Karen was filled with rage after she heard about the incident between Tommy and Chris.
“That little shit is going to pay” where the first words to leave her mouth after her best friend, Danielle, relayed the story to her.
It was common knowledge that Chris had a thing for Karen, and she often times thought it was cute to have an admirer like that. But this time, he had gone too far. And now, he is going to pay.
Tommy Robinson was one of the university’s star athletes, and so, when he asked Karen to go on a date, she was thrilled. After a year of flirting, he was finally starting to take a real interest in her. That was, until Chris ruined things.
After he had heard that Tommy and Karen were going on a date, Christ approached Tommy, his fists clenched. The confrontation lasted only a minute; after a few choice words, Chris punched him. Tommy, who was so scared of the “freak”, as everyone called him, ran away, without even fighting back. His last words were, “Fine! You can have that bitch!”
Chris’s infatuation had to be stopped. Or, rather, put to better use. And so, Karen came up with a plan.
“I have an idea,” she told Danielle.
“What?”
Karen smiled. There was not time to talk, no time to discuss this with anyone, even her best friend.
“Tell you what, I’ll call you later and tell you everything. But, I think you’ll like what I have planned. See you.”
And she ran off.
Karen caught up with Chris after his English class had dismissed.
“Chris?”
He turned and looked at her nervously.
“Karen?”
She smiled, and touched his arm, and adopted a sexy, flirtations tone.
“Hey, I heard what you did to Tommy. That was really brave of you.
He blushed. “Thanks.”
“Listen, I have track practice in a few minutes, but afterwards, do you want to go and get something to eat?”
He smiled, and said, so fast that she nearly missed it, “of course!”
“Great. I’m parked over by the student center. Meet me by my car in about 2 hours, okay?”
She gave a tiny wave and walked off.
As she expected, Chris was standing by her small car when she got out of track practice. She wore her short running shorts, a white practice tank-top, complete with the university’s logo, and white Nike running shoes.
She smiled and unlocked the car. “Hop in.”
As they pulled onto the highway, Chris asked, “Where are we going?”
“Oh, I though we would grab some fast-food and have us a little pic-nic. Sound good?”
“Sounds perfect.”
“Are you nervous”
“A little,” he admitted.
After they got their food from Burger King, Karen drove until the city’s buildings faded into the horizon, and they were surrounded by trees. There was a trail that branched off of the main road, leading behind the trees. If you were going too fast, it was easy to miss. But, Karen knew exactly where it was. She lost her virginity there.
She turned onto the trail and followed it for about a mile, until the trees cleared, and allowed her to steer her small car into the open clearing. She was sure they would have plenty of privacy here.
“Can you carry the food? I’ve got a blanket in the trunk; I’ll spread it across the ground.”
In a few minutes, the blanket was in place, and the food was still sitting in the paper bags on the side. Karen bent over the trunk, and retrieved something from within. It was small and black, and it looked to Chris like a camera. But he was wrong. In a split second, she turned and pressed something into his side. He felt electricity course throughout his body as he collapsed on the ground, paralyzed. In her hand, Karen held a taser.
His eyes were wide with shock, but hers were narrowed, a look of utter contempt upon her face. Dropping the taser back in the trunk, she kicked his body into position. He was now laying on his back, his legs out straight, and his arms at his side.
She stomped hard on his stomach, driving his breath away. She stepped up, one foot on his stomach, the other on his chest.
“You’re going to pay for scaring Tommy off” she said.
She walked forward, and placed her right foot across the front of his face, covering his nose.
“This is where you belong, and where you will stay from now on.”
She then moved all of her 130lbs. onto his face. His head felt crushed between her and the ground, and he was sure his skull was going to cave in at any moment. He could smell the grass and dirt that coated the bottom of her rubber sole; taste it, even, as his nose was crushed beneath her weight.
She was back on his chest a minute later, both feet together. The pressure was enormous, and it was hard to support her weight as he tried to draw breath. She smiled as she inspected the treadmarks on his face. She started bouncing, causing him to choke up, and draw his legs back up.
“Looks like the taser wore off,” she said, “but you’re not fighting back. I guess you do know your place, after all.”
She turned his head sideways with her foot, and stomped hard. He cried out, but made no attempt to stop her. So she stomped harder.
Harder.
Harder.
Harder.
Harder.
Still, he was not fighting back, so she jumped.
Both feet landed on his face, and he saw a flash of white light as his memory skipped. She smiled as she stood on her admirer’s head, her full weight pushing it into the ground. She new she had him.
Now and forever.
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