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Chapter 9: The Topless Twelve
Thu Sep 21, 2017 6:40pm
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Carlene," Tommy thought to himself. "What to do with Carlene?"

As the reader may recall, Carlene played no small part in Tommy's humiliation three years prior. The now 19-year-old niece of the perverted Miss Richards—with whom she shared the deviant pleasure in the poor lad's degradation—was one of only three remaining (along with Sister Ruth and Miss Richards) on Tommy's retribution list that he had not yet victimized.

Carlene, who now attended a college from out of state, had come home for her winter break. She had been looking forward to a relaxing two weeks to recover from the rigors of college. But instead, going into her last weekend of the break, she was feeling quite uneasy and continuously looking over her shoulder in apprehension. A quite unnerving experience the previous weekend had everything to do with her state of anxiety. Carlene shuddered every time she thought about it, which was quite often.

Conversely, Tommy couldn't suppress a grin as he recalled the events from the previous Saturday night.

To back up, Tommy, through means too mundane to go into here, had ascertained that Carlene had organized a reunion with her twelve former volleyball teammates at a nice restaurant in town. They planned on going nightclubbing after dinner. The nightclubbing never happened.

It couldn't have been a more perfect setup, as far as Tommy was concerned. Three years before Carlene had orchestrated the scenario where her teammates, under her direction, took turns peeking inside Tommy's underpants, much to their glee and much to Tommy's mortification. Tommy hadn't really planned on going after all the volleyball players—Carlene was his main objective—but he figured that since the situation was pretty much dropped into his lap, he might as well take advantage of it.

As Tommy walked into the restaurant, he surveyed the scene and spotted the thirteen young ladies, all dressed to the nines, situated around a large, round table smack in the middle of the restaurant. Tommy couldn't believe his good fortune.

"Perfect," he said out loud to himself with a grin.

Tommy wasted no time. One could say that in the literal sense, because he stopped time. He sauntered over to the table and, starting with the girl on Carlene's left, he began unbuttoning her blouse. "I'll save the best for last," he said to himself, referring, of course, to Carlene. He easily slipped off the white blouse, then unhooked her white bra, and started a pile by tossing the garments on the floor behind him. He let out a soft whistle as he admired the femininity of the half-naked beauty before him. Her pale breasts glistened amidst the light emanating from the candles and the chandelier above them. Tommy felt a stirring in his jeans as he took in the vision.

Not to be slowed down, he proceeded to the next girl, and briskly rendered her topless. He worked his way all the way around the table, stopping short of Carlene. There were now twelve pairs of bared breasts of different sizes, shapes and colors forming a circle around the table. For Tommy, who was practically salivating, it was all he could do to keep himself from obtaining relief through self-gratification right there on the spot. But he had more fish to fry.

He started to reach for the top button of Carlene's blouse when he stopped himself. "Hmm," he thought. "Maybe I'll give her something to think about for awhile. She's still in town for another week." So he decided to leave her clothes on. He did reach under her skirt and pulled her panties off. "Just to let her know I haven't forgotten her," he smiled.

For Tommy's next move he pushed the chairs of the twelve topless ones all the way in, so their torsos were flush against the table. Being volleyball players, they were mostly pretty tall so that their naked breasts rested nicely on the table. Tommy thought it was a pretty humorous sight.

Next, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a large wad of twine. Before leaving for the restaurant, he wasn't exactly sure how it would be used, but he had a pretty good idea it would come in handy. He was right.

He proceeded to tie each of the girls' arms to the back of their chair. He then tied the front legs of each of the chairs to the main post underneath the table, making sure the twine was taut. "They won't be going anywhere right away," he mused. He then gathered all of the dinner napkins from their laps, in case Carlene came up with the bright idea to use them to provide her ill-fated friends a bit of coverage. After dumping the napkins in the collection of blouses and bras, Tommy gathered up the pile and deposited them into a large trash can in the kitchen.

His last stroke was to slip a small, handwritten note inside the front of the panties of each of the half-naked dozen. Later, they all would know who was behind their humiliating nightmare, though they certainly would not know how in the world he had pulled it off. The note read, "I took the liberty of peeking inside your panties, much like you peeked into my underpants. How cool is that? Thanks for the show! Love, Tommy."

He was finally ready to enjoy the fruits of his labor.

It was only a matter of a couple of seconds after time was started when the cacophony of screaming, the likes of which no one in the restaurant had ever heard before, filled the building. For those unsure of the definition of the word "chaos," viewing a video of the unfolding scene at the large, round table would certainly clear that up for them.

With a dozen females screaming at once, their words were unintelligible. They certainly attracted the attention of all the patrons in the crowded restaurant, and all the waiters, waitresses and kitchen help dropped what they were doing to see what the commotion was all about. They were treated to a scene unlike any other, as twelve topless females hysterically squirmed against their bonds, while their naked breasts jiggled and bounced on the table before them. The only one at the table that was still adorned with a blouse sat momentarily flabbergasted, too stunned to move. She looked down at her chest and a feeling of relief came over her when she saw her blouse. She finally managed to get up from her chair to come to the rescue of her former teammates. It took her, with the help of a couple of waitresses and three Good Samaritan patrons a full ten minutes to extricate the crimson-faced young adults from their chairs. One by one they could be seen running feverishly towards the ladies room with their arms criss-crossed over their chests, sobbing and crying out in shame.

Tommy, meanwhile, was taking in what for him was an absolutely wonderful scene. While enjoying the plight of the frantic dozen, he was watching Carlene closely. In what was possibly Tommy's favorite moment, at one point Carlene stopped in her tracks and surreptitiously (or so she had thought) slipped her hand under her skirt to confirm what she had sensed—that she was sans panties. Tommy savored her look of distress and bewilderment, and looked forward to her soon-to-come day of reckoning. With one last look and a nod of approval, he turned and sauntered out of the restaurant, feeling quite satisfied with his night's work.


It was Sunday morning, the day after the reunion debacle. Carlene, who hardly had a wink of sleep after tossing and turning restlessly all night, picked up her ringing phone. The caller was Paula, one of her mortified dinner companions from the night before.

"Paula, are you doing okay?" asked a sympathetic Carlene.

"I-I don't know. I just don't know, Carlene," said Paula, obviously still traumatized by the events.

"How did it happen? What the hell? We were starting our dinner, and next thing I knew......" Paula's voice trailed off, unable or unwilling to say the obvious.

"The next thing you knew we were stripped half f*cking naked and our tits were laid out on the table!" Paula exclaimed, trying to inject humor in the aftermath of her horrifying experience. Carlene wasn't laughing.

"How? I mean, how in the hell did it happen? I don't get it."

"I've been going over it all night," answered Paula. "There is nothing logical about any of this. I talked to Ginger, and she thinks it's something supernatural. And I think she might be right."

"Oh, my God," said Paula.

"Listen, there was a note."

"Huh?" asked a puzzled Carlene. "Where?"

Paula hesitated, shuddering as she pictured Tommy lifting her skirt and pulling open her panties. "It was inside my panties. Ginger got one, too. It was from that kid that your aunt had stripped to his underpants at the grammar school."

"T-Tommy?" Carlene felt the air sucked out of her lungs as she considered the ramifications of what she just heard.

"Yes. We had so much fun with him that day, but I get the feeling we got our payback last night. I don't know how. Like I say, the guy must have some sort of supernatural power. It's crazy, I know, but how else can you explain it?"

"Oh, my God," said Carlene once again. There was a long silence. "What did the note say?" she finally asked.

"He bragged about peeking in our panties, like we peeked in his underpants that day. And he thanked us for the show."

"Oh, my God."

"I know, it's creepy. I feel so violated."

"I don't blame you," agreed Carlene.

"Did you get a note?"

"No, no note." Again, a long pause. "But he left his calling card."

"Huh? What? How?"

"He.....he took off my panties."

"He what? Oh, jeez, Carlene. Listen, I hate to tell you this, but Ginger and I were talking, and there has to be a good reason why he didn't strip you like he did to us. You'd have to think he has something else in mind for you, and it can't be good."

Again, there was a long pause, as Carlene felt her world closing in on her.

"I have to go, Paula," she said. "I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, hang in there, Carlene. And watch your back."

Carlene let her phone drop to her bed. Dazed, she stared out her bedroom window, seeing nothing.

"Oh, my God," she said yet again.

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