in the bathrooms

Player 221 hesitated at the choice before her. It was simple really, choose between a triangle, circle, star, and umbrella; yet, she was conflicted. The decision could, quite literally, be life changing. The guard beside her, a man covered with a pink suit and black square mask nudged her with the base of his rifle. Quickly, she chose the triangle on impulse. It was a rather strong looking shape she thought.

The line was small, many others choosing the circle or, most predominantly, the star. She rejoiced in her decision when a feminine voice floated from the intercom informing them they'd be playing honeycomb. The triangle was always the easiest shape in this game.

She collected her container and, with the guard still following her, ascended the stairs of the giant slide. She'd honestly rather the swing but it seemed too much of a hassle to get onto considering it lay at her chest in height- and she was rather tall. The man gave a rather large sigh at her location choice, but nevertheless followed her.

Sitting criss cross on the green metal, she removed the lid from her tin and picked up her needle. She didn't need to test it to tell it was incredibly sharp so, instead, she simply started to work on her candy straight away. The guard watched meticulously as she pierced each and every crumb of honeycomb on all three sides of the triangle. She vaguely felt as though he was impressed when she raised the shape and was declared the first to finish.

She should've chosen the star, at least it would've been a challenge.

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Later that night after many more were slaughtered, she lay awake. When she came to this place she hadn't known that it would cause her hormones to flare 24/7. Some would say she's psychotic, others would say she's a slut, but she guessed she was both. Not only were there so many masked men, but they carried guns; guns which were aimed at her more times than she could count. Goddamn it , she thought. She was throbbing just from the thought of one of them thrusting into her while holding her at gunpoint. She seriously needed help, but for right now, she really just needed to deal with the issue before she needed new underwear.

Getting up, she walked across the room to the metal door and knocked on it gently.

"Excuse me?" she asked quietly in an effort not to wake the others, "I need to use the restroom," The metal window opened and a triangle mask peeked through.

"You're not allowed out after lights out," they stated.

She squeezed her thighs together and spoke in response, "Please? If you're not going to let me go, get your boss," The man tilted his head but nodded and walked away. He came back with the square mask and she almost moaned out loud at the thought of the boss fucking her raw.

The man assessed her, looking her up and down before nodding at triangle and stepping back so the door could be opened. She nodded towards him gratefully and stepped through the door hurriedly.

The guards led her up multiple flights of stairs and through at least 34 doors before the bathrooms were in her sights. She sighed in relief and rushed into the bathroom as Triangle left to resume his post.

Reaching a stall, she quickly ridded herself of her joggers and underwear, her hand making a b-line for her clit. She moaned a bit too loudly and bit her lip to try and hold them in. Rubbing in small circles with one hand, she used her other to explore her folds more, dipping her middle finger into her vagina just slightly, moaning at the friction. She became more harsh with her thrusts, abandoning her clit completely as her palm brushed it with every thrust. She added another two fingers, whimpering at the absolute pleasure it brought her every time she brushed her g-spot. She was a moaning mess by the time she brought her other hand back to her clit, rubbing it fiercely in time with her fingers.