water, his torso arched back and forth, twisting and turning. Over and over, he screamed away, making terrible noises, sounding like the depths of hell!

" Look at him, Sharon, just look at him..., burn, baby, burn!", yelled Trudy, really enjoying the sight.

Finally, he stopped moving as his corpse burned away, eventually becoming completely black.

When the fire went out, Trudy said, " Here...give me a hand."

Together, both girls raised the man and tossed him remains into the nearby dumpster. Going back into the building, they did the same with his arms and legs. After the rope together with his dick was discarded in a similar manner, the ladies threw away the gas can and mopped up the receiving area.

Done, Trudy said, " If anyone asks about the fuckhead, we know nothing..., right?"

Somewhat nervous, but also glad that Fred's gone, Sharon replied, " Ok..., I'm with you."

" Good, now let's get to work, at least I can now finish up all that shit back there without you know who getting in the way!"
 

The End
 
 
 

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