A/N: had a request for more Granny and obliged.
Ava and Nicholas made strange faces in her direction as they passed, giving her a wide berth, in the aisle. She clamped her hands over her mouth and stumbled just a bit farther. She tried to recover as quickly as possible. A few deep breaths and a few steps later she saw the display of batteries.
As much as it was torture, it was also fun and she wondered how much Regina was enjoying this little game. The thought was interrupted by another long electrifying pulse. It was too soon, and she was so sensitive. She just couldn't bear it, and she bit her lip to keep from screaming. Stars danced in her eyes as she reached the display of batteries, noticing that it was conspicuously empty. Little placards at the back of the hanging racks showed what batteries were supposed to be there, but the actual packs were missing. There were plenty of DD and C batteries, but the AA section was mysteriously wiped out.
Emma turned the rack to the other side and saw the last package of AAs hanging right there. Just as she went to grab them, more incessant and even strong vibration shot through her pussy and she paused, letting out a pained shriek and letting in a deep breath. Even as her body reacted, she imagined the payback she was going to dole out on Regina…as soon as she got back to the house with batteries.
When she regained her senses, she noticed the batteries were gone. Had she just imagined them? Then she looked up to see Granny looking very concerned and clutching onto the last pack of AAs.
"Emma?! Oh, my god, I think you're having a heart attack!" Granny grabbed her arm and tried to pull her to the floor of the store. She cupped her hand to her mouth and screamed, "Help! Help! Call 911. Sheriff down!"
"No, no…I'm fine," Emma frowned and crumpled to the floor as another orgasm started deep inside her. She went rigid, her eyes and mouth open wide. Granny took a handkerchief and mopped the sweat off of her forehead while holding her hand.
"You're not fine, you have all the symptoms. Trust me, I had a heart attack before and I know. The cold sweat, flushed cheeks, the unusual fatigue, and pain all over. You're gonna be okay, we will get you to the hospital. You are not gonna die today. Not today, no sir! You hear me God!?" Granny spoke urgently and passionately right in Emma's face, as a crowd of shoppers gathered around her.
"Oh, no, God no…Please, I appreciate the concern, but I am not having a heart attack…it's something else," Emma squeaked out between panting breaths and aftershocks as she clenched her thighs together and prayed that everyone would stop looking at her. She tried to shake her hand out of Granny's death hold to no avail.
"Don't fight it, Emma. You just need to relax and let it go," Granny murmured, now patting her back as she tried to sit up straighter on the cold tile floor.
Emma looked up to the see concerned faces of several people. The owner was on the cell with the hospital, and muffled the phone with one hand, while assuring everyone that the paramedics were on the way.
"Could I have a little space?" Emma practically whispered, squeezing her eyes shut and dying of embarrassment. She hoped that Regina was done with her erotic torture for a little while. She never intended to make such a public display and she was about to die not of a heart attack but from embarrassment. How was she going to explain this to the paramedics?
"Give her room, everyone back up a bit," Granny put a hand out to widen the circle of patrons around the fallen blonde. A few moments passed while people spoke in hushed tones all around her, and Granny continued to hold her hand. Emma wasn't sure what to do next, she was calm enough now that she could speak normally, but Granny wasn't going to let her go anywhere.
"Let's make a prayer circle, and have a moment of silence," the Blue fairy had just butted in. She wasn't even a real nun, but maybe she had picked up some spiritualism in Storybrooke.
"I don't think I need any medical attention. I'm feeling much, much better. I think I just cramped out for a minute," Emma tried meekly, knowing it was no use.
Blue indicated for everyone to hold hands, and make a circle. "Please let this dear child of God, our Savior and brave Sheriff, Emma Swan, be surrounded in light and love. And now let us have a moment of silence for our dear girl."
The silence was when Regina chose to blast her ass with another wave of heavy vibration. Emma twisted her hips to relieve the pressure. And to think she had been pleased with how tight those panties fit, but now she couldn't get away from the overly strong sensation in her most intimate regions. Plus, everyone could hear the buzzing.
"What's that sound?" Someone broke the silence to ask.
"Just my phone," Emma quickly covered, trying and failing to sound nonchalant. "Lots of Fff-facebook…notif..ications…uhhh, hng!"
"Why are your notifications coming from between your legs?" Granny asked looking down at Emma's clamped thighs and then over the rim of her glasses to meet her eyes as Granny's eyebrows shot up in question.
"Uh, just where I keep my phone, haha," Emma smiled, her cheeks felt so hot she thought her face was about to spontaneously combust unless her vagina did first. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she let out a little moan as another punctuated buzz hit her right in the pussy.
Granny had caught on to exactly what was going on, "Okay, I will see to Emma. Everyone can disperse. She's gonna be okay; nothing to see here, move it along people. Tell the paramedics they aren't needed."
She addressed Emma directly, "Really, you little hussy? How dare you go about worrying us half to death, when you are out in public just getting off like it's no big deal?"
Emma faked a cough to try and cover up her whimpering, "I just came for batteries. I didn't mean to upset anyone. "
"You think I don't know that Ruby's orders are in? The whole town came for batteries so they could go home and come in private. Well, Missy, looks like you already have batteries for the deluxe butterfly vibrating panties with 3 mile radius remote control, and 7 variable speeds."
Emma looked at her half surprised and half impressed.
"I ordered a pair too, makes baking pies at 5am a lot more fun, but still…you're not getting any of these batteries." Granny shook the pack she had in her hand in front of her face just to rub it in.
Emma stood up, feeling ashamed, her legs were jelly and she felt super lightheaded, "Ok, ok, you're right; we just got excited to try the stuff out. You can understand that, right? I didn't realize just how powerful it was going to be."
"Hmph, well, I suppose I am a little impressed. I would stay and berate you some more, but now that I have my batteries I must be getting home. Can't wait to the try out the Abraham Lincoln! It's long and tall and it's got a little top hat clit tickler. I should have been home 'Fourscore and seven orgasms ago'."
"Sorry, I do appreciate that if I ever do have a heart attack, you were very helpful," Emma said humbly, trying to smooth things over.
"Well, you remember the story of the boy who cried wolf, we certainly wouldn't want to see the story of the Sheriff who cried heart attack, but was actually having multiple orgasms in the middle of the general store. See if that one is in Henry's book," Granny put up her nose and started walking up to the counter. She turned back momentarily and winked, while Emma put her hands in her back pockets and stiffened her posture.
"Be sure to tell old Regina that she's got quite the timing."