#pink guards

He needed a solution. Hall after hall of room after room of rabid soldiers and workers and managers. Every single one of them fisting themselves, clutching and stroking the moment the lights go out.

For such a successful large scale production, he'd of thought there would have been some consideration for soundproofing. Yet the walls were thin like sheet metal, the echoing grunts and moans were, at this point, more grating than the everlasting weeping of the players.

Making his way back towards his own room for the night, his mind was flitting through possible solutions, but there really weren't many.

With distance the noise died down but as that cacophony faded... there she was... fists pounding, against the small window of the door, tears streaming down her face as she begged to be let free. In barely two steps he was on the other side of the glass, staring the player down and watching as she gaped up at him.

She was pretty, pretty enough he'd consider her a temptation.

Even as the door slid away and he stood now centimetres of uninterrupted air away from her, the square felt intangible. That is, until his very tangible hand wrapped around her throat and tugged her forward into the hall, her body pressed completely against his. Nose scraping against the mesh of his mask, the tips of her sneakers bore the brunt of the load as his tight clasp held her only barely aloft.

His voice was curt but quiet as he spoke; 'You want out of the games?' The square watched her as she nodded almost frantically, 'No matter the cost?'

This time there was hesitation... all of half a second, but still... 'y-yes, anything.'

His only reply was a gruff yet satisfied hum before he stepped back once more, the pressure of his grip disappearing from her skin in an instant she almost wanted to protest.

Dropped down on her heels she was forced to scurry along behind him as he wasted no time in making his way back the way he came. Passing door after door, aside from the gentle hurried plap of her tennis shoes and the rhythmic contact of his boots, there was a perpetual hum echoing through the halls she couldn't decipher. Yet with two echoing knocks on the furthermost door, the Square had seemingly silenced the whole compound.

The door slid open, and standing tucked behind his solid form, she watched as a room full of masked men turned to study the pair of them.

'I believe I've found our solution.' His voice was harsher, louder as he addressed the room.

At the centre of the soldiers stood one man cloaked in black, a chiselled mask atop his suit.

'Well then... Do share' His words were undoubtably a command and yet they carried an ounce of amusement as he seemed to study the way she peered around the man in front of her like a human shield.

A hand on her lower back, the guard pushed her to stumble over the threshold, those few tumbling steps leaving the player smack bang in the middle of the sea of pink. Spinning about, attempting to keep eyes on every soldier in the room, she missed her Square closing in, right up until the moment his hands landed on her hips, guiding them until the back of her thighs hit the table at the centre of the room.

'This little player, wants out of the games...' As the man above her looked to their leader, hushed mumblings rose around them at the introduction. She kept her gaze on the mask above her, the burning heat of his grip set her hairs standing straight.

'I believe she will be the perfect fix for our collective issue.'

All eyes seemed to set right back on her at his declaration, while hers were stuck to him as gloved hands rose to the toy with collar of her jumper.

Guiding down the zipper he draped open the tracksuit top, tugging it along her arms and letting it fall to the floor.

'I think you'd best prove that Square, after all wouldn't want to waste a decent pawn.'

Barely able to consider the Front man's challenge she got caught up in the roughness of the guard's touch shoving her bottoms well past her knees.

Within fleeting seconds a forceful hand at her sternum had her lying, back flat against the wood as his gaze settled on her once more. Ankles hanging tangled beneath the table, bound in a mess by the bunched fabric, the guard closed in yet again, a looming presence that had her thighs clamping together.

'You did say anything didn't you little player... Did you mean that?' He paused, not expecting an answer, but instead taking his time to draw up the hemline of her shirt until the bright cups of her bra were on full display.

'This is the last time I, or anyone else here will ask,' The Square's heavy palm settled right under her chest, gloved thumb nestling up between her breasts grazing the flushing skin. 'Did you that truly mean anything?' Now with quite a deeper understanding as he applied thuggish pressure that held her in place, feeling her flesh smoulder under his touch her nod was resolute, and yet he wanted more,

'Gonna need you to speak up pet.' His tone was almost mocking, tainted by what had to be a smirk tucked away underneath his mask, as he contorted his stance, hips prying his way between her legs as he stepped into the gap opened by her knees.

'y-y ye-' A harsh swallow and her nerves were calmed just enough, 'Yes, it does.'

Eyes glued on the man above her, and missing the way a few other guards pumped the air, she watched as his hands found his own zipper, drawing it all the way down in less than a moment, evidently uninterested in any further lead up. The parting pink revealed a taught black tank that rode higher with every twist and flex, a delicious peek of flesh taunting her further.

Still with the fabric covering most of his body, her Square reached into the opening, pulling himself free, his fervid erection bobbing free was a sight she missed from her position lain across the table. What she caught however was the brutish tug that had her rear dropping from the stability of the table, now held up only by his iron grip around her thighs and the instinctual cross of her bound ankles tight now up around his waist.

'Think you can show everyone how useful you can be?' He jerked his chin towards where their hips all but met as he spoke and more eager to please than she would've thought herself to be, her hand fled to the fabric of her panties. Sweeping the cotton to the side and out of the way she supressed a hiss at the cold air that prickled her already glistening sex.

'That's perfect Pet'

Her self satisfied little whine was cut into a stutter as his hips met her own, the masked man settling for a moment, a low chuckle followed by an practically announced '...fuckin' sucked me right in...' that had the others murmuring amongst themselves as he slowly pulled back from her hips.

Surging forward without another word, he buried his stiff cock inside her and beginning a brutal pace every harsh drive of his hips stretched her walls further and further.

Gasping like a fish out of water she writhed beneath him struggling to settle into his haphazard sense of rhythm, her hands fumbling around the surface for purchase to no avail as her body rocked against the cool wood.

Her futile movements pulled chuckles from the men that surrounded them, their lechery tainting every available inch of her skin in the most delicious way.

'How about you play with that little nerve of yours, give me and my men a show hmm?' The voice wasn't his but that of his boss, darker and more commanding, yet tempting all the same.

Creeping her hand from where it lay strewn across the table to her abdomen she traced the waistband briefly before delving beneath to draw a finger over herself, sloppily she attempted to match his pace with desperate circles.

'You were right Square, she listens well...' As his rumbling voice sounded off once again she found her back arching head tilting back as her eyes strained to focus on his upside-down form around the other side of the table.

The Frontman stole the attention of the man above her as he continued yet the guards hips remained as vigilant as ever, 'Lets seal it with a vote hm?, All those who are happy with this player being our solution?'

At his words she felt it click into place, the offer that was at hand and that was now out of her control and yet as her head lolled she found herself watching the figures all around her in eager anticipation.

Leaning down from above her square whispered into the shell of her ear 'Go on. Sell yourself.' Without a thought she felt herself obeying, her spare hand drew in closer, grasping at her chest in some hazy attempt to peak their interest, the mirroring digits twisting a perked peak as the other teased and tortured her clit.

Now not only driven by her desire to survive, but by the deep sense of want blooming in her stomach, she let her whimpers and choked moans grow louder until her cries were rivalling the noise of her Square's hips slamming against her own.

'Please please please'

Her less than silent chant played on loop as her eyes scoured as much of the room as they could, the ever persistent pound of the man between her legs making her vision shake and blur as her stomach twisted. Even in the daze she could make out the hands raised, the crowd were voting in her favour and the groans of the man above her left no doubt about his vote.

'I think we have our answer, Want to keep breaking her in?' The Front man seemed almost teasing of the man inside her as he addressed him.

For the first time the man inside her seemed to falter at the question, grumbling a strangled 'Yes' as his strength returned. the Square's arms moved to rip her hands from herself, holding her down by her wrists in a bruising grip as he hunched over her form, keeping her like prey under his hungry movements the billowing jumpsuit dragging against her bare flesh with every ferocious drive of his hips.

Where his voice stumbled, all the others seemed to crackle to life as the crowd drew in closer;

'Yeah fucking rip her open!' A few of them urged him on,

'look at the slut, she's all but frothing for it' one groaned out, leaning over the table as he tilted his masked head down to study her face beneath him, she could only smile up at him in agreement.

'Bet she feels perfect and tight doesn't she? Desperate little thing' a hollow hum of agreement fell from the man above as he continued to bury himself inside her, spreading a warmth through her chest with his dazed approval.

One whispered directly to her, leaning in close his breath fanned across her cheek,

'Just you wait till you feel me, m'gonna stretch that pretty cunt of yours nice and wide'. Craning her neck she gaped up at him nodding dreamily, no precision to her movements mind floating from the room as her stomach tightened at his taunt.

'Anyone else interested in that little ass of hers' A voice slightly further back mused to another,

'You kidding me? Just you try to keep me away.' She trembled, that was something she hadn't dared in the past, and her thoughts hadn't had the time to drift to today, and yet the prospect was strangely tantalizing.

Her moans only grew louder at their overwhelming mass of want from the men around her, the Square above grew breathless his hips trembled his ruthless rutting plunging him deeper as he spasmed within her. Feeling his mess spurt and spill inside her was exactly what she needed to rupture the knot that had been growing within her, a wave of pressure rolling though her. The graceless rock of his hips as he worked through his twitching reeling led her clenching cunt through the pleasure racking her limbs with further ecstasy.

When her limbs finally fell limp, his arms moved to support himself above her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The buzzing voices melded with the haze in her mind until the booming voice of their leader snapped her from the trance;