Pink Box 2
by Mecca
Jin was the new girl, and she was cute. So Julien was determined to fuck her before any of the other cooks did. Julien hadn’t hit on Ella because he didn’t want to flirt with his coworkers and shit where he literally ate. Then Ella began seeing Raúl and eventually married him. Julien eventually found out cooks fucked each other like a bunch of drunken rabbits. It was more than tolerated, it was expected.
Then Julien hadn’t asked out Sammie because he was taking it slow, and building a friendship with her first. Now he and Sammie were good friends. But she had started fucking Charlie while Julien was building a friendship.
Julien would not fail again. He would stake his claim on Jin’s tight ass before his adversaries could.
“Jin,” said Julien. “If you’re not busy Friday-” Before Julien could finish his proposal, he was cut off by a bloodcurdling scream by the sinks. He hurried over to see what was the matter.
Christy stood by the sinks, holding her right hand in her left, blood flowing from her hand onto the floor. She was a lesbian, so Julien never flirted with her.
“What happened?” he asked. He noticed that the bloody tip of a finger lay in the sink. Why was she even chopping in the sink area? This was all too bizarre. Raúl and one of the busboys arrived as well. “Let me see it.”
“Get Jin,” said Christy, tears streaming down her face. Julien asked to see her hand again, but she demanded to see Jin. The busboy handed her a towel.
Christy’s request confused Julien. She wasn’t great friends with Jin yet as they’d only met yesterday. However, it was still early in the afternoon, so Jin was the only other female chef in the kitchen right now. It seemed that while Christy had only chopped off a finger, for some reason she wanted to talk to another woman. Julien walked back to the chopping board and told Jin she was needed.
Jin walked up to Christy who seemed like she had all the help she needed with the two boys beside her. But Christy ignored them and told Jin, “C’mere.” The boys backed up and Jin came close. She didn’t know why she was being requested either, but knew her coworker needed help.
In a quiet voice so the men couldn’t hear, Christy said, “Jin.” Jin nodded, ready for whatever Christy would say next. “Chopping off a finger doesn’t work. I’m sorry.” With that, she opened her bloody hand, showing her missing right index finger. She also had a small pink box in her hand, which she handed to Jin. Jin accepted the gift, thinking it was Christy’s finger for a half-second. Before Jin could ask about the box, Jin grabbed her finger out of the sink and took off running. She left the kitchen through the emergency exit and was gone.
“The fuck?” said Raúl, who she had bumped into on her way out.
Jin shook her head. She looked down at the box in her hands. It was hot pink and about 2 inches (5cm) on each side. There were drops of Christy’s blood on the box. On the top was a black oval button that said “Push Me.” She noticed there was a timer on one side. This was definitely not what she expected.
“What did she give you?” asked Raúl.
Jin’s jaw dropped when she figured out what she was holding. “N-no,” she said, in disbelief. She’d heard the stories about a woman who was gang raped and the pink box she’d discovered afterwards. She never gave those stories any credence, but the fact that Christy had actually chopped off her finger made her think again.
“No, this is a… a joke?” Jin asked herself. But it was incredibly convincing in that the box was still in her hand although her palms were no longer flat. Her palms were now vertical and the box was still stuck to her right palm, gravity be damned.
“What is it?” asked Raúl, seeing the panic on Jin’s face. The busboy looked concerned as well.
Jin sucked in a breath and flung her palm downward quickly, with all fingers fanned out, like she was tossing a yo-yo at the floor. Blood droplets flew to the floor. The box remained in her palm. This was either a sticky replica and she was the target of a prank in very poor taste, or it was the real thing.
Jin looked around the kitchen. “Fuck,” said Jin. “Where’s Ella?”
“She’s on her way,” answered Raúl. “Why?”
Jin broke out of the kitchen, entering the empty restaurant. “Fuck,” she said. She ran out the front doors and look at the street. It was busy afternoon in the city, with cars whizzing down the street, but not much foot traffic. “Fuck.” She saw a woman jogging on the sidewalk. Jin ran full speed towards her, but the woman, seeing her approach stopped and backed into the street.
“Hey, I need to give you something,” said Jin pretty aggressively to the jogger.
The jogger held up her hands, unsure why she was being accosted. “Sorry, what?”
“I need to-” Jin stopped as the jogger removed an ear bud. “I need to give you this,” said Jin.
“No, thank you,” said the jogger walking in the street past Jin, before turning and running.
She didn’t even see what it was! thought Jin. She’d have to be more careful about how she handed this off. She saw another woman, a police officer writing a ticket for a parked car. Perfect. There wouldn’t even be any ethical concerns.
“Officer! Officer!” called Jin.
“What seems to be the problem, ma’am?” asked the officer. Her badge read “Farrell.”
“Oh, god… This man,” Jin spoke breathily, “he just exposed himself! It was awful. I just.. I just…” Jin swayed as she came close to the cop, as if she were about to pass out. “Sorry, could you hold this?”
“What’s-” started Officer Farrell, but she took the box as Jin fell to the ground, seemingly unconscious. It was a poorly-acted fall, but Farrell was less concerned with the box than what scheme this could be, so Farrell held the box while backing up and looking around.
Jin stood. “Sorry,” she said, smiling. Then Jin turned around and ran.
Feeling that the pink box was a bomb or something meant to harm her, Farrell tossed the box and fingered her taser. She couldn’t get a good grip on the taser and looked down to see why. The box was still in her palm. Farrell looked up at the escaping Jin, frowned, then focused on the box. Was this?
It was the pink box. Farrell examined the sides. It had all the markings. And it was stuck to her. The timer said 10 minutes were left. She sighed and considered her options.
As a public servant, she felt she had a duty to destroy the box or prevent others from being harmed by it. But as a woman, she wanted to be nowhere nearby when the box went off. If she could get it off of her body then perhaps a bullet would do it. But she only had a few minutes to try. If she couldn’t destroy it in 5 minutes, she would give it away.
Farrell put the box between her thighs and pulled her hand away. It worked! The box came off of her palm surprisingly easily. But now she couldn’t open her thighs. She picked up the box in her other hand, playing with the stickiness. The box was clearly magical, so getting it off and destroying it seemed highly improbable.
She wondered if she could give it back to the lady who gave it to her. Was that allowed? She looked down the street to see Jin still running. It didn’t matter. She’d rather give it to someone who wouldn’t immediately know what it was. Probably most women wouldn’t.
A porn star would be perfect. They probably wouldn’t even consider it punishment. But Farrell didn’t know any porn stars, and the nearest strip club was over ten minutes away. Time was wasting, she just needed to find the nearest person and make up a story. There was a park nearby…
The park was a terrible choice, Farrell reflected. Kids were everywhere. Supposedly the box only worked on adults, so it would probably be fine. Farrell walked up to a woman unpacking T-shirts on a bench. “Excuse me, ma’am?”
The woman, a pretty brunette in her mid-forties, looked up. “Me?”
“Yes,” said Farrell in her most officious tone. “You haven’t done anything wrong, I just need to talk to you about some official police business.”
The woman smiled, dropping a shirt. “Sure, I’ve always been a fan of the police.”
Farrell took a step away from the bench and spoke quietly. “What’s your name?”
“Susana,” said the woman.
“You see, Susana, we’ve had a report of a flasher in this park and-”
“A flasher! Oh my!”
“Yes, and it would help us out a lot if you could locate him using this.” Farrell dropped the box into Susana’s hands. Susana stared at it.
“What?” Susana said, visibly confused. Farrell backed away slowly.
“Okay, it’s yours now. You can’t give it back.”
“But what is this?” asked Susana. Susana extended her arm to give it back. “How do I even use-”
“It’s YOURS now, I said!” said Farrell, drawing her service revolver and pointing it at Susana. Susana was taken aback. She withdrew her hands, quizzically staring at the officer. “You can get rid of it if you don’t want it,” added Farrell, then backed away to her cruiser, staring at Susana the whole time.
Susana was shocked. Something was wrong with this box. It wasn’t for locating flashers, that was for damn sure. The top had a timer on it that read a little more than 6 minutes. She noticed a black button on the side.
Susana wanted no part of it, so she walked over to the trash can and tried to toss it. It was stuck to her fingers. She didn’t understand. She pulled it off of her left hand easily, but then tossing the box with her right hand didn’t work. It was like it was stuck to her body, but not one specific spot on her body. If it was a bomb, it was going off in her hands no matter what she did. So she might as well press the button.
There was a chirp after the button was pressed, like a car being unlocked, and a woman’s voice spoke:
“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. 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.”
Susana frowned with disgust.
“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.”
Susana felt a cold sweat coming on. What kind of sick game was this? And it couldn’t be at a worse time. She was about to hand out shirts to at the Family Reunion in the park. She was surrounded by family near and distant. How could she give-
She immediately knew who to give it to. Whoever was to end up with the box should enjoy sex. And she could think of no bigger slut than her sister Lupe. Lupe had birthed her daughter out of wedlock, when she and her sister were in high school. And although she was now married, Lupe would tell her guiltily about her rendezvous with other men.
Susana ran up to Lupe. “Lupe!” she called. “Lupe. Here, take this.”
Lupe turned and flashed a brilliant smile. “What’s up, sis?” Lupe was almost as old as Susana, but Lupe still got carded at restaurants. All that beauty and she couldn’t even be faithful to the man who gave her his name and gave her a daughter. It made Susana sick. “What’s this?” said Lupe as Susana handed her the box.
“Oh wait, I’ve got to take this call,” said Susana, even though her phone didn’t appear to be ringing or vibrating. Susana walked away.
Lupe looked at the pink box. She had no clue what it was. She wasn’t good with these technology things. It sorta looked like a toy.
Her daughter, Juana walked up. “Hey, is dad coming or is he still sick?”
“Still sick,” said Lupe. “I told him not to eat that old sandwich, but nobody listens to me…”
“Okay, I’ll tell Uncle,” said Juana.
“Oh, and Juana? Heads up!” Lupe tossed the pink toy to Juana.
It made a high pitched chirp as Juana caught it. But before she could look closely at the pink box, it disappeared into her palm.
“What was that?” asked Juana.
“I dunno,” said her mother. “A toy or something.”
Juana stood dumbfounded. She had heard urban legends about a pink box, but dismissed them as ridiculous. Was there ever a box in her hands? Juana was unsure. But her mother seemed to remember it.
“A toy or something?” she asked her mother, fear wavering her voice.
“Yeah, your aunt gave it to me. Why?”
Juana knew this had to be the magical pink box of legend. But it had disappeared, so maybe she was safe. Still, even there was even a chance…
“I have to go,” said Juana. Her mother looked at her with a raised brow. “Give me your keys.”
“Ha ha, no,” her mother said adamantly.
“Please, mom! Give me your keys!” panicked Juana. There were so many people around. Lots of men. Lots of cousins.
Lupe looked at her with concern. “What’s this about?”
“Please! I need to go now! I feel… sick. I think I’ve got diarrhea.”
“Juanita, there’s a bathroom over…”
“I need to go home!” cried Juana.
Lupe bit her lip. Something was definitely wrong with her daughter. It probably wasn’t a stomachache, but she supposed they could take a break from the festivities. “Okay,” she said, “but I’m driving. I don’t trust you with my new Corvette.”
“Fine, as long as we go now!” Juana did feel a bit of unease in the pit of her stomach. She knew something was going to happen. She wasn’t sure if it would be a rape, like the legend, but she knew it wasn’t good.
The benches weren’t far from the parking and her mother had gotten a primo spot. So it took all of 10 seconds to walk back to the car. Still, Juana was freaking out as her mom fished in her purse for keys.
“Mooom!” rushed Juana.
Lupe eventually found her keys, unlocked the car, and got inside. As she started the ignition, she said aloud, “I don’t know what this is about…”
“There’s a pink box,” said Juana. “Just like the one you gave me. They say it makes men rape you. I know it sounds-”
“Oh, honey…”
“I know it sounds crazy! But what else could it be? The box you gave me literally disappeared! Like my hand absorbed it! I’m not making this up!”
Lupe looked a bit concerned. Maybe her daughter was having a breakdown, but if that was the case, it was indeed better if she took her daughter home. If that wasn’t the case… Where had the box gone? Would her sister really give her something like that?
Juana looked outside. All her male cousins were standing still. No longer running, eating, or dancing. Just standing. Then they all turned simultaneously to look at the car. “MOM! Please, let’s just go!”
Lupe shrugged and put the car in reverse. She would hate to think she had done something terrible to her daughter. What if it was true? She’d heard of crazier things. And Juana definitely needed protection. Lupe backed the car out and drove towards the exit.
Juana was a beautiful young college girl, and Lupe had seen the looks that even old men gave Juana. With Juana’s long, toned legs from years of soccer; chubby cheeks, and perfect smile, she could’ve entered beauty pageants. Juana reminded Lupe of a herself when she was young.
Ah, to be young again. Lupe remembered how her first lover was actually one of her best. Antonio had such strong arms-
“Mom!”
Lupe stopped staring at her daughter and focused on her driving, but it was too late. She had crashed her new Corvette into another car. The airbags deployed.
Lupe and Juana sat, dazed. Why had her mother been staring at her like that? Did this box affect women, too? Was she safe with her mother?
“Sorry!” shrieked Lupe. “Juanita! Oh my God, I don’t know what… happened.” Despite the adrenaline, Juana’s mother seemed disoriented. Lupe patted herself down to see if she was intact. Her hands lingered on her thighs. Lupe pursed her lips and rubbed her thigh unconsciously.
Juana left the car. The pink box was clearly the one of legend, and she didn’t want to find out if her mother was going to touch her. Outside of the car, men from the park—some of them her cousins and uncles—began to approach the car. Juana ran through a few of them, heading for the restrooms.
As she ran, she noticed it didn’t seem to affect women in the same way. Women in the park watched Juana, but they seemed to stay wherever they were standing. The men were following her.
Juana finally made it to the women’s restroom. No door, of course, but she hoped the men wouldn’t follow her in there. There were two women standing at the sinks. She recognized them as her cousins Maria and Martina. They looked at the panicking Juana with a strange calmness.
“Thank god it’s you guys! You have to help me. Can you block the entrance?”
Maria giggled a little. “…Why?”
“It’s… the men outside. They’ve gone crazy. They’re coming for me. Can you keep me safe?”
Maria and Martina walked to the exit and turned around, blocking it with their backs. “They’re… coming… for you?” asked Maria. “You’re lucky.”
Juana grimaced in disgust and confusion. Maria was the most puritanical virgin she knew. Her idea of a good Friday night was planning a church bake sale. But here she was, fidgeting with her clothing and licking her lips. Martina was doing the same. Juana watched in horror as Maria unbuttoned the top button to her blouse and rubbed her chest, finally dipping into her bra after a few moments.
“What the fuck, dude,” whispered Juana. Finally she saw the men arrive behind her lusty cousins’ backs. One man pushed her way in. Her cousins did nothing but gasp lightly as he pushed past them. It was her uncle, Ramón.
“Hey, Juana,” he said. Juana backed up against the wall as he approached. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you. You know ever since you were a young girl-”
“Stay away, tío,” said Juana, putting her hands up. “I’m warning you.”
Ramón looked shocked. “No, no. I don’t want to hurt you. I just want… to see…” Ramón placed a gentle hand on Juana’s cheek as she braced for it. Finally, she shoved him out of the way and ran out of the restroom, pushing past her two female cousins that were vigorously and shamelessly rubbing their pussies.
Outside was worse than inside. Once she pushed past a few men, she saw that maybe three dozen men had surrounded the entrance and she was in the middle of a large crowd of men. Upon seeing her exit, they began saying her name and reaching out at her. A few men blocked the entrance, completely ignoring the women immediately inside who were wantonly masturbating. It seemed hopeless.
Still she had to try to resist. Juana pushed against her cousin Ignacio. “Out of the way,” she cried. Ignacio just grabbed on to her arm, smiling. She pulled away and went back to the center of the circle. The circle was closing in on her. “Please! This isn’t you!”
“C’mon, Juana,” said Ignacio, smiling slickly. “Remember when we used to play house as kids? Let’s just play house again.”
The circle closed and she was completely surrounded by horny men touching and rubbing her. A hand on her shoulder, one on her thigh, another on her belly. Finally, she felt a hand on her right breast. It was Ignacio.
“You’ve grown so much,” he said.
Juana shouted and screamed as the hands covered her whole body, a few sliding into her pants and top. She tried to break free, but they were holding tight onto her clothes. If she ran, they’d probably pull her top off.
It happened anyway. Her top was pulled down and two light brown breasts were revealed to the crowd. It only made the crowd more excited, saying whoas and awws as more skin was revealed. Juana cried as she was lost. She was going to be raped by dozens of men. And by much of her family.
Well, since her top was already off, there was no use trying to keep her modesty. She began swinging her arms, slapping men in the face and pushing them aside. When someone grabbed her ankle she kicked the hand away and tried to stop the fingers.
It was like fighting through molasses. But after a few moments of fighting, she broke free. She only had on her panties and one shoe, but she was free of the herd of men. She wanted to look back, but she heard, “Get her!” and so she ran as fast as she could away from the crowd.
She didn’t know if the whole city was like this, but the crowd only had a few dozen men, so there must have been a confined area of effect. She ran by dozens of women. They were all sitting down, masturbating and watching Juana. Even her Aunt Susana was watching her lustfully, strumming her snatch like a guitar.
Juana tried to cover her boobs as she ran, but found this inefficient and just sprinted, half-naked through the park, her arms moving side to side. Her small boobs bobbed in public view, but she couldn’t pay attention to that right now. She made it to the basketball courts and stopped to catch her breath. She noticed a group of men were playing basketball. She didn’t want to stop while she still saw men, but she was tired.
However, after a moment, she had hope. If these men were playing basketball, they weren’t zombies! In fact, one stopped playing as he noticed her, and approached with concern.
“Hey, are you alright?” a tall black man asked. “Guys, I think she needs help!” Most of them just stopped and looked on, but a couple more of the guys came over.
“Oh my god, what happened?” a short white guy asked. The tall black guy handed her a jacket and she gratefully accepted. But she was too out of breath to talk.
“I’m going to call the cops,” said another guy, pulling out his phone.
“Did somebody… hurt you?” asked the short guy. Juana remained bent over, catching her breath and wiping tears from her eyes. She nodded. The short guy said, “Look, we’ll take care of you, you’re safe now.” He put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
But he didn’t remove the hand. Juana looked up and the short guy had the same look in his eyes as Ignacio had had. The effect had followed her.
Juana backed away, letting the man’s hand drop. She looked behind herself and saw the other men approaching. Her family. She was trapped again. What had initially taken minutes to overwhelm men now took seconds. All the basketball players were eyeing her hungrily. The short man put his hand back on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we’ll take care of you.”
Juana pushed him off. She was tired from her sprint across the park, but she wasn’t done running yet. If she couldn’t find a place to hide, it was a matter of time before men caught her. Juana sprinted towards the park exit. Once she passed the lunch benches north of the basketball courts, she would be out of the park at least.
Long, smooth legs sprinted through the courts to the benches. Two older men that were eating immediately stood and tried to stop Juana. There was no longer any warm-up period for the box’s signal. It was immediately effective, and whenever she neared a man, that man became fixated on her.
Juana had tried not to look back; like Lot’s wife she knew no good could come of it. Still, she glanced back to see what her chances were.
It was bad. There were dozens of men. Perhaps one hundred men were following her. Distracted by the advancing mob, Juana tripped over a curb. Too tired to break her fall, she went tumbling over the strip of grass and onto the sidewalk.
Her injuries weren’t too bad. Just some scraped skin and maybe a bruise. A man helped her up, before she remembered not to take his hand. When she saw his lusty, wide-eyed stare, Juana tried to pull away, but he held fast to her wrist.
“Wait a minute, lady, I just want to make sure you’re okay!” he said.
“I’m fine,” breathed Juana.
“Hell yeah, you are,” said the man, eyeing her half-nude body. He licked his lips, his tongue touching his mustache in a way that made Juana feel uneasy. Juana was still catching her breath, so it was hard for her to talk.
“Hey, is she okay?” asked one of the old men from the benches.
“No, she’s not,” said the mustached man holding Juana. “She needs my dick in her, stat.”
“Nooo!” screamed Juana, as she shoved away the mustached man. She spun and ran right into a tall guy wearing jogging gear.
“Where do you think you’re going?” asked the jogger. As Juana backed up, the mustached man grabbed her from behind and licked her neck. She winced and pushed him away, but she was now surrounded by the jogger, the mustached man, and the two old men from the bench. She looked in the distance and saw that the basketball players were almost here. The mob from the park, including her family, weren’t far away either. She was tired and bleeding. She was no match for all these men.
“Stop,” she whimpered. “Just leave me alone.” The men looked wary, like they were surrounding a caged animal.
“C’mon,” said the mustached man, grabbing her hand again. “Be a good girl and suck me off a little.” A couple of the men laughed.
“No!” she pushed him away and the jogger stroked Juana’s hair as she backed into him. She had done her thick black hair in double dutch braids and the jogger held on to one braid, causing her pain when she tried to turn around to face him.
While Juana struggled with this, the mustached man asked, “What’s in here?” and grabbed Juana by the pussy. The old men watched on in fevered anticipation.
It was happening again, like outside the restroom, but this time Juana was tired from running. She couldn’t hold these men off forever. She screamed, “Somebody help!”
The men weren’t distracted. The mustached man pulled down her panties to her thighs, revealing her hairy pussy. Juana tried to kick at him. With her panties binding her legs, she fell forward and he caught her. “Whoa!” he teased. He slid his hands up her small boobs as the jogger pulled her panties all the way down. Other hands started reaching in the circle to touch her. She was surrounded by male faces. Mustache man kissed her and she turned her head and spat. There were oohs and ahhs as the men toyed with her and fought off her slaps. She swung her arms wildly until a couple of the men grabbed each arm. She felt more than two men on her arms, and sometimes they would pull so hard it hurt. She was barely standing, leaning back against the jogger as the jogger groped her small buttocks.
“I’ve wanted this more than I’ve wanted anything in my life,” said the mustached man frankly, staring in wonder. He unbuckled his belt and she felt his dick slide into her. She screamed.
***
Ignacio woke up. What had happened? It felt like a distant dream. Yet he wasn’t in bed, he was actually standing up and in the park, surrounded by the men in his family. Had he just hit on his cousin? No, he did more than that, he molested her chest and pulled off her tube top. He felt a little sick and noticed that all the men around him seemed similarly dazed. Outside this circle of men, the women in his family were getting up. They had apparently been sitting in the grass. Did his sister Luisa just pull her panties up? It was as if everyone went sex-crazed. Especially him. Especially for Juana.
He had had a little crush on Juana when they were both kids, but hadn’t thought about her in that way in a decade. But he remembered that just a moment ago, he thought she was the hottest woman alive and his only goal in life had been to fuck her, willingly or no.
Juana! She had run away, but she probably was still in danger. Ignacio pushed through the crowd and went running towards the basketball courts. His father called out his name, but he ignored it. He was going to save Juana.
As he approached the courts, he still didn’t see her. Where had she gone? Did she run straight? Should he get in his car and search the streets? He wished he could call her, but he was pretty sure she didn’t have her phone on her. He was a bit out of shape and after running a half-mile of hilly terrain he was out of breath. It didn’t matter, Juana needed him. He kept running.
After passing the courts he noticed a huge crowd of what appeared to be mostly men. It was maybe 100 yards away, but he guessed there were 30 men yelling and whooping as they surrounded something. There were a few women sitting around the circle, masturbating. When some of the men parted, Ignacio saw someone on the ground. Then he heard a woman scream, and it sounded like his cousin.
“I’m coming, Juana!” yelled Ignacio. He didn’t know how he could fight 30 men, but he was fairly stocky and planned to just dive into the crowd and tackle as many men as possible. Maybe he could cause enough chaos to allow her to escape. Ignacio squared his shoulders and ran full speed towards the crowd.
Swiftly he dodged benches and jumped over a cumming woman, but slowed down as he approached the circle. Instead of tackling anyone, he just pushed apart two men in the crowd to see Juana on the ground, being raped. Two men held down her arms and a third man held her hair. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen and he couldn’t wait for his turn. He didn’t want to interrupt the mustached man currently fucking her, so he just grabbed on her small right boob, like the guy across from him was doing.
“She’s so fine,” said the tall black man across from him.
“I know!” exclaimed Ignacio. He had always wanted to fuck her and soon he would have his chance. But for now, he could feel on her lovely breasts and pinch her cute nipples. Her boobs were so soft, so pliable. He sighed, amazed at her beauty.
Juana, meanwhile, was screaming for the men to stop. She hadn’t even noticed Ignacio. It felt like hundreds of men were touching her, when it was really only six, sometimes seven. Her small body only had so much real estate to grope while there was a man on top of her. Juana’s arms were pinned, but she tried to kick her legs. But the man on her was too heavy and he was pinning her legs with his legs. Her legs could barely move.
Juana had heard about women being able to lift cars to rescue their trapped children, but the adrenaline running through her veins must have been a much weaker dose. She could not free herself from her tormentors, and not for a lack of trying. Her arms could get an inch or two off the ground before she ran out of strength and the men slammed them back down to the earth.
So she was stuck, being raped by a strange man and unwittingly being groped by her cousin as she struggled. The mustached man was enjoying himself, humping her thatch-covered pussy and laughing during his wonderful merrymaking. With her head held back, he could kiss and lick her face and whisper torments in her ear like, “We should do this every day.” He loved how her face changed from angry with clenched teeth to forlorn with piteous eyes. It wasn’t that he wanted to cause her pain. It was that despite her words and behavior, he knew with certainty that she was enjoying this and would be grateful afterwards. He wished he could kiss and bite her nipples, but the other men were enjoying themselves and he saw no reason to interrupt them; not while he had been fortunate enough to fuck her first. Let them have their fun; he was having his.
“Oh my god, lady, I looooove yoooou!” the mustached man said as he jackhammered his orgasming dick into her cunt. With that, he was replaced by another man and the merriment continued anew.
Contrary to the first man’s notions, Juana was not enjoying this. She was enraged and depressed at the same time. She felt guilty for not fighting harder before they tackled her. She felt bad for not stealing her mother’s keys and driving away immediately when she knew what would happen. She knew this was partly her fault.
But mostly it was the fault of these stupid men obeying their dicks instead of waking from their brainwashing. If it even was brainwashing. It could all be a convenient excuse. And it was the fault of this box, this evil box, that she was sure was created by Satan himself. There could be no more evil act than to force men to rape an innocent young woman, against all their wills. And there was nothing she could do except wait for them to finish using her.
Well, although Juana was not enjoying the gang rape emotionally, she did observe some physical pleasure as the men’s dicks brushed against her g-spot and mashed their pelvises against her clitoris. This was offset by the pain of dry, unprepared sex. While her moistening pussy would ease the vaginal sex, she would soon experience a different kind of pain.
The man atop her came and the men changed how they had positioned her. Even though she had stopped resisting, the men pulled Juana up by her limp arms until she was nearly standing. The man in front of her inserted himself into her sex. She began to resist again as she felt a man behind her pushing his cock against her little butthole. She screamed and twisted, but all this did was make her brown jiggly cheeks look more appetizing to the man behind her. The men eventually won and thrust through her sphincter and into the warm comfort of her bowels.
The men always win, she reflected. All her life she’d been underestimated, underappreciated, and passed over in favor of the boys in her life. Now that she was in her first year of college, her thoughts and ideas were starting to matter more than what she had in her pants. For the first time in her life, she felt like an equal to men. But it was all a facade. Her ideas and desires would never be considered in this world, as long as she had a cunt. The men raping her cunt were now demonstrating that. The man who created the pink box—it was unquestionably a man, who else would come up with such a thing—used his tremendous power to make sure women knew their place. Men were the cause of misery in her life.
As she thought this, a woman replaced the man who had just cum in her cunt. Unbeknownst to Juana, lesbians were affected just like men by the pink box. This woman, a handsome yet boyish-looking lesbian with feathery cropped hair, began stroking Juana’s skin as the man behind Juana fucked her ass. Though the anal was definitely worse, this was a new type of torture. She was about to be abused by a fellow woman. And this woman was more sensual, licking Juana’s nipples as she rubbed Juana’s pussy. Juana felt confused and bewildered.
The lesbian leaned in for a slow kiss, strumming Juana’s clit. “Stop,” said Juana quietly. The woman, like previous men, only smiled devilishly. Then she painfully grabbed a fistful of Juana’s left tit. The lesbian clawed and slapped Juana’s body while finger fucking Juana. And the men treated her like any other man, patiently waiting for their turn and occasionally masturbating to Juana’s rape.
Juana hadn’t even realized Ignacio had caught up with her until he whispered in her ear. “Let’s play house, Juana,” he whispered, from behind her. Juana shrunk inside her skin. The man who was now fucking her ass was her cousin Ignacio. She was committing incest. And he was reminding her of the protosexual play they’d had as kids.
They hadn’t done anything bad or wrong as young kids. She hadn’t been molested. But there was a sense of something “adult” in their play. Perhaps it was their chemistry. She had liked him, more than she liked her other cousins and he supposedly had a crush on her. The most they had done was getting their toys to kiss each other.
Now it had graduated to this. Her cousin’s dick all the way up her butt while a dykish lesbian fingered her in the middle of a park. “You’ll be the mommy, and I’ll be the daddy,” Ignacio whispered. “Be good for daddy.”
It was creepy and wrong, and Juana couldn’t figure out why guys wanted anal so much. It hurt, couldn’t he see that? It was getting a little bit better as her anus became accustomed to the thickness, but it still hurt.
But even though it was creepy and wrong and painful, something about it made her feel sentimental. Maybe it was because she had been so close with her anal rapist, but she felt sort of safe. Safer than in the arms of the strangers who were touching her, at least. He was family, and would never actually hurt her unless he was under the spell of literal magic. And she liked to think that somehow deep inside of his brain he was resisting. If she could ignore all the bad things that were happening now, this was one silver lining that made her feel good. In fact, she hadn’t yet recognized that her body was responding to the dual penetration.
Moments later, Juana came. With Ignacio’s cock pistoning her tiny brown butthole, and the lesbian manipulating her clit, Juana came. She moaned and shivered as the juice ran down her thighs.
Juana knew it wasn’t her fault. It was biology. None of this was her fault. But she did wonder how she would be able to look her uncles and cousins in the eyes ever again now that they had seen her cum like a whore while being raped. As if she had wanted this. Her family would only feel sorry for her. Well, some might feel aroused by the memories. Juana did feel some shame and self-hatred at this thought.
The gangbang continued. Hard, angry, loving meat pounded in and out of her holes for hours. Quite a few of the cocks belonged to her cousins, not that it mattered much to her anymore. Family, strangers… she was free to use by anyone.
The men mostly preferred her pussy, but many of them also used her tight asshole. And although she threatened to bite them, a few men fucked her throat. She was too tired to resist. The lesbian also had a penchant for oral, as she had sat on Juana’s face and pissed. Juana had been disgusted at first, but became secretly thankful for the hydration.
The fucking was still going strong when the pink box reappeared in her hand. A muscular man had her pinned to the ground in missionary anal. Her legs were over her head, her knees by her earlobes, and the man was jackhammering her shitbox when she felt it. There was a chirp noise, followed by a voice saying “Thank you for playing the game. We hope you had a good time!” The box turned black with a pink stripe.
The muscular man, still aroused, slowed to long deep strokes. He grunted, then sped up again, clearly approaching orgasm. Juana watched with little interest as his face changed from aggressively horny to surprise to horror as he came in her ass.
“Oh god, oh god, let me just, let me just-” he sputtered as he finished in her asshole. The man collapsed on Juana and began to sob an apology. Juana rolled her eyes and waited for him to get off her.
As he lay sobbing, she looked around. Men were crying out in despair as they woke, especially her relatives. The masturbating women quickly covered their privates and started to run away, with a few staring in shock and a few more looking at Juana with sympathy.
One man right next to her looked different from the rest. He was a tall, tanned man with slicked back hair. She couldn’t remember if he had fucked her or not, but he was staring at her, smiling, when all the other men were sobbing, angry, or just dazed.
“I don’t know if you had a good time, but I did,” he said. Juana’s eyes widened in shock and fear. He walked away and she never saw him again.