Revenge - Chapter 18

Revenge

By Karen Singer

Chapter 18

Steve hurried to the store at lunchtime to buy himself some panties.  His fear of Monica and her witch’s power were back again full force and he didn’t dare not do whatever she said.  And just as she promised, the panty checks resumed with a vengeance right after lunch.  It seemed like the frequency of them was more than ever before. 

As soon as he got home after work, he knew he had to find some place to hide all the new underwear he had just bought, so he gathered up every pair and hid them in his bottom desk drawer on top of Monica’s computer.  Since they weren’t in his bedroom dresser he didn’t think Monica would find them – if she looked.  Plus, they hid Monica’s computer that was still there as well.

His doorbell didn’t ring until well after dinner.  When he answered it, Monica was there along with Diane, Carla, and even Ruth this time.

“Nice place,” Ruth noted as she walked into his apartment and looked around.  “Nice and big.  Could definitely use a woman’s touch though.  Obviously you don’t do much with decorating.”

Steve shrugged his shoulders, he didn’t see anything wrong with his decorating.  “I like it this way.  It’s perfect.”

“Typical man,” Carla replied.

“What do you want?” Steve asked, trying to move things along so he could get rid of them as soon as possible.

“First things first,” Monica replied.  “Show us!”

Steve sighed, but he had been expecting just that.  He quickly undid his pants and pulled them open so they could all see the panties he was wearing.  “Okay?” he asked.  “Satisfied?”

“Pull ‘em down and leave ‘em down!” Monica ordered.

Steve rolled his eyes but complied and pulled his pants down to his knees. 

“Diane,” Monica ordered, “do your magic.”

Steve’s eyes bulged – her magic?

But instead of magic, Diane reached into her bag and brought out a long piece of rope.  Bondage was one of the things she enjoyed in her life.  She guessed it was why she had trouble finding guys that would stay with her.  Within minutes, she had Steve’s hands firmly tied behind his back, then she tied his ankles together while he was still standing.  She pushed down firmly on his shoulders.  “Bend your knees a little,” she said. 

Steve did as he was told and bent his knees slightly until Diane told him it was enough.  Diane tied the ropes around his ankles to the ropes holding his hands behind his back so he could no longer stand up straight.  It was a very uncomfortable and tiring position, but there was nothing he could do about it.

“Excellent,” Monica noted as soon as Diane finished.  Ruth and Carla were both chuckling. 

Carla walked over to him.  With his knees bent she was now taller than he was.  “Not so big now, are you?” she asked.

Steve said nothing.

“You know what I hate though,” Carla continued, “his shirt is covering his panties too much.  We can’t see them.  We should have made him take it off.”

“Too late now,” Ruth replied.

But Diane walked over to Steve and started unbuttoning his shirt.  “Don’t!” Steve cried in alarm.

“What?” Diane asked angrily.

“I mean, please don’t do that,” Steve replied much more contritely.

This time Diane didn’t answer but continued unbuttoning Steve’s shirt, then she pulled it open and back onto his shoulders.  The gasps of surprise from the women in the room were all Steve needed to hear to make his face turn very red as they all stared at his bikini tan lines.

“Well!” Monica finally got out.  “What do we have here?  It looks like you were doing more than just fishing on your vacation.  Tell me Stevie, what kind of vacation did you really have?”

“You know very well what I did,” Steve answered angrily.

His reply took Monica by surprise.  She wasn’t sure what he meant, but she wisely didn’t push the issue.  Instead she said, “Spread out girls, let’s get our search over with.”

Tied up the way he was, there was no way that Steve could do anything to stop them, especially since Monica herself remained standing right in front of him, glaring at him.  Neither of them said a word for a while.  But just as Monica was about to ask if Steve really didn’t know that he had been wearing panties and stockings on their date a few weeks ago, Carla called her from the bedroom.  She left Steve standing right where he was, he couldn’t do anything else.

When Monica entered the bedroom, she saw a large pile of women’s clothes dumped out on the bed.  An empty suitcase was open next to the pile.  Ruth was carrying another smaller suitcase toward the bed.

“I found these in his closet,” Carla explained.

Ruth lifted the other, obviously full, suitcase onto the bed and opened it up.  More women’s clothes.  “My, my,” Ruth said, “it looks like he’s been busy.”

“I’d swear this stuff wasn’t here the last time we checked,” Carla replied.

“It wasn’t,” Monica assured her.  She reached into the pile on the bed and brought out a gold dress.  “Look at this stuff.  And so much.”  She reached into the pile again and brought out a tropical wrap-around skirt.  She held it up and stared at it – and nearly collapsed as the realization struck her.  She hurried back out to the living room.

Steve was kneeling down now to take the pressure off his aching legs.  He still couldn’t go anywhere, but at least he was more comfortable.  He knew that the women had found the suitcases in his closet.  Why hadn’t he thrown all that stuff away like he wanted to?

Monica stood in front of him, still holding the tropical skirt in her hands.  She stared angrily down at Steve for a few seconds, then she looked across the room toward Diane who was just beginning to search Steve’s desk.  “Diane, see if you can find a nice chair for our little friend here and stick him to it.”

Diane giggled as she pulled one of the kitchen chairs over behind Steve.  A few minutes later, Steve was much more comfortable in the chair, but he was tied everywhere imaginable to it.   

“Thanks, Diane,” Monica said as soon as Diane finished.  As Diane finally began searching Steve’s desk, Monica pulled another chair over and set it directly in front of Steve.  She straddled it and looked him straight in the eyes.  “So,” she began, “how was St. Thomas?”

There! The witch had done it.  Steve was almost relieved.  Monica had just practically admitted to him that she was the witch.  “You know very well how it was,” he replied angrily.  “You were watching me every second.”

“What’s he talking about?” Ruth asked.

“Shh!” Monica hushed, never once taking her eyes off of Steve.

But before Monica could say anything else, Diane interrupted all of them.  “Look what I found!”

All eyes turned to see Diane holding up a pile of men’s underwear that she had just pulled out of the bottom drawer of the desk.  She reached in again and pulled out another handful.  “Looks like he bought a bunch.”  She set it all on the desk and looked into the drawer again.  There was something else in the bottom of the drawer.  Curious, she picked it up and looked at it.  It was an old laptop computer.  She was about to put it back again when Monica stopped her. 

“Let me see that!” Monica said as she quickly crossed the room to Steve’s desk.  She took the computer from Diane and looked at it carefully, then she opened it.  “It’s mine!” she exclaimed.

All eyes turned back to Steve, but now they were all angry eyes.  Steve suddenly felt more afraid than ever.

Monica didn’t know whether to be angry or glad.  She was certainly angry at Steve, but she was also glad because now she knew for sure who had robbed her apartment.  She was holding the proof right in her hands.

Her first instinct was to angrily brain Steve over the head with her computer.  In fact she raised it over his head to do just that.  But the gasps of surprise from some of the other women made her stop and think better of that idea. 

She set her computer down on an end table and once again straddled the chair in front of him.  You could have heard a pin drop in the room as the silence built.  But Monica was suddenly at a complete loss for words.  What should she say?  What should she do to him?  The thief was right there in front of her, helplessly tied to a chair.  She could do anything she wanted to him and he would be helpless to stop her.  But the question remained, do what?

Steve was trying desperately to be brave, but it wasn’t easy.  Especially while Monica was just sitting there, staring at him.  Still, he didn’t say a word, just as Monica didn’t say anything either. 

It was Carla who finally broke the silence.  “What are you going to do?”

Monica shook her head.  “I don’t know yet.  I’m still trying to keep myself from killing him.”

Steve’s eyes bulged but he remained silent.

“Want me to call the police?” Ruth asked.

Monica seriously thought about that for a few moments.  She finally shook her head.  “Not yet.  In my opinion, the police are mostly useless.  We’ll wait on that for now.”

“So what are we going to do?” Diane asked. 

Monica sighed.  She was the one who had been robbed.  It was her party.  They were all looking to her for answers.  Answers she just didn’t have.  She finally got to her feet and went into the bedroom where all the clothes from the suitcases had been spread out all over the bed.  She sifted through it all, looking at this and that.  Finally coming to a small decision, she pulled a few items out and carried them back into the living room.  “Here!” she said as she threw the items at Steve.  “I expect you to be wearing them for your panty inspections from now on.”

Steve looked at the items that had bounced off him and landed on the floor.  There was not only panties, but a bra and some pantyhose that were still in their package too that he had never worn. 

But before he could say anything to protest, Monica was suddenly ordering everybody else to leave, telling them that she would see them all tomorrow.  All the other girls had grave misgivings about leaving Monica alone with Steve, but she assured them that she was all right and not to worry, she wasn’t going to hurt him and he wasn’t going to hurt her.

Finally it was just Monica and Steve alone in the room together.  Monica went back and straddled the chair in front of him.  She rested her head in her hands on the back of the chair while she watched him.  It was a shame he was such a jerk.  He was a good looking guy.  Someone she might have liked to get to know better.  But now….

“What are you going to do?” Steve asked.

“I don’t know yet.”

“Haven’t you done enough to me already?”

The question surprised her.  “Done enough?  I…haven’t even begun to do anything to you yet!” Monica replied testily.

“You call what you did to me in St. Thomas nothing?” Steve’s anger was clearly evident.

But Monica wasn’t biting.  “Who is the Sorceress?”

“The who?”

Steve had been caught off guard and was surprised by the question.  Monica realized that he clearly didn’t know.  She got up off her chair to walk around for a few minutes to think.

“Is that what you call yourself?” Steve asked.  “The Sorceress?”

“Not me, you idiot!  Someone else!  Who is she?”

“I don’t know anything about your witch games,” Steve shot back.  “But I wish you would all go away and leave me alone!”

Monica walked over to him and took his chin in her hand.  “I can’t do that now Stevie.  You broke into my apartment.  You hurt me more than you can ever know.  And for that, I simply can’t leave you alone.  I’m going to make you pay for what you did.  I’m going to make you pay, and pay, and pay.”

She released his chin and looked down at him.  The bikini tan lines stood out prominently on his chest.  The bra she had thrown at him was still draped across his legs where it had landed.  She had to ask, “So, do you really hate wearing women’s clothes?”

Steve looked up at her like she was crazy.  “You know I do!” he replied in no uncertain terms.  “It’s stupid!  Not to mention very humiliating.  What is this thing you’ve got for making me do it?”

Monica didn’t answer.  It had been the Sorceress that had started all that, not her.  But obviously, Steve didn’t like it.  And obviously Steve really did think she was a witch.  And just as obvious was that fact that he was very afraid of her.  That was an advantage she knew she couldn’t give up.  Her best bet was to use that somehow.  She just had to figure out the best way.

Finally, she untied Steve’s left arm so that he would be able to free himself once she was gone.  “Till tomorrow,” she said to him.  “Don’t forget, you’d better be wearing what you’re supposed to…or I’ll be even angrier.” 

She opened the door, took one last look at him, and was gone.