Tommy's Retribution

[Blondie]

Please ignore. Originally this was Chapter 20. In an effort to arrange the chapters in order after a glitch on the site, I attempted to delete this entirely, but that option was not available.

[Blondie]

Please ignore. Originally this was Chapter 21. In an effort to arrange the chapters in order after a glitch on the site, I attempted to delete this entirely, but that option was not available.

[Ribg]

Just finished binge reading Debasement and Retribution over the past 3 days and this was just fantastic. I like enm and enf but definitely prefer enf more but the setup with the enm just made Retribution so much better. I'd say Sally's punishment in the class, Karens in the football game and Carlene's in the airport where the best overall all really struck a good length, interesting ideas from Tommy and just overall really fantastic, the ending party was also really good but I mean more from a one-off standpoint. Just about the only thing I dislike about the story is that it I read it all and have no more to read lol

Do you have a page with your other stories? I've started reading the other stories you posted on the enf and enm boards but was wondering if I'm missing any that are only on old/other sites?

[Blondie]

Just finished binge reading Debasement and Retribution over the past 3 days and this was just fantastic. I like enm and enf but definitely prefer enf more but the setup with the enm just made Retribution so much better. I'd say Sally's punishment in the class, Karens in the football game and Carlene's in the airport where the best overall all really struck a good length, interesting ideas from Tommy and just overall really fantastic, the ending party was also really good but I mean more from a one-off standpoint. Just about the only thing I dislike about the story is that it I read it all and have no more to read lol

Do you have a page with your other stories? I've started reading the other stories you posted on the enf and enm boards but was wondering if I'm missing any that are only on old/other sites?

I'm glad you enjoyed the stories, Ribg, and especially the three chapters of Retribution that you singled out. Those might be the three that I enjoyed writing the most, with a slight edge to Carlene unwittingly getting her friend off as she related her airport misadventures.

Unfortunately, I don't have a page anywhere of my stories; they were wiped out when BooksieSilk shut down. I am gradually getting them up here, though. I have a about five or six more after I finish posting "Roosevelt Humiliations."

Thank you for the nice comments; I really appreciate it.

[Blondie]

Chapter 12: Tormented Teachers on the Bus

It had been almost four years since Tommy’s humiliation at the hands of Sister Ruth, Miss Richards, and a few select students. Nearly everyone involved had already received their dose of poetic justice, save for the two ringleaders.

Tommy hadn’t rushed things. In a sense, he was enjoying just the anticipation of avenging the two ladies. He did have a master plan involving all his tormentors, one that would take place on the coming Friday.

Tommy had planned on visiting the two teachers a couple of days before then, but it was sheer happenstance that brought them together sooner. He was walking down the sidewalk on the main downtown drag when, lo and behold, he spotted the two ladies together in the distance, heading in his direction. His heartbeat quickened as he contemplated his first move.

Sister Ruth and Miss Richards had become very good friends since their collaboration on Tommy’s debasement a few years before. They considered each other soulmates, as they both had a bent toward enforced humiliation. Though the opportunity hadn’t arisen to indulge that side of themselves again, they never tired of reminiscing about it.

At first they didn’t recognize the 17-year-old young man who accosted them as they were heading for the bus stop.

“Hello, ladies,” said Tommy smoothly. “Fancy meeting you here. Surely you remember me—of course, maybe if I took my clothes off and catered to your perverted whims, it would jar your memory.”

For a split second, confusion flickered across their faces. Then, realization hit.

They looked at each other and smiled. They were unaware of Tommy’s time-stop and telekinetic powers that he had developed, and in no way felt threatened by this chance meeting.

“Well, well,” Sister Ruth said, smirking. “Long time, no see, Tommy. How’ve you been?”

“Oh, better than you can imagine, no thanks to the two of you," he replied.

Miss Richards, recognizing the malignant attitude Tommy had towards them, tried a diplomatic tack. “Tommy, I hope you understand that the method of discipline Sister Ruth and I used on you was for your own good. Being subjected to the humiliation you experienced was the best way to make an impression on you and teach you an important lesson.”

“Oh, don’t worry, you left an impression. I remember it like it was yesterday. I haven’t forgiven you for it, but I’m feeling generous, and I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourselves. I’m throwing a party this Friday at the rec center, and I’m in need of some pretty ladies to help me out by serving cocktails and hors d’oeuvres, and maybe even providing some form of entertainment. If you two would be so kind as to help me out with this, it’ll go a long way toward helping your cause.”

The women looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Miss Richards waved a hand dismissively. “I think you’ve gotten a little funny in the head, Tommy. Now toddle along, before we take down your trousers and give you a public spanking right here on the sidewalk.”

They giggled again and breezed past him, heading for the nearby bus stop.

“Last chance,” Tommy called after them. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

The ladies didn’t even turn around.

“The nerve of that boy,” Sister Ruth huffed. “We should’ve kept him naked all semester. Maybe then he would have learned some manners.”

Once more the ladies chuckled among themselves, but it would be their last moment of joviality for a very long time.

* * * * *

Tommy trailed them to the bus stop, and when their ride arrived, he casually boarded behind them. The bus was crowded, forcing the women to sit apart—one behind the other, both in aisle seats with their backs to each other. They noticed Tommy take a seat just across the aisle from them. They were mildly irritated to see that the young man was still hanging around.

That mild irritation would soon turn into wide-eyed panic.

Tommy let the bus depart, and then he acted quickly. He stopped time and immediately began undressing the two ladies. Sister Ruth was wearing her habit, and it was simple for Tommy to lift it over her head, taking her headpiece with the frock. In doing so, he was surprised to see a cascade of long, auburn hair run down to a point just below her white bra strap. Her skin was a smooth, pasty-white, and her feminine features were quite attractive.

She's a rather pretty lady. Prettier than I expected. Yes, this is going to be quite enjoyable.

He continued stripping his former teacher, unhooking and slipping off her bra, which was a size 38D. He pulled off her panties, revealing a light brown bush with just a trace of a reddish tone. Tommy felt himself becoming aroused at the scene he was creating.

He then proceeded to administer to the stripping of Miss Richards, which he was much looking forward to. She was wearing a white blouse, black skirt, and dark stockings with 3-inch high heels. She had long, flowing, black hair, and Tommy thought she was even more beautiful than she was four years before.

Tommy grinned as he unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, revealing a black bra that quickly joined her blouse on the floor. Her breasts were firm and pert, smaller than Sister Ruth’s, but flawless.

He then unzipped and slipped off her skirt, revealing her black panties and a pair of jet-black thigh-high, stay-up stockings with six-inch lacy trim at the top. Tommy thought it was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen. He decided to leave the stockings and heels on her as he slipped her panties off her feet.

Tommy raised his eyebrows when he discovered that she was completely shaven. The sight of her sitting there exposed like that, combined with the seductive stockings and heels caused Tommy to become fully aroused. That and the fact that he was about to return the deed of humiliation to his tormentors had Tommy in a state of giddiness.

Satisfied with his work, Tommy paused and surveyed the scene. Their heads were back-to-back, and an inspiration hit him.

He stood between the women and began tying strands of their hair together in tight little knots, interweaving auburn and black until he’d made about a dozen knots. He pushed their heads apart and was satisfied that the knots held firmly, and that their heads could be moved only about ten inches from each other before there was resistance.

With a wicked grin, he gathered Miss Richards’ clothes and draped them neatly over the handrail at the front of the bus. Sister Ruth’s habit went on the handrail at the back. Each woman now faced her respective attire—out of reach.

Tommy sat back down, admiring his scene. Two proud, imperious women, mostly naked, hair-bound together, on a crowded city bus.

He smiled, and restarted time.

“What the—OHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOO!”

The sound of simultaneous screams of horror was music to Tommy’s ears. The noise reverberated throughout the crowded bus, which instantly brought attention to the naked state of the two ladies.

Betty Richards bolted upright, instinctively trying to curl forward and shield herself—but her head jerked to a halt as strands of her hair pulled tight. Something—or someone—was holding her back.

Sister Ruth had the same problem. Her hands shot to her chest, crisscrossing over her bare breasts, legs snapping closed beneath her. Her face went white with shock—at least as white as the rest of her now fully exposed body. She spotted her habit hanging tauntingly at the rear of the bus. A moment later, Betty caught sight of her own clothing dangling at the front.

Hysteria reigned as the pair leapt up in tandem, shrieking and stumbling. But neither could move far—their hair-bound heads yanked them back each time they tried to flee. It was a bizarre tug-of-war, two naked women, flailing, and thoroughly entangled. Both women were screaming out unintelligible sounds as they fought against each other in a feverish effort to reach their clothing.

Tommy sat back taking it all in, grinning like a kid at a carnival.

The other passengers were frozen in place, some with open mouths, others snickering into their sleeves. All eyes were locked on the strange, stunning spectacle: Sister Ruth, utterly nude, pale skin glowing under the fluorescent lights; and Miss Richards, equally bare save for black thigh-highs and heels, desperately attempting to cover herself while yanking her head away from her equally frantic partner.

Betty Richards was the first of the two to realize what the obstacle was. With a determined grunt, she reached back and grabbed both of Sister Ruth’s elbows and furiously started pulling her toward the front of the bus and her dangling wardrobe.

It was not graceful. The maneuver completely exposed both ladies, and Sister Ruth, flailing, barely kept her balance, her hands fluttering hopelessly over her chest. The pair stumbled, twisted, and nearly toppled into a stunned commuter.

Just when it seemed Miss Richards was making progress, Sister Ruth mustered all her strength, broke free from the clutches of her counterpart and grabbed both of her hands. As Sister Ruth pulled Miss Richards towards the back of the bus, she used the latter’s hands to cover her own pussy. Some on the bus thought it was a delectable sight.

The struggles of the two hysterical women went on for some time. When Tommy saw a do-gooder pulling down Sister Ruth’s habit, he stopped time for everybody but the two agonized women. After struggling for another thirty seconds or so, they realized how silent it was, and paused in bewilderment.

Tommy stood, arms folded, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.

“So,” he began. "How does it feel to be stripped naked in public? Are you enjoying your own humiliation as much as you enjoyed mine?”

Miss Richards was quite perplexed at the suddenly quiet surroundings, but had a good sense that Tommy somehow had everything to do with her predicament. She was out of breath as she spoke.

“Tommy, whatever you’ve done, please undo it! Please! I’m begging you!”

“Ladies, ladies,” Tommy answered condescendingly. “I told you all you had to do was to come entertain at my party this Friday night. But no, you blew me off like it was nothing. Well, sometimes in life you get a second chance, and today is your lucky day. I’ll give you your clothes back if you agree to my previous request.”

“YES! YES! ANYTHING!” Both women, given their dire circumstances, were willing to agree unconditionally to anything Tommy requested.

“Now that’s more like it.”

Tommy opened the door to the bus, then came back and sat down in his seat, where he put the clothes in his shopping bag.

“Okay, you can get off the bus now,” said Tommy.

“B-but what about our clothes?” pleaded Sister Ruth.

“Oh, don’t worry,” responded Tommy. “I’ll set them down on the park bench at the next stop. It’s only two blocks away, and it’s a nice day for a walk. I'll see you Friday night at the rec center. You need to be there by six, before the guests arrive. You better not be late. Now go take a walk.

Their eyes went wide with horror.

“You can’t be serious!” cried Betty Richards.

“Oh, I’m very serious,” Tommy replied. “Now off you go, before I change my mind and just take these clothes home with me.”

The embattled ladies were in no position to argue. Whimpering and red-faced, the tangled duo hobbled to the front of the bus awkwardly, hair still knotted together. Tommy watched as the ladies made their frantic, clumsy efforts to move as fast as they could down the sidewalk. Sister Ruth shuffled forward as fast as her legs could carry her, trying to shield herself with her hands, while Miss Richards, facing backward, kept stumbling and looking over her shoulder. The sight was so absurd Tommy nearly choked on his own laughter.

He imagined the scene forthcoming at the next stop, picturing the two ladies frenetically fighting each other as they desperately struggle to put their clothes on. He smiled wider—and started time.

Tommy peered out the window as the bus passed the frantic twosome. He was delighted that he was responsible for bringing huge grins to the faces of the astonished folks walking down the busy downtown street. Many were pointing and laughing at the naked, hysterical ladies as they scurried awkwardly past them.

Tommy slumped down comfortably in his seat, savoring the moment, while pondering the party with delicious anticipation.

[Blondie]

Chapter 13: The Dog Ate My Panties

Tommy had a lot to do before the big Friday event. There were people to invite, food and liquor to buy, etc.—the usual preparations necessary for a big party. First on Tommy’s list was the food and booze. He wasn’t old enough to buy the alcohol himself, nor could he afford it. Then it hit him—who better to help him than one of the main sources of Friday’s entertainment?

One evening midweek, he knocked on Miss Richards’ door.

Betty Richards froze when she saw him on her doorstep. Only days had passed since her mortifying public strip-show on the city bus.

“Hi, Miss Richards,” Tommy said breezily. “I’m hoping you can spare an hour or two. I need to buy some alcohol for the party Friday night, and I was wondering if you’d help me out.”

Betty Richards blinked at him. She hadn’t yet decided whether she’d even attend the party Tommy had more or less commanded her to join. In her mind, the incident on the bus was a freak occurrence, an aberration that would hopefully never reoccur. Now was the time to put her foot down, she told herself.

“I’m sorry, Tommy,” she said firmly. “But I’m a teacher. It wouldn’t be responsible of me to condone underage drinking.”

To her surprise, Tommy didn’t argue. “No problem, Miss Richards. I understand.”

He turned to walk away, and Betty let out a quiet sigh of relief as she began to close the door.

That’s when Tommy stopped time.

He wasted no time in stripping the gorgeous Miss Richards completely nude. It was now the second time Tommy had the privilege of viewing her beautiful body, and, he thought to himself with a smile, it wouldn’t be the last.

He scooped her up and carried her outside, setting her down completely naked in the center of her quiet cul-de-sac. No cars were on the road, but any neighbor who happened to be looking out their window would get an eyeful when Tommy started time.

Tommy did indeed start time, and of course Miss Richards was horrified to find herself completely nude in the middle of her quiet suburban street.

"OH SHIT!" Betty shrieked, covering herself with trembling arms and sprinting toward her house in a blind panic. Her door was slightly ajar, but to her dismay it wouldn’t budge when she pushed on it. She looked back at Tommy, who was smiling at her.

“Let me know when you’re ready to help me out,” Tommy calmly said.

“Okay! OKAY! Please—just let me in!” responded Miss Richards, not nearly as calmly.

Tommy relaxed his power. She bolted inside, and Tommy followed her in.

“Now put your clothes on, Miss Richards,” he said pleasantly. “You’re a bit underdressed for shopping. Oh, and bring your credit card.”

An hour later, they were leaving the supermarket. Tommy had filled two carts with enough food and liquor to feed a small army—or at least ninety partygoers. Miss Richards winced when she handed her credit card over to the clerk.

“Thank you, Miss Richards,” Tommy said cheerfully as they loaded the trunk. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”

As he dropped her off, he said, “If you don’t mind, I’m going to need your card for a few more items. I’ll return it to you after the party. I do appreciate you covering all the costs. But look at it this way—it’s a small price to pay, considering you get to be one of the main attractions at the party.”

Miss Richards could only manage a groan as Tommy drove off, her stomach twisting with dread.

* * * * *

The next day Tommy took his sister Sally with him to take care of some other matters for the party. First they dropped by the recreation center to pay for the hall. Tommy had his sister use his teacher’s credit card to cover the reservation, (just in case, since there was a female name on the card).

Next, they hit the costume shop, where Tommy purchased several costumes, again utilizing his sister.

As they parted, he reminded her that her presence was required at the party. Sally gave a reluctant nod, a growing sense of doom rising in her chest.

Tommy then called Cindy, Karen, Linda, Nancy, Carlene and Michael, telling each of them about the party, and how he would very much appreciate it if they would attend. They knew all too well that there would be extremely humiliating repercussions if they rejected his “invitation.” Every one of them accepted, most with trembling voices.

Finally, he called Danny. “Hey Danny, I need a favor. I’m looking for a bartender for Friday night. Think you can handle it?”

Danny knew better than to refuse. “No, problem, Tommy,” Danny responded, masking his apprehension.

“Great,” said Tommy. “Oh, and by the way, remember how I had everybody shave your body in the cafeteria that day a couple of years ago?”

There was silence on the other end. Tommy waited for an answer.

“Uh...yeah,” Danny finally muttered.

“Great, I’d like you to do the same thing to yourself Friday afternoon right before you come. Not a hair should be left anywhere below your head. Got it?”

“B-but, Tommy…” Danny started.

“No buts,” interrupted Tommy. “Use a good razor. Smooth and hairless, like a little boy. See you there, 6:00 sharp.”

With that, Tommy hung up the phone, leaving Danny with his jaw wide open in shock.

* * * * *

The final name on Tommy’s list: Sister Mary Ruth.

He drove to the convent and, as luck would have it, spotted her just as she was stepping out for a walk. He followed at a distance, careful not to be seen.

Sister Ruth was slowly recovering from her terrible ordeal of finding herself naked on a public bus just a few days before. She had been traumatized and couldn’t even bring herself to leave the convent. This was the first time since the incident that she had ventured outside.

She walked to the park and stopped momentarily to watch a pickup soccer game amongst some local high school kids. She was feeling the serenity of the moment when she felt a cool breeze run up the back of her legs. She looked behind her and was startled to see that the back of her frock had mysteriously flipped halfway up her back. She yanked it down and looked around, relieved that nobody had noticed her white panties.

Then her entire habit lifted, sweeping up over her head and trapping her in darkness.

“Sweet Jesus!” she gasped, wrestling with the stubborn fabric.

The soccer game came to a screeching halt. Laughter and catcalls rang out as the players saw the flustered nun spinning in frantic circles, her bra and panties on full display. She clawed at her frock, but it wouldn’t budge.

Then she felt the unmistakable sensation of her panties beginning their descent.

“Oh no! Oh God, help me!” she cried.

They slipped past her knees….her calves….then pooled at her ankles.

She reached down to lift them up, giving the astounded audience quite an eyeful of her feminine charms.

To her relief, she was having better luck with her panties than her frock, as nothing was impeding her efforts to pull them up. But, unbelievably, just as she had her panties pulled up past her knees, there was an amazing turn of events. Out of nowhere, a smallish stray dog appeared. It was a Yorkshire terrier, who must have escaped from his home. Here is what he looked like:



He was a bit on the feisty side, and he decided to insert himself into the proceedings. With a growl, he latched onto her underwear—and pulled.

Sister Ruth could barely hear the dog’s growling above the laughter from the soccer players.

“No—NO!” Sister Ruth shrieked, locked in a bizarre tug-of-war with the determined dog.

It was quite a sight as the nun and the dog went tooth and nail at the panties, each hell-bent on claiming ownership.

The humorous scene stretched on until, inevitably, the fabric surrendered with a loud, unmistakable rip. Sister Ruth stumbled back in shock as her panties snapped free like a slingshot, vanishing with the triumphant terrier before she could even react. She stood frozen in horror, bare from the waist down. She heard the cheering and laughter behind her, but she couldn't see the little dog disappear around the corner, tail wagging, his new possession flapping up and down with every step.

Tommy was laughing so hard that tears were running down his cheeks. He had nothing to do with the dog’s participation—it was pure serendipity—which made it that much more enjoyable for him.

Sister Ruth continued her frantic, helpless efforts to recover from her predicament. Finally, mercifully, the red-faced nun was able to lower her frock to cover her nudity.

The first person she saw was Tommy, her new nemesis.

“Well, hi, Sister Ruth," Tommy said brightly. "I just thought I’d pop by to make sure you’re going to be at the party Friday night.”

Sister Ruth was at a loss for words, but the haunted look on her face was all the confirmation he needed.

“Six sharp. And come ready to perform.”

He smiled as Sister Ruth turned away, burying her face in her hands.

Friday night was only days away, and Tommy’s list was complete.

The stage was set, and the curtain was about to rise on a night no one would ever forget.

Tommy could hardly wait.

[Blondie]

Chapter 14: Eight Blushing Hostesses

As Tommy drove toward the recreation center on a calm Friday evening, his thoughts drifted back to the day that had started it all—the day of his complete and public humiliation. The images were burned into his memory: Sister Ruth ordering him to strip naked and toss his clothes out the window...making him stand on her desk, bare and blushing, to sing for the class.

Then there were the classmates. His sister Sally and her best friend Cindy had reveled in his embarrassment. Danny wouldn’t stop mocking his smooth, hairless body. Linda and Nancy had put him through one degrading routine after another during recess and lunch. Michael thought it was hilarious when Tommy was forced into the girl's uniform. And Karen...she’d seemed to enjoy it more than anyone, dragging out the countdown before taking down his underpants in the gym. Carlene had pulled down his underpants and spanked him in the hallway, then orchestrated the scene when her fellow volleyball players took turns peeking down his underpants. And then there was Miss Richards, who’d shamed him to the extreme by making him dance naked in front of his fellow students.

Yes, Tommy remembered it all.

It was his girlfriend Molly who brought him out of his daydream. “What’re you thinking about, babe?” she asked from the passenger seat.

Tommy smiled. “Just about how much fun we’re going to have tonight.”

Molly, already clued in on all the details of his past humiliation, had been sympathetic—and eager. When Tommy proposed his plan for payback, Molly jumped at the chance to help. In fact, she looked forward to the events with an excited state of glee.

Tommy had instructed all his former tormentors to arrive early. Sure enough, as he and Molly pulled into the rec center parking lot, there they were—nervous, shifting their feet by the entrance. Tommy was a little bothered that Cindy was not there as ordered.

Molly leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I think we’re going to have a night to remember, hon.”

Tommy grinned. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”

They stepped out of the car and approached the waiting group. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” greeted Tommy. “I’m so glad you could all make it. I’d like you to meet my friend Molly. Molly, these are the people I’ve been telling you about. You know my sister Sally, and this is Karen, Linda, Nancy, Danny, Michael, Carlene, Miss Richards and Sister Ruth. Molly will be assisting tonight any way she can.”

The group murmured a half-hearted hello. They had no idea what type of assistance they would require, but their sense of dread was palpable.

Tommy and Molly trooped confidently into the recreation hall while the rest tentatively fell in behind them. The space was large and impressive—fifteen round tables set for six, a well-stocked bar to the side, while a generous spread of food was laid out on a long table. The tables were situated in front of a large stage, above which the curtain was presently drawn. Behind the curtain, off to the side, there was a spacious dressing room.

“Okay, girls, if you’ll follow Molly to the dressing room, she’ll show you the nice outfits you get to wear while you serve the guests drinks and appetizers. Whatever Molly asks you to do, just treat it like it's coming from me. Danny and Michael, you’ll be tending bar, so you’d better start setting up. Guests will start arriving in about half an hour, so hop to it."

Just then, the last straggler arrived.

“Oh, look who finally decided to show up,” said Tommy, arms crossed. “You're late, Cindy. You're off to a bad start.”

“I’m s-sorry, Tommy, I ran into traffic,” replied Cindy, with a look of concern on her face.

“Well, I’m sure Molly will deal with you accordingly,” said Tommy, motioning to his girlfriend. “Now fall into place with the other girls.”

Tommy watched with satisfaction as the girls obediently followed Molly and disappeared behind the curtain. His plan was unfolding perfectly.

He turned and looked at Danny. “Danny boy, I assume you took care of that little matter we talked about?” Of course, he was referring to his directive for Danny to shave his body completely hairless.

Danny, to Tommy’s delight, blushed profusely. “Yes,” answered Danny simply, while looking down shamefully.

Tommy smirked. “Good boy. Maybe it’ll be our little secret. Then again, maybe we can share our secret with the guests.”

Tommy giggled to himself, while Danny trembled, praying that it would be the former.

* * * * *

Once inside the dressing room, Molly got everyone's attention. “Okay, girls, as you probably are aware, it’ll be your duty tonight to serve all the guests. I don’t know how much waitressing experience you have, but I expect you all to do a bang-up job. One thing is for sure, none of you are properly dressed for this. But it's your lucky night, because I have something special picked out for each of you. So, if you'll kindly take off all your clothes, I'll get your outfits together for you.”

Nobody made a move, and Molly broke the spell by clapping her hands loudly. “I said STRIP, and I mean now! We’ve got party guests coming! Off with those clothes!”

The eight females began self-consciously pulling off tee shirts and unbuttoning blouses. Molly was rather enjoying her feeling of power.

“Faster, faster!” she commanded.

She started walking from girl to girl, snatching their clothes as they were coming off and dumping them in a pile in the corner. In moments, there were eight girls standing timidly in their underwear, hugging themselves and casting nervous glances.

“What’s the holdup?” Molly snapped. “Let’s get those bras and panties off, girls.! I want to see you all naked! Completely nude! Chop, chop! Let’s go!”

Hesitantly, shame-faced and silent, they obeyed. Now they stood naked before her, blushing and covering themselves as best they could. Molly strolled past them slowly, savoring the spectacle. She smiled at them for a few moments, allowing the embarrassment level to build.

She then reached into a drawer and started pulling out the outfits.

“Okay, girls, time to get you properly dressed,” she said as she began handing out cocktail waitress attire. “You certainly don’t want to serve our guests looking like that, do you? Then again, maybe we’ll just save that idea for later.”

Sister Ruth and a couple of others shuddered at the suggestion.

When all eight were dressed (such as they were) they were a sight to behold. A considerable amount of skin was exposed, as several of the outfits were of the two-piece variety, complete with a strapless top and hot pants, while the others were one-piece, skin-tight, strapless pieces that barely covered their breasts and buttocks. Each was fitted with four-inch-high heels, the color coordinating with their outfits. Groans rippled through the room as the reality sank in—their night would be spent parading in front of party guests, ogled in their humiliating outfits.

Molly was about to send the girls out when she was hit by an inspiration. She remembered Tommy telling her about Cindy’s very small breasts, and how self-conscious she was about them. Indeed, Molly noticed that while the girls were naked Cindy was covering her breasts with her hands, whereas the others were more concerned with concealing their vaginas.

Cindy’s outfit was a bright red two-piece set. Molly noticed that, unlike the others, Cindy put her top on first, then her hot pants.

She was about to suffer embarrassing consequences for showing up late.

“Oh, Cindy,” she said sweetly. “We need to talk about your top.”

Cindy froze.

“I couldn’t help but notice….your breasts are quite tiny.…” She paused, then smiled when Cindy blushed deeply. “You really don’t fill out this top very well. I think you’ll be much better off without it.”

While Cindy continued to blush crimson, Molly unhooked her top and whisked it away, leaving her topless. Cindy’s hands flew to her chest.

“My, my,” Molly teased, “You really are quite bashful about exposing your little titties, aren’t you?”

Cindy didn’t answer the rhetorical question. Instead she stared straight down, clinging to her breasts as if her life depended on their coverage.

“I can’t say I blame you, though," continued Molly. "If I had little golf balls on my chest like yours, I wouldn’t want anybody to see them, either.”

Cindy’s face was now glowing crimson as Molly retrieved two red pasties from the drawer—each adorned with three-inch tassels.

“You’ll have to move your hands, sweetie, while I attach these to your little nipples.”

When the distraught Cindy slowly lowered her hands to her tummy, Molly was at the ready with glue to attach the pasties. She dipped a small brush into the glue and proceeded to methodically spread the cool liquid on Cindy’s nipples, speaking to her as she performed her task.

“You’ll be a big hit tonight, sweetheart,” teased the grinning Molly as she finished brushing the glue on one nipple and started concentrating on the other. “Everyone will just love staring at your cute little nubs, and these tassels will be swinging delightfully while you serve them."

Cindy was in the throes of wretchedness; the intrusion on what she considered a very private part of her body was excruciating.

Molly blew gently on each of Cindy’s nipples, causing her to flinch.

“Relax, darling. I'm not getting fresh," laughed Molly. I’m just helping the glue set.”

Molly attached the pasties simultaneously, pressing them down for a few seconds until she was satisfied the glue had taken hold. She stepped back to admire her handiwork.

“Oh, you look stunning, sweetie.”

Cindy started to cover up again when Molly interrupted her. “Uh, uh, uh,” warned Molly. “We’ll have no more attempts at modesty. There are going to ninety guests you will be entertaining, and they'll enjoy giggling at your itty-bitty titties.”

Molly started to turn away, and then stopped and said, “Oh, I almost forgot…” With the thumb and index finger of each of her hands Molly gave the pasties a twist, activating a tiny knob on each one. A red light began flashing on each pasty, causing Cindy to flinch once again while looking down wide-eyed with horror at the garish blinking on her chest. Molly took a step back, folded her arms, and grinned derisively as the mortified Cindy turned a shade at least as red as her flashing pasties.

“Now everyone will spot you, no matter where you are,” Molly purred. “Your little light-up titties are going to steal the show.”

Quite satisfied, Molly turned to the other girls, who were momentarily mesmerized by the bizarre scene they had been witnessing.

“Okay, girls, let’s get out there and get ready for our guests. Come on, snap to!”

The eight new cocktail waitresses marched out, heels clicking, faces flushed. As they filed down the stairs of the stage, Tommy, Danny, and Michael collectively dropped their jaws at the arousing sight of the eight scantily clad females.

For Tommy, the evening was flowing along just as he had drawn it up. For Danny and Michael, the thrill of the delectable sight was tempered by the uncertainty of what may lie ahead for them.

[Blondie]

Chapter 15: Let the Party Begin!

Michael stood behind the bar, luxuriating in the sight of the eight girls in various styles of scantily clad attire marching down the steps of the stage. Unfortunately for Michael, his enjoyment was to be fleeting, as Molly peeked around the curtain and called out, “Michael, could you come up here, please?”

He froze. Michael was hoping his only obligation for the evening would be to tend bar. Being called to the carpet by Tommy’s girlfriend could not bode well for him. He glanced at Tommy, who was busy leering at the parade of girls reluctantly walking toward him. Michael’s interest in the girls had quickly dissipated as he focused on the uncertainty of his own plight.

When he stepped into the dressing room, his fears were immediately confirmed. Hanging prominently at eye level was a frilly French maid’s costume—complete with a lacy apron, a flouncy skirt, and a ridiculous little maid's cap. A handwritten note pinned to the dress read: “Michael’s Barmaid Uniform.”

Molly watched intently as Michael looked on in stunned surprise.

“Well?” she teased. “Isn’t it precious? I just know you’re going to be the toast of the bar tonight.” Her grin widened. “Now let’s get you out of those boring boy clothes and try your new dress on.”

Michael hesitated, still dazed by the sorry turn of events. He stood frozen in place, hoping she’d at least grant him some privacy. No such luck. Molly remained firmly planted, hands on hips, clearly enjoying every second.

He finally began undressing, cheeks burning hotter with each article of clothing removed. When he was standing in just his boxer shorts he looked pleadingly at Molly, who answered him with a downward flick of her finger.

With a sigh of defeat, he stepped out of his shorts, hands hastily covering his privates, his face glowing like a red Christmas tree bulb.

“Oh, we have a shy one, do we?” Molly giggled. “Well then, let’s hurry and get you properly dressed, shall we?”

She pulled out a pair of black panties with white lace ruffles filling the backside and held them out with both hands for Michael to examine. Michael took them reluctantly and slipped them on, his shame increasing by the second. It didn’t stop there. Next came a garter belt, sheer black stockings, and a padded double D-cup bra that Molly gleefully stuffed with false breasts. Three-inch black patent heels forced him to wobble, and the puffy-sleeved maid’s dress didn’t quite cover the tops of his stockings.

Molly was smiling devilishly as she pinned the cap to his head. For good measure, she covered his lips with bright red lipstick, which, with his goatee, took on a look of humorous absurdity.

She led him to a full-length mirror, and Michael flinched at his reflection. The absurd image staring back—lipstick, cleavage, heels, and frilly maid's dress—was more than he could take.

“Don’t you make just the cutest little barmaid?” Molly cooed.

Michael turned away, humiliated beyond words.

Before he could retreat into self-pity, Molly dropped a handkerchief on the floor. “Oh dear,” she said sweetly. “Would you be a doll and pick that up for me?”

She stood behind him and was delighted to see the ruffle of his panties exposed when he bent over.

“Oh, everyone will be delighted when they see your pretty panties,” laughed Molly. Michael’s blush deepened into full-blown crimson.

“Come, darling,” she said, bouncing with glee. “Let’s go show you off.”

As they exited the dressing room, Molly was grinning from ear to ear. Michael decidedly was not.

When he made the shameful walk down the steps of the stage, he could feel every eye capturing his swishing entrance. Tommy had a big grin on his face, and when he caught Molly’s eye, he gave her a wink. Danny, because he was still uncertain about his situation, was a little more reserved, but he did manage to giggle softly to himself. Even a couple of the girls were tittering, despite their predicament.

Michael slunk behind the bar beside Danny, cheeks still glowing, and prepared for the guests to arrive.

Tommy took it all in, basking in the delicious irony. Every one of his former tormentors was now on display—embarrassed, exposed, and fully at his mercy. He looked at their flushed faces, and it was plain to see that they’d give anything to be somewhere else. Tommy thought back to his degradation at the hands of his tormentors and remembered that same dreadful feeling.

“Payback is brutal, isn’t it, honey?” he said to Molly.

Molly smiled, wrapped her arm around his waist and took in the scene she had helped create. The body language of the scantily clad women said it all—downcast eyes, crossed arms, and restless shifting. They were clearly miserable. Michael was beyond embarrassment in his female attire, and Danny was on edge, wondering if he would be spared.

* * * * *

The hall gradually came alive as the guests started filing in. Ninety guests had been invited, and Tommy fully expected most, if not all, of them to attend. Most of the guests were familiar with the victims Tommy had picked out, and they were aware of their involvement in Tommy’s previous debasement. But they had no inkling that the victims would be providing them some sexy entertainment.

Tommy greeted each one at the door, while his sister Sally, assigned coat check duty, made quite the impression. Dressed in a tuxedo-inspired strapless teddy with fishnets and heels, she blushed under the weight of so many stares—not to mention the dozens of phones recording and snapping pictures. Even her brother couldn’t resist the occasional once-over, from her black, four-inch heels, up her shapely legs, her half-exposed backside, her voluptuous, partially covered breasts, to her blushing neck and cheeks.

Karen, in a glittering baby blue two-piece outfit and white stilettos, stood nearby with her required greeting: “Welcome to Tommy’s Retribution. I’m here to serve you in any way I can.” Guests smirked, nodded approvingly, and captured the moment with their phones before heading to their seats.

The first round of servers—Sister Ruth, Miss Richards, and Carlene—were already hard at work.

Sister Ruth’s white, strapless teddy hugged her tightly, cinched at the waist with a shiny black belt. Molly had cleverly fitted her with a white veil—shorter but similar to the veil she normally wore with her habit. The leggy Betty Richards was attired in a hot pink, two-piece outfit, featuring a conical bra straight out of Madonna’s playbook. Carlene was barefoot and back in the skimpy volleyball uniform from her humiliating airport episode, reliving the mortification all over again.

All three women burned red as they took orders and delivered drinks to delighted guests. All eyes were on them as they walked back and forth from the tables to the bar. Each time they leaned over to set down a drink, their snug uniforms crept higher, molding to their curves and riding up their cheeks, offering the guests an unabashedly provocative view.

Tommy watched with satisfaction, savoring every second of their discomfort.

At the head table, he raised a glass as Sister Ruth delivered his cocktail. He thanked her and gave her a mocking pat on her ass as she turned to leave. She visibly flinched, eyes wide with shame.

“Yoo-hoo! Miss Richards!” Tommy called a few minutes later, when a drink spilled. “We have a little mess over here.”

Miss Richards closed her eyes, composed herself, and walked over to clean the spill, cheeks flaming while forced to endure the giggles and taunts from the festive revelers.

The servers were now in full swing. With eight girls covering fifteen tables, the guests were well satisfied. Everywhere they looked a scantily clad lass was scurrying around, dutifully catering to their needs.

Cindy circulated with a tray of hors d’oeuvres, her blinking pasties drawing considerable attention. Guests chuckled, made comments about her tiny chest, and some even posed beside her for pictures. She tried shielding herself with the tray, but the effort was mostly futile. Her nipples—and her cheeks—were glowing pink.

Karen had been given simple instructions: circulate and make sure the guests were content. Unfortunately for her, one particular table—six rowdy men deep into their cocktails—had taken a keen interest in her baby blue ensemble. While one of them distracted her with some banter, another snuck up behind her with mischievous intent.

With a sly grin, the guest untied Karen's strapless spandex top. Karen had struggled earlier to tie it tight—it was a size too small and stretched taut across her chest. So when the knot gave way, the top didn’t just slip off—it launched, like a slingshot, sailing through the air before landing with a plop into the center of the table—right in the water pitcher.

For a split second, time froze.

Karen’s eyes widened. She gasped and let out a sharp scream, instinctively covering herself with her arms. But not before her stunned audience got an unforgettable eyeful of her naked breasts. Cameras flashed, capturing the moment.

Flushing crimson, Karen lunged for her soaked top, now half-submerged in the pitcher and clinging to a floating lemon slice. She yanked it out, dripping and clingy, and clutched it to her chest as the table erupted into drunken cheers and wolf whistles. She scurried away, humiliated, while the highly entertained men congratulated themselves with high fives all around.

* * * * *

The evening carried on. The waitresses continued making the rounds, delivering cocktails and, eventually, a catered dinner. As the evening wore on and the drinks flowed, the atmosphere became more and more raucous.

Once dessert was cleared and the plates whisked away, Tommy decided it was time to take the party to the next level. He caught Molly’s eye and made a subtle nod. Molly rose gracefully and stepped away, disappearing behind the stage curtain.

Tommy stood, picked up his glass, and gently tapped it with a spoon, quieting the room.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his voice casual but commanding, “thank you all for coming tonight. I hope you’ve enjoyed the food, the drinks, and, of course, the service.”

He grinned as all eyes turned to the eight embarrassed waitresses scattered around the room.

“But don’t think we’re done just yet. In fact, the best part of the night is just about to begin.”

The waitresses froze mid-step.

“You see,” Tommy continued, grinning, "we have a bit of surprise entertainment planned—and our lovely servers, though they don’t know it yet, are about to take center stage.”

That drew a round of applause. The girls, still frozen in place, were wide-eyed and suddenly even more hyperaware of their skimpy attire. Their glances darted to each other, thick with anxiety.

“Girls,” Tommy said, gesturing toward the stage, “if you’ll follow Molly to the dressing room, she’ll be happy to fit you into your new costumes.”

There was a tense pause, then the girls slowly moved to form a line behind Molly, who had reappeared at the edge of the stage wearing an impish grin and holding several garment bags draped over her arms, each one opaque and mysterious.

The guests leaned forward, sensing something wickedly delicious, while the anxious eight marched off, shoulders hunched and stomachs churning with dread.

Tommy reclined in his seat, a slow smile creeping across his face. The stage was set. Now comes the reckoning.

[Blondie]

Chapter 16: The Can-Can

As the eight shamefaced girls followed Molly off to the dressing room, Tommy turned back to the guests with a bright smile.

“I’d like to direct your attention to behind the bar," he said. “Allow me to introduce Danny—your bartender for the evening—and Michael, your lovely barmaid.”

There was a chuckle from the crowd.

“Michael,” Tommy continued, “used to get quite the kick out of teasing me when Sister Ruth made me wear the girls’ uniform a few years back. So, tonight, I thought it’d be poetic justice to return the favor. While the ladies are preparing for their performance, Michael here will be tending to your cocktail needs. Feel free to call him Michelle. Thanks again, and enjoy the show!”

The guests applauded with amusement and turned to inspect the bar. Danny was busy mixing drinks, ever so thankful that Tommy had chosen to leave him alone.

Michael, on the other hand, was mortified. As degrading as it had been for him to be forced into a barmaid’s dress, he had been able to remain in relative anonymity behind the bar while the attention was directed toward the eight girls. Now he’d be the center of attention in his female garb as he served the thirsty guests. As one would expect, it would be a dreadfully miserable experience for him.

In support of Tommy, the guests were merciless as they derided him, calling him Michelle and telling him how cute he looked in his dress. The females were especially cruel. As he bent over to serve drinks to a table of six girls, one of them reached over and flipped the back of his skirt, revealing his lacy, ruffled panties to the table—and half the room. The table erupted in laughter. Michael, red as a beet, quickly pushed her hand away and tried to move on.

Just as he thought he could escape, one of the girls called out sweetly, “Michelle, can you do a little curtsy for us?"

Michael ignored her and scurried back toward the bar, pretending not to hear. Unfortunately, he saw her make a beeline for Tommy’s table. A moment later, Tommy crooked his finger in Michael’s direction.

“Michelle, I just got word that you refused to curtsy for one of my guests,” accused Tommy.

Michael swallowed hard. “I didn’t hear her,” he mumbled.

“Is that so. Well, can you hear me now?” responded Tommy. Michael nodded sullenly. “Good,” continued Tommy. “Because I want you to go up on the stage and show us all your best curtsy.”

Gasps and giggles rippled through the room as Michael, cheeks flushing, trudged toward the stage. He stood in front of the curtain and waited disconsolately for further instructions. All eyes were on him as Tommy spoke.

“Michelle would now like to demonstrate her very best curtsy,” Tommy announced to raucous laughter. “Let’s give her our full attention!”

Now blushing crimson, Michael lifted the sides of his skirt, gave a stiff little bend at the knees, and attempted the daintiest curtsy he could manage.

Just as he turned to leave, Tommy’s voice rang out again.

“Just a second, Michelle. I know you’re just dying to show us what you have on underneath that skirt, aren’t you?” asked Tommy, who wasn’t really expecting an answer. “Why don’t you turn around, bend over at the waist, and lift your skirt up your back for us, nice and high.”

Michael groaned inwardly but obeyed. The frilly lace of his panties drew howls of laughter and delighted whistles from the audience. Finally, after one more curtsy, Michael was allowed to leave the stage to a nice ovation from the appreciative spectators. The red-faced “barmaid” dutifully took more cocktail orders from the happy patrons.

* * * * *

Meanwhile, back in the dressing room, Molly had taken control.

“Have any of you had any experience dancing the can-can?” Molly asked cheerfully.

The girls shook their heads, their faces still flushed from their earlier ordeal.

“Well, good news,” said Molly, opening the closet door. “You’ll be able to say ‘yes’ after tonight!”

Inside hung eight flamboyant can-can costumes in dazzling colors. Molly continued, “As you can see, you won’t need those cocktail outfits anymore, so if you’ll kindly take them off…”

Sighing with resignation, for the second time that evening the girls stripped nude at Molly's behest

Once they were all naked, Molly picked a can-can dress from the closet and smiled as the girls collectively made a motion toward her to snatch the dress, all hoping to cover their nakedness. But instead, Molly slipped it on herself—right over her own clothes.

“Now, have a seat,” she instructed. “Time for a demonstration.”

Naked and embarrassed, the girls, who would have given their souls for any type of coverage, submissively sat naked on the floor in a semi-circle. They shivered when their backsides contacted the cold, hardwood floor, and they covered their chests and sex as best they could.

Molly surveyed the unusual sight and smiled to herself. “Okay, girls, I’d like you to watch very closely, because I’m only going to show you once.”

Molly tapped her phone, and the sounds of lively music bounced off the walls of the room. Molly began her demonstration.

“Hands on hips like this,” she said, demonstrating her stance. “A nice high leg kick is a must!"

She hiked her skirt to her waist and kicked enthusiastically. “Now pay attention, girls—the best part’s coming up.”

The piece Molly referred to was a portion of Jacques Offenbach's "Orpheus in the Underworld." It seemed to invite bawdiness. As the music reached its signature crescendo, Molly turned, bent forward, flipped her skirt high up her back, and shook her hips back and forth to the beat of the music. The girls cringed as they pictured themselves being forced to perform the salacious dance in front of a drunken audience.

Once the lesson ended, she passed out the costumes. Each girl received a black can-can dress with thin straps and layers of vivid magenta petticoats, thigh-high stockings, shiny black heels, frilly ruffled panties, and a matching headpiece. Molly smiled with satisfaction as she eyed her embarrassed dancers clad in their resplendent costumes.

“Okay, girls, we’ll have one quick run-through before we go out there. Let’s make it good and quick. The natives are getting restless,” chirped Molly as she lined up the girls and started the music.

Despite themselves, the girls picked up the basic steps under Molly’s guidance. Their kicks were uneven, but certainly good enough to satisfy the undiscerning crowd. In any case, their audience wouldn't be especially focused on choreography.

Molly led the eight girls out to the stage and lined them up behind the curtain.

“Remember, high leg kicks, lift those dresses and shake those tushies like you mean it,” reminded Molly.

The girls didn’t respond—they were a dispirited bunch, very much abashed at their predicament.

Back out in the hall, Tommy took the cue from Molly, who had poked her head from the curtain. Tommy then signaled to the light guy, a friend of his. The lights dimmed, a drumroll sounded, and a spotlight illuminated the closed curtain. Molly gave the rope a tug—and the curtain whooshed open.

The audience voiced their approval as eight girls dressed in festive costumes filled the spotlight. “Orpheus to the Underworld” began playing on the speaker system, and, on cue, the eight girls started dancing. Their leg kicks, though not quite always synchronized, nevertheless tickled the audience. When they all turned around and exposed their frilly panties, shaking their hips from side to side lasciviously, the audience was floored.

This is what the hall sounded like as the shamefaced dancers lifted their dresses and kicked their legs: The Can-Can

As one might expect, it was quite a festive atmosphere. The whooping and hollering sounds filled the hall, as the eight red-faced girls turned back around and continued their performance. Their hearts weren’t in it, but they kicked up their heels, knowing full well that anything less than their best efforts would lead to even further degradation.

The routine ended, and they curtsied—as Molly told them to—earning a raucous standing ovation. The curtain closed, and the girls were relieved to be out of the spotlight—both figuratively and literally.

As they hustled backstage, the chant began.

“ENCORE! ENCORE!”

Molly intercepted the girls before they reached the dressing room.

“Wow! They loved you!” she beamed. “Let’s give ’em one more, shall we?”

Groans filled the air. The girls lined up again, knowing resistance was futile.

But before the curtain went up, Molly gave them further instructions. “I just had a marvelous idea, girls. Let’s make this encore extra special. Here’s what I want you to do...”

She leaned in and disclosed her idea. When she was finished, all eight had horrified looks on their faces.

“And remember,” she said, walking off, “at the main part, lift those dresses high up your backs and shake those hips like there's no tomorrow!”

Molly pulled the rope to open the curtain and took her seat at the front table. The audience cheered in appreciation, the music restarted, and the girls again started dancing.

About a minute into the piece, Molly rose and gave them their cue.

To the utter astonishment and sheer delight of the spellbound audience, the eight girls, in perfect unison, reached under their skirts and slipped off their panties, tossing them straight out, high in the air, where they floated down into the outstretched hands of eight gleeful spectators.

The hall erupted. The crowd roared, clapped, shrieked.

As the piece pressed toward its frenzied peak, a feverish excitement gripped the hall. Every guest leaned forward, eager for the moment they all hoped was coming.

Eight young ladies, however, felt no such excitement, and were anything but eager.

When the Offenbach piece drew near to its frenzied peak, many in the audience were on the edges of their seats, breathless with anticipation.

They would not be disappointed.

The music reached its raucous climax. The dancers turned, lifted their skirts high, and shook their bare bottoms in rhythmic, synchronized humiliation. The sight of eight naked, beautiful asses of different sizes and shapes shaking back and forth to the beat of the music was a scene to behold.

The hall reached a fever pitch. Many in the crowd watched in awe with their mouths wide open, incredulous at the spectacle they were witnessing. Others were on their feet applauding, screaming in delight.

When the reprise ended, the girls turned to face the crowd once more—every one of them beet red, humiliated, and pantyless. There was one more reprise and the act was repeated, much to the exhilaration of the highly entertained revelers.

When the piece concluded, the girls received yet another rousing standing ovation, this one much more boisterous. A few of the humiliated girls covered their faces in shame.

The curtain closed, and they all hoped this would be the end of their humiliating ordeal. But they would soon discover that this was only the warm-up act.

[Somebody]

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