I was a tom boy, through and through. Never wore a dress, never wore makeup. Jeans and t-shirts, sports bras and pony tails. The only thing feminine about me was my long hair (past my ass) which I kept for my mom's sake. We had made a deal years before when I was 16. If I kept it long, she wouldn't nag about everything else.
At 5'9" I was still shorter than the guys, but growing up with four brothers made me tougher than most. I played hockey, football, and basketball. I used to play soccer too. I work out and have even gotten to the point where you can see my abs. The only thing I hated about my body are my breasts. They are way too big and constantly getting in the way. 38D-27-36. Exactly what my friends say yea for. Whatever.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a lesbian or anything. I just haven't found "the one" you know? I mean, I don't like the idea of being with a guy who wants me to be something I'm not. My friends accept me, I'm just one of the guys. They still go out with girls in short skirts and tight shirts. If that's what a guy wants, he can have her.
Anyway, it was Friday. Eric, Alex and Dom were supposed to meet me for a game of two-on-two. They didn't show. So I went to Alex and Eric's house. (They're brothers.) No one was home, but there was a note one the door.
Hey Babe,
Meet us at the old factory on Webster Street. Bring this note too.
The Guys.
Okey-dokey. So off I went. Webster Street? Isn't that abandoned? I ran because it was close enough. Through the woods, down by the river, over the bridge, through the back alley. It was totally deserted. What could the guys want here?
"Guys?! Hey Guys!!!"
A faint shout. "In here Lana!"
Lana. I grumbled again at my mom's choice for a name.
I went in through a broken window.
"Guys?"
"Down here!"
I followed the sounds down some stairs.
"Close the door!"
Shrugging my shoulders I moved to the heavy steel door. It took all my weight to push it shut.
"Damn, that's heavy. So what's the deal guys?"
I walked down a small hallway. It was like a bunker, walls reinforced concrete, no windows, only air vents here and there. I could hear the guys mumbling, their voices echoing. Another doorway and I walked into a big room.
The first thing I saw were the monitors. It looked like a security room. Tv's all with the same picture of a big room from different angles. It took me a second, but I realized I was looking at a dungeon. A bed with shackles at the corners, a sawhorse with straps. Whips, chains, what the hell?
"Guys what is this?"
I turned around and realized the guys had crowded in on me. I felt the first shiver of fear.
"This is payback for all those times you played ball in just a sportsbra and shorts."
"What?"
I felt intimidated, scared. Alex was on my left, at 6'2" he was the shortest. Broad muscles, shoulders that blocked many tackles. Eric was on my right. At 6'4" he was star center for his College Basketball team. He also ran track. Dom had been talking. He was the one I was suddenly terrified of. Dark and brooding, Dom was the largest, at 6'7" I also got a neck ache looking up at him. A powerlifter and champion body builder, I had seen him lift 3 times my weight. Anyone of them could take me down. They were eyeing me like a piece of meat.
I swallowed nervously. Dom's eyes lit up. Alex and Eric seemed resolved and determined.
