Chapter 9 - Donovan Mitchell FTW (Mia Blair's POV) FM/F, F/F [Part 4 of 7]
Julie gave Mia a domineering grin as she circled her with something akin to extreme mischief in her eyes.
Julie: You really do look great like that, Mia?
Mia: Nnnnnnnmmmmmmmpppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!
Julie: But I can see that you’re feeling a little self-conscious.
Mia: Mmmmmpppphhhrhrmmmmmppphhhhh hhhhhmmmmppppphhhhhhhh!!!!!
Julie: Brendan probably would be staring quite a bit. But how could he not? You’re quite a sight. I’ll help you out. I’ll deflect a little bit of his gaze back at me. I’ll get just as undressed as you are.
Mia: Hhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmpppppppppphhhhhhhh?!?!?!?
That’s not what she wanted. She wanted Julie to let her go. But Julie didn’t seem to care what she wanted. Julie just began stripping. She slipped out of her sandals as she simultaneously reached down and grabbed the sides of her halter top cross-armed and pulled it over her head, revealing a bright blue bra. Julie then shimmied out of her exceedingly short skirt revealing a bright blue thong. Clearly the panties that Julie had pulled off earlier that were currently residing inside Mia’s mouth had been some sort of prop. She knew that they weren’t akin to anything that Julie might wear. But the theater of this whole thing wasn’t sitting well with her. Why had Julie had on extra panties? Why had dinner already been ordered seemingly prior to Brendan’s win? There were a few things that weren’t quite adding up.
Mia slid down onto the couch and draped her legs across Mia’s lap with her bare feet resting on Mia’s left thigh. She looked down at her captor. Julie was reclining with a casual arrogance.
Julie: Now. Where were we? I think I’ve got a few things that I need to tell you in order to properly set your expectations for what’s to come. I really do think that you need to drop the whole “Boss Bitch” act and start getting into your role as Brendan’s dominated little slave. It will make things so much better for everybody.
Mia: Nnnnnnmmmmppppphhhhhh hhhhhhhhmmmmmmppppphhhhhhh mmmmmmpppphhhhhhhhmmmmmmm!!!!!!!
Julie: I know how you’re feeling. Don’t think that I don’t. I’ve known you long enough to know exactly how you’re feeling. You wear your frustrations and disappointments out openly in the world. But you’re really not a great listener, Mia. And I’ve always thought that about you. So I want you to shut your little mouth and listen to a few things. Because I don’t think you know how I feel. And that’s partially on me. I haven’t been honest with you about several things. And I’d like to confess those right now.
Mia thought that she was a perfectly adequate listener. But the way to prove that wasn’t be kicking up a ruckus right now. So she had almost no choice but to sit back and listen to Julie. Even though she reviled the way that she was currently being treated.
Julie: There are three lies that I want to confess to. The first is that I’m pretty sure that I told you that I’d be rooting for you tonight.
Mia: Mmmmmmmmpppppphhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhmmmmmpppppphhhhhhh.
Julie had said that. She’d said it when Mia was wavering on the bet. It had certainly seemed like a lie all night. Julie appeared to be firmly on Team Brendan. She’d taken to soothing him when his fate looked bleak and she was currently giddy at Mia’s own ignominious plight. She appeared to be absolutely reveling in Mia’s utter humiliation.
Mia: Yeah. I was going hardcore for the Cavs tonight. And you know me, Mia… I’m not a sports fan. But how exciting was that?!?! It almost made me want to buy a Donovan Mitchell jersey. But I’ve seen the prices. Those things are so God damn expensive. Do you know how many bottles of decent wine I could get for one of those? But I guess he’s probably my new favorite player. It was really fun to watch. When you’ve got stakes riding on a game like this, I can see how you sports fans get so into the spectacle.
Was that her confession? Mia had already sussed out that lie. Julie wasn’t telling her anything that she didn’t know.
Julie: OK. The next lie… it isn’t really a lie. I mean, it is. But it isn’t. It’s more me being intentionally misleading and withholding information from you.
What was Julie getting at now?
Mia: Would you say that you’re of the impression that I’m straight?
What!?!? Yes!! Mia and Julie constantly talked about boys. She seemed thoroughly besotted by Brendan. Julie was definitely straight.
Julie: I don’t want to babble talk an economics major like yourself with my psychology class lessons. But are you familiar with the Kinsey Scale?
Mia: Mmmmmmppppppphhhhhhrrrmmmpppphhhhh hhhhhhhmmmmpppppphhhhhhhhh!!!!!
Julie: Mia, I can’t understand a thing you’re trying to say because of those scrumdiddlyumptious panties that you’re snacking on. I’m going to need you to use your big girl communication skills and either nod or shake your head.
Mia: Mmmmmmmmmmpppppppppphhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mia fumed at her exceedingly condescending and disrespectful sorority little sister. This was so humiliating as it was and she was turning the knife every chance she got. Mia huffed and panted in frustration but nodded her head that she understood what the Kinsey Scale was. She’d taken Psychology 101 for three of her science credits. She had little interest in trying to deal with the hard sciences like Physics or Organic Chemistry at the college level.
Julie: Good. Well, I’m pretty solidly a 2. I honestly believed in high school that I was a 3. But there’s just something about men. They’re intolerable and infuriating and more than a little gross, but God bless them they definitely have a certain allure. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t thoroughly enjoy a dalliance with females. You may have heard that Brendan and I have experimented a little bit with three ways. Everybody thinks that that was for his benefit and pleasure. Believe you me… those were a little gift for me. Brendan is certainly enough for me. But I want to try and taste everything from life’s rich tapestry while we are young and there is just something about the female form that I find so insatiable.
As Julie was saying this, Mia could feel Julie running her bare foot from Mia’s thigh, up her bare midriff, and then poking at Mia’s breasts with her wiggling toes. It was making Mia’s skin crawl a little bit as Julie was talking about Mia like she was a piece of meat.
Mia: Mmmmmmmpppppphhhhhh!!!!!! Nnnnnnnnmmmmmmpppppppphhhhhhh mmmmmmmppppphhhhhhhh!!!!!!
Julie smiled mockingly at Mia’s discomfort and continued to trace around the area of Mia’s nipple with her big toe as Mia squirmed and bucked.
Julie: Relax. This isn’t some long con on my part to get you in bed. I’m just having fun because you’re our prisoner and you have it coming. I can’t imagine that there are too many people who come out in high school and then go back in the closet in college. But it’s just easier to be a Delta Gamma without people knowing. And that kind of sucks.
Mia: Hhhhmmmmmmppppppphhhhhhh?!?!? Mmmmmmmmmpppppphhhhh mmmmmmpppppphhhhhh hhhhhhhhmmmmpppphhhhhrrrrrmmmmmppppphhhhhhh!!!!!!
Mia was a little incensed by this accusation. They had plenty of out sorority sisters. Briana, Mara, Heather… and she thought they all felt welcome and accepted at Delta Gamma. What was Julie getting at?
Julie: Oh. I know that you think that we’re accepting. But I hear a lot of the tasteless jokes that get made. I see you girls hike up your towels a little bit higher after a shower whenever one of our lesbian sisters is around. There isn’t outright prejudice. But I think there’s a stigma. And it’s just easier to not be out. Especially when I’m involved with a guy. I feel bad for not saying anything. But it really wasn’t anything that you’d earned the right to know.
Mia: Mmmmmmmmmppppphhhhhhhmmmmmppppppphhhhhhh!!!!!!
Mia and Julie would have to agree to disagree on this one. Mia knew the tasteless jokes that Julie was talking about. But that was just good fun. She didn’t want to have to walk on egg shells around people. She and the other girls wouldn’t make them if they thought that they were really bothering anybody. And if Julie thought that Mia was being subconsciously prejudiced against the specter of predatory lesbianism… then it was a little disingenuous for her to keep rubbing Mia’s tits with her bare foot.
Julie had actually slid closer and closer to Mia as her monologue had progressed. Julie’s almost bare bottom was getting closer and closer to Mia’s thigh. All of the sudden Mia felt Julie’s foot traverse it’s way upward and start rubbing against her face. Ew. Fucking gross.
Mia: Mmmmmmmmppppppppphhhhhhh nnnnnnnnnnnmmmmmpppppphhhhhhh hhhhhhhhmmmmmmpppppppphhhhhhh!!!!!!!
Mia squirmed and bucked and thrashed indignantly as Julie danced her dainty little toes across Mia’s face.
Julie: Wow. I have to say. We did a really good job with the gag. You sound ridiculous. I can’t make heads or tails of your cute little mumbles. That mouth of yours is really packed. And look at this cute little bump. I guess those panties were just a little too big.
Julie tapped her toes twice on the bump that formed near the lips on the front of Mia’s gag where the wisps of the panties had still been protruding out of her mouth.
Julie: As you can probably guess… those weren’t my regularly scheduled panties. I wanted to give you a mouthful. So I did a little improvising. I understand why you didn’t pick Brendan when we gave you the option… but it probably would have been more pleasant. There’s a lot of mess on there.
Mia: Mmmmmmmppppphhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhmmmmppppphhhhhh nnnnnnmmmppppphhhhhh mmmmppphhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!
She hadn’t picked anything. She’d refused to pick. This wasn’t on her. She’d FORBID them from using their underwear to gag her.
Julie: Yeah. Those can’t be fun. I wore them under my shorts to spin class a few times. It certainly wasn’t comfortable. But the look on your face tells me that it was worth it. And I’ve been using them to wipe the counters here for the last two days or so.
Mia: Mmmmmmppppphhhhhhhh nnnnnnnnnmmmppppphhhhh hhhhhhhmmmppppphhhhhhh!!!!!!
Mia cringed and thrust angrily. This was disgusting.
Julie: Don’t worry. I wiped down the counters properly afterwards. We have standards for Brendan’s counters.
Mia glared at her in disgust. But Julie knew that’s not what she meant.
Julie: Ironically, I can almost promise you that you’re going to wish that those panties and that gag were even more severe in about twenty minutes. You’re going to pray that they’d make you even quieter. I know that that’s hard to contextualize now. But you’ll just have to wait and see.
Mia: Mmmmmmmpppppphhhhhhhh nnnnnnnmmmpppppppphhhhhh hhhhhhhhmmmmppppphhhhh nnnnnnnmmmmpppphhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
Mia wasn’t interested in waiting and seeing anything. Julie had better let her go post haste or the consequences of her actions would crash down on Julie like a chandelier.
Julie: I suppose that brings me to lie number three. Doesn’t it?
Mia: Hhhhmmmmppppphhhhhhh?!?!
Mia was beside herself. But she was interested to hear what additional treachery Julie had in store for her.
Julie: I said that I’d keep Brendan in line. That I wouldn’t let him go too far if he won. That was probably the biggest lie of all. I’m not going to hold him back. I’m going to push him harder than he is comfortable going.
Mia: Hhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmpppppphhhhhhhh!??!?!?!?!?! Nnnnnnnnnmmmmmpppppppphhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!
This was unacceptable! Mia was her sorority sister. That was a sacred bond. Mia was vulnerable. Julie absolutely owed it to her to protect her.
Julie: Yep. You see. Brendan isn’t like you and me, Mia. He doesn’t have that little demon inside him that preys on other people.
What the fuck was she talking about? Mia didn’t have a demon inside of her.
Julie: He’s not cutthroat like us. He’s really sweet. That’s what I love about him. But he’s too sweet for his own good. He owes you some torment and then some and I’m going to make sure that he gets his pound of flesh. I’m going to push him towards things that he’d never do of his own volition. I won’t be holding him back. If you’re lucky… he’ll be holding me back.
Mia: Nnnnnnmmmpppphhh hhhhhmmmppphhhh mmmmmppphhhhrrrrmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!
Julie: Speaking of which, we have some really fun stuff in store for you. Some games. Some tasks. I should really get you ready for the first one before he comes back. So why don’t we quit messing around and get you on your feet? I need to get you all set up, my snug little bug.
Julie slid her feet off of Mia and onto the floor as she pushed up off the couch.
Julie: Alright, sister. Up you go.
She reached down and took a firm hold of Mia and pulled her up into a standing position. This was going too far. Mia struggled and gyrated around for all that she was worth. But Julie was significantly stronger than her. Even if she weren’t tied up. This wasn’t a fair fight. She was on her feet in a matter of seconds with Julie lording over her. She huffed indignantly and gave Julie a stare that should probably have been able to kill. Julie simply smirked at her and Mia took great offense. She hopped up in the air and stomped down on Julie’s foot with her bound feet. She had intended to be a violent act, but Julie just looked at her like it was the insignificant act of a snotty child.
Julie: Now, listen here, you smarmy little minx.
Julie gave Mia’s left breast a sharp, indiscreet honk.
Mia: Mmmmmmmmmpppppppppphhhhhhhhh!!!!!
Mia was huffing wildly and glowering furiously at her sorority sister. She was angry. Very angry. And if her hands weren’t firmly box tied behind her, she would have throttled Julie. Her anger only seemed to fuel Julie, however, as the tall shapely blonde gave her sorority sister a devilish smile in response.
Julie: You’ve got to learn that you’re not in charge anymore. And that things are going to be much more pleasant for you when you learn to do what your told, when your told. That starts here. With me. But it extends to when Brendan comes back. He won. Fair and square. You’re his slave. Whatever he wants. You’re going to do it. He’s the boss. Understood?
Mia: Nnnnnnmmmmppppppphhhhhh mmmmmpppphhhhhhhmmmm nnnnmmmppphhhh nnnmmmpppphhhhh!!!!!
Mia was unleashing a defiant fury out from beneath her gag on her bratty little sorority sister. Not that Julie was going to be able to make out any of it. The panties and duct tape were seeing to that. But Mia was definitely making it clear that she was nonplussed by the current state of affairs and that consequences would be forthcoming.
Julie: I really, really wish that you had just fully stripped when we told you to and not insisted on keeping your underwear on.
Mia: Mmmpppphhhhhhh mmmmmppphhhh nnnmmmppphhhh hhhmmpppphhhhhhh!!!!!
Julie: This bra and panty combo looks SOOOOO cute. And I really hate the fact that I’m going to have to cut them off of you now.
Mia: Hhhhhhhhhhhhpppppphhhhhhhhhh?!?!?!?! Nnnnnnnnmmmmppppppphhhhhhhh!!!!! Mmmppphhhhhhhh!!!! Nnnnnmmmppppphhhhh!!!!!
If Julie thought that she was going to do that, then Julie was sorely mistaken. She’d make her a dead woman. That was beyond the pale. Entirely uncalled for.
Julie: I mean…it’s only fair right. You’ve seen Brendan entirely naked. I’m going to make sure that he sees EVERY. LAST. STITCH. OF. YOU.
On each of those last five words Julie poked and prodded her in a different place working her way down Mia’s body. She poked her in the forehead, tapped her finger twice right on top of Mia’s gagged lips, gave her covered nipples a little flick, poked her directly in her naval, and finally stroked her right over her panty covered pussy. Mia had tried to give this condescending little bitch as little reaction as possible, since she knew that’s what she wanted. But the final contact with her most private and delicate region made her squeal with indignation.
Mia: Mmmmpppppppphhhhhhhhh?!?!?!? Hhhhmmmppppppphhhhhh!!!!!! Nnnnnmmmmpppphhhhhhhmmmmm mmmmmpppphhhhrrrmmmmmmppphhhhh!!!!!!!!
Julie was really pushing her fucking luck. And Mia was certainly going to light her ass up when she was done with this ridiculous, unacceptable humiliation. The contemptuous look that she was giving Julie right now was certainly scornful.
Julie: Oh, come on. You know you’ve earned this. You were a VERY naughty girl.
Mia: HHhhmmmmmppppphhhhh?!?!?! Nnnnmmmmmpppppphhhhhhh mmmmmmpppppphhhhhhh hhhhhmmmppppphhhrrrrmmmmmmmm!!!!!
Mia realized that what they’d done to Brendan had not been nice. And it HAD been her idea. But Julie was just as guilty if not more so. Julie had been JUST as excited about it as she had been. Julie had played an even more integral part in tormenting and humiliating Brendan. Who the fuck was she to be all high and mighty now and pretend like Mia had been the “naughty girl”?
Mia: Mmmmppphhhhrrmmppphhh hhhhhmmmmppppphhhhhh mmmmpppphhhhhhh!!!!
Mia thrust her head towards Julie in some vain attempt to get her point across. There was zero chance that Julie actually was interpreting any part of her protests. Her smug sorority sister’s grotesque panties and the layers of tape were turning all of her ravings into absolutely unintelligible gibberish. Julie was just smirking and smiling with a self-satisfied arrogant dominance as Mia uselessly postured and lobbed a thoroughly muffled tirade at her. Mia was sure that this was all Brendan’s doing. He’d turned her sister against her. Poisoned her. Convinced her that Mia was the responsible party. That Mia needed to be punished. Maybe he was only even with Julie to get proximity for such a revenge. There was no way that Julie could blame Mia and consider herself free from blame if it wasn’t for manipulations from Brendan. Julie wasn’t that detached from reality. This was some brainwashing bullshit. However, Julie’s eventual response made Mia think that she just might be able understand her a little bit.
Julie: Me?? Were you saying what about me?
Mia: Mmmmpppphhhh hhhhmmmmppppphhhhhhh.
Julie: Are you saying that I was a naughty girl also?
Mia: Mmmmmppppphhhhhh hhhhhhhmmmmpppphhhhhh!!!!!
Mia was glad that her sorority sister was getting it.
Julie: Well of course I was a naughty girl. I was incredibly guilty. I know that. Of course I know that. What we did was BAD. Like REALLY BAD. Please don’t think that I don’t know that and that I don’t think about that often.
Mia: Hhmmmmppppppphhhhhhh mmmmpppppphhhhh mmmppphhhhhhrrrmmmmppphhhhhhhhh?!?!?!
Now Mia was confused. Had Julie just been teasing her about this being some sort of reprisal. Was this simply for Julie’s entertainment. Julie realizing that what she was doing wasn’t OK…but doing it anyway.
Julie: You’re such a silly goose, Mia. You still think this is about Red Letter Night, don’t you? You think that’s what I mean by “naughty girl”?
Mia: Hhhhhhmmmmmpppppphhhhhh?!?!?
Of course Mia thought that this was about Red Letter Night. Giving Brendan an opportunity at revenge. Tying her up. Gagging her with Julie’s panties. Toying with her. Stripping her nude. What else could it possibly be about?
Julie: No. No. No. My dear, Mia. Don’t get me wrong. That might deserve punishment enough. But we’re past that now. That was something that Brendan and I had to get over. And we got over it. He’s completely forgiven me. Have I forgiven myself? No. Will I ever? God, I hope so. But Brendan has made his peace with what I did to him. And through some sort of transitive osmosis I think he was more than ready to forgive the rest of you also. You never ASKED him for forgiveness. You never apologized. You never tried to make anything right. You never tried to make him feel like he was anything more to you than an object of torment. But I’ve found that Brendan has such a small capacity for animosity and pettyness. He doesn’t want to let it poison his heart. So he lets it go. And that was quite a boon for you and the other girls.
Mia: Hhhhhmmmmpmppppphhhhhhh mmmmppphhhhhh hhhmmppphhhhrrrmmmmmmm nnnmmmppphhhh mmppphhhhh?????
Now Mia was confused. If Brendan didn’t need revenge or closure, then what was the purpose of this whole shameful charade? Why was she tied up? Why was there a disgusting pair of panties shoved in her mouth? Why was her sorority sister being a royal bitch to her? And why was Julie demanding that she be stripped naked so Brendan could take his pound of flesh if Brendan truly didn’t give a fuck anymore about what happened last April?