ANGELA THE NORSE WOMAN AND VALKYRIE  53 
by Hamlet
ANGELA  ENCOUNTERS TROUBLE ON HOLIDAY

Angela walked out of the Cock accompanied by Mr. Jones .One of the locals
shouted out in a broad Devon accent as they were going out the door.
 
'Oi Jones so you loik butch women do you!'
 
Another big fat yokel who was with a beard yelled out.
 
'You can have er and we'll have your daughter .We all know she's gagging
for it!'
 
Angela was getting more and more angry at this disgusting behaviour.
 
She walked up to the yokels and shouted at them.
 
'I might be staying here for a couple of days. You'd better start
changing your behaviour because I'm a Norse Woman and I don't put up with
shit from a bunch of low life shitkickers like you!'
 
The whole place went silent .They had never been spoken to like this
before by a woman.
 
Suddenly the fat woman behind the bar spoke up.
 
'You can't come ere speaking like that .Why dont you dress loik a lady?'
 
Angela grabbed her by the neck in Her leather gloved hands.
 
'Look here you big fat bag don't you ever dare address Me like that.
What's more don't you dare tell me how I should dress either. What's more
you address Me as Miss Spiteful you big fat cow!'
 
The woman began to scream with pain blubbering away. None of the yokels
moved in to help her.
 
'YES MISS SPITEFUL! .she bellowed
 
'Right does this shithole serve food at all?'
 
'Yes we do burgers and chips'
 
Suddenly Angela's leather gloved hand went crashing with full force
across her face
 
CRAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH!!1
 
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! 'she screamed blood flowing
out of her nose.
 
'You forgot the correct form of address!'
 
'YES MISS SPITEFUL! 'she screamed even louder.
 
She was determined to make her an example in front of the others whom She
wanted to deal with later.
 
'Right you shitkickers. I will return later to get something to
eat . You'd better clean yourselves up too .You'd better not get the
wrong side of Me as I'm tired and hungry. By the way I'm from Norseland
the greatest country on earth ,a place you hicks have probably never
heard of!'
 
They all stared at Her not knowing what to do. Still She could feel their
resentment and hostility to Her and that She would have to deal with them
all later!
 
 
 
She strode out into the night accompanied by Mr. Jones. One of the hicks
shouted out
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'We'll get you you foreign bitch!'
 
She turned to .
 
'worry I cant be bothered to do anything about them now. We'll go to your
place I need a shower I'll be coming back to this dump later to taste the
food .I bet it's as disgusting as the people!.
 
As they walked put together She decided to call Marsella.
 
'Hello Marsella it's me Angela!.
 
'Oh Angela I've really missed You so much. What'.s happened to you?'
 
'I've had an accident and am in a place called Muddington. I'm slightly
injured. I don't think I will  be able to get to Your place tonight.
Someone called Mr. Jones a garage owner has put me up for the night!'
 
'Would you like me to collect you Angela? I think I know where Muddington
is, it's near Tiverton'
 
'Don't worry I'll stay here. By the way I've had some trouble with some
hicks in the pub here but it was nothing I could not handle. I gave the
lady at the bar a good slapping  too .The other hicks are obviously
scared of Me!'
 
'I've had the same problems Angela .The whole county is very pretty but
it's full of hicks and shitkickers .In some ways it's worse than
London. I've given some of them a really good beating and no one causes
Me any trouble here in Okehampton.'
 
'They won't cause Me any here don't worry. I will see you tomorrow
Marsella'
 
 
Angela and Jones walked down the dark street together .Angela was not
used to the dark after London and it gave Her an eery feeling .As they
were walking along a car went past .It seemed to be full of youngsters
.Suddenly a beer can went spattering across the ground in front of them.
 
'That's for you and your butch friend Jones!'
 
He was obviously scared but Angela comforted .
 
'Don't take any notice Jones I'll sort them out 'She said.
 
They were soon inside his house which was very modest next to the garage 
His wife came  a small plump woman came outside
 
 
'So whose this then? 'she said in a rather surly fashion.
 
.She's  called Angela. She's Norselandic. Her bike is broken and She's
looking for somewhere to spend the night'
 
'All right but She can only stay one night .She can stay in the spare
room at the back'
 
She escorted Angela e to the back of the house to a tiny room that was
more like a shed
 
 'Here's a sleeping bag .We've got nothing for you to eat so you'll have
to go outside'
 
'I know its good of you to put Me up but I would appreciate being called
by my name which is Miss Angela .Also I would like to take a shower and I
need some ointment for My wound!'
 
'Yes certainly Miss Angela'  
 
She knew from Her manner and presence that She meant business and had to
be treated with respect.
 
Mrs. Jones did as She said bringing Her towels and a sleeping bag and
medicine .Angela undressed admiring Her muscular body that was even
bigger than before after all that bike riding She had done.She took a
long hot shower and then applied bandages and medicine to the graze on
Her leg.
 
She then changed into tight black leather trousers, calf length boots and
leather gloves. Around Her waist She carried Her cat o nine tails .She
wore a tight leather bra. She wanted to show off Her rippling muscles to
everyone and to look really powerful  .Except for Her bra and collar She
was naked at the top.
 
As She was dressing She could hear an argument take place in the living
room.
 
'Dad you know I was raped by them .Why don't you do something about it?'
 
'I just don't want to cause trouble  Jenny I'd like to do something but
there are no witnesses and the police won't do anything!'
 
So you think its allright for those thugs to do what they did to me?'
 
Angela decided to walk into the living room where the argument was taking
place.
 
Jenny turned round .She was a short sweet little girl with dark hair.
 
'Jenny this is Angela .She's from Norseland and is staying here tonight'
 
Jenny shook Her hand. She felt like a midget in the presence of this
muscular Norse Woman.
 
'Its very nice to meet you Angela'
 
'It's good to meet you too Jenny. My full name is Angela Spiteful but you
can call Me Miss Angela'
 
'Certainly Miss Angela'
 
'I heard you two arguing. I'd like to know what the argument was about'
 
Jenny hung her head in shame.
 
'Well Miss Angela I was raped by a bunch of guys .They're the ones that
hang out at the Cock'
 
'So what was done about it ?'demanded Angela
 
'Well they got way with it'
 
'The trouble is that three are no witnesses Miss Angela Also the local
policeman  Bill Wilde seems to be their friend' interjected Jones.
 
Angela walked right up to Jones.
 
.Look here Jones ,your daughter was raped and nothing was done about it
Well something should be done about it and I'm determined to get those at
all costs do you understand? I'm also determined to do something about
that corrupt police man . In My Nation we don't know what rape is. And
you'd better press charges or else!'
 
 
As She spoke she held Jones by the collar in Her leather gloved hand.
 
'Yes Miss Angela' he said in pain not daring to argue with Her
 
Jenny came running up to Her.
 
'Oh Miss Angela you're so big and strong I never knew any woman could be
as strong as  you .You  really have come to save me!'
 
As she spoke she put her head into Angela's  breast almost weeping.
 
'Don't worry Jenny .I'll sort them out and when I've gone back to
Norseland there's another Norse Woman Marsella who lives nearby who will
protect you'
 
She turned to Jones again
 
'You're going to do something or you'll get trouble from me Jones!'
 
After She had told Jones off, She walked off in the direction of the Cock
She was tired and angry with these bastards too. It was pitch black
outside She was not use to going anywhere without street lighting .This
was just the sort of place where rape was likely to take place!
 
She strode into the Cock. Inside it was like a scene from Hell as all the
local yokels were drunk out of their minds and screaming at each
other.Suddenly the place quietened down as She walked in .All the thugs
were sitting in a corner staring at this muscular Woman who was just
wearing leather trousers and a tight leather bra revealing all Her
muscles .They realised that they were so puny in comparison.
 
She walked up to the bar. A demure girl whose name was Lorraine was
serving.
 
'It's very rowdy in here' She said
 
.It certainly is As you can see only the elite come here' she said
sarcastically
 
'Don't worry. My name is is Angela Spiteful from Norseland  and I'm
determined to deal with these bastards!'
 
' I'll have a burger and chips. Also could you call me Miss Angela. I'm a
Norse Woman and I expect respect'
 
'Yes certainly Miss Angela.'
 
One of the thugs came up to Her
 
'Oi butch do you have a dress?'
 
'Not in you're size you bastard 'She replied making him feel so small.
 
She then walked up to the thugs. One of them a big fat  man with a beard
had a small man pinned up against the wall .She had heard him say.
 
'I'm going to splatter you all over this pub!'
 
'You'd better leave him alone you fat basterd !'said Angela walking right
up to him.
 
'Mind your own business you Norsi bitch!'
 
She was furious with She immediately put Her leather gloved hand down his
crotch .With the other she held him by the neck.
 
'Look here you ugly bastard don't you dare call me that! What's more I
think you're a rapist and the only way to deal with rapists is to rip it
off How does this feel?' She said as She continued to inflict Cock and
Ball Torture on him.
 
'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!NOOOOOOOO MORRRREE PPPLEASSE' he
yelled.
 
She let go and he fell flat in his face on the floor in front of the
other thugs.
 
She tuned to Lorraine the girl at the bar who was smiling at Her .She had
obviously been molested by these thugs too.
 
'Lorraine I'll have my burger and chips to take way. I don't want to
spend any more time in this shithole!'
 
'Certainly Miss Angela anything you say!'
 
She turned round to the thugs .
 
'Don't worry you bastards
 
I'LL BE BACK!'
 
TO BE CONTINUED
 
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