Patty gets revenge, as always

  It’s Wednesday and Kevin Tse and his friends stay behind after school, watching the quivering, sweating girl on the pedestal, strapped into the apparatus, smelling of conductance, her natural juices, and a coconut enema.  She looks like she’s suffering, and in a way she is.  She has been kept on the verge of orgasm for ten minutes while data is gathered.  Her breasts quiver, electrodes taped to her nipples, to her concave tummy, to her shoulder blades.  The dial in front, out of her reach, is at 3.

Sensing being watched, she squeezes her eyes shut and then opens them, glaring down at the leering boys.  “What -- the -- f**k -- are you looking at??  Go away!”

On a dare, Kevin twists the dial up to 8.  Then the clapping of sneakers on floor as he and his friends run away down the hall and out of the school.

“YOU -- F**KING BASTARDS!!  COME BACK!!  AHHHHHHH!!  AHHHHH!!”  Her sweating body jolts again and again as her eyes bug out to the ceiling.  It looks like she’s being electrocuted.

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Kevin’s plan to avoid Patty the next day worked up until now, when school let out.  As planned, he takes the side exit, hiding in a clutch of friends.  Patty, leaving by the front as always, spots him.  He hears the rapidly approaching thudding of the school’s only bare feet on the sidewalk and knows he is doomed.  She attracts the attention of everyone on Main Street as she flings her bookbag down and sprints the hundred yards, breasts jiggling violently side to side.  Her nipples are stiff like drawn guns; they always get hard when she gets angry (the phrase “Nipples of Doom” has been used).  Kevin struggles out of his own bookbag and tries to run, but nobody runs faster than Patty.  She pushes him down and starts kicking him in the groin.  Hard toes are deadly in such a place.  Her shouts echo against the building with each kick.  “YOU -- MADE -- ME -- COME -- TWENTY -- SIX -- TIMES!!”  She rolls him over with her foot and starts on his butt.  “DON’T -- YOU -- EVER -- EVER -- DO -- THAT -- AGAIN!!” Now her hard foot presses his face against the grass.  “DO -- YOU -- UNDERSTAND??”  They can’t hear his response but it must be a pitiful “I’m sorry.”  Nobody messes with Patty Kowalski.