Pink Box
by Mecca
A young man approached Inez. He asked, “Excuse me, where is the Americana Ballroom?”
Inez, a pretty, short brunette pointed towards the hallway. “You’re going to go straight down the hallway and it’s the 3rd door on the right.” The man thanked her and left.
That was about the most action she’d seen all day. Even though The Wintergreen was hosting a major tech conference, there hadn’t been many questions or requests of hotel representatives such as Inez. The new Wintergreen maps app was apparently very helpful in guiding guests to their destinations. She walked back to her best friend Maria, who had given up looking for confused guests and was playing some puzzle game on her phone. Inez thought about scolding Maria, but given that they both felt useless today, she decided against it.
“Today is so boring,” Inez whined to Maria in Spanish.
“Huh? Yeah,” Maria said absent-mindedly.
“Hey, check, this out,” said Inez, pointing to a woman who was running outside the building frantically. By the time Maria looked up the woman was gone.
“Nice try,” Maria said. But then the woman ran by the double doors again, this time entering the building. The woman spun her head manically, starting to run towards the conference rooms, but then stopped when she saw Inez and Maria. Inez pinched Maria so Maria would look up, and the woman approached the duo.
“Welcome to The Wintergreen,” announced Inez.
“Hi! Thank god. I need your help,” said the woman nervously. She was out of breath and appeared to be sweating heavily.
“What do you need help with?”
“I uh… noticed… um… one of your employees dropped this,” stammered the lady, holding a tiny pink box. The woman looked directly at Inez’s eyes. Something seemed off.
“What is it?”
The woman took a couple slow steps towards Inez, not answering. “Here,” she said, reaching towards Inez. “I think it’s part of a… badge.”
Inez was a little confused, but it looked too small to be dangerous, so she opened her palm to receive it. The woman slowly and carefully placed the box in Inez’s palm, then slowly withdrew her hand. Once the transfer had been made, the woman said, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” backing away slowly, then fully sprinted to the exit. She opened the doors and continued running outside.
Inez was taken aback, but curious about the box. The box was solid hot pink, a perfect cube, and was about 2 inches (5cm) on each side. There was an oval black button on the top that said “Push Me”. She looked at Maria, who was also staring in confused curiosity, then pressed the button.
“Don’t!” Maria said, just as Inez pressed it.
A small chirp sounded, like a phone turning on. Then there was a woman’s voice:
“Welcome to the game! You are now the owner of the Pink Box. The object of the game is not to be the owner of the box and to give the box away to another woman. Or, perhaps depending on your proclivities, you may want to keep the box after all!
“Notice that one of the sides has a timer.” Inez turned the box around and saw the timer. “When the timer reaches zero, the owner of the Pink Box loses—or wins—the game. The punishment for losing is that all nearby males will become violent mindless zombies with one singular immense urge: to have sex with you.”
Both Inez and Maria laughed, but the box continued:
“A box may only be passed to other women of child-bearing age by physically giving it to them. It may be thrown, but only if the receiving woman will catch it. It is not physically capable of being discarded or left anywhere except the possession of another woman. So if you want to get rid of the Pink Box, you must find another woman to willingly or unknowingly receive it. No cheating! We’ll know if you do.
“That’s all of the rules to the game. Good luck! And have fun.”
Inez laughed. “This is the dumbest prank ever!” Maria smiled and nodded. “Where’s the camera?” Neither of them saw any cameras, just people walking to conference rooms.
Maria bit her lip. “Hey, why don’t you put that down, though? Just in case it’s a bomb or something.”
Inez walked over to an empty couch they had for attendees to congregate around. She placed the box on the couch, but when she lifted her hand, the box followed, like it was stuck to her fingers. She shook her right hand. It was stuck. She violently shook her hand to unstick the box. The box held fast to her fingers.
“What the fuck, dude,” said Inez.
“Just put it down,” said Maria, a little worried.
“I’m trying!” Inez tried to pull the box off with her left hand, and found it easily pulled away from her right hand. She transferred the box back and forth between her hands, but when she tried to drop it, it stuck to whichever hand was last holding it. “What is this?”
“Maria, let’s try something,” she said. “Hold out your hand.” Maria shook her head no. After a moment, she relented and Maria let Inez place the box in her hand. Maria now held the box. Her mouth opened in shock. Inez took the box back. Then Inez tried to put the box down again and couldn’t. “Oh my god, it’s real.”
Inez checked the timer. It was a small black oval on one side with a yellow LCD display. It read “00:03:25”. Three minutes and twenty-five seconds. And the seconds were dropping. Inez felt a mild panic start to seep into her veins. She looked up. Lots of conference attendees were walking to and fro, showing no signs they had any clue that a magical pink box was about to go off in this crowded hotel.
Inez knew she needed to get rid of it.
“Maria,” Inez said, turning to her friend, only to see Maria halfway down the hallway, running as fast as her legs would take her. “Fucking bitch.”
Inez scanned the crowd for a woman. She saw nothing but men walking. Goddamn sexist tech bros! She could run to the kitchen or the laundry, where she was sure to find a female coworker, but this wing of the hotel was about 5 minutes away from those places.
She saw an older lady passing out cell phone power banks, but she doubted that the grey-haired woman was of child-bearing age. Maria began walking quickly down the hallway, but it was five minutes after the hour, so the hallways were clearing out as attendees were finding their individual sessions. Then she saw her: a tiny, skinny, pale redhead with wire rim glasses and a backpack. The redhead ran down the hall, a tall man with a strong chin following closely behind. She would do.
Inez took a guess at where they were going. “Hi, Miss?” Inez said, while holding her empty right hand up. The redhead stopped, but looked around hurriedly. “Heading to the Americana Ballroom?” The redhead nodded. Inez held the redhead’s shoulder, touched her hand, and said, “It’s right up there,” looking down the hallway.
“Okay, thanks,” the redhead, Holly, said. She already knew where she was going, but it didn’t hurt to have confirmation. She kept running.
Holly hadn’t even noticed that Inez had given her the pink box. She and her coworker, Derek, hurried into the ballroom, Holly’s right arm tight around her laptop bag. As she entered the room, she finally felt the box in her left hand. She opened her palm and looked at it. The timer read “00:00:30”.
“Curious,” was all she said. Someone in the back row shushed her, so she guiltily grimaced and looked for open seats. The ballroom was rather large, containing probably 200 seats, most of them filled. There were a couple of empty seats in the last row. Holly looked again at her palm. The timer read “00:00:22”.
“Let’s take those,” said Derek, pointing to the seats she had noticed while the same person shushed him. Holly clasped the box and quietly sat on the next to last seat, with Derek on the end. They put their bags down and listened to the speaker who was walking around onstage. Holly checked her hand again just as the pink box timer read “00:00:00”. The box made a chirp and then seemed to sink into her hand, like it was passing through it. But nothing came out the other side. It was like it had melted into her hand. Almost like it had never existed at all. This was troubling, but Holly was also distracted by the speaker and having to find a seat.
She looked at Derek. “Did you see that?” she asked as someone shushed her again.
“Huh?” Derek said.
Holly started to speak, but felt a bit dumb, like she had made up the box in her mind. Was that possible?
“Wow, you look really nice today,” Derek said warmly, then turned his head back to the speaker. Holly blushed. She had always had a thing for Derek. She was constantly dropping hints they should spend more time together. Maybe he had finally noticed. She pulled a small mirror from her bag to check her face. Everything was mostly on point, but she hadn’t done anything special today. She put it away, thinking of how she would approach Derek after the talk was over.
Derek looked at her body, seemingly awestruck. When he noticed she was looking back at him, he turned back to listen to the speaker. He was really distracted!
The speaker was still droning on about C++ variables when Holly felt Derek’s fingers slide on to her jeans. She opened her mouth in embarrassed shock. He just smiled and shrugged. She looked around to see if anyone was noticing. While there were a few men looking at them, they didn’t seem super interested in her and Derek.
“Derek!” she playfully scolded. She was happy to see his interest, but this wasn’t the time or place. He just smiled as his fingers sailed over her thighs and approached her crotch. She quickly became angry. “The fuck?!” She smacked his hand away. She might have liked him, but it seemed he wanted to rub her privates right here in front of hundreds of other people? It was creepy and gross. And he could only give her a cocky smile.
“Oh my god,” Holly said as she felt him touching her thighs again. She slapped his face. This was plain sexual harassment. They were basically at work and this was super unprofessional, as well as way too forward. She completely lost interest in him. She grabbed her bag and stood.
Even though Holly hadn’t been very loud, it appeared that everyone in the room was now looking at her. Holly ignored this unwanted attention and walked by Derek to get out of the row. She was going to back her hotel room. Derek made no effort to move his legs so she could exit the row. For this reason, it took a few seconds for her to cross over him to exit the aisle.
“Excuse me!” she said, louder this time. Eventually she got free of him and felt a hand on her butt. She swung around, shocked and enraged.
“Fuck you!” she yelled.
Derek just shrugged. “You’re hot,” he smiled, as if that was a valid reason to assault her. She had the urge to hit him again, but she noticed that everyone was looking at them, with some of the men standing. She had already made enough of a scene. HR would take care of the rest. She headed towards the exit, angry tears forming in her eyes.
Oscar was blocking the exit. He was another coworker of hers, but unlike the dorky-handsome Derek, he was just pure dork. Oscar was about 100 pounds overweight, with thick glasses and a haircut only a suburban mother would give. She honestly felt bad for him most of the time, and ate lunch with him sometimes out of pity. “Holly, wait.”
Holly knew Oscar probably wanted to give her some kind words after what Derek had just done, but the tears were really starting to swell and she didn’t want to cry in front of all these other engineers, let alone her coworkers. It was hard enough being a woman in the software industry where everyone expected her to act like a stereotypical girl. She didn’t want to prove them right by crying in front of everyone.
“I have to go, Oscar,” she said, looking at the ground so he couldn’t see her eyes. But Oscar didn’t budge. He placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked up.
“You’re… so… beautiful,” he said, just above a whisper.
Holly tried to keep her cool, but couldn’t. She smacked Oscar’s hand away, staring fire into his eyes. “You… you...” Holly tried not to voice all the terrible things she was about to call him. She tried to plow through him, but he really was a massive guy. He put her hands on her again.
“Let me… just...” he started.
Holly tried to go around him, but he began holding her tighter and tighter. Why were her coworkers going nuts today? She looked around and noticed that everyone was standing, and many men were standing very close to her. The room was only filled with men, which was common at conferences like these, but it made the moment much scarier.
“Let me… let me kiss you just once.”
Holly stumbled backwards in horror and Oscar released her. “What the fuck is going on?!” she yelled. She again felt a hand on her backside and she turned around.
It was Derek. Derek was biting his lip. “You’ve always been a little cocktease,” he said. She whimpered at this current terror. “You’ve teased me for months,” Derek continued. “God, I wanna put a hurt into you.”
Holly was caught between fury and fear. “Let me go!” she screamed. She was now at the center of a large group of men, with Derek on one side and Oscar on the other. She spun back and forth as the men slowly approached her, like they were all trying to capture a wild animal.
What was really weird was that it was absolutely quiet. Not even the speaker was talking. Except for Derek and Oscar’s occasional comments, no one was talking. Only staring. Wide-eyed. Like zombies. The quiet made Holly realize how much her voice would carry.
“Help me!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Somebody help me!” She felt Derek’s hand slide down the back of her jeans as Oscar once again caught her, holding her tight. “Get off!” She felt Derek palming her small, tight ass as Oscar brought her close. She was pushing away from Oscar, making it easy for Derek to feel her up. She finally broke free of Oscar’s grip, but fell onto Derek, who in turn fell to the ground. A few of the men began to speak.
“So hot.”
“Goddamn, look at that ass.”
“I never seen a girl like that.”
“I would fuck her so hard.”
Derek seemed disoriented by the fall, but then soon moved his hands to her boobs, holding her down as Oscar approached. Holly was on the floor, screaming, crying, and struggling to get away, but Derek was strong, and there was nowhere for her to go. Holly froze.
Oscar slowly knelt before Holly. She grimaced as his acne-scarred face approached hers. Maybe he just wanted a kiss. Maybe then Oscar would let her go. All the other men were talking about fucking her, so a kiss seemed to be the least terrible thing. God, let it just been one kiss. She closed her eyes tight and sobbed as Oscar pressed his wet lips against hers.
She didn’t kiss back. She just sat upright as he kissed her lips, then stroked her lips with his slimy tongue. Finally, he backed up, still on his knees. Holly opened her eyes and breathed.
“Let me go,” she whispered.
Oscar looked like a changed man, his eyes glossed over, his cheeks reddened and he smiled as he gave a triumphant sigh. He looked back at Holly as he came back to Earth. He shook his head.
“I’m gonna fuck you, Holly.”
Holly resumed screaming and fighting once more. She elbowed Derek and he let go. She slapped Oscar, who looked away, holding his cheek. She stood up and many hands reached for her. She pushed and punched, but the hands eventually found her way to her body. It might have been Derek, or it might have been someone else, but hands wrapped tight around her chest. They weren’t even trying to feel her up. They were there to restrain her.
“NO!” she screamed, kicking at Oscar and just missing him.
Again she felt someone sliding their hand down her pants, into her panties. Horny fingers clasped the cheeks of her bottom. Her arms were restrained by more hands. Oscar approached warily. She was still kicking, as male arms held her torso tight and gently stroked her face and neck.
“Get her legs,” said Oscar, seemingly to no one in particular. With that, she was lost.
She could now barely move. She couldn’t kick, she couldn’t punch, she could only buck in their grip. Then she remembered she could bite.
Holly turned to bite one of the hands stroking her face. Some man howled in pain. She kept turning her head and biting air as the hand in her panties slid her pants and panties down to her thighs, and then off her legs. She knew her pussy was showing.
Oscar was in heaven. He was looking at the furry red triangle of a woman he had always been in love with. It was a little strange how he was now hornier than he had ever been in his life, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t been massively attracted to her for years. He also supposed it was a little strange how, previously, he wouldn’t have revealed his feelings under any circumstances, but currently, he had just told her of his desire to have sex with her.
Oscar ignored the absurdity of the situation, too distracted by seeing his dreams come true before his very eyes. While ordinarily he would have been too bashful to make a move, he felt unrestricted by any feelings of shyness or embarrassment he might have once had. And certainly, even the socially-awkward Oscar could tell that she didn’t want to have sex with him. But Oscar had arrived at an epiphany: he should just go for what he wanted, regardless of the consequences and her desires. This new thought had crystallized in his mind with a clarity that outshone any idea he’d ever had. This was fate. He threw caution to the wind and embraced his feelings. He would soon feel the joy of finally getting what he had always wanted.
Holly was in hell. She felt utter revulsion as what felt like hundreds of male hands molested her increasingly naked body. And why? She could think of no reason that this nightmare was happening. With no logical cause, she could not compose any logical solution to her current predicament. Was there some magical word she could say? Was there one man she could reason with to help her dissuade the horde? This situation was utter insanity and time was running out for her to come up with an escape plan.
She was still trying to bite any hands that approached her face, but she was being held down, feeling many hands across her body, including some on her ass and a couple fondling her pubic hair.
“Get her mouth,” someone said. A pair of rough hands squeezed her head like a vice and it hurt too much to even bite. She managed to get past the pain and bit down on a finger near her lip until she tasted blood. There was a male scream of pain and she felt a punch to the face.
***
Holly came to and everyone seemed to be roughly in the same position; she was surrounded by lustful male faces. Except her glasses were missing and Oscar was now on top of her, humping her body. She tried to buck but it only seemed to make it more pleasurable to him, as their pelvises met. She realized he was indeed inside her and she tried to scream. However, her mouth was stuffed with cloth, with another piece of clothing tied tight around her mouth. She screamed regardless. Her muffled screams were ignored by the zombified men.
After a few heavy screams, she just began to sob. It was useless. She was being gang raped and if her screams hadn’t alerted anyone before, they certainly wouldn’t attract any attention now that she was gagged. She swallowed, and tasted a familiar taste. It was the taste of her fingers after a hard masturbation session. It was clear her mouth contained her discarded panties.
Oscar sped up his humping. Sweat beaded on his forehead. She knew what was about to happen, and she couldn’t allow it. She wasn’t on the pill.
“Nooooooo!” she screamed into the gag. “Dooon’t! Pleaaase!” But Oscar groaned, grunted and she felt a warmth bloom inside her cunt as Oscar basted her insides. He had cum inside her. Oscar got off of her.
She was lost. She had just been raped. She was basically naked in a sea of men, many of who were holding her down. The only scraps of clothing she felt were a sock on her right foot, her pulled-up shirt, and her bra. At a 30A chest size, she didn’t really need to wear a bra, but found that it prevented her from getting “nipply” in professional circumstances like the conference.
This partial covering didn’t last long as a tall bespectacled man stepped in front of her and ripped her bra off. She whimpered as he played with her small breasts and sucked on them. Just when she was wishing she had no breasts at all, like her high school bullies had claimed, the man began unbuckling his belt.
Holly closed her eyes tight and waited for the inevitable. After just a few moments, she felt a hard dick fill up her pussy. She opened her eyes again and stared at the man through her tears.
“Hold her,” she heard Derek say. Hands changed on her body. She realized that she was still lying on Derek’s body and after a few moments her pale white buttocks were no longer pressed against his jeans, but against his hard cock. He sawed his cock up and down her ass crack. She sobbed. Holly had wanted that cock, but not like this.
She had pictured it much more romantically. Derek would lay her down on a bed, slow, after a nice makeout session. Derek would then slowly reveal his big cock and she would stroke it to make sure it was nice and hard. Then he would enter her as she looked deep into his eyes.
This was a grotesque perversion of her original fantasy. He was rubbing himself on her as another man raped her, and then what? He would rape her next? Unless he would try to rape her at the same time. That would be ridiculous. Although this man wasn’t terribly thick, they’d never fit in her pussy simultaneously. But when she felt him pressing against her anus, she understood.
Holly began screaming and panicking again. She shook her head no. She bucked away from the head of Derek’s cock, temporarily delaying his rape. But with all the hands holding her and the man on top pressing her down, she had little room for movement. His cockhead eventually pressed against her asshole once more, but this time, with tremendous force. Holly squeezed as tight as she could, but she felt the head pop in her virginal bottom hole.
Holly began screaming bloody murder to no avail. This was unnatural and evil. Raping her pussy was certainly wrong, but the increasing pain of the anal invasion made her certain that her assailants were not men; they were demons. She wouldn’t wish this on her worst enemy. While the breach of her asshole seemed like the worst pain she ever felt, it was getting worse and worse and he sank deeper into her asshole. She prayed she would pass out, but she remained agonizingly conscious as two men raped her in both of her holes at the same time.
After a few moments, her anal sphincter became accustomed to the stretching. The friction was still incredibly painful on her poor anal ring. She was reminded of the night she had level-10 spicy Thai food, but worse. Derek played with her, popping his dick out of her ass, and pushing it back in. He laughed and commented on how good she felt. “Really good,” he repeated.
“Really good,” the bespectacled man repeated.
“Really… good,” the men said in unison. They continued until the man with glasses came, and then Derek, right after. Their shared orgasm seemed deliberate. Holly felt nauseated at the thought of them conspiring to cum in her simultaneously.
Derek crawled away, stood up, noticed the blood on his dick and apologized to Holly. By this time, there was another man entering her pussy. Derek left and she focused on the tall black guy with glasses that was fucking her. At least her asshole was empty. She felt it close back up eventually. She inadvertently pursed the ridges of her rosebud as the black man fucked her cunt. She felt Derek’s come leak out of her butt onto the carpet. The black guy was fucking her hard, and started to push her across the carpet, giving her lower back a small amount of carpet burn. She managed to free one arm and held her hand down on the floor to keep herself in one spot.
After the black guy came, a chubby blonde guy took his place. Her cunt was getting sore from all this action. But there was still an endless sea of male faces, so she knew she had a long ways to go. She used her free arm to beat on her current rapist’s back, but he ignored it and another man held onto her other arm, preventing her from hitting anything. The guys holding her legs had let go, but she hadn’t enough room to kick the man who was fucking her. She gave up resisting for a while.
“Hey, dude, you gonna finish anytime soon?” someone said.
“Get in the ass, man,” said the chubby blonde man, wiping sweat from his brow and continuing his rape.
“Turn her over,” another voice called. Holly was lifted up and let down atop the blonde rapist, who lied on his back. The blonde man reached around her haunches, gripped her small ass cheeks tightly, and spread them. She didn’t care that her asshole was on display for every man in the room. That is, she didn’t until care one decided to make use of it. Once again, she felt someone slide into her most private hole. Her legs twitched involuntarily during his slow entry, stopping their flopping only when he reached his hilt.
“Ungghhhh,” she grunted into her gag. She was being double penetrated again. She hated it, but there was nothing she could do. Her arms were still being held by a couple of men, and her legs didn’t have much room to kick. She was tired and sweaty, and resisting was hard work. She felt hands on her shoulders as the man behind her went to town in her butt. She was powerless to stop him.
It wasn’t long before the man fucking her up the ass came and went. The guy holding her right arm let go and stood behind her, in the space left by her last anal rapist. She felt his dick filling up her colon, and she used her newly free right hand to weakly slap at him.
The man behind her had been holding her hips in place as he pushed himself inside her ass, but now that he was in, he used one hand to restrain Holly and stop her ineffective slapping. With one hand on her hip and another around her wrist, he worked up a rhythm sodomizing her pale bottom. He laughed, saying she was “too uptight.”
“Chill out, girl. Sergio’s gonna loosen you up. You’re gonna be so loose. Nice and loose in the caboose.”
The chubby blonde guy finally came. He let go of the death grip he had on her nipples, and sighed, breathing heavily as his eyes rolled back.
“C’mon, dude, move,” someone called. Blondie, reluctantly crawled away. Sergio and the man holding her left arm held her up while short, balding man crawled underneath her. Baldie stroked his dick a few times, then held her in place as he entered her cunt. Which number was he now? Holly had lost count.
She let her mind wander as dozens of more men fucked her in her cunt and ass, in a plethora of positions. The gag fell out of her mouth, but she didn’t scream or try to bite. She was done fighting.
Time passed slowly, but consistently, and after what seemed like an eternity, she was finally left alone in a pool of juices. She was barely aware of her surroundings and lied on the floor like a wet rag, finally at rest.
Her right palm was on the wet carpet when the pink box reappeared out of her hand, pushing her hand up off of the floor by a couple of inches. A chirp rang and a female voice said, “Thank you for playing the game. We hope you had a good time!” The box then turned black with a solid pink stripe.
Holly just laid there, her body bruised, her will broken, her ass and cunt leaking come, her hand on the deactivated box. It was finished.
Epilogue
Before the box had reappeared, and while the punishment was still ongoing, a pantsless Oscar sat on the floor of the conference room, watching Holly get fucked. She was barely standing: bent over at the waist, her knees knocking together while two men had their way with her. One man was fucking her from behind with his hands on her haunches and Oscar couldn’t tell if he was in her ass or in her pussy. A muscular man in a yellow shirt that said “SECURITY” was holding her head up by merely holding a fistful of her long red hair. With his other hand, he was masturbating in front of her face. Holly stared right ahead, a vacant look on her face. The security guard came, and his come squirted onto Holly’s face and dropped on the carpet. He let go of Holly and she fell to the floor. The man fucking her from behind continued humping as he followed her down to the floor.
Oscar stroked his semi-hard cock to the sight, having already cum twice. He looked down and noticed he was fully hard again. Even though the box’s effects were starting to ramp down, Oscar was still horny and mesmerized enough to cum one more time. Oscar stood up, walked towards Holly while carefully stepping around other men, and jerked himself off as he watched the man dip into what was clearly her brutalized asshole. He was glad it was anal. Soon enough, Oscar reached his conclusion and dropped some watery ropes onto Holly’s shoulder blades, doing his best to avoid sullying the man who was sodomizing her. His spunk added to the existing collection on her back. Holly’s back looked like it was melting, what with the massively congealed mess of room-temperature semen she was carrying. While it wasn’t just her back, most of her body was only covered in drops and splatters, as opposed to the Jackson Pollack that covered her back and buttocks.
Oscar walked back to his spot against the wall and sat. Only a few moments later did Holly’s punishment end, signified by the box chirping its happy tune.
Holly didn’t move, aside from the rising and falling of her torso with every breath. But the men who had all been asleep or actively masturbating all stopped and began to stir. There was some stretching and standing as they came to, and memories of the past couple of hours flooded back slowly.
“What?”
“No...”
“The fuck?”
There was some moaning, crying, and the occasional angry scream as the men realized what they had just done. Oscar watched, he, too, feeling enormous guilt. He wondered if he was going to jail. But in the darker recesses of his mind, a pervasive thought spread like a virus. This thought was: I finally got to fuck Holly. He felt shame about this incredibly selfish thought that came at the expense of his dear friend, and yet it continued to grow. He saw delicious memories of him sullying this beautiful creature and how much fun it had all been. How insane was it that an incel like him and a hot girl-next-door like her would ever share anything other than a few platonic words? Yet he had the most intimate knowledge of her body. He had felt the warmth of her thighs as she undulated her lithe body against his. He’d felt the velvety folds of her womanhood. And he had tasted the heavenly sweetness of her cherry lips. He would always have these memories. Even if he went to jail, no one could take that away from him.
But he didn’t dare smile, seeing the anguish and torture of the men around him. He pushed this evil glee deep down. No one could know of his secret. They wouldn’t understand.
Derek found him and ran up to him, wearing only his sticky boxers. “What did I do, Oscar?!” Derek asked frantically, tears streaming down his face. “What did I do?”
***
Holly lied in her hospital bed. She hadn’t said a word to anyone since the incident, even when she started screaming and crying during her sexual assault forensic exam. (She had only calmed down when they found a female doctor to continue the exam.) Her family had visited her, which was pretty nice. But she still just wanted to die.
Even now, she was still being punished as she felt the need to defecate. But getting up to walk to the toilet was too painful and could possibly tear the stitches. Instead, she relaxed and let herself go in the bedpan.
Yet even this humiliating act came with pain. She winced as hard wet turds slid over the stitches and scabs in her body to spill into the pan. One particularly thick turd stretched the ring of her anus and she was painfully reminded that a man had been there. Not just a man, but many men, one after another, including a man she trusted and called a friend. She pressed the nurse call button after filling the pan with her fetid waste.
She didn’t know why she was embarrassed to poop in a pan. Hundreds or thousands of men had just seen her naked body and laid their disgusting hands on it. Her body had been public property. She should feel no embarrassment about her body or its inner workings. She had nothing of her own, not anymore.
***
The detective handling Holly’s case came up to her during physical therapy.
“It’s okay, Moira,” said Holly. “Give me a minute.” Her physical therapist walked away as Detective Carlisle waited for privacy. Bad news was written all across his face.
“The District Attorney has decided against filing charges against any of the men,” he said frankly. “She said that since none of them knew what they were doing, they aren’t liable for their actions. It’s being called the world’s most recent example of mass hysteria.” Holly said nothing.
“I know this isn’t what you wanted to hear,” Carlisle continued. “If it makes you feel any better, a lot of those men also feel raped. They were forced into a sexual act they didn’t consent to.” But it didn’t make her feel better. She felt worse. Her trauma was being overshadowed by her assailants. And, yet, even she herself felt a bit bad about what they had gone through.
Holly had put so much of her anger and blame onto these men who had raped her and, at the time, seemed to enjoy it. They didn’t seem like mindless robots or remote controlled beings being piloted by some stranger. They said real things that referenced their shared history. At least, Derek and Oscar had. And the man who bragged about “finally getting to try out a redhead.” That seemed like the sincere musings of a man who had those real thoughts before he was forced to rape. It was easy to assume they had some control over themselves, or at least some ability to affect how brutal they were. But now she was forced to admit that she didn’t know what was going through their heads, and that the whole event was not likely the result of a bunch of strangers randomly deciding all at once to rape her.
Holly had been at the wrong place, at the wrong time, and it seemed like she would never get a real answer as to what happened that day. She wondered if that mysterious box had anything to do with it. It had gotten lost in the chaos of the aftermath. Without some certain cause, or some enemy to blame, she had no closure.
***
Holly pulled up to the pump and turned off her car. The car was filled up with her stuff: clothing, electronics, and a few mementos. She knew would have a better life somewhere quieter, outside the city, where there were less people.
She stepped out and walked through the gas station to its convenience store. She had canceled her credit cards so her only option was cash.
“$40 on pump 1,” she told the cashier, an older Middle Eastern man. She went back to her car to fill up.
A change of scenery would be good for her. She would be away from people in case anything crazy ever happened again. And while the event hadn’t gotten much press, none of which were allowed to reveal her identity; tabloids and revenge porn sites showed her photo. Some even had video of the event, supposedly. Holly didn’t want to be recognized. She wanted to be left alone.
After filling up, she headed back to the cashier. This cashier was a young, tanned man with slicked-back hair. His name tag said “Matthew”.
“Change on number 1,” she requested. He opened the register and gave her change. When she pulled back her hand she noticed there was a little pink box among the bills and coins. “Curious.” She suddenly remembered the box that she had been given before… before… before the…
Holly shrieked and fell backwards into an aisle, sending chips and cookies flying. She scooted backwards, as if she could scoot away from her own right hand.
“What’s wrong with you?” said the cashier, an older man. His name tag read “Abdul”. He was the cashier from before. Holly ignored him and began whimpering and crying. It appeared that it was about to happen again.
“Are you okay? Miss? Miss!”
The cashier caught her attention again. Maybe it wasn’t happening. Why wasn’t it happening? The box was supposed to sink into her hand. She stood, apologizing. Holly tried to shake the box out of her hand, but it seemed stuck. She looked around at the mess she made. Then she looked at the man.
“I’m sorry. I’ve gotta go,” she said.
“Miss, your change!”
Holly knew that now she had the box again, she had to get away from this man and all other men. She ran to her car, locked the doors, and cried for a minute.
After a minute of nothing happening, she wiped her face and looked at the box. There was a timer on one side that read “01:57:56”. It looked like she had almost 2 hours before reaching zero. Then she saw the button. She wiped the snot from her nose and pressed it.
Holly watched and listened incredulously as the box chirped and spoke the rules in a cheery female voice. After it finished, Holly sat in silence.
“No fucking way.” She pressed it again and listened to the message again. This was insane.
Yet it perfectly explained her rape. It why the hotel employee had given her the box and what happened when the timer reached zero. Now it was her turn to play; her turn to give the box to some other poor unsuspecting woman.
Holly considered keeping the box to herself. To intentionally lose again and save another woman the trauma she had experienced. She had taken the gang rape “punishment” once, she could do it again.
Holly considered all of this… for just the slightest fraction of a second, before looking around to see if there were any women present at the gas station.
***
Honey Kinney was gassing up the Mercedes for her best friend’s bachelorette party in Vegas, when a short redhead with glasses approached her.
“Hello, miss,” said the chipper redheaded woman.
“Hi,” said Honey. She was always polite to strangers.
“My name is Holly and I’m from Magic Cosmetics. We’re giving out free samples of our revitalizing skin cream today. Would you like a sample?” Holly held out a small pink box.
Honey laughed. Holly was cute, but something seemed off. “Oh, thank you, but no.”
Holly seemed taken aback, like she hadn’t been turned down before. She stammered, “B-b-but it’s free, and we’ve had an excellent review in Vogue Magazine. They said we were one of the five cosmetics companies to watch out for this year.”
“I just don’t use a lot of skin cream,” Honey told her. Honey felt a bit bad. The woman couldn’t even give her product away.
“Ah, well, that makes sense. Your skin is quite gorgeous already. Thanks for listening.”
“Wait a minute,” said Honey. She had hit forty this year and had admittedly felt like her looks were on the decline. This woman had given her the boost she needed. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
Holly smiled and presented the box again. Honey picked it up from Holly’s hands.
“Kind of a funny shape for a cream. How-”
“I’m sorry,” said Holly, backing away. She was no longer smiling.
“I’m sorry?”
“I’m so sorry.” Holly made a 180° and sprinted to an SUV filled with boxes. Honey’s jaw dropped. Holly screamed out, “Press the button!” before she slammed her door shut and drove off like greased lightning, almost hitting another car on her way to the highway.
Honey looked at the box. It had a timer on the back and a button on the top.
“Weird,” was all Honey said.