Sticky Sorority: A Tale of Revenge
Mia fumed as she trudged back to her Sorority house after the worst afternoon of her deteriorating life. She tried to avoid being seen by other people as she stormed down the sidewalk of frat row, but sometimes it was unavoidable. Whenever she had to pass too closely to another human being, she brought her hands around to her backside to cover up the large, embarrassing hole in the seat of her pants.
Two of her sorority sisters had played a nasty prank on her. Quinn and Valentina, both popular members of the cheer squad, had invited her out to play a friendly game of tennis with Ryker, a boy they knew she had a crush on. As it turned out, their plan all along had been to trick her into sitting down in a puddle of glue they had put on one of the benches for her.
She had eventually gotten free, albeit after much laughter from her two sisters. Even Ryker had joined in the laughter a little bit. But most infuriatingly, it had ruined her best pair of athletic pants, which they didn't seem the least bit concerned about. That was it! She was going to get them back. She didn't know how yet, but she was going to get them good!
She stormed through the doors of the chapter house, hoping she could make her way to her room without having to talk to anyone. Luck was just not with her today. She had barely gone two steps before she was face to face with Evelyn, the overbearing Chapter President.
"Mia!" she shouted. "For heaven's sake, fix yourself up! You look like trash! I can see half your ass! That is NOT the image I want being presented for Gamma Lambda Upsilon."
"This wasn't on purpose," she grumbled, and shoved past her, having every intention of doing as she had just said.
Things were bad when even the Chapter President had it out for you. Mia had never been popular from the start, but most of the hostilities had started when a boy Evelyn had trying to make herself available to had made a pass at Mia instead.
"If you like him, just ask him out," Mia had said.
"That's not how it works for us girls," Evelyn had retorted, as if Mia where a child with no idea of how adults dated.
Since then, Evelyn had regarded Mia as some sex-crazed harlot, stealing all the men away from the more deserving and proper girls. This was, of course, ridiculous. Mia was far from popular with the boys, and didn't even consider herself all that good-looking. She spent many a Friday night by herself in her room, as she very much intended to do on this one.
Falling out of favor of the chapter president had hurt her status in Gamma Lambda Upsilon enough, but things had really taken a dive when they had all gathered to play Kings a couple weeks ago. When the 'Truth' card was drawn, Evelyn had asked the girls what their secret kink was, and Mia had made the grievous mistake of answering truthfully. She admitted to having a bit of a super glue fetish, that sometimes she played with it on her skin, and often wondered what it would feel like being glued to a romantic partner. A couple of the other girls had admitted to some odd or silly interests, so she figured there would be no harm.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" had been the first thing out of Evelyn's mouth.
And she had found no more sympathy from any of the other girls present. She might as well have admitted to liking feces for how she was treated after that. That bit of gossip had spread to every corner of the chapter house by morning. The glue prank from barely half an hour ago had only been the culmination of the harassment she had received since then, and she doubted she had even seen the worst of it yet.
As she entered the privacy of her room, she slammed the door behind her. She changed into a good pair of pants, and then just sat down on her bed, moping.
...
Mia only emerged when she was hungry. She made her way down to the kitchen, meaning to grab a banana, or whatever else she could find that she could disappear with. But before she was even in sight of the kitchen, she heard the condescending voice of Madison, and the angry retort of Aurora. Mia could only make out a few words of their argument, which was fine with her. They seemed to be arguing about who had the better boobs, which was fairly typical of them. Being the two hottest girls in the sorority, these vain fashionistas always found some little thing to be competitive about, and it wasn't the friendly kind of competition.
She was just around the corner, still trying to make up her mind about whether to walk into the kitchen or come back later, when she heard Madison say something about "that flat-chested glue freak," and Aurora chortle in response. Finally, they both found something they agreed on. Mia turned around, deciding she wasn't starving enough to tolerate the attention she would certainly get if she walked into the kitchen.
She couldn't decide if Madison and Aurora were friends or mortal enemies. Despite their rivalry, they were seldom seen apart. They were always fighting over who was the alpha female. It often involved nasty words and screaming, and sometimes even nails and hair-pulling. The only thing they ever seemed to get along for was picking on poor Mia. They loved to point out her unfortunate lack of breasts, her scrawny, boyish frame, or anything else. To them, she was a hopeless virgin who couldn't attract even the most desperate of boys.
"Well, girls? Which is it?" she demanded to her empty room as she slammed the door behind her for the second time that night. "Am I a virgin, or am I a slut? I can't be both! Which one do you want me to be?"
Neither was true. She'd had a boyfriend before. She'd even had a couple of sexual encounters in her life so far. She'd also turned down a couple of propositions, which she didn't think was all that atypical for someone her age. Sure, the boys weren't exactly drooling over her, but neither was she hopeless.
She slumped herself down on her cushioned windowsill and stared out into the darkening sky, brooding. Across the street, she could see group of young men and women, all laughing joyously, enter another sorority house for a nice social gathering. She wasn't sure whether to be envious or overjoyed. She had met a few of them already, and they were genuinely wholesome people. They didn't fight over sexual prospects, they didn't try to establish a cut-throat pecking order over superfluous things like money or looks, and they never needed to bully someone to boost their own self-esteem. At least she knew there were good people out in the world, outside the walls of Gamma Lambda Upsilon.
Gamma Lambda Upsilon, however, was the most toxic group of women Mia had ever met, and she was regretting ever having pledged with them. She had barely been with them for two semesters, and it was already taking a toll on her mental health. She was actually starting to believe the horrible things her sisters said about her. She was starting believe she was unattractive. She was starting to feel that she was lesser to the other girls for the fact that boys weren't fawning over her, while paradoxically feeling guilty every time she flirted with a boy she liked, as if that would make her a whore. Now, her grades were suffering and she had become even more socially withdrawn. Her life felt like a prison, slowly strangling the life out of her, with no clear way to escape. She hated her sisters for the horrible ways they treated her, yet she believed in the back of her mind that she deserved it, which only made her hate herself even more.
She watched the sky darken as she sat and contemplated. How much longer could she survive like this? She considered whether she should leave the sorority, or even quit the university altogether. But she felt so helpless right now she couldn't even make a decision about what to do for the rest of the night, let alone major life decisions about her future. How could she possibly deal with these horrible, people? Could she get them back? Would her sanity even last another month. She tried to work up the courage to even leave her bedroom and deal with the world outside, even for basic necessities as food, but that motivation would not come.
After some time, Mia was pulled from her thoughts as she saw a bright light streak across the sky. A shooting star! Even Mia wasn't so gloomy as to be unimpressed by such a rare sight. If you saw a shooting star, weren't you supposed to make a wish?
"I wish..." she muttered quietly to herself, "that I had a way to get these people back GOOD for how they've been treating me. All of them!"
Was it stupid to think that there was any magic in a lump of rock and iron that just happened to get too close to Earth's gravitational pull? How could it possibly have any influence on her life short of crashing down on her head? Well, maybe you're never too old to pretend.
By now, the chapter house seemed to be quiet. She forced herself to get up and leave her room at long last. It wasn't that she was driven by hunger. It took a deliberate force of will to make herself leave her room and take care of her basic bodily needs. After a simple meal and a shower, she slumped down in her bed and stared up at the dark ceiling until she eventually fell asleep.
...
When she woke up, sunlight was streaming through the window. Was it too late to change her wish? Another several hours of darkness would be about the best thing in the world right now. Today was Saturday, which might have once made her happy. But that meant it was time to go have fun and be sociable, which gave her nothing but anxiety. A few hours of lecture would have been the perfect excuse to disappear from sorority life.
She felt around on her nightstand for her phone to check what time it was. But between her and her phone, her hand brushed against an unfamiliar object. After she had checked the time, she sat up and looked at her nightstand.
On top of it was a large, wooden shaft, nothing she remembered having, let alone placing there. What was it, and oversized pencil? A single chop stick? She picked it up and looked it over. No, neither of those. It was about a foot long, and wider at one end, as if meant to be a hand grip. It was made of dark, polished wood: rather fine craftsmanship, in fact.
She turned it around in her hands, analyzing it, until she saw a small inscription. "WAND OF ADHESION," it read.
"Yeah, ha ha," she muttered. One of her sisters must have placed that there as a joke. Had they seriously snuck in as she was asleep? Or had they placed it there earlier, and she had just failed to notice it? What was this even supposed to be, a magic wand that glued things together? If only. Whoever did this had put a serious amount of craftsmanship into a stupid prank.
She stepped into her slippers and, still holding the wand, wandered over to her window to look out on the vibrantly lit frat row, pondering what in the world she wanted to do with yet another day as a member of the worst sorority in history. A young woman in a pretty floral dress and a book bag walked briskly down the sidewalk, looking oh-so-blissful. Who was she, and what right did she have to be so happy in such a cruel world? Probably planning a date with a loving boyfriend, or a party with friends who only supported her, and never tried to diminish her.
"And... stick!" Mia commanded, as she waved the wand at her.
But Mia's eyes widened in disbelief as she saw what happened! The girl had stopped in her tracks with a lurch! She started tugging at her feet, which she seemed to have suddenly rooted themselves to the sidewalk. Even across the street and through her double-paned window, she could faintly hear the girl's cries of shock and dismay.
"Oh shit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! What did I do? Uhhhh... UN-stick! UN-stick! RELEASE!" she shouted desperately, as she waved her wand at the struggling, innocent girl.
The girl's feet quickly came free from whatever had ensnared them, so quickly she had to stumble to keep from falling over. Still a bit shaken up, the girl looked at the sidewalk and at the soles of her shoes, trying to figure out what in the world she had just stepped in.
Mia hurried away from her window, afraid that if the girl saw her she would know exactly what she had done to her. She looked down at the wand in her hands again, as her heart pounded with a feeling of awe. Had that actually just happened? If anybody had meant giving this wand to her as a prank, they had made a serious mistake!
She had to figure out what this thing could do. She pointed the wand down at her own feet, and gave the same command. She felt nothing out of the ordinary until she tried to move her feet. They were stuck fast to the floor! Even stranger, it seemed to work clear through her slippers. Each time she pulled, she could feel the bottoms of her slippers tugging at her skin. It was a very curious sensation.
"Release!" she commanded, and her feet and slippers alike came free instantly.
"Oh, my god! Wow!" she gasped under her breath!
She sat down at her desk and placed her hand on the surface. "Stick!" she ordered the wand, and the palm of her hand instantly clung to the wood surface. She tugged at it a few times, even stood up and braced her other hand against the desktop to get maximum leverage. Her hand wouldn't budge! She sat back down and leaned in, trying to get a close look at the strange bond. Each time she pulled, she saw the skin of her palm stretch a small fraction of an inch. She couldn't see any glue, no substance of any sort, or any visible effects at all around the bond. Her skin simply couldn't be pulled away from the wood.
Mia was starting to get a little horny already. This wand was way better than super glue! Not only was the bond so much stronger, it didn't hurt a bit. It wasn't even uncomfortable to pull against. It could be applied instantly, and removed just as easily with no cleanup whatsoever! And she could use it on anything! Or anyone...
As eager as she was to try her new weapon on her enemies, she decided it would be best to practice with it and see what it was truly capable of. She released her hand. She placed her hand back in the same spot, but tried giving a different command.
"Fingers to the desk."
When she pulled up, only her fingertips had stuck to the desk. Her palm came away freely. She could give it specific commands!
She released her hand. She commanded "Fingers to the desk," again, but this time held her hand a few inches above the surface. Nothing happened. But when she placed her fingertips on the desk a second later, they stuck to it instantly. She could set traps! Maybe she could even specify a single person.
She was so excited she was practically shaking!
...
Several hours later, Mia made her way toward the Intra-Mural and Athletics building. She had spent the rest of that morning trying everything she could imagine with that wand on herself, until she was more satisfied than she had ever felt in her life. What a rush it had been! And she had also learned quite a few tricks.
But now it was time for business. She patted the leg of her jeans, feeling the wand underneath. She had poked a hole in the bottom of her front pocket, just big enough for the narrow tip to slide through. She knew Quinn and Valentina, the girls who had glued her to the bench, finished up their workout about this time. She would do her deed in the locker room, and here was why: Quinn, and often Valentina as well, liked to hang out nude in the locker room for unnecessary lengths of time. Wasn't that something that old people were supposed to do?
Maybe it was some sort of power move. Maybe they wanted to show off not just their athletic bodies to the other girls, but the fact that they were confident beyond modesty. It sure intimidated Mia, who was the sort of girl to face a corner and change as quickly as she could.
Well, this gave her an opportunity to do them one better. She wouldn't just stick their butts to a bench. She would stick them to a bench fully naked!
Before her targets were done with their routine, Mia scoped out the locker room. Looking through the mesh, she quickly verified that they had used their usual lockers. She looked left and right to make sure nobody was looking, and brought out her wand.
"Quinn's naked butt to bench," she whispered, and then "Valentina's naked butt to bench," as she pointed her wand to the appropriate spots.
The trap was set! Now it was just time to wait. She sat in the next aisle over and waited for them to arrive.
They arrived more or less on time. She moved to a hiding place she had prepared at the end of the aisle of lockers near the wall, where she had opened a locker door to provide a little cover. She watched through the mesh of the opened door, unnoticed, as they chatted and gossiped. They sat down on their respective benches, and began to peel off their sweaty gym clothing, but since they were still partially dressed, the traps didn't trigger.
Now it was time for the shorts to come off! They stood up and slid them off. Then, they threw their used clothes into their lockers, grabbed their towels, and headed for the showers.
"Damn it," she cursed, silently.
She thought about following them into the showers to see what mischief she could cause there, but decided the risks of being seen were too great. And so, she took a seat in the next aisle over and waited for them to return from the shower, while she pretended to be composing an email on her phone.
Sure enough, they returned a few minutes later, laughing louder than before, and with their towels slung over their shoulders. Mia hurried over to her corner to watch and see what transpired. But to her chagrin, they never actually sat down on the benches. At least they seemed to be delaying putting their clothes back on until the last minute. Surely, they would sit their bare asses down on the benches. She had seen them do it plenty of times before.
She waited as they finished freshening up and organizing their belongings, but they never actually sat down. Finally, after finishing everything else they could possibly do first, they reached for their underwear. Mia's heart beat faster in anticipation, but instead of sitting down to put their underpants on, they both bent over, doing the task while standing.
Mia almost cursed out loud. Once their underwear was on, her spell wouldn't trigger! She realized she might be lucky even to stick their fully clothed butts to the bench, so she wrapped her fingers around the wand, ready to take any opportunity she might get.
But the opportunity that arose was better than she could have planned for! As they bent over to step into their underpants, their bare, muscular butts bumped into each other, perfectly cheek to cheek. Knowing she had a second to act at most, she pointed her wand at then and whispered "Butt to butt!"
"Oops, excuse me!" Quinn giggled. "Didn't mean to... AHH!!"
"Hey, what are you doing? Quit tugging on my butt!" Valentina complained.
"I'm not trying to!"
"And get your butt off mine!"
"I AM trying to! I don't know what..."
She trailed off mid-sentence as both girls twisted their bodies trying to look around behind them to see what was going on. When that failed to give them any better understanding, they felt their backsides with their hands.
"Shit! I think out butts are stuck together!"
"What? HOW?"
"I don't know! Here, just grab onto something and pull."
They both grabbed onto the insides of their open lockers across the aisle from each other and tried to pull themselves apart. They tugged good and hard, grunting with the effort. They pulled until their arms began to shake from all the strain. Nothing they did mattered. Their bare butts were stuck fast! Mia grinned from ear to ear, enjoying this sight immensely!
"Dammit!" Valentina cursed, after sever minutes of fruitless struggling.
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