EBBA THE BRUNHILDA MEETS AN ABUSIVE HUSBAND 
by Hamlet



Ebba Sandersson was finishing putting her shopping in her car outside
Sainsburys in Grantham England, when she observed a man and woman walking
toward her. They were having avery lively conversation. They stopped at the
parking spot two cars

away from her.

The man was scolding the woman. "You stupid whore, why don't you pay attention
to what you are doing? If I wasn't here to keep an eye on what you are doing,
you would be duplicating everything we have in the kitchen already. And I
could tell, you were flirting with that man wearing the suit at the meat
counter. I ought to beat your sorry ass right here. "

"Please, John, I just lost my list and I couldn't remember what we needed. I'm
sorry. It won't happen again."

The man she had called John angrily opened the boot of their car, and the
woman started to put the groceries in the boot. She dropped a bag and it fell
with a loud crash. There had obviously been glass bottles in the bag, as
liquid started to flow out. Damnit, Lucy, you dropped my beer. Can't you do
anything right?"

Ebba was about to get in her car and drive away when the man slapped the
woman, hard across the face.

She staggered away from the shopping trolley and almost fell down. John then
drove his fist into her stomach. Lucy gagged and fell to her knees clutching
her stomach. John began slapping her across the face back and forth, backhand
and forehand. Lucy was crying and begging him to stop.

"Useless bitch, now I have to go back in there and buy more beer. You're not
good for anything, you're even a lousy for sex!" He kept slapping her face as
he told her what a loser she was.

Ebba had seen enough. She strode over to John and caught his hand.

"That's enough, mister!" she said. "Why don't you go buy your own stupid beer
and leave the lady alone. She's suffered enough you bastard!"

John looked at Ebba. "Why don't you mind your own business, blondie and go
back to your own country!" he said. "Butt out before you get the same thing
she's getting."

Ebba glared at John. She could see the woman, Lucy on the ground, crying. She
had a cut on her lip and her face was red and swollen.

Ebba instead of backing off moved even closer. "Why don't you try to do that
to me, tough guy?" she asked. "I'm just a woman, like her. You should have no
trouble beating me up too." she continued.

John raised his hand to slap Lucy again. He felt a strong grip on his arm as
Ebba reached out and grabbed it. John could not break her grip on his arm.

"Let me go, bitch, or I'll beat your ass, just like hers."

Without releasing his arm Ebba replied. "You might find I'm a little more
trouble than she is. Why don't you go and buy your own stinking beer and go
home?" Ebba had retained her grip on his arm.

Suddenly John swung his other arm, his left at Ebba's head. She managed to
duck out of the way but lost her grip on his arm also. John swung again, this
time with his right arm. Ebba grabbed it, and using his own momentum threw him
face first into the van parked next to his car. John's face smashed into the
bed of the van and he bounced back and fell.

"Big tough man trip and fall down?" Ebba asked in a most concerned voice. John
scrambled to his feet again and lunged at Ebba again. This time she took hold
of both of his arms, fell to her back and monkey flipped him over her head.
John sailed through the air and landed face first on the pavement. Now not
only was his face banged up, but he had scrapes and cuts on his knees and
elbows.

Ebba walked over to the woman and asked, "Does he beat you like that all the
time?" The woman's head drooped down, and she answered in nearly a whisper
"Yes!"

"Why do you stay with that bastatrd?" was the next question.

"I don't know." was the answer. "I really loved him at one time but not
anymore. He is so mean and abusive now."

"Why don't you leave him and go to one of the shelters for abused women? I
could take care of you as I am a fully qualified "Ebba asked.

"I think I will." Lucy responded. "He keeps saying he'll change but he never
does." Lucy was crying now. "It is so embarrassing to have black eyes, and
split lips and have friends ask what happened and to make up some excuse about
falling down or something equally ridiculous like that. He drinks a lot, and
he gets real belligerent when he gets drunk.".

John had risen to his feet and had heard the tail end of Lucy's remarks.

"You don't need to be telling strangers our problems, Lucy." John said. "Come
on, let's go home and forget about this. We don't need any interference from
this blonde foreign bimbo, anyhow."

"Stay away from me!" Lucy shouted as John reached for her arm to pull her up.

"Shut up you dumb bitch!" John spat at her. "I ought to break your jaw for
you, that's what I ought to do." He drew back his fist to hit her.

As he started to swing, once again his wrist was caught in an iron grip as
Ebba reached out and grabbed his arm.

"That's no way to treat a lady, much less your wife! "Ebba said to him as she
held firm to his wrist.

"Would you like to take her place, bimbo?" John said threateningly to Ebba. "I
sure would." Ebba answered. "I think you would find that I'm much more
difficult to beat up than Lucy!"

Ebba released his arm and stepped back. For the first time John took a closer
look at the woman he considered to be interfering with his life. She was very
tall, about 6'4" but she had a very compact and muscular body.

She was wearing leather shorts that showed off her spectacular legs, and a
halter top that pushed up her breasts and showed off her powerful arms and
shoulders. Her stomach, unlike John's rippled with hard muscle. John
knew from the way she had tossed him around the parking lot, that she knew
what she was doing. The blonde was right. She would not be as easy to beat up
as Lucy, but after all she was still a woman,

. "This might be fun, after all." John thought.

Little did he know he was about to have the most miserable, painful, and
humiliating afternoon of his life. Ebba had gone to the gym before she went to
the supermarket and her muscles still carried some of the pump from her
workout. As she calmly stood
there waiting for John to make his move, her powerful muscles danced and
flexed under her tanned skin.

John was getting more and more angry as he thought about this blonde bimbo
sticking her nose into his business. He was going to teach her a lesson.

"Listen up, bitch!" he said. "First I'm going to beat your ass for sticking
your nose in my business. Then I'm going to take you over under those trees
over there and screw you 'til you can't walk. That's what I'm going to do you
f---g foreigner do unless you get in your little shit car and get the hell out
of here!"

"You've got it all wrong, Johnny boy." Ebba answered.

" This is what's going to happen. I'm going to beat you until you beg me to
stop, then I'll beat you some more. Next you will apologize to your wife for
being such an asshole and idiot. After that I might play with you a bit. Then
if you ask me real nicely, I might put you out of your misery by knocking you
out. That's the way it's going to be!"

"I'll kill you, foreign whore!" John shouted and lunged for Ebba.

She ducked out of the way and as John went by her right foot driven by her
fantastic thigh muscles lashed out and kicked John in the kidney. The pain was
excruciating.

John clutched his back and screamed in agony.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

Ebba grabbed his shoulder and spun him around.

"THAT WAS JUST FOR STARTERS JOHNNY BOY"

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