Author's note: This story involves heavy elements of non-consensual sex, as well as bondage and incest. It's also just freaky! Read on to peek into a scary basement where a group of friends will be forced to play games pushing them past their limits.
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Pain. Pain was the only thing Tommy knew. His head, neck, shoulders and right wrist ached. It felt like the time he and his friend had slept on the floor after stealing a bottle of vodka, but worse.
Tommy groaned, making his head throb more. Christ, he felt terrible.
To his left, he heard a noise. It took him a moment to process that noise into words. One word. Repeated.
"Tommy? *Tommy*!"
He cracked one eye open. The light from the room was too bright. He closed it.
"Tommy! You have to wake up!"
Wait a minute. He knew that voice.
With a great effort, Tommy slowly sat up and opened his eyes. The harsh industrial lighting took a moment to adjust to. Blinking, he focused in on his girlfriend, Jenny.
Jenny was a petite girl, just 5 feet tall. She'd always preferred her books to sports or anything too physically demanding. That was how she'd caught Tommy's eye last year. He'd been drawn to the cute, bookish, ultra-petite nerd in glasses.
Tommy could see all of her small body at the moment, because Jenny was naked.
Her short frame was strung up against the cement wall opposite him. Her thin wrists were tightly bound with metal cuffs to opposite corners of the wall. Her arms were pulled taut.
Her curly red hair fell down in waves around her bare shoulders, touching her breasts. Jenny had tiny A-cups with perky, pointy nipples above a narrow waist and small hips. Her thin legs were pressed together tightly.
"Tommy!" she cried, pulling against her bonds. "Help!"
Tommy tried to get to his feet, still groggy. That plan was abandoned when something tugged at his arm, pulling him back to the ground. He looked down and noticed a metal cuff on his right wrist. He was bound to the wall too. Oh, and he was naked too.
His head whipped back and forth. They were trapped in a dark, dirty basement. It looked like no one had come here for decades.
His heart began to race. His breath came out in short, quick gasps. Sweat rolled down his armpits. This felt like a bad dream.
A noise drew his gaze left, to a TV that was so old it still had dials to change the channel. It crackled to life, but only static appeared on the screen. A voice emerged.
"Good morning, Tommy and Jenny!"
The voice spoke perfect English. It had no accent he could place. It used no slang and gave no clues of any kind to the speaker's identity. It was recognizably male, but it could have been any age.
The thing that made Tommy's eyes widen was something intangible. Something about the voice conveyed absolute malice and contempt for the listener. He'd heard that tone before. His bully from fourth grade. His stepdad when he caught Tommy with a joint. The cop who'd stopped him, just because he was bored.
"I am so pleased you two are awake. Let us awaken the others."
A mechanical *chunk* sounded as a light came on 10 feet to their left. With mounting horror, Tommy saw their friends.
Jacob was attached to the wall by a metal cuff encircling his left ankle. His girlfriend, Mia, was strapped down to a table. A metal bar running just below her large breasts held her in place. On the other side, Mia's older brother Ryan was held in place, ominously, by a metal plate encircling his neck. All three were naked.
"Now then." The ominous voice rang out. "What you do in this room over the next 15 minutes will affect the rest of your life. Are you ready to play?"
***
*Two days earlier...*
"I just don't see what the big deal is," Mia complained. "We'll all be gone from this stupid fucking school in a month's time anyway."
"The big *deal* is they'll hold you back from graduating," Ryan retorted, taking a sip from his beer. "They did it to a couple guys the year before me."
Mia cocked her head, moving her light brown tresses. "I thought that was an urban legend."
"Nope," her brother said, shaking his head. "Jack, Connor and Pat didn't get to walk with us. They spent the whole summer cleaning the school with the janitor."
Jenny looked horrified. "But- what about their diplomas? How did they get into college?"
Ryan drank from his Yuengling again. He'd recently turned 21 and, as he loved to remind his 18-year-old sister Mia, could legally drink at restaurants. "They'd already been accepted. I think Dartmouth gave Connor shit over it, but his dad's a huge donor. He still got in."
"Do you think he walked into Dartmouth still smelling like cleaning supplies?" asked Tommy, grinning.
Ryan laughed. "Probably."
Jenny pursed her lips. A lifelong honors and Advanced Placement student, Jenny's deepest fear was coming home to her parents with anything less than a A. She hadn't disappointed them yet, either. The pretty redhead was on track to graduate high school with a 4.2 grade-point average. Tommy didn't understand how someone could have *over* a 4.0. She'd tried to explain it to him once (something to do with AP classes and weighting), but he didn't get it. Whatever. In a month's time, she'd take the stage as their valedictorian.
Tommy liked Jenny. A lot of people thought she was a goody two-shoes, but he'd spent enough time with her on debate team to know she was just shy. Around people she knew and trusted, Jenny showed a wicked sense of humor. She was also incredibly sweet and thoughtful. She never forgot Tommy's birthday. When she came over, she didn't mind hanging around while he and Jacob played Warzone. She never nagged or harassed him.
Yep, Jenny was the perfect girlfriend. Almost.
"Well, I think that sucks," Mia said, crossing her arms in front of her ample chest. "We should be able to do a senior prank."
Mia's gigantic breasts were a running joke among their friend group. Her boyfriend, Jacob, once compared called them (with no small satisfaction) "anime-sized titties."
Jacob, sitting with his arm around her shoulders, grinned. "Don't let them stop you, babe. Your prank would be legendary." He squeezed her shoulders, causing her to smile and lean her head back against the side of his head for a moment.
A scowl flashed across Ryan's face. "Ugh."
Mia's mouth curled. "I'm sorry for being affectionate with my *boyfriend*."
"Please don't."
"Sorry, dude!" Jacob said with a smile. "Your sister's hot!" With an exagerrated motion, he leaned his head around and planted an obnoxiously loud kiss on Mia's lips.
Tommy averted his eyes. His jaw clenched slightly. Fuck, he was jealous. Not of Mia. He'd known her since they were 5 and had no attraction to her, tits or not. He was jealous Jacob had a girlfriend who actually liked sex. Something Jenny, for all her good qualities, didn't.
Ryan scooted his chair back from the table. "I'm getting another beer," he said, getting up.
Jenny immediately leaned in. "Do you think they really weren't allowed to walk at graduation?"
"I don't know," said Tommy. "Maybe?"
"When does he go back to college?" Jacob asked.
"Not until August," Mia said. "Colleges are on a different calendar."
"The prank thing might not be true," Tommy reasoned. "Ryan lies a lot."
"God," Mia said, rolling her eyes. "When I was 4, he tried to convince me narwhals were real."
