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The following is applicable to all chapters of “Tommy's Retribution:”

© February 2003 by Blondie.

This is a work of fiction and is pure fantasy. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

For ages 18 and older only.

Chapter 1: Tommy Meets His Mentor
Chapter 2: Stripped Topless by the Pool
Chapter 3: Sally Forced to Bare All
Chapter 4: Chaos in the Classroom
Chapter 5: Cindy's Classroom Humiliation
Chapter 6: Stripped Naked in a Movie Theater
Chapter 7: The Naked March
Chapter 8: The Humiliation of the Lexus Lady
Chapter 9: The Cheerleader's Comeuppance
Chapter 10: The Topless Twelve
Chapter 11: Carlene's Frenzied Flight
Chapter 12: Tormented Teachers on the Bus
Chapter 13: The Dog Ate My Panties
Chapter 14: Eight Blushing Hostesses
Chapter 15: Let the Party Begin!
Chapter 16: The Can-Can
Chapter 17: Sally and Cindy Unveiled
Chapter 18: Karen on Display
Chapter 19: The Denuded Danny (ENM)
Chapter 20: Truth or Consequences
Chapter 21: The Climax



Chapter 1: Tommy Meets His Mentor

It had been a little over two years since that regrettable day when Tommy had been humiliated to an extreme degree. It was a day he would never forget. For that matter, it was a day he didn’t want to forget, because to forget might be to forgive, and at this point, the word forgive was not in Tommy’s vocabulary. Someday, somehow, his tormentors were going to pay.

Last year, a few days before his fifteenth birthday, Tommy took his first, and most important step toward getting even with Sister Ruth, Miss Richards, Karen, Sally, Cindy, Linda, Nancy, Carlene, and anyone else he deemed deserving of punishment. He had heard rumors of a lad named Owen, who supposedly had mastered the use of telekinetic powers. Tommy was justifiably skeptical, but he didn’t have to dig too deeply into his imagination to understand the ramifications if he could somehow learn to use such a power. He knew he had to find Owen and learn everything he could from him.

With a little research, Tommy learned that Owen lived in the next county. One summer day, he reached out to him by phone and arranged a meeting. Full of hope, Tommy hopped on a bus to meet with the blessed Owen.

It turned out to be a very fruitful meeting. He and Owen had quite a bit in common. Owen explained that his power came from within after a very humiliating experience that took place at his eighth-grade school picnic a few years earlier.

As the story went, he was ambushed by several of his classmates right next to where many of the girls were playing volleyball. They stripped off his tee shirt, shoes and socks and tied his wrists to a branch above his head. Of course, the commotion and the scene attracted the attention of the girls. Then one of his classmates told Owen that he was going to strip off his jeans, and that if he offered any resistance then his underpants would come off, too. Owen was in no position to call his bluff, so he watched helplessly while the sadistic boy unbuckled his jeans and slowly, methodically pulled them down his legs and slipped them off. Owen was left squirming, clad only in his white briefs while the girls, though continuing their game, seemed much more interested in the near-naked boy tied to the tree.

About ten minutes later one of the girls, a tallish blonde, whispered to some of the others. They looked over to Owen and giggled, and to his extreme apprehension the tallish blonde approached him as the others watched with keen interest.

“Sorry, Owen baby, but these are just begging to come down,” she said.

Before Owen could utter even a word of protest she grabbed the bottom of both sides of his briefs and yanked his underpants down to his knees in one swift motion. Owen’s genitals were on display. The mortified victim frantically but futilely alternated lifting each leg in a furious effort to maneuver his underpants upward. The spectacle had his audience in a state of hysterical laughter.

Owen was forced to remain in his sorry condition for over an hour while the entertained girls half-heartedly continued their volleyball game. They dispersed when they saw a faculty member rushing over to rescue the mortified Owen.

Needless to say, he was thoroughly humiliated, and the experience left a lasting impact. Soon afterward, he developed his special power and used it to the fullest to vindicate himself.

“To this day, I can still hear the shrieks of laughter,” Owen told Tommy, who listened sympathetically. “And you know what the worst part was? The way they looked at me. Not just the girls, but the boys too. Like I was nothing. Like I was less than nothing, just there for their amusement."

Tommy leaned forward, his eyes filled with understanding. “They stripped you of everything,” he said quietly. “Your clothes, your dignity, your sense of self. I know exactly how that feels.”

Owen nodded slowly. "You really do, don't you? When you called me, when you told me just a little of what happened to you, I knew you were different. I knew you'd understand in a way nobody else could."

Tommy, now feeling a bond with Owen, opened up about his experience two years prior. He told the whole story of how Sister Ruth stripped him naked, and how he spent the whole day either naked or in girls' clothing, and ultimately was forced to dance naked in the gymnasium in front of the entire seventh and eighth grade classes.

After hearing the full story of Tommy’s hideous debasement, Owen was filled with compassion. His own experience paled in comparison to what Tommy had endured. After hearing Tommy’s account, he was quite certain that he would have no trouble developing the power of telekinesis.

Owen reached across the small table and gripped Tommy's shoulder. "You'll develop the power. I know it."

"How can you be so sure?" Tommy asked, searching Owen's face for any hint of doubt.

"Because I felt it too," Owen said. "But your experience was even worse." Owen paused, gathering his thoughts. "You're going to be powerful," he continued, his eyes gleaming with certainty. "More powerful than I am, I think. The depth of your trauma... it's going to make you something special."

"I want them to feel what I felt," Tommy said. "I want them to understand what it means to have no control over what happens to your own body. I want them to know humiliation."

Owen smiled. "Then let's begin. The sooner you master this, the sooner you can start your work."

* * * * * *

Owen was a very good teacher, and Tommy was a bright, willing, and, of course, highly motivated student. Owen’s best advice was to dig deeply and relive his humiliation on that ill-fated day while simultaneously using his telekinetic ability to move whatever object he chose. Whenever Tommy concentrated in this manner, he began to see results. It wasn’t long before he was able to tip over a Coke bottle from forty yards away simply by willing it to happen. Owen assured him that with enough practice, the power would eventually become second nature.

"You're progressing faster than I did," Owen admitted, watching Tommy levitate a pencil across the room. "It took me days to do what you're doing after just a few hours."

"Maybe I'm just angrier," Tommy said, not breaking his concentration as the pencil spun in midair.

"Maybe," Owen agreed. “But after what you went through, you have a right to be.” He paused, watching and admiring Tommy’s concentration. “Just keep that focus, Tommy. And remember what you’re fighting for.”

"I have direction," Tommy said, finally letting the pencil drop. He turned to face his mentor. "I have eight directions, actually. Eight very specific targets."

Owen smiled. “You’ll feel vindicated when you finally have control over them.”

"I will," Tommy replied. "And when the time comes, I'll be in complete control."

At the end of the session, Tommy and Owen embraced. Tommy thanked his mentor profusely and promised to keep him apprised of his retaliations against his adversaries. Tommy boarded the bus home, grinning as he imagined putting his newfound power to use.

* * * * * *

Though a youngster, Tommy had the patience of a veteran. His plan was to perfect his newfound power before exacting his revenge. For the next few months, he practiced by himself with objects around the house. Slowly but surely, he gained confidence in his ability to move things with his mind. He even put it to practical use, carrying out mundane tasks like making his bed or cleaning his room, all with his hands tucked comfortably in his pockets. Yes, he was just about ready to face his enemies. But first, he wanted to test his new ability on a stranger.

His first opportunity to “go live” came one Saturday at the local mall. He was standing in line at a Burger King when an attractive young woman cut in front of him just as he was about to order.

“Excuse me, but I was here first,” Tommy said.

The rude young woman glanced at Tommy and dismissed him without a word before turning her attention back to the clerk and placing her order. For Tommy, the incident brought back memories of the helplessness he had felt on the day of his humiliation. Only now, things were different. He had the means to fight back, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to put his newfound ability to use.

“Time to teach this bitch a lesson,” he whispered aloud to himself.

He let the young woman purchase her burger and soda, then he followed suit. Taking a seat across the aisle, he observed her for a while. She was wearing a white tank top and jeans, and Tommy could tell by the way her breasts jiggled when she walked that she was not wearing a bra. He waited until she picked up her Coke for a sip. As she raised the full cup to her lips, he concentrated intensely. Much to his delight, the cup suddenly pulled away from her mouth, spilling its contents across the front of her shirt. Most of it landed on her chest, and instantly her nipples and areola were visible through the soaked-through material.

The startled woman let out a yelp as she scrambled for a napkin, desperately trying to dry herself off. She looked up, caught Tommy’s grinning gaze, and blushed crimson. As she reached for her purse, clearly intent on getting out of there as quickly as possible, Tommy wasted no time focusing on her tank top. It was short enough that an inch or so of skin was already exposed above her jeans. He was elated when the fabric suddenly began to rise up her torso. His glee increased as her shapely breasts became completely exposed while the gathering of her top came to rest under her armpits.

Again she let out a shriek, much louder than the first one, attracting the attention of the other patrons. She frantically grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled downward, but to her utter distress and bewilderment she ran into an uncontrollable resistance and was unable to pull it down. Tommy couldn't help but laugh out loud as the now near-hysterical woman grabbed her purse, crossed her arms over herself, and made a mad dash for the exit, leaving her half-eaten hamburger splattered on the floor. Even after she disappeared into the mall, her shrieks of anguish could still be heard over the laughter of the customers.

Tommy finished his lunch feeling quite satisfied with himself. “Ah, yes. Life is good—and it’s about to get even better,” he said aloud, a smile spreading across his face in anticipation.

Instead of "Carrie" taking out her vengeful thoughts on the high schoolers, it will be "The Revenge of Tommy". It seems his revenge will be
cold and calculated to bring out the most humiliation possible. The people who picked on Tommy two years earlier are in for trouble.

Chapter 2: Stripped Topless by the Pool

More than two years had elapsed since that fateful day of humiliation, yet Tommy was still haunted by the memory. Not that he had much choice in the matter—his classmates weren’t about to let him forget it. Karen, Sally, Cindy, Linda, Nancy, and a couple of the guys had all ended up at the same high school as Tommy, and it seemed that at least once a day, one of them would find some way to tease him about what had happened that infamous day.

Living with Sally, who was relentless with her teasing, only compounded his torment. Just the other morning, over a bowl of cereal, she had chirped, "So, Tommy, I’m having a couple of girlfriends over this weekend. We were thinking, perhaps you could strip down and dance naked for us again? We could all watch that cute little dick of yours bobbing around while you perform. What do you say?" She giggled into her spoon while Tommy turned the shade of a ripe tomato, which only made her laugh harder.

At school, it wasn’t much better. Sometimes he’d catch a few girls pointing in his direction, whispering and snickering as they glanced him up and down, as if mentally stripping him bare again. The worst were the moments when one of them would catch his eye and hold up her hand, thumb and forefinger spaced an inch or two apart, clearly making fun of his little penis that was on display for them that day.

Scenes like that embarrassed him to no end, making him feel like they were seeing him naked all over again. But Tommy, with his knowledge that he had his newfound telekinetic power, was enjoying life now more than ever before.

They can tease me all they want. But we’ll see how much teasing they do after I have my fun with them. He smiled to himself at the prospect.

A lazy summer afternoon presented the opportunity he'd been waiting for. Tommy was lounging by the backyard pool, soaking up the sun and idly sipping a soda. Sally was nearby, flirting shamelessly with two boys from school under a tree just beyond the patio. She wore snug denim shorts and the top half of her coral bikini, her hands gripping a branch above her head in an oh-so-casual pose as she giggled at their attention. Tommy watched the scene as a deliciously wicked notion crept into his mind. What if he used TK to pop her bikini top right off?

But then another thought took shape, one even more absurd and exciting. What if he could do more than manipulate objects? What if he could actually stop time itself, freeze the entire world in place while he moved freely among the statues? The concept seemed preposterous, but he couldn't help indulging the fantasy.

He concentrated intensely, following Owen’s advice to draw on his own past humiliations. He thought of Sally's morning taunts, of the girls' mocking gestures, of his own helplessness on that awful day—and then the damnedest thing happened: Everything stopped! Sally and the boys were frozen in place, and could no longer be heard. Tommy blinked, stunned. Beyond the fence, a neighbor and her dog stood perfectly still. A passing car was frozen in the middle of the street. Not a sound. Not a single leaf stirred in the breeze.

Tommy, after recovering from his initial shock, let out a loud, “HOLY SHIT!” The words echoed across the motionless backyard.

After several moments of stunned disbelief, a grin spread across Tommy's face. This was real. This was actually happening. He possessed the power to stop time!

Eager to explore his newfound capability, he rose from the lounge chair and approached his sister. He carefully untied the knot at the back of her bikini top, then circled around to the front and drew it away from her body, revealing her chest in all its glory. It had been ages since he’d seen her topless, back when they bathed together as young kids. Tommy allowed himself a moment of appreciation, enjoying the sight of his now well-developed sister.

Rather than discarding the bikini top, inspiration struck. He crouched at her feet and wrapped it around her ankles, securing it with a snug double knot. For a brief moment, he considered tugging down her shorts too, but decided against it—for now. There would be plenty of time in the future to take things much further.

He returned to his lounge chair, sat down, and observed what he had wrought. Sally remained frozen in her pose, utterly unaware that her private assets were now on display. He grinned from ear to ear, feeling like the luckiest 15-year-old on earth.

After taking in the scene for a few minutes, it was time to restart the clock. He concentrated intensely. To Tommy’s relief and delight, time soon resumed.

* * * * *

Sally was enjoying her interaction with Paul and Stan, her two friends from school. She had a crush on Paul, and it seemed to her that he was building up the nerve to possibly ask her out. She was mid-giggle when something felt... off. Then suddenly, both boys’ jaws dropped, and they were gawking at her chest.

Sally was slow to react. Her hands were still above her head, gripping the branch. “What?” she asked, blinking. Then she felt a breeze against skin that was definitely supposed to be covered. She looked down.

“AAAAAGH!!” she shrieked. Her hands flew to her now-bare breasts just as she noticed the bikini top knotted firmly around her ankles. She frantically reached down to untie it, giving the two boys a pleasurable view of her breasts dangling downward, bobbing about in their freedom.

The knot wouldn’t budge. Panic-stricken, she made a run for the house, a run that much more resembled a hop since her bonded ankles restricted her gait considerably. She shrieked continuously, a high-pitched wail that carried across the neighborhood, her hands desperately attempting to cover her bouncing breasts while maintaining her balance.

“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD” she howled repeatedly, flushed with horror. As she hopped past the pool, she caught a glimpse of Tommy, lounging like a king, soda in hand, grinning like Christmas had come early.

Paul and Stan, still rooted in place, finally broke from their trance. They exchanged stunned looks, then walked off, still dazed. As they walked by Tommy, they were shaking their heads and grinning.

“Dude... that was un-fucking believable,” one of them muttered. "Thank you, there is a God!”

“You’re welcome,” Tommy said without looking up.

They both turned and looked at him quizzically as they continued on their way.

Tommy watched them go, then turned his attention to the house where Sally had disappeared. He could hear distant sounds of frustration—cries of anguish and drawers being opened and slammed.

He finished his soda, already contemplating future applications of his power. The possibilities were endless, the targets numerous, and the satisfaction of finally turning the tables utterly intoxicating.

The summer had only just begun.

Chapter 3: Sally Forced to Bare All

Tommy was just getting warmed up. After stripping the top off his sister using his recently discovered time-stop power, he had realized something incredible, something that made his pulse race with delicious possibility: He had the world wrapped around his finger. His tormentors from two years ago? They had no idea the tables were about to turn. The phrase "sweet revenge" would take on a whole new meaning before all was said and done.

And as for his sister Sally, she was about to learn that her little brother had all the power now, and there wasn’t a thing she could do about it. Two events, in particular, would make that painfully, undeniably clear.

About two weeks after her involuntary poolside exposure, Sally and Tommy were sitting in the living room watching some mindless afternoon television when a knock sounded at the front door. Sally answered, and it was Paul, one of her friends who witnessed her naked breasts in that aforementioned incident. She blushed when she saw him, and her first instinct was to slam the door and run upstairs, to hide beneath her covers until the memory of that humiliating moment finally faded from everyone's minds. But she was interested in him. Genuinely, stupidly interested. And so she would do her best to pretend her unfortunate "accident" had never happened.

She took a breath, smoothed her hair, and leaned casually against the frame with one hand on the door and the other braced on the jamb.

"Hey, Paul," she said, her voice slightly strained. "What's up?"

From his seat on the couch, Tommy watched this exchange with growing interest. It didn't take long for him to decide this might be a good time to take his sister's humiliation to the next level.

Tommy focused, locked in... and just like that, time stopped. The television's image froze mid-frame. A fly hovering near the window hung suspended in the air.

Tommy stood up, stretched, and wandered over to where his sister stood frozen in the doorway. Sally looked like a mannequin, perfectly posed, arms lifted, lips parted slightly in whatever she’d been about to say. She was barefoot, wearing her favorite pair of worn cutoff shorts and a snug halter top that showed off her tan belly.

The shorts were about to come off. He circled her once, then crouched at her feet to unbutton the denim. With a quick tug, he slid the shorts down her smooth legs, then gently lifted each foot so he could pull them free. He marveled at how easily her body moved, how light and pliable she felt, like she was a life-sized doll.

He carried the shorts upstairs and placed them neatly on her bed. Returning to the scene, he sat in his chair, looked at his sister and smiled. Her panties were a lacy, peach color, delicate and feminine, and he felt a stirring in his jeans as he took in the sexy vision she presented, standing there in the doorway with her panties on full display.

He was just about to start time, but then he had another whimsical notion. "What the hell," he said aloud with a mischievous grin. "Let's give her friend an extra thrill."

He returned to her side and gently lifted Sally's halter top completely off. He repositioned her hands so both arms were raised and stretched high above her head, giving Paul the best possible view of her exposed breasts when time resumed. He let out a soft whistle as he admired his sister, now posing sexily, clad only in her peach-colored panties. Giddy with laughter, Tommy jogged back upstairs and placed the top beside the shorts.

Again he came downstairs, sat in his chair and appraised the scene he had created. He was just about to restart time when another idea hit him. He stared at his panty-clad sister, and though it was a stimulating spectacle, there was something else he could do to add spice to the scenario, to push this prank into the realm of true humiliation. Up until now, Tommy had shown a lot of patience, preferring a gradual escalation to his sister's degradation. But we are talking about a 15-year-old boy here, a boy who had discovered godlike power and was drunk on the possibilities.

The temptation was irresistible. Grinning, he jumped up and he walked back to Sally, squatted before her frozen form, then tugged her panties down to her knees. He paused briefly in his crouch to appreciate his close-up view of her dark-blond triangle of pubic hair. He stood up and took a slow walk around his victim, taking in the frontal and rear view of what he thought was a perfectly shaped figure. Her ass was firm and rounded, her breasts well-formed. He unabashedly reached down and adjusted the growing protrusion in his pants (clearly, there was no concern of anyone noticing!) before taking his seat once more.

Tommy realized that there was one more thing he needed to take care of while the opportunity presented itself. He went into his bedroom and retrieved a towel and some lubricant. Again he plopped into the living room chair, but not before lowering his jeans and underpants to his ankles. He raised his shirt partially up his back and for the next few minutes, using the vision of his near-naked sister along with the knowledge of her impending humiliation as stimuli, he proceeded to avail himself of the pleasure of self-gratification. He came with a stifled groan, his spend landing on the towel he'd spread across his lap.

Now a very satisfied young man, Tommy cleaned himself up and repositioned his clothes. He was ready for the next portion of his most enjoyable morning. He started time and watched with fascination as, like before, Sally didn’t immediately react.

Sally blinked. She took in Paul's expression, the way his eyes had gone wide and his jaw had dropped open. She followed his gaze downward, down her own body, and she saw herself, standing in their doorway wearing nothing but her own skin and a pair of panties pooled around her knees.

“OH MY GOD!” she shrieked, her hands diving to cover herself as she scrambled to pull her panties back up with frantic, clumsy movements. "OH, NO!" she continued as she slammed the door in Paul's stunned face. “SON OF A BITCH!” she howled, as she bolted past a very relaxed and very smug Tommy and made a mad dash up the stairs.

Tommy casually sipped his soda. “That went well,” he said softly to himself with a smile.

Upstairs, Sally slammed her bedroom door and collapsed against it, her face burning. She was mortified beyond words, still stunned by what had happened and completely bewildered by how it had happened.

Then she saw her halter top and shorts, neatly folded on her bed. Her jaw dropped. She hurriedly pulled them back on and, after taking a few minutes to gather herself, she came back downstairs to question her brother.

Tommy didn’t even look up from the TV.

“Do you know anything about this?” she asked with exasperation. Her cheeks were still a bright shade of red.

Tommy finally turned, his face the picture of smug innocence. "Well, I do know that if I were you, I’d be super embarrassed right now. I think you’re coming on a little too strong with your new friend, Sally. You should think about easing into this relationship instead of tearing off your clothes every time he comes by for a visit,” Tommy teased. “And I have a pretty good feeling that he will be back." He chuckled to himself and paused to enjoy her expression. "But in case I did have anything to do with this," he continued, "my advice to you would be to be very nice to me from now on. Very, very nice. Because I might just decide to help you with your wardrobe again sometime.”

"Fuck off, you little twerp," she snapped, but her voice lacked conviction. There was fear there now, an uncertainty.

Tommy shrugged and stood up. “Okay, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Let’s just say that I might make literature class veeeery interesting for you tomorrow afternoon.” He started to walk off toward the kitchen, but took a final glance over his shoulder. “Just something to think about, Sis.”

Sally stared after him, feeling more than a little ill at ease. Something had shifted between them, something she didn't fully understand but could feel in her bones, like a premonition.

Tommy whistled as he disappeared down the hall, his grin growing wider with every step.

* * * * *

Literature class was the one class that Tommy and Sally shared. Sally was seated in the row by the windows, in the second seat from the back, while Tommy plopped down in the very last seat a row over, already imagining how interesting the class was about to become.

Sally, uneasy after Tommy’s cryptic comment about making class “interesting,” had stolen a few nervous glances back at her brother since class started. She had no idea what he might do, or how he might do it, but the memory of having twice found herself suddenly and inexplicably missing articles of clothing was enough to send her anxiety soaring.

About ten minutes into the lecture, Tommy made his move. He stopped time and approached his sister, but just as he was about to unbutton her blouse, an idea occurred to him. Her humiliation would be much more exquisite, much more memorable, if she could experience the disrobing herself. He concentrated hard, focusing his will on pulling Sally out of the time-freeze while keeping everyone else locked in stillness. At first, nothing happened. Tommy was just about to abandon the attempt when Sally suddenly blinked and looked around.

“What the hell...?” she whispered. "What's going on?"

Tommy looked around and to his utter delight he saw that everyone was frozen except for Sally and him. He stood over her, beaming at his success. “Welcome to my world,” he said.

She jumped slightly at the sound of his voice. "What's going on?" she demanded again, her voice rising toward panic. "Tommy, what did you do? Why isn't anyone moving?"

He leaned in close, enjoying her confusion. “That’s right, Sally, I was indeed responsible for your missing clothes. Both times. And guess what? Everyone else here is completely frozen in time. Except you and me. Pretty cool, huh?”

Sally was agape as she slowly took in what was transpiring. “You... you did that?”

“Oh yes. And now, you’re going to do something for me.” She listened in horror as her brother continued. “Here’s the gig, Sis. You’re going to take your blouse off for me right here and now. You're going to unbutton it slowly, one button at a time, and then you're going to hand it to me. In fact, from now on, you're going to do everything I tell you." He paused to let that sink in, watching the horror bloom across her face.

"If you fail to obey me," he continued, "if you hesitate or refuse or try to run, I will freeze you as I have before and remove all of your clothes myself, then restart time and watch how you react to being naked in public. In front of your classmates. In front of your teacher. In front of everyone."

Tommy watched the disbelief spread across Sally's face and smiled, thoroughly enjoying her stunned silence. Unfazed by her lack of response, he pressed on. "Now take your blouse off, please.”

For Sally, the reality and magnitude of her dire situation was slowly starting to sink in, but she couldn't quite believe that her brother was capable of performing such a supernatural feat, even as she sat amid the eerie stillness.

"You... you can't really do that, can you?" she asked, with a hope that was rapidly deteriorating. "Tommy, please, this isn't funny. This is crazy. You can't just... you can't make me..."

"Tell you what, Sis, why don't I give you a little demonstration of what I'm capable of? A little preview of the main event." Without waiting for a response, Tommy walked over and stopped beside the desk of someone he had never liked. The guy had always been loud, arrogant, and dismissive.

Without hesitation, Tommy began removing his clothes, unbuttoning the shirt, sliding the belt free, working the jeans down his motionless legs. Sally watched from her desk open-mouthed, her mind struggling to process what she was seeing. The classroom remained frozen around them, completely unaware that their classmate was being systematically stripped naked in their midst.

Tommy placed each garment in a neat pile against the back wall. When he finished, he stepped back to admire his handiwork, and Sally found herself staring at the same thing: a frozen student, now completely nude.

Under normal circumstances, Sally, who had already exhibited a predilection for humiliation—so long as it was imposed on someone other than herself—would have been salivating over the impending fate of the naked boy. But the horrified expression frozen on her face revealed that she understood precisely what this demonstration meant. Tommy wasn't just showing off his power. He was showing her what awaited her.

"So, what do you think, Sis?" asked Tommy. "He's got a pretty big dick, doesn't he?" Tommy had pulled the student's legs apart so Sally could get a full view of his nakedness, and indeed Sally was staring at the lad's rather large member.

"But I'll bet he's not anxious to show it off to everyone here," Tommy continued. "Can you imagine the embarrassment? The absolute mortification of finding yourself suddenly, inexplicably naked in front of your entire class?"

Sally, who could now absolutely foresee herself in the same ill-fated predicament, was at a loss for words.

"Okay," he continued. "You asked if I could really have you stark naked in the middle of the classroom. You wondered if I was bluffing. As you can see, the answer is, 'absolutely!' Are you ready for the full experience?" He stepped closer to her desk, leaning down so that his face was level with hers. "Now, as you watch his reaction, I want you to picture yourself in his place. You're sitting there minding your own business, then, in a split second you suddenly find yourself completely nude. Your clothes have vanished, and they're nowhere in sight. How do you think you would react? How would you feel?"

"Oh, Tommy, please, don't do—"

But she never finished her sentence. Because suddenly, impossibly, class resumed as though nothing had happened. Well, almost nothing. One panic-stricken student was thrashing about in his seat as though possessed by a mad demon. He seemed to be looking frantically for something he had lost, as though his life depended on finding it.

Almost as quickly as the bizarre scene had begun, it came to a halt. Tommy had stopped time again. He had let it play out for only a couple of seconds, long enough for the frantic boy to experience his nakedness, but not quite long enough for it to register with anyone else. Tommy was saving his best for his sister, who sat rigidly at her desk in stunned silence. If Tommy didn’t know better, he would have thought she was frozen along with everyone else.

“Pretty convincing, huh?” Tommy said as he began redressing the poor guy, who was frozen with an expression of sheer panic. "He'll probably think it was some weird panic attack or something," said Tommy as he went about his task. "Imagine how relieved he'll be when I start time, and he'll have his clothes back on."

Tommy started to put the underpants on his victim when a whimsical thought occurred to him. He shoved the boxer shorts into the desk of the student in front of him.

"I'll give him something to think about. When he realizes he's going commando, he may have doubts about it being a panic attack," he said as he pulled the student's pants on.

“Especially after he sees what happens to you,” Tommy added as he tied the boy’s shoes. “After he watches you go through the same experience, but with much longer exposure."

Tommy casually walked back to Sally's desk and looked down at her, folding his arms across his chest. "So, my dear sister, what's it gonna be? Are you going to take your blouse off for me, nice and cooperative-like? Or do I have to stop time and strip you completely nude?" he asked almost nonchalantly, as if he was asking her if she'd rather have pizza or a sandwich for lunch.

Sally's breathing became faster as she considered her imminent fate. Her arms crossed instinctively over her chest. “Oh God, please don’t do this to me, Tommy. Please. I'm begging you. I’ll do anything. I'll do your chores and your homework for you whenever you want! Anything!” she pleaded desperately. "Just please, please don't do this."

"That's a very nice offer. Thank you, Sis. I'll probably take you up on that, actually. But I'd still like you to take off your blouse."

"Tommy, pl..." she started, but he cut her off with a raised hand.

"Last warning," he said, and there was no playfulness in his voice now.

Sally had no alternative. She knew it, he knew it. Sniveling softly, she began unbuttoning her blouse, her fingers trembling.

“Good,” Tommy said. “This is going to be fun. For me, anyway.”

She slipped the garment off her shoulders, letting it slide down her arms, and stood there in her plain beige bra. Nice size, maybe a D-cup, Tommy estimated.

Without hesitation, he plucked the blouse from her fingers. “I’ll take the bra too,” he said calmly.

Sally flinched, but she wasn’t surprised. With slow, reluctant fingers, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She slid it off her shoulders and watched in stunned silence as Tommy walked to the window with her blouse and bra in hand. With deliberate flair, he tossed both garments out the open window, where they fluttered two stories down to the lawn below. Tommy had no doubt that his sister remembered how he had been forced to throw his own clothes out the window just over two years earlier.

Sally hugged her arms tightly across her chest, her voice cracking with panic. “Please, Tommy, I’m begging you. Please, PLEASE let me go get my clothes before you wake everyone up.”

Tommy's response gave her momentary hope. “Alright, I’ll give you a chance. I can be reasonable."

"We’re going to play a little game," Tommy said. "Stand up and clasp your hands behind your head.” Sally hesitated, but complied. Tommy then reached into his desk and produced two large feathers, and Sally felt her stomach drop as she recognized their significance instantly. They were identical to the ones she had used on him two years before, and they had contributed to his ultimate humiliation, his loss of his underpants in front of the entire seventh and eighth grade classes.

“Here's how it works,” Tommy said, twirling the feathers between his fingers. “It's very straightforward. All you have to do is keep your hands behind your head for three minutes. If you can do that, you win, and you get your clothes back.”

He stepped closer. "But if you lose, if you move those hands, you lose all your clothes. Pretty simple, right? It's all up to you."

Sally didn’t answer, but the dread in her eyes spoke volumes.

"Okay," Tommy said, positioning himself beside her. "Here we go. Try to stay like that, and keep your hands behind your head.. otherwise... you’ll be naked.”

He began gently, almost tenderly, stroking the feathers across her ears. The sensation was ticklish but bearable, and Sally felt a small surge of hope, that maybe, just maybe she could do this, maybe three minutes wasn't so long, maybe she could endure.

The feathers brushed down her cheeks, then skimmed along her neck. Sally squirmed despite herself, her body responding to the sensation. Then Tommy moved lower, tracing slow, teasing circles around her breasts, coming close but never quite touching her most sensitive areas. Sally bit her lip, and Tommy smiled as she squirmed deliciously.

Tommy toyed with her, brushing the feathers across the tips of her nipples, stroking back and forth with maddening softness that made her want to scream. Her face tightened. Tears welled in her eyes. Only a minute had passed. One minute down, two to go, and already Sally felt like she was losing her mind.

Tommy moved the feathers up her sides, drawing closer to her armpits, and Sally felt panic rising in her chest. She knew what was coming. She knew how sensitive she was there.

When he finally reached her armpits, Sally let out a gasp and instinctively pushed the feathers away with both hands. Tommy leaned back and sighed in mock disappointment. “Aww, that’s too bad, Sis. Looks like we all get to see you naked after all. You were so close, too. Well, not really." He grinned. “You can take your jeans off now, then toss them out the window.”

Sally stood there, dumbstruck and motionless. Tommy was starting to lose patience. “Okay, here’s the deal," he said, and I'm only going to explain this once. You do as I say right now, or you won't just be naked in this classroom. You'll be naked tonight at center court during the basketball game against Jefferson. In front of both student bodies. Hundreds of people. Trust me, I can make that happen.” He took a step closer. “So... this classroom, right now, with twenty-something witnesses? Or a much bigger stage, with hundreds of cameras and phones recording every moment?”

"Please, To..." Sally started to plead, but the words died in her throat. She could see in his eyes that there was no mercy to be found, no bargaining that would change the outcome. She swallowed hard, her lips trembling with the effort not to break down completely.

She bent down, her fingers fumbling with the straps of her sandals as she removed them. She handed them to Tommy without meeting his eyes. Without a word, he pitched them out the window with a casual flick of his wrists.

With tears starting to drip down her red cheeks, she reached for her jeans. She unfastened the button, unzipped, and slid the denim down her legs, revealing a pair of hip-hugging, white nylon panties.

After slipping her jeans off, she clutched them to her chest and looked at Tommy pleadingly. He simply pointed to the window, his expression impassive.

“Oh, God,” whimpered his sister. She dropped her jeans through the window, watching helplessly as they drifted to the ground and landed in a crumpled heap on the grass below.

“That's my girl,” Tommy said, sounding like he was praising a pet for performing a trick. “Now the panties.”

Sally stood still, her body trembling from the cold air against her exposed skin and the humiliation of what she was about to do. Then, with a deep breath, she slipped out of the last vestiges of clothing she had. She covered herself with her hands, cheeks blazing with shame, and let her panties dangle loosely from her fingers.

“I’ll take these,” said the smiling Tommy as he snatched the panties from his sister and stuffed them in his pocket. “We’ll find something creative to do with them.”

(Sally wouldn’t see her panties again until the next morning. By then, word had spread through the school with the speed that only humiliation could achieve. Students gathered outside, pointing and laughing and taking photos, to see them proudly displayed atop the flagpole, flapping in the wind. By then, everyone knew who they belonged to. Everyone knew what had happened. Everyone knew, and everyone was talking, and everyone was laughing.)

"Take your seat now, Sally," Tommy said cheerfully, as if inviting her to breakfast. “It’s time to get things rolling.”

Covering her sex as best she could, Sally shuffled back to her desk. She was extremely embarrassed for her brother to see her this way, but she knew this was like a walk in the park compared to what she was about to endure.

She tried one last time to gain Tommy’s compassion, her voice cracking in desperation. “Tommy, please don’t wake them up! I’ll give you anything. I’ll do anything! Please!"

Tommy’s face hardened. "Number one," he said, "you should have thought of that two years ago. Number two, yes, you will do anything I want you to. Because now I own you. Completely. And one of the first things you’ll do... is run out of here naked. For everyone here to see. For everyone to point at and laugh at and remember forever."

He grinned, and it showed how much he was enjoying this. "Are you ready?” He grinned. “Here we go...”

“NO!” Sally screamed, dropping to a crouch behind her desk and curling into herself.

But instead of restarting time right away, Tommy froze Sally. There was still a bit he needed to tend to first, still preparations to make for the main event.

He reached into his desk and pulled out a coil of rope and a pair of scissors. “Time for Sally to bond with a few classmates,” he said aloud, smirking at his own joke.

Chuckling to himself, he took a few minutes (well, in real time it was a grand total of exactly zero minutes) to complete his task. He moved through the frozen classroom, positioning ropes, preparing bonds, setting everything in place for the moment when time would resume and Sally's real nightmare would begin.

Satisfied with his preparations, Tommy returned to his seat. He took a deep breath, grinned, and restarted time for everyone except the instructor.

It's a winner - nice to see someone out for, and achieving revenge. OK, the whole 'powers' concept threw me for a bit of a loop initially but hey, it's a story (well written and hilarious) so I'll just sit back and enjoy the ride.

Chapter 4: Chaos in the Classroom

When Sally took her seat, she was fairly certain she knew what was coming. Her one objective was simple: to limit her exposure as much as possible. She had planned her exit strategy. She would grab her books, slip out of her desk, and make a beeline for the door, doing it as quickly and quietly as humanly possible.

Three seconds, tops, she told herself. With my athleticism, I’ll be gone before they even notice.

But when time restarted, Sally could tell immediately that something was terribly wrong. Well, aside from the obvious, mortifying fact that she was completely naked among her fully clothed classmates. When she reached for her books, her arms wouldn't budge. Panic shot through her as she realized her left arm was stretched out and immobilized, bound by a rope tied tightly around her wrist. The other end was secured to a metal pole situated by the window, the same window through which Sally's clothes had so unceremoniously exited mere moments before.

Even more alarming to Sally was the realization that her right arm was also immobilized. The desk to her right had been shoved flush against hers, and to her horror, she discovered that her right wrist was handcuffed to the left wrist of the girl beside her. Even worse, the chain of the cuffs looped tightly around the backs of their desks, anchoring both of their arms in place.

For the reader’s edification, it’s worth noting that while time was stopped, Tommy had been an industrious young man. Armed with rope and scissors, he’d carefully measured and cut five lengths, each with just the right amount of slack. The classroom was arranged in five rows, with Sally seated in the far-left row by the windows. Tommy had started on the opposite side of the room, in the second desk from the back, then worked his way across, tethering each successive pair of students by their adjacent wrists.

When he reached the girl beside Sally, he used a slightly longer rope, then pushed her desk until it was flush with Sally’s. Finally, he handcuffed their wrists together behind the desks.

Tommy knew this girl a little bit. Her name was Molly, and he had an inkling that having her up close and personal with Sally would add a little spice to the whole experience. That hunch would prove to be even more spot-on than he ever could have imagined.

To complete the arrangement, Tommy tied Sally’s left wrist to the conveniently placed pole by the window. Of the five students he’d selected, only the boy on the far right retained the use of one hand.

More significantly, only one of the five was naked.

For his final touch, he placed the handcuff key squarely on Sally's desk, well out of reach of either girl's bound hands. With everything in place, his work was done. All that remained was to restart time, sit back, enjoy the scene as it unfolded, and let the chaos begin.

* * * * *

As time resumed, Sally immediately began to struggle frantically, yanking and twisting against her restraints. Beside her, Molly, initially startled by her own limited mobility, suddenly noticed something that made her forget her discomfort entirely. A wide, delighted grin spread across her face as comprehension dawned.

"You're naked!" Molly keenly observed, her eyes sweeping over Sally's exposed form with undisguised delight and disbelief.

“I know! Oh, shit!” cried Sally, her voice cracking with panic as she looked at both of her wrists, desperately hoping she might find some way to free herself. She bent over and clenched her knees together while frantically trying to pull her arms free, her athletic three-second exit plan having gone out the window along with her clothes. “This can't be happening! This cannot be happening!"

Molly, unfazed by Sally’s panic, leaned in closer with curiosity. "Why are you naked?"

“It's not my choice, you stupid cow!” Sally spat, her face flushing an even deeper crimson. Needless to say, the outburst did little to earn sympathy from her new seatmate. If anything, it only seemed to increase Molly's enjoyment of Sally's predicament.

Then Sally saw the key. Sitting right in the middle of her desk, like a taunt, like a cruel joke.

"The key!" she shouted, twisting toward Molly with renewed desperation. "For the handcuffs! Get us loose! Please, just grab it and get us loose!"

"I can't," said Molly, and there was a certain amount of pleasure in her voice. She tilted her head to the right, her grin widening. “Take a look.”

Sally followed her gaze, and when she discovered what her brother had done, she nearly lost her mind. “What the... oh my God! This can’t be happening!"

The bizarre sight of five students tethered wrist-to-wrist in a chain across the classroom had already drawn curious stares, but so far only Tommy, Molly, and Sally were aware that one of those five students was sitting naked at her desk. That was about to change.

"Look! She's naked!" a guy shouted from the middle of the room, leaping to his feet and pointing directly at her. "Holy shit, everyone look! That girl is completely naked!"

Over thirty pairs of eyes whipped toward the mortified, crimson-faced girl near the back corner of the classroom. Gasps and laughter erupted as students stood up for better looks at the naked girl writhing helplessly at her desk.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Sally whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut as if that might somehow make the crowd disappear. She was on the verge of a total breakdown.

Then, finally, a glimmer of hope. She saw the guy in the far-right row loosening his rope, working at the knot with his free hand, while the girl next to him began working on hers. If they could keep it up, Molly’s right hand would eventually be free, and she could grab the key. But progress was painfully slow. And the girl on Sally’s right wasn’t helping matters in the slightest.

"You know," Molly mused, "you have really nice tits."

Sally’s mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. She had no idea how to respond, and absolutely no desire to have this girl admiring her breasts while she was trapped and helpless.

“Everyone can see them,” Molly added, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "They're just hanging out there, all perky and exposed, and you're completely helpless to cover them up. Must be absolutely maddening."

Again, Sally had no response to the obvious but biting remarks. Her mind had gone blank with humiliation.

"You must be really embarrassed," Molly continued, clearly enjoying herself. "I mean, if I were naked in front of the entire class, all of them staring at me, I'd probably just want to curl up and die."

Sally clenched her teeth, seething.

"I'm sure glad I have all my clothes on," Molly added, looking down at her own outfit.

Sally was fit to be tied (yes, pun intended). "Help me!" she cried out, her voice rising with genuine panic as she addressed the room at large. "Please, can somebody help me? Anyone? I'll do anything, just please!"

She turned to look, desperate for any friendly face. Progress, at last. The girl in the fourth row was now free, shaking her wrist with relief, and the guy in the middle row was tugging at Tommy's elaborate knot with determination. Slowly, painfully, the line was working its way toward her.

“I mean,” Molly mused, "this has to be your worst nightmare, right? Trapped naked in class, tied up, everyone gawking at you? But it's real. It's actually happening."

"Shut the fuck UP, would you?" Sally screamed, her composure finally cracking completely. "Please, somebody help! Anyone!"

Nearly everyone remained frozen in place, either mesmerized by the unfolding spectacle or reveling in it with voyeuristic delight. Most fell squarely into the latter camp, their phones out, their eyes gleaming at the prospect of witnessing someone else's complete humiliation.

But there was one Good Samaritan in the crowd. A girl in horn-rimmed glasses quietly slipped from her desk and began making her way toward Sally. From his seat, Tommy raised a hand and wagged his finger at her like a disapproving parent, his expression making his message clear: Don't even think about it.

She met his gaze, saw the warning, and kept walking anyway.

Sally's eyes widened with desperate relief. "Oh God, thank you!" she gasped as the girl reached down for the rope. "Thank you, thank you, you're a lifesaver, I—"

But before the Good Samaritan could begin untying the knot, time froze.

Tommy stood with a sigh and strolled toward the would-be rescuer. “Eventually,” he muttered to himself, “people are going to start listening to me."

He crouched down, unsnapped her jeans, and slid them to her ankles, revealing ice-blue cotton panties and pale, skinny legs. Figuring that should do the trick, that the embarrassment would send her scurrying back to her seat, he sat down and restarted time.

The Good Samaritan had just bent down to work on the knot when she felt a coolness on her legs. “What the—?” she gasped, glancing down to find her pants pooled around her ankles. Her face turned scarlet. Nervously looking around, she couldn’t tell if everyone was looking at her or still staring at Sally. For the sake of her sanity, she assumed it was Sally.

Shaking off her embarrassment, she yanked her pants up and turned back to the knot. She caught Tommy’s eye again, and he gave her the same look, same finger wag, same silent warning. She ignored it. Determined to help her classmate, she got back to work, her fingers picking at the knot.

Tommy was starting to get annoyed. Really annoyed. It was time to step up the humiliation.

"Unbelievable,” he muttered, rising from his seat once more as he froze time again. He was getting into the habit of talking to himself during time-stops, perhaps just to break the eerie silence. “Well,” he mused, “if she really likes my sister so much... maybe I'll let her get up close and personal with her. Really up close. Really personal."

The Good Samaritan was about to find herself in a Bad Situation.

Tommy again lowered her jeans to her ankles, but this time he stripped them all the way off, along with her sandals. He decided to leave her panties on—after all, Sally was to be the star of the show—but for good measure he pulled off her long-sleeved sweater. He was surprised to discover that she was not wearing a bra, though her pale, freckled breasts were small enough that Tommy figured she probably didn't really need one.

He was pretty sure that she would not be particularly thrilled to put them on display for her fellow students.

He dropped the discarded clothes on the floor by the window and lifted the Good Samaritan up. She probably didn't weigh a hundred pounds. He set her on Sally's lap, positioning them so they were facing each other, intimately close. There wasn't a lot of room between Sally and her desk, but there was just enough to wedge her in. It was a snug fit.

"Perfect," said Tommy. "It'll take a little effort for her to get out. A lot of effort, actually."

Before stepping away, he carefully arranged the Good Samaritan’s limp arms around Sally's torso, wedging them snugly between her back and the chair, creating the illusion of an intimate, lover’s embrace. He positioned her face so that she and Sally were mouth-to-mouth, their lips touching, their breasts snuggled together. Tommy thought it was quite an erotic sight.

He sat back in his chair, smiled with satisfaction, and restarted time. He was very much looking forward to watching the scene unfold.

* * * * *

Sally’s sense of impending relief suddenly took a drastic turn. One moment, she had felt the tugging at her bound wrist, the promise of rescue; then, seemingly out of nowhere, she felt pressure across her lap. It took a few seconds for the altered setting to sink in. Something warm and soft pressed against her chest. Something else brushed her mouth.

The realization arrived in stages. The weight on her lap was human. The skin against her own was bare. The lips that touched hers belonged to the girl who had been trying to save her. Was she kissing her? She pulled her mouth away in disgust, wiping her lips against her shoulder.

"GET OFF! GET OFF ME!" she screamed. Her shrieks could barely be heard over the eruption from her shocked, but thoroughly entertained fellow students.

Meanwhile, it took even longer for the Good Samaritan to comprehend her most awkward situation. Her first sensation was a draft on her backside, in stark contrast to the warmth she felt across the front of her torso. She could feel her lips in contact with something and could feel and smell the breath of another person, impossibly close. A split second later, she heard the screaming in her ear. She looked down, and to her horror, discovered her state of undress, along with her intimate proximity to someone even more naked than she.

“AAAGGH!” was about as articulate an utterance as she could manage as she feverishly tried to extricate her arms from behind Sally’s back. The movement was violent and desperate. Sally hindered the effort by leaning back as far as she could, equally determined to separate herself from her involuntary partner. It was now her turn to yell in Sally’s ear.

"Lean forward!" the girl cried.

“I am!” Sally snapped. She tried to comply, but physics betrayed her. The handcuffs held her wrists pinned behind her, preventing the range of motion she needed.

With a gasp of relief, the Good Samaritan managed to yank her arms free from behind Sally's back.

“Get off me, goddammit!” Sally screamed, but the Good Samaritan’s frenzied attempts to extricate herself went for naught, much to the amusement of her classmates. The girl tried to rise, her knees slipping against Sally's sweat-slicked thighs. “Oh, God! I’m trying! Oh! Lean back!” she implored, her voice pitched high with hysteria. “I can’t squeeze out of here! Ohhhh!”

“I am!” Sally shot back. She strained backward, her shoulder blades digging into the back of her chair. “You lean back!” she yelled, still wedged at an awkward angle.

"I can't! This desk... ohhhh!" The Good Samaritan tried to lean forward from the desk to free up some space, but she encountered another obstacle. “And your big... oh!... your tits are in the way!”

To the delight of the witnesses, the two girls continued to wriggle and writhe against each other, squirming and thrashing in a frantic bid to break free from their thoroughly humiliating entanglement. Sally could feel every eye on them, could sense the phones recording every mortifying second.

“This is amazing,” Molly said cheerfully. From her front-row seat, she had a perfect view, and she was drinking in every moment. “I don’t know what the hell is happening here, but I sincerely hope it never stops.”

At long last, the Good Samaritan managed to plant her right foot on the floor, finally gaining some leverage. With a grunt that sounded like a weightlifter completing a deadlift, she wriggled free of Sally’s lap. In the process, their nipples brushed lightly against each other, an accidental touch that made both girls freeze and lock eyes in mortified silence.

“Aww,” cooed Molly, leaning forward in her seat, her own chest pressing against the edge of her desk. “Such a tender little moment for you two.”

The Good Samaritan snapped her gaze away and spotted her clothes crumpled in a heap on the floor. Without another word, she bolted toward them.

Meanwhile, Sally, whose own situation was far from resolved, noticed the handcuff key still sitting untouched on her desk. “The key! Please, come get the key!” she called out desperately.

But the Good Samaritan, who had no intention of sticking around for a third round, was about to leave the party. As she hastily pulled on the last of her clothes, hopping on one foot to get her jeans up, she shot one final glance at Sally and gave a disbelieving shake of her head. Clearly, her best bet was to get as far away as possible. Grabbing her backpack, she bolted toward the door.

One last hurdle remained. For reasons known only to the prank gods (and Tommy), the teacher’s desk was wedged directly in front of the exit. Undeterred, she scrambled up onto it, twisted the doorknob from her hands and knees, slid off the far side, and disappeared into the hallway. It would be a full two weeks before she found the nerve to return to school.

Meanwhile, the stunned and spellbound classroom slowly turned its attention back to the far corner, where the thoroughly frazzled Sally remained at the epicenter of the chaos. She looked to her right and, to her relief, saw that the guy seated in the middle row was untying Molly’s wrist. When the rope finally fell away, she saw a light at the end of the tunnel.

"Oh, thank God!" she said. "Quick! The key! Unlock the cuffs!"

But Molly didn’t seem particularly interested in following Sally's desperate pleas. Instead, she used her free hand to reach into her desk for her cell phone, her movements unhurried, as if she had all the time in the world. Then, with a twinkle in her eye, she turned toward the anguished Sally. “I simply must capture this moment,” she said, holding the phone out at arm’s length and aiming it squarely at Sally's blushing face and chest.

Click. Click. Click.

Sally squeezed her eyes shut and turned away as far as her restraints would allow. "NO! Please, stop! Stop it, you bitch! Get me out of here!"

Molly lowered the phone and calmly scrolled through her new collection. “Oh, these are nice,” she said. “Very nice. Wanna see?” She held up the screen, but Sally didn’t even glance.

“No! I’m begging you, just get the key!”

Molly ignored her and flipped through the photos again for her own entertainment. “Honestly, you have really nice tits. Did I mention that? They're really photogenic. The lighting in here does wonders for your skin tone.”

Sally was beyond exasperation. "Just get this fucking key, would you? PLEASE!"

"Oh, you mean this key?" she asked as she reached over and picked it up from Sally's desk. She held it between two fingers, letting it catch the light, twirling it slowly.

"Yes! Please, now unlock the cuffs!"

"Hmm," said Molly as she held up the key and stared at it with a confused look on her face, tilting her head to one side "I'm not sure I'd know how to do that. After all, I'm just a stupid cow, remember?"

Sally groaned. “Oh please, I didn’t mean that! I’m sorry! Just get me loose!”

Molly leaned in, grinning slyly. “So... who’s the stupid cow now?”

Sally knew what she had to say, and she was willing to do whatever it took to escape from the room as quickly as possible. "I am," said Sally.

"Say it."

"I'm a stupid cow."

"Good girl. Actually, you're a stupid naked cow, aren't you?"

Sally’s face felt like it was on fire. "Yes. Please..."

"Say it."

"I'm a stupid naked cow! Come on, please!" screamed Sally as she eyed the key in Molly's fingers.

"That's not quite right. You forgot to accentuate the word 'naked.'"

"Oh, Jesus! I’m a stupid naked cow, alright?"

Molly was enjoying her control over the anxious girl immensely and wasn't quite ready to relinquish her dominance. "I believe you also called me a bitch."

"Oh, shit. I'm SORRY! Please, just do it! I'm begging you!" Sally could hear the desperation in her own voice, but she was far past caring.

“Alright,” she said, twirling the key between her fingers. “If you get down on your hands and knees and properly beg, I’ll unlock the cuffs.”

Sally let out a strangled noise of frustration. She would absolutely have been willing to do just that, but of course they both knew that was impossible. "I ca... please, you know I can't! Oh God, please just... please!"

Molly looked Sally up and down, making no effort to hide her enjoyment. "Did I mention that you have really nice tits?"

Sally’s jaw quivered. She couldn’t muster a response.

"Can you say it?" Molly prompted.

Sally squeezed her eyes shut. "Oh jeez... I have really nice tits!"

"And you're naked."

"Yes! Please!"

"Say it."

"I'm naked!" Sally yelled in exasperation.

"You forgot the really nice tits part."

Sally nearly sobbed. "Oh, for Christ’s sake... I’m naked and I have really nice tits!"

Molly snorted and set her elbow on the desk. "Yes, you do," she said, then reached over and tweaked one of Sally’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger, causing her to jerk her body as much as her binds would allow.

“Okay, let’s see what we can do here,” Molly mused as she inserted the key into the handcuff’s lock. Sally watched with wide, desperate eyes as Molly turned the key, freeing her right wrist. She wasted no time scrambling out of her chair, nearly tumbling to the floor in her haste to escape.

"Hey, where are you going?" Molly called after her, deadpan. "Is it something I said?"

Ignoring her antagonist, Sally pivoted and attacked the knot binding her left wrist to the window pole. Realizing it would go faster with both hands, she awkwardly turned her back to the class and began working at the knot. "Oh God, please! Oh God, please! Oh God, please!" she chanted, her fingers fumbling desperately with the stubborn knot. With her naked backside facing her captivated audience, her hips wiggled with each tug as she shifted her weight from foot to foot, unwittingly putting on a show her delighted audience wouldn’t soon forget.

Finally the rope slipped free. Sally bolted up the aisle, abandoning her books and covering herself with both arms. She hit the turn like a running back, albeit a naked one with bouncing breasts. The teacher’s desk loomed ahead, a final obstacle.

She hesitated. The only way out was over the desk, just as the Good Samaritan had done before her. Only this time, it would prove to be much more entertaining for her fellow students.

With a whimper of resignation, she clambered up onto the desk on all fours, giving her enthralled audience an unguarded display of her secret charms. She reached down awkwardly, fumbled with the knob, then slithered off the other side and disappeared. She could be heard blubbering as her bare feet slapped against the hallway floor.

Outside, she hurriedly scooped up her clothes and began dressing with shaking hands. As she pulled her top down over her head, a sudden eruption of noise made her flinch. She looked up, and there they were: Tommy, Molly, and the entire class at the second-story windows, whooping and clapping like they’d just witnessed a curtain call.

Sally’s face burned with embarrassment. She staggered away, refusing to look back.

In the aftermath, Tommy sat contentedly at his desk, hands laced behind his head, basking in his latest triumph. He caught Molly’s eye; she was still snickering, clearly having enjoyed her role in Sally’s debacle. He made a mental note to consider her for future plans. She might make a great accomplice, and a pretty one at that.

And who knows? We have a lot in common. Maybe it could lead to something more?

“One down, many more to go,” he said aloud, allowing himself a broad, satisfied smile.

Chapter 5: Cindy's Classroom Humiliation

Tommy didn’t have a grand master plan for avenging his past humiliations. Much like Sister Ruth, he enjoyed not knowing exactly what he would do next or, for that matter, whom he might target. He knew that with his special powers, he could take situations as they came and simply go with whatever whim struck him.

One thing was certain: Ever since his encounter with Owen, life was a lot more fun. The wounds of his own mortification faded a little more each time he settled an old score.

* * * * *

It so happened that Cindy and Tommy shared the same geometry class. Readers may remember Cindy as a central figure in Tommy’s humiliation two years earlier. He had known for a long time that, eventually, she would have her turn. That day was fast approaching.

It was a Friday morning, and Tommy lounged in his seat while Mr. Dalton plodded through the finer points of isosceles triangles. Tommy had been riding high since his payback against Sally more than a week earlier in literature class. He was still savoring the delicious memory of her sitting naked at her desk, pleading with him not to start time, and how terrified she had been at the prospect of everyone witnessing her forced nudity. It felt good to be in total control, and he planned to ride the wave to the finish.

Word of Sally's complete humiliation had spread around the school, though most of the students were still unaware of Tommy's involvement. Cindy was one of the exceptions. She and Sally were best friends, and Tommy suspected that Sally had told her about his newfound talents.

For the past two years, Cindy had tormented him with cruel, mocking glee. “Tommy, when are you going to walk around naked for us again?” was one of her favorite lines. Just last month she’d glanced at his crotch in gym class, grinned, and purred, “Still a hairless little pee-pee?” She seemed to revel in Tommy's inevitable embarrassment and his blushing cheeks.

But during the last week, she had made a complete turnaround. She would see Tommy in geometry class and would go out of her way to be nice to him, even offering to help him with his homework. Well, Tommy wasn’t buying into her insincere attempt at placation. If anything, it only reminded him of her betrayal.

After a week of being subjected to Cindy’s patronization, Tommy was ready to claim his next victim.

He had been looking forward to this particular act of vengeance for more than one reason. Cindy had taken no small delight in his humiliation and had played a major part in it. At the same time, Tommy had always been attracted to her, although after that day he had no intention of pursuing those feelings, nor did he expect them to be reciprocated. Still, from a purely physical standpoint, he very much wanted to see her naked. He’d always been in awe of her body, and was looking forward to seeing her lovely feminine curves in the flesh. And the fact it would be against her will only heightened his anticipation.

On this particular spring morning, Cindy wore a yellow, flowery dress that clung flatteringly to her slim frame. Her white high heels accentuated her long, slender legs. She sat in the front row, dead center, and Tommy was watching her with quiet intensity from his seat by the window. Then, when Mr. Dalton turned to the board, Tommy stopped time.

He rose from his desk and strolled toward the oblivious blonde. Sliding behind her, he delicately unzipped the back of her dress and slowly peeled it down over her shoulders, letting it gather at her waist. He stepped in front of her, a low whistle escaping his lips as his eyes lingered on the newly revealed expanse of her smooth skin.

It was when he anxiously unhooked the front of her white bra that noticed something unexpected. Very unexpected, in fact. Two foam pads spilled from the cups and plopped onto Cindy’s lap. Her bra was clearly marked as a C-cup, but the real Cindy, stripped of her enhancement, was closer to an A.

“Holy shit!” Tommy exclaimed to himself.

* * * * *

Cindy Goodwin was the golden child. Born into privilege and raised in a posh home, she was the girl who got everything she asked for. At school, she was popular, earned good grades, and had an active social life. But she carried one private burden: Her breasts hadn’t filled out past the stage one would expect from an eleven-year-old. Convinced there was something wrong with her, she once begged her mother to take her to a specialist. The doctor assured her that she was perfectly healthy and simply a late bloomer, recommending patience. Cindy, however, opted for the instant gratification of padded bras.

When she was thirteen, she started stuffing her bra, gradually increasing the size as she got older. Now, two months shy of her sixteenth birthday, she had everyone in her circle fooled into believing that she had she was naturally curvy. It was her secret... until now.

Tommy stared at the bra, then at the pads in her lap, and finally back at Cindy’s exposed chest. He decided to have a little fun with his surprising discovery. Grinning, he carefully put the bra back in place and zipped her dress up again. Then he placed the two foam pads on top of her desk.

Satisfied with his handiwork, he returned to his seat and resumed time.

The effect was instant. Tommy smiled when he heard a gasp coming from his victim as she quickly snatched the foam pads from the top of her desk. He watched Cindy shift uncomfortably in her seat, then surreptitiously reach down the front of her dress and return them to their proper place. She nervously glanced around the room, making sure her embarrassing mishap had gone unnoticed. Then she made eye contact with Tommy, and a wave of fear swept through her. His shit-eating grin told her everything.

Trying to compose herself, she quickly gathered her books and stood to leave. But Tommy wasn’t nearly done with her. In an instant, time stopped again.

This time, he reached down the front of Cindy’s dress and removed the pads. He searched Mr. Dalton’s desk drawer and, fortuitously, found a box of safety pins. A few minutes later, the pads were no longer hidden. They were proudly pinned to the outside of her dress, one on each side, secured with the pins.

Tommy stepped back and chuckled to himself at the farcical display before returning to his seat and restarting time.

* * * * *

Cindy knew the moment she saw those foam pads sitting on her desk, her secret suddenly out in the open, that she was in deep trouble. She knew how badly she’d humiliated Tommy, and she hadn’t exactly let him forget it, teasing him relentlessly ever since. But everything had changed when she heard what had happened to Sally. Since then, a sense of foreboding had settled over her, and now it seemed that feeling had been well-founded.

Her instincts screamed at her to get out, now. She started to rise, but then, to her horror, she spotted the pads pinned to the outside of her dress. She nearly dropped her books in panic and sank back into her chair. Her face burning, she leaned forward and frantically tried to unpin them, but they were secured tightly.

She glanced around anxiously, then turned bright red when she caught the girl beside her staring at her chest. The girl was grinning, wide-eyed with disbelief. Although thoroughly mortified, Cindy felt a small measure of relief that, so far, only the girl and Tommy seemed to have noticed what was happening.

It took her nearly two agonizing minutes to remove all the pins, retrieve the pads, and sneak them back beneath her bra. By then, she was sweating. She hurriedly gathered her books once more, determined to make a quick exit.

Tommy waited until she stood. Then he stopped time again.

He approached the petrified blonde and gently took the books from her hands, placing them neatly on her chair. He calmly unzipped Cindy’s dress and lifted her arms above her head. He marveled at how completely still and compliant she was while time remained frozen.

He slid the dress up and over her head. With her arms still raised, he reached behind her and unfastened her bra. With the pads still inside, he stashed the bra in the empty desk behind her.

Tommy took a step back and admired the sight. Cindy stood frozen in place, arms raised, clad in only her skimpy white cotton panties and high heels. Her long legs were golden tan, and she wore no nylons to cover her flawless skin. Her chest, small and delicate, was now fully on display. Except for her small chest, she had a beautiful body, with an hourglass figure and a perfectly rounded ass. Tommy was becoming aroused by the delectable vision.

He considered going further, perhaps slipping off her panties, but he decided against it. For now, exposing her bare chest in front of the class would be humiliating enough.

He spotted a coat hanger near the door, slipped Cindy’s dress onto it, and hung it prominently on a hook above the blackboard at the front of the room. He paused for a moment, satisfied with the setup, then returned to his seat and restarted time.

* * * * *

Cindy’s scream was music to Tommy’s ears. He watched as she immediately threw her arms over her chest, her eyes wide with panic. For a moment, she stood frozen, too bewildered to react. Then her gaze locked onto the dress hanging from the hook above the blackboard, and she made a beeline for it.

But just before she could grab it, time froze again.

Tommy chuckled to himself as he casually took the dress from the hook, carried it to the very back of the room, and hung it against the wall. He returned to his seat and restarted time.

* * * * *

Cindy had dared to hope she could leave quietly after replacing the pads a second time. She had her books in her hands and was already halfway out of her chair, poised for escape. But the next thing she knew, she had no books. No dress. No bra. No fake breasts. All that remained were her panties and heels.

To her horror, she suddenly realized she was standing in front of the whole class, almost naked, her arms thrown high in the air. For one brief moment, the room was silent. Then it exploded with laughter and shouts of astonishment.

The scream that tore from her throat was pure animal panic. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around her chest, desperately covering what had been a closely guarded secret for many years.

For a moment, Cindy was too bewildered to process what had just happened. She looked wildly around until she spotted her beloved dress. She lunged for it, one arm still across her chest. But just as her fingers reached for it, the dress vanished, seemingly into thin air.

No!" Cindy shrieked. "Oh no! Please, no!"

She turned, frantically scanning the room, and spotted it perched on a hanger at the very back. For a fleeting moment, she considered making a break for the hallway, but voices outside quickly changed her mind. Her best chance was to recover her dress. She raced toward the back of the room, arms wrapped tightly across her chest. The growing commotion told her that every student was watching, every eye fixed on her.

She was almost to the dress when Tommy stopped time again. He quietly carried it back to the hook above the blackboard, then returned to his seat and restarted time.

“Oh, SHIT!” screamed Cindy as she grasped at nothing but air.

She whirled and saw her dress hanging from the front blackboard. With no other option, she bolted up the aisle toward it. Once again, Tommy stopped time just before she could reach the dress. He carried it to the back of the room and hung it there, then returned to Cindy.

This time, however, he didn't restart time for everyone. He concentrated, bringing Cindy out of the time-stop while leaving the rest of the classroom frozen.

Cindy blinked. The world around her was completely still. She turned toward Tommy, astonished.

“What... what is this?” she gasped, still shielding her bare chest. “How...?”

But there was no time for questions. Her immediate concern was her state of undress.

“Please, Tommy. I’m begging you. Please! I’ve suffered enough!” she pleaded.

Tommy folded his arms, clearly unconvinced. “Are you kidding? This is nothing compared to what you put me through." He smirked. “Besides, you’re putting on quite a show. Look at all those faces watching you.”

Cindy hesitated, then slowly looked around. Every face in the room was frozen in various expressions of surprise and amusement.

Tommy noticed one student with his hand on his crotch. "Look at this guy, Cindy. You’ve got him so excited he’s playing with himself. Maybe you should give him your panties and really make his day.”

The thought of being completely naked appalled her. “Oh, please, Tommy, don’t do this to me!” she whimpered, curling her arms tighter around herself.

But Tommy wasn't done with her yet. He remembered a tactic Sister Ruth had used during his own day of humiliation.

“I’ll let you put your dress back on, Cindy,” he said, “but only after you’ve been a little more attentive to your audience. You’re rushing down the aisle way too fast. I want a nice, slow walk so everyone can appreciate you.”

Cindy’s lip trembled.

“And let’s add a little flourish," continued Tommy. “Put your left hand behind your head, elbow out, and your right hand on your hip. Your tiny little titties will be on full display. And I want you to shake your pretty ass back and forth all the way down the aisle. If you perform to my liking, I’ll let you get your dress, put it on and walk out of here.”

Tommy paused, letting the humiliation of his instructions sink in.

“But before the main event, I’d like a little sneak preview.”

“Tommy, please,” she whimpered. “I've been through enough.”

Tommy shook his head. “Not even close.”

Her jaw trembled. "I can’t," she whispered.

Tommy cocked his head. "Oh, yes you can. And you will. Or maybe we can just wait until lunchtime. I'll freeze time in the cafeteria, when pretty much the whole school will be watching, then strip you completely naked. It'll be fun! Well, maybe not so much for you..."

The threat was so brazen, so insane, that Cindy felt like she was on the brink of a panic attack. But even as her body screamed at her to run, she knew there was no escape.

Realizing it was useless to argue, Cindy slowly assumed the pose, her face burning as she placed her hand behind her head. Her exposed chest thrust forward involuntarily.

"Atta girl," Tommy said. "Now let’s see that strut."

She took one tentative step, then another, hips swaying as she made the slow, sultry walk down the aisle in nothing but panties and high heels. Tommy licked his lips in admiration.

When she finally reached the back of the room, she reached for her dress, only to have Tommy’s voice stop her cold.

“Uh, uh, uh. Turn around, sweetheart, and walk back toward me."

Cindy winced. Slowly, she turned and began the humiliating walk back toward him, her head bowed in shame. Without her hands covering herself, she felt acutely aware of just how exposed she was.

But she was only halfway up the aisle before he stopped her again.

“Sorry,” he said, shaking his head. “That just won’t do. Go back and start over. This time, keep your head up and look me in the eye the whole way. And try to smile a little. Act like you’re enjoying yourself, like we know your audience will.”

Cindy turned and repeated the walk. She kept her head high, her eyes locked on Tommy as he watched her with an unmistakably suggestive grin. She was at the peak of her mortification. Almost.

When she reached the front of the room again, Tommy leaned closer. “Okay. I’m going to return to my seat and restart time. If you can perform like that for a full audience, you get your dress. If not, we’ll keep trying until you get it right. I think you’ll agree that you probably only want to do this once.”

Tommy smiled, clearly anticipating what came next. Cindy could only stand there, dreading it. She was trembling so hard her teeth chattered.

Tommy looked her over one more time, then said, "Oh, and Cindy? Take off your panties."

She stared at him, aghast, her mind refusing to process what she had just heard. She had thought she would be able to maintain at least some semblance of modesty.

“Please, Tommy, no!” She dropped to her knees, clasping her hands in front of her. “I’m begging you, please let me keep my panties on.”

Tommy smiled at the sight before him. Memories of his own humiliation resurfaced, leaving him with little sympathy for Cindy.

“Remember when you told Sister Ruth that I wasn’t looking you in the eye, and I had to sing to you while I was naked? Remember when I had to wear a skirt in the girls’ bathroom, and you made me take it off in front of everyone? Remember when you and Sally pulled down my underpants and spanked me in from of everybody in the gym? Enough said. Now please remove your panties and put them on the lap of that happy guy holding his crotch.”

Tommy’s eyes drank in the scene as Cindy, now whimpering openly, hooked her thumbs into the waistband and, with shaking hands, bent slightly and slowly slid her panties down her legs. Her shaky breathing was just audible in the otherwise quiet room. She stepped out of the panties and was now naked but for a pair of white heels, which for Tommy only added to the sexiness of the scene. He took his time looking her over, letting her feel every second of it.

Then, without a word, she walked to the soon-to-be-excited student and laid her panties down on his lap. She returned to the front of the room, under Tommy’s watchful eye.

“Okay, Sweet Cindy,” he said. “Let’s see the pose.”

Miserably, Cindy assumed the stance, raising one hand behind her head, elbow jutting out, while placing the other on her hip. Her face was bright red. To Tommy, she looked stunning.

He stepped back and slowly returned to his seat. Before restarting time, he left Cindy standing there for another moment, making her endure the silence and the full weight of her humiliation.

“Okay, Cindy, it’s showtime," he finally said. "And remember how slowly you were walking? I want you to walk just a wee bit slower, or we’ll have to do it all over again.”

Just before Cindy began her walk of shame, Tommy stopped time once more and retrieved her breast pads. He pinned them to the back of Cindy’s dress in a strategic spot, then returned to his seat and restarted time.

Cindy began her slow, humiliating march down the aisle, taking care not to walk too quickly. She was determined to do this only once. The class was howling now, utterly incredulous at what they were witnessing. Cindy continued on, head held high and tears streaming down her face, while her hips swayed provocatively.

Along the way, she noticed the student rubbing his crotch with her panties, deepening her shame.

The walk seemed to go on forever as the laughter from the crowd grew louder with each seductive step she took.

At last, she reached her dress. To Cindy’s immense relief, it didn’t disappear this time. She frantically unzipped it and was just about to step into it when the zipper mysteriously zipped itself back up.

“Oh, please, no more!” she cried, turning to see Tommy grinning from his seat.

Then, mercifully, the zipper relented. Cindy stepped into the dress, pulled it up, and zipped it closed, completely unaware of the ridiculous sight she was now presenting from behind, with the breast pads comically jutting from her backside.

Now dressed, she didn’t hesitate. She scurried up the aisle as fast as her heels would allow. She didn’t bother with her books or even glance at her classmates, who were still snickering. The moment she reached the doorway, with her back to them, the laughter exploded, louder than ever.

Cindy kept running, the laughter chasing her down the hallway, until she finally stumbled into the girls’ bathroom, locked herself in a stall, and sobbed until her throat was raw..

It was only then, catching her reflection in the mirror, that she screamed one last time.

Cindy is definitely my favorite!!!

ValerianXIII wrote: Tue Dec 26, 2023 7:19 pm Cindy is definitely my favorite!!!

Like those small-breasted women, do you?

Chapter 6: Stripped Naked in a Movie Theater

It had been a couple of weeks since Tommy had utterly humiliated Cindy in geometry class. He hadn't yet turned his attention to the others who had tormented him two years earlier, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still enjoying the perks of his newfound powers.

Sally remained his primary focus, and for good reason. She had played a major role in the most painful and public ordeal of his young life, and she had relished every second of it. Beyond the satisfaction of revenge, practical considerations worked in his favor: they shared a roof, which made practicing his abilities almost effortless. And if Tommy were completely honest with himself, there was another factor at play. He genuinely liked looking at her naked body.

Because she had already fallen victim to his time-stop revenge, Sally was completely under his control. On more than one occasion, if their parents weren’t home and the mood struck him, Tommy exercised that control.

One such evening found him sitting in the living room, half-studying, while Sally busied herself with her usual chores, dusting and vacuuming like the dutiful daughter she pretended to be. Tommy watched her for several minutes before speaking.

"I think I'd like to see you do that naked."

Sally froze for a beat, visibly flinching. She flushed, kept her eyes down, and continued dusting, hoping if she ignored him, he’d drop the idea. But Tommy persisted.

“In fact, I know I’d like to see you do that naked. Kindly take your clothes off for me, Sis.”

“Tommy...” Sally’s voice trembled. “You’ve already gotten back at me. Can't we just... can't we call it even? Move on?"

Tommy smiled coldly. “Ah, but we’re not even, my dear, soon-to-be-naked sister. I had to strip and dance in the gymnasium while the entire seventh and eighth grade classes watched and laughed at me. You? You were naked in front of one class, and you didn't have to dance for them. Yes, it was the most mortifying experience of your entire life, I'm sure of that, but when you compare it to what I went through, you got off easy. So no, Sally. This isn’t over. Not by a long shot."

Tommy settled back against the cushions, crossing his legs at the ankle. "Now make your choice. Get naked right here, right now, where it's just the two of us, or find yourself naked when you least expect it. And if that happens, I guarantee the audience will be a lot bigger.”

Sally closed her eyes for a moment, cursing the day she had participated in his humiliation. Resigned, she chose the lesser of two evils and turned toward the stairs.

“Where exactly do you think you’re going?” Tommy asked, already knowing the answer.

“You win,” Sally muttered. “I’m going upstairs to get undressed. I’ll be right back.”

Tommy chuckled. “Nice try, but no. There’s no reason for modesty now. I just saw you naked last week, remember? You can strip right here.”

Sally’s shoulders sagged in defeat. She set the duster down and, without another word, began to undress. She did it methodically: first her T-shirt, then her shorts, unhooking her bra and slipping her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties, all while facing away from him. When she was naked, she stood for a beat, arms crossed over her chest.

“Carry on with your dusting, Sis,” Tommy said, picking up his forgotten textbook and settling back in his seat. "Don't mind me. Pretend I'm not even here."

Face burning, Sally resumed dusting the shelves and tables, acutely aware of every inch of exposed skin, every shift of her weight, every subtle movement under Tommy's gaze. He had seen her nude before, but this felt different. It was more intimate, more degrading. She could feel his eyes tracking her as she moved through the room. With each motion, she felt the vulnerability of her situation more intensely. She was utterly under his control, and they both knew it.

Sally had a beautiful body, and even though she was his sister, Tommy couldn’t deny the effect she had on him. He took pleasure in watching her move through her tasks. She looked most delightful while she vacuumed, particularly when she leaned over to clean under the furniture. Her face remained flushed crimson, her eyes downcast, her embarrassment absolute. He savored every moment of her discomfort, remembering how he had felt during his own endless day of shame.

* * * * *

On another occasion, Tommy was seated at the kitchen table, casually eating a bowl of cereal. Their parents had already left for the day. Sally, half-asleep and cranky, stood at the stove, cooking her eggs.

Without looking up, Tommy asked, “Grab me some more cereal, would you?”

Sally didn’t even turn around. “Get it yourself,” she muttered.

Tommy just smiled. He waited patiently until she had finished cooking and sat down across from him. The moment her weight settled into the chair, he acted.

Time stopped. Tommy rose, walked around the table, and methodically stripped her. Her pajama top vanished. Her bottoms followed. After slipping off her panties, he arranged her in place. Everything was the same—except she was naked.

Then he returned to his seat, lifted his spoon, and resumed time, watching as realization dawned on her.

The reaction was instant. Sally gasped as her bare skin met the cold kitchen chair. She looked down in horror and instinctively covered her chest with both arms, her knees pressed together.

"Now," Tommy said, taking another bite, "would you please get my cereal?"

“GOD DAMN YOU!” Sally shrieked. But she stood. She crossed to the cabinet, her arms maintaining their desperate coverage, retrieved the cereal box, and placed it on the table before him. Tommy made her finish her breakfast like that while he read the sports section, occasionally glancing up to smile at her humiliation.

* * * * *

The real fun began when Tommy started experimenting in public. One morning, Sally spent too long in the bathroom and made them both miss the bus, forcing them to share a cab to school. Tommy said nothing, but mentally filed away the slight. His payback, while not particularly imaginative, was deeply satisfying. Midway through the cab ride, he stopped time. In the stillness, he stripped Sally completely naked and casually laid her clothes on the passenger seat beside the driver. Then he spread her arms on the backrest behind her, and restarted time.

“OHMIGOD!” Sally shrieked. She jolted upright, her hands flying to cover herself, her eyes wide with disbelief. The cabbie's head snapped toward the mirror, his jaw dropping, before a slow grin spread across his face. Sally, crimson with embarrassment, grabbed Tommy’s arm and shook it desperately.

“Please, Tommy, where are my clothes?”

Tommy shrugged. "Well, they're certainly not back here. You might want to check the front seat."

Neither Tommy nor the driver moved to help her. Sally hesitated, her face burning, her hands inadequate to cover everything at once. Finally, she leaned forward between the seats, giving Tommy an unobstructed view of her backside, and the delighted cab driver an eyeful of her exposed chest. She snatched her clothes and dressed with frantic haste, her fingers fumbling with buttons and zippers.

When they reached the school, the driver waved away Tommy's offered tip. "Keep it, kid," he said, winking at Sally. "This was the most entertaining fare I've had in twenty years of driving."

They walked toward the building in silence while Sally fumed. Then, as they passed through the doors, her control finally shattered.

“You sick little asshole!” she raged, unleashing every foul word in her vocabulary. "You disgusting, twisted, pathetic—"

Tommy just smiled coolly. "Thank you for that," he said, his tone almost pleasant. "I’ll be filing it away for later. I'm sure it will come in handy someday."

* * * * *

Sure enough, his opportunity arrived that weekend. Tommy was passing through the kitchen when he heard Sally mentioning to their mother that she planned to catch a solo matinee at the Cineplex downtown. His eyes lit up. A private outing. A public venue. The possibilities made him grin. Not only that, he remembered that his friend Brian just happened to be running the projector and house lights that day.

“Perfect,” Tommy mouthed to himself.

Tommy then came up with another idea, one that might prove useful beyond his revenge. Readers might remember Molly, the pretty girl who had been handcuffed to Sally the previous week and had taken great pleasure in her humiliation. A week later, Molly approached Tommy in the cafeteria, sliding into the seat across from him with a confidence he admired.

"You're Sally's brother, right?" she asked.

Tommy nodded, intrigued. "That's me."

Molly hesitated, momentarily unsure how to begin. “That was quite an exhibition your sister put on in literature class last week,” she said.

Tommy smiled, watching her closely. “Wasn’t it, though?”

Molly smiled back. "That's the most fun I've ever had while being tied up and helpless."

They both laughed.

Molly hesitated again, trying to decide how to broach her next question. Finally, she decided to dive right in.

"There is a rumor going around that you had everything to do with your sister's... humiliation." She smiled. "I understand if you want to keep it to yourself, and just tell me if I'm being too nosey. But I can’t help wondering if the rumor is true. And if it is... how in the world did you do it?” Her eyes were bright and playful.

It was Tommy's turn to hesitate, but something in Molly's expression told him she wouldn't run screaming to the authorities. If anything, she seemed envious.

"Trade secret," he said, testing the waters.

Molly laughed. "Well, whatever it was, it was brilliant." She paused. "I have to say, I found the whole spectacle... well, kind of exciting."

Tommy smiled. He was rather enjoying the direction of the conversation.

"I mean," Molly continued, "she was being a bitch to me, and to see her all naked and helpless like that.. in all honesty, I was getting a little turned on." Molly blushed ever so slightly, while maintaining eye contact with Tommy. Tommy found it endearing.

They talked for almost an hour, and the more Tommy got to know her, the more convinced he became that he could trust her. Eventually, he confided in her, first about his powers, then about the humiliation he’d suffered two years earlier at the hands of his teachers and his sister’s friends. To his delight, Molly was fascinated. Enthusiastic, even.

Over the next week, they spent more and more time together, gradually forming a friendship. The conversation often turned to Tommy's powers, and how he continued to use them to humiliate his sister.

“I’ve always wanted to see something like that,” she told him one afternoon as they walked home from school. “Being part of it, I mean. Not just watching.”

She stopped and turned to face him, a playful grin spreading across her face. “If you ever want a partner in mischief, Tommy, I’m very available.”

Tommy had liked her before. Now he was fascinated.

* * * * *

Late Saturday morning, after Tommy heard of Sally's plans for the matinee, his thoughts turned to Molly. He pulled out his phone and called her before he could second-guess himself.

"Hey," he said when she answered. "Want to go catch a movie with me?"

“With you?” Molly teased. “What, are you finally asking me on a real date?”

Tommy laughed, leaning back against his headboard. "Depends. You interested?"

"Maybe," she said. "What's playing?"

“The better question is, who’s playing. My sister. And trust me, she’s the main attraction.”

There was a brief pause on the line.

"Oh, Tommy. You have my full attention. Tell me everything."

Tommy filled her in on his plans for Sally, and Molly’s interest immediately intensified. He could practically hear her grinning through the phone.

“You’re evil,” she said, clearly delighted. “I love it. What time do I show up?”

“Meet me outside the theater five minutes after the movie starts. Just enough time for Sally to settle into her seat.”

"And then?"

"And then we give her a show she'll never forget."

* * * * *

The two of them met outside the movie theater exactly as planned. Molly arrived wearing a fitted jacket and jeans, her eyes bright with anticipation.

"Ready?" Tommy asked.

"Born ready," Molly replied, sliding her arm through his. "Lead the way."

Once inside, Tommy froze time, and the world went silent and motionless around them. Molly stared in awe, her mouth forming a perfect O as the patrons became completely still.

"Oh my God. Tommy. They're actually—"

"Frozen," he confirmed. "Completely. Come on."

"That's incredible," she whispered, though no one could have heard her anyway.

They strolled into the theater together. It was sparsely filled, with perhaps a quarter of the seats occupied. Sally sat alone in the center of a row, eyes fixed on the screen, a bucket of popcorn resting in her lap, completely oblivious to the danger waiting a few rows behind her.

Tommy squeezed Molly's hand. Then he released time and literally licked his lips in anticipation.

* * * * *

Sally desperately needed a break. Her humiliations at the hands of her brother were preying on her mind, even invading her dreams. A quiet matinee seemed like the perfect escape: a darkened theater, a decent film, and, best of all, some time away from Tommy’s reach.

Or so she thought.

She had just started to lose herself in the movie, some romantic comedy that promised ninety minutes of distraction, when something odd and unsettling began to happen. Her T-shirt began to rise slowly, the hem creeping out from the waistband of her jeans with a gentle, steady pull. She instinctively tried to push it back down, but her arms wouldn’t move. It was as if they were pinned to the armrests by an invisible force.

Panicky, she looked left, then right. Thankfully, her row was empty. But her relief lasted less than a second before she felt her shirt slipping higher, sliding up her stomach, past her ribs, gathering beneath her armpits, and then over her head. It slipped off her arms, folded itself neatly, and came to rest on the seat beside her. Sally’s breath quickened. She knew what this meant, and the realization made her want to scream.

She tried to stand, to run, to do anything, but her body remained trapped. Then she felt the button of her jeans release, followed by the zipper descending and the fabric beginning its slow slide down her hips. She couldn’t stop it. Around her, the scattered audience remained engrossed in the film, unaware of the private horror unfolding in their midst.

Her sandals loosened and slipped off. Her jeans followed, pooling around her ankles before sliding free and coming to rest atop her folded shirt. Still, she couldn’t move. She sat there, flushed and trembling with shame and terror, clad only in her bra and panties. She was utterly helpless, unable to do anything but sit there and hope no one noticed.

Then the world stopped.

The theater fell silent and still, except for Tommy and Molly. Molly rose with a grin and quietly made her way to Sally’s row. She gathered the pile of discarded clothes, smiled at the frozen Sally, and sauntered back to her seat.

Time resumed.

Sally glanced to her side and gasped. Her clothes were gone! Her heart began racing as panic took hold. Before she could even process the theft, she felt the clasp of her bra snap open. The straps slipped from her shoulders and slithered down her arms before the bra flopped onto the empty seat beside her. She could only watch, wide-eyed and horrified, her arms still fixed to the chair.

“No... no, please...” she whimpered softly.

She braced herself. She knew what came next.

But Tommy made her wait.

For a full fifteen excruciating minutes, she sat there, topless and exposed, with no idea how much longer Tommy intended to leave her that way. She could do nothing but sit helplessly, wondering when someone would notice.

Then the tug came, soft and intimate.

“Oh God, please, no,” she whispered into the darkness.

But the panties slid down anyway, just as the rest had, past her hips, her thighs, and her knees, until they finally fluttered onto the seat beside her and landed on top of her bra.

Sally was now completely nude in the middle of a public movie theater.

* * * * *

From several rows back, Tommy watched with delight. He'd stripped Sally methodically, savoring each stage as another piece of clothing disappeared. Now that she was completely exposed, he released the invisible restraints holding her arms.

Sally’s hands shot down immediately, desperately reaching for her underwear. Tommy stopped time again.

Molly slipped down the aisle, plucked the bra and panties from the seat, and returned to her place, Sally's underwear in hand. She was wearing a smug smile when time resumed.

Sally was relieved to discover that she could finally move her arms. But just as she was about to grab her underwear, poof! They disappeared.

She was naked, surrounded by strangers, with no hope of concealing herself.

“Oh God, no!” she gasped. “No, this can’t be happening... please, have mercy!”

But the gods of mercy had clearly gone out for popcorn.

She hugged herself desperately, leaning over with her knees pressed tightly together. She was shivering, partly from the theater's air conditioning, but mostly from the very real possibility that her fellow patrons would discover her.

Sally glanced anxiously around the theater. The darkness offered some comfort, at least for now, and everyone else seemed too absorbed in the movie to notice her predicament. But that small relief was overwhelmed by a growing sense of dread. She had no idea where Tommy was, and without him, she had no hope of escaping this nightmare.

She nervously considered her options, but none offered much hope. She could sprint for the restroom, but it was across the lobby, through the crowds and past the concession stand. She could search for Tommy, but wandering through the aisles naked would almost guarantee that someone noticed her. And even if she found him, there was no telling what he might do next.

Sally squirmed in her seat, desperately trying to think of a way out. But one thought kept returning, becoming more terrifying each time: The movie would eventually end, the lights would come on, and she could still be sitting there naked with no way to recover her clothes. Her face burned at the thought.

“Oh God,” she whispered, clasping her arms around herself. “Please, please help me!"

Then there was movement. In her peripheral vision, Sally spotted someone entering her row. Her heart leapt. Maybe it was Tommy? For all her fear of him, he was still her only hope.

But no. As the figure drew closer, Sally realized it wasn’t Tommy. It was a girl.

Sally shrank into her seat, trying to make herself invisible. Then, to her horror, the girl sat down beside her and casually placed a hand on her upper thigh.

“Naked again?” Molly whispered, her breath close to Sally’s ear. “In a movie theater this time, no less? You really are quite the exhibitionist, aren’t you?”

Sally flinched at the familiar voice and twisted around for a better look. Her stomach dropped.

"You!" she exclaimed in a loud whisper. "What the fuck? Do you have my clothes?" she asked desperately.

Molly's grin widened. "I'm sorry, I don't. But I can get them for you. Do you want them?"

“Yes! Please!” Sally whispered, a surge of hope replacing her panic. She nearly lunged toward Molly.

“Well,” Molly said, “I’m willing to help. But you’ll have to earn it.”

Sally’s eyes widened again, this time with fresh apprehension. She had no idea what the devious girl had in mind.

“Please,” she begged. “Oh God, what do I have to do?”

Molly tilted her head and gestured subtly toward the rows ahead. “See those two guys?”

Sally followed her gaze. Two rows up and slightly to the left, two teenage boys sat with an empty seat between them. They appeared to be together, despite the vacant seat separating them.

Sally nodded, panic written across her face.

“Good,” Molly said. “I’d like you to go over there and take the empty seat. Right between them.”

Sally’s mouth dropped open. "Are you insane? I can't do that!"

“Suit yourself,” Molly said, rising. “I guess you’ll just stay here until the movie ends. Then the lights come on, and everyone gets a really good look at...” Her eyes flicked downward meaningfully. “Well. Everything.”

"Wait!" Sally grabbed her wrist. "Okay! I’ll do it! Just... promise me I get my clothes back."

“Cross my heart,” Molly said, settling back into her seat. “Don’t worry, sweetie. The movie’s almost over. You’ll be able to get dressed before the lights come on. But you have to do it now, or you’ll be putting on a nudie show for the whole theater. Also...” She leaned in closer, her lips nearly brushing Sally's ear. “You have to do exactly as I say. Sit up straight. Arms on the armrests. No covering up. I'm sure the boys will want to see your lovely tits."

She gave Sally’s bare thigh one last pat, letting her fingers linger just long enough to make Sally’s skin crawl. Then she rose and sauntered away, giggling as she slipped back into the shadows with Tommy. The two of them settled into their seats and waited, shoulders touching, sharing a bag of popcorn as casually as if they were watching an ordinary movie.

“She’s actually going to do it,” Molly whispered.

“She doesn’t have a choice,” Tommy replied with a smile.

Sally sat frozen, her mind racing. She had no good options. If she wanted to avoid being caught naked by the entire audience, she had to do the unthinkable.

"Oh, shit!" she whispered to herself. "Oh, shit, oh, shit."

Biting her lip, she slowly rose. Hunched forward with her arms crossed over her chest, she scurried across her row like a crab, then made her way two rows up and slipped into the vacant seat between the unsuspecting boys. Her bare skin met the cold vinyl seat with a jolt that made her gasp.

From their seats, Tommy and Molly watched with barely suppressed laughter. For several seconds, there didn't seem to be any reaction from Sally's new seatmates. When one of them realized there was a naked girl sitting beside him, Tommy and Molly heard him say, "Derek! She's naked! She's naked!"

A couple of nearby patrons shushed him, but he was far too astonished to care.

“Oh my God!” the boy named Derek exclaimed.

They stared, mouths agape, then scrambled for their phones. Over the next few moments, flashes went off on either side of Sally. The boys weren't about to let their good fortune pass by without capturing it. Besides, their friends would never believe them otherwise.

"Smile for the camera, Sally," Tommy whispered under his breath.

Molly giggled. "How long are you going to let this go on?"

"Just a couple more minutes," Tommy said. "I want to make sure they get their money's worth."

Tommy smiled as he imagined the extreme mortification his sister was experiencing. He let it play out for another minute or two, then, showing just a wee bit of compassion, decided it was time to carry out the rest of his diabolical plan.

With a nod to Molly, Tommy stopped time again. The theater froze. Together, they strolled to the front, climbed onto the stage, and stretched a length of twine across the screen, taping it securely at both ends. Tommy took two clothespins and hung a piece of Sally’s lingerie that he had taken from her drawer. It was a lacy black teddy.

Giggling, they returned to their seats.

Time resumed.

The murmuring began immediately as people noticed the bizarre addition to the stage. Then Sally looked up.

She gasped.

"Oh Christ!"

She knew exactly what she had to do, and she had to do it now. She bolted from her seat, trying in vain to shield herself as she dashed down the aisle, quietly sobbing as she went.

There was just enough light to make out a naked, attractive teen-aged girl climbing onto the stage. The theater erupted in gasps, whispers, and stunned laughter. The thunderstruck audience watched in amazement as a spotlight zeroed in on the hysterical girl just as she reached up for the lingerie. Sally froze mid-reach like a deer caught in headlights, every curve illuminated for the crowd's entertainment. She snatched the teddy from the line and turned to face the crowd, stunned and exposed. The room roared with laughter, the sound washing over her in waves of humiliation.

She couldn't escape the spotlight. It followed her as she hopped across the stage, frantically stepping into the teddy and yanking the spaghetti straps over her shoulders. She dashed down the steps, raced up the aisle, and burst through the side door. The uproar followed her, drowning out her sobs until the door finally slammed shut behind her.

* * * * *

Inside, the laughter slowly faded. The spotlight dimmed. The anticlimactic conclusion to the movie played out across the screen, unwatched, unimportant.

By then, a satisfied fifteen-year-old boy was walking down the aisle with a bundle of clothes under his arm, hand in hand with his new girlfriend. They left the theater together, grinning from ear to ear, while somewhere down the street, their favorite exhibitionist was still trying to outrun the humiliation.