EBBA THE NORSE WOMAN TOTALLY DESTROYS AN ABUSIVE HUSBAND
by Hamlet



"Wait in the car, Lucy. John the tough guy and I aren't finished yet" Ebba
said.

"Come along, little doggie" Ebba said as she again grabbed John's hair and
began to drag him toward the trees around the parking lot at Sainsbury's in
Grantham where he had boasted he was going to screw her 'til she couldn't
walk.'

John was bleeding like a butchered hog. Blood was pouring from his crushed
nose, his ballooning split lips, the cuts around his eyes, and the holes where
his broken teeth had previously been. There was also some darker red blood
that was coming up from injuries to his battered belly.

As she hauled him over there, Ebba reminded him of his comments. When they
reached the trees, Ebba pushed him over on his back. Gently removed her shorts
and panties, then she walked around behind John. She slid her thighs which
were twenty-three inches of pure steel around his head and began to squeeze.

"You sorry bastrad I ought to break your sorry neck." she said to John. John
thought she was going to kill him as the pressure mounted. The huge muscles in
her thighs stood out as she clamped down. He pawed at her thighs trying to
loosen them with no luck at all. Right before he passed out, Ebba released
him. She wanted him to awake for what she was going to do next.

His head had been pressed squarely into her crotch and his head rubbing
against her vagina was heating her up again sexually. Ebba moved in front of
him and pushed him flat on his back again. She sat squarely on his face.

"You better get your tongue to work, or I'll break every bone in your f---g
face!" she growled at him. John understood that he had no choice but to comply
the consequences of noncompliance were too frightening to think about. This
rocket sized blonde with the big muscles could kill him if she wanted to, he
could do nothing to stop her. So, he started to work with his tongue. Even
though the pain from his wrecked mouth was excruciating as he tried to submit
to her demand.

He was not experienced but he was eager to please and his enthusiasm derived
from fear, pain, and panic overcame his lack of experience. His tongue slid in
and out of her moist channel faster and faster. It slid over her engorged
clit. Ebba's breath was coming in ragged gasps as her orgasm neared. She
exploded in a long, screaming climax that seemed to go on for several minutes.
When she had finished and her breathing had returned to near normal, Ebba
said, "I have one more thing for you, tough guy,".

John could feel a warm stream of liquid running into his mouth as Ebba
urinated right into it. She was aiming at his mouth but some of it splashed
over his face. John was gagging but he had little choice but to swallow every
drop that she poured in her target. The urine burned his brutalized mouth and
cuts as it splashed over his face and into his mouth.

When Ebba had finished, she stood up as if nothing had happened, and put her

clothes back on. She looked down at John with her vaginal juices and urine now
mixed with the blood and mucous on his face.

"You have a couple of choices here, tough guy." she said. "One, I can continue
to

beat you 'til I'm tired of it which in your case would be a long time, or I
can hit you with one punch as hard as I can swing and knock you out. You
choose, a long, brutal beating that will turn your face hamburger and your
belly to mush or one last power punch which will probably do some more serious
damage to your face. Which will it be?" she asked.

John mumbled something through his broken teeth. "What was that? I couldn't
quite hear you." she said. Ebba leaned down.

"PPlease don't beat me anymore, PPlease end this. If you are going to knock me
out, then do it." John managed to croak through his wrecked teeth. Ebba
gathered his shirt in her hands and hauled the battered and bleeding wreck to
his feet.

"Since you asked me so nicely, that is exactly what I'll do." Ebba told John.
"If you ever come around Lucy, I'll come back and find you. What I'll do to
you then will make this seem like a picnic." she said to him. "Do you
understand me?" she asked.

John nodded his head. John could not think of anything she hadn't done to him,
that she could make worse, short of killing him. He could not see since his
eyes had now swollen completely shut. His nose was broken, his lips were blown
up like two balloons, his teeth were scattered all over the parking lot, and
he was sure he and some internal damage from the way his belly hurt. His head
still hurt from the pressure exerted by those killer legs that had nearly
broken his neck. His broken ribs made breathing a very painful activity. His
breath whistled through his broken nose.

She had even forced him to service her orally then pissed in his mouth which
to John was the most humiliating thing she could have done to him. How in hell
he had ever found himself into a mess like this was the question he was asking
himself.

The blonde had not looked capable of giving him this vicious beating that he
had received. Ebba had him up on his feet. He didn't think he could stand, but
she kept her grip on his shirt to steady him.

She could not resist driving her heavy fist into his belly one more time.

TTTHHHUUUDDD!!! Deep in his stomach her left fist buried. Blood and mucous
flew out of his mouth and what were left of his nose as a result of the
vicious blow. Ebba caught him before he fell. "God, I love the feel of my fist
sinking into his fat belly." she thought.

Ebba held John's bloodstained shirt in her left hand. She looked at the
battered, bloody wreck weaving in front of her. Just to think that only
several minutes ago this was an arrogant, cocky man was threatening to rape
her, sent a new wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Ebba reached out
with her right hand and tilted his jaw at just the angle she wanted.

"Don't you dare move!" she threatened him. John struggled to remain still just
where she had positioned him. Ebba cocked her right fist behind her. She
turned and looked at the hard ball of muscle swollen up on her arm as she held
her fist there for just a second.

Her head turned back to her target, and her fist accelerated through the air.

CCCRRRAAACCCKKK!!!! it exploded on John's jaw. Another spray of blood and
teeth flew through the air as the titanic punch landed. John flew backward
through the air, landed, bounced once and lay still.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Ebba looked down at the motionless, unconscious man. Both eyes were swollen
shut, his nose was a flattened mass of red tissue, and over half of his teeth
were scattered around the parking lot. His breathing was shallow, his broken
ribs causing shards of pain to shoot through his body each time he breathed
when he was conscious ever since Ebba's knee had broken them. Something was
probably busted or ruptured in his belly, as blood was coming up from there to
dribble out of the sides of his mouth.

He could now add broken jaw to his list of injuries when he came to. John was
in serious need of medical attention. All of this inflicted on him by the
innocent looking, attractive blonde standing over him. As she looked down at
the battered and broken man, she was ecstatic. She had deliberately handed out
a savage beating. She had used everything she could think of, feet, legs,
arms, and fists. She was still aroused, that was the state that smashing John
to a pulp had left her in. She had nearly had another orgasm as she delivered
that final monstrous knockout punch.

"That felt great! The way his jaw felt when it snapped under my fist was
indescribable. Knocking out assholes can become addicting. I think he's
learned his lesson. If not, I'll be glad to come back and do it to him again
until he has!". she said.

She walked slowly back to the parking lot. Lucy was just where Ebba had asked
her to be, sitting in the car. "I don't think he will cause you any more
trouble. He's probably going to be in the hospital for a while. You should go
ahead and file for your divorce now and move out of your house before he gets
out."

Ebba picked up her mobile phone and dialled 999 to call for medical assistance
for John.

"Thanks, I will." Lucy answered. "It is hard to believe that he was a nice,
sweet man at one time. He has really turned into a monster. How did you ever
manage to stand up to him, I have always been afraid of him."?

Ebba grinned at her and flexed her biceps. Lucy stared in amazement as the
mountain of muscle popped up on Ebba's arm.

As they drove away they could see a small crowd gathering in Sainsbury's
carpark around the bloody unconscious body of John, laying in the trees, and
they could hear the sirens as the paramedics came speeding into the parking
lot to take care of him.

"Might doesn't always make right." Ebba said. "But when you are right, it sure
helps to have a little muscle to back it up!

LET ME TAKE YOU HOME LINDA!"

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