She came up with a crate, not one of the usual ones that were filled with food, medical rations, and other small luxuries. The first girl in the Maze- the first girl many of them had seen in years- came up with a crate full of sex toys and a note that read in elaborate calligraphy 'For the subjects' use'. The message was clear, and with her added nudity, the intentions were very clear of what we're supposed to do.
An uproar had risen in the crowd of Gladers, word spread like wildfire all the way to the back of the mass. Within seconds, everyone knew the new greenie was a girl and she had come up naked the day she was born.
I had stop anything worse form happening, meaning I couldn't let them see the crate or the note; there would be an almost instantaneous riot and debate as to who gets her first.
I turn to Gally who's next to me. "Take off your shirt, she needs something to be covered with."
Gally opens his mouth to protest, so I throw him a sharp look. Now's not the time for debate and I need Gally to understand just how pressing the matter is.
He grudgingly takes off his shirt and I jump down into the box, lifting her up and pulling the shirt over her head. I make the mistake of glancing down at her chest; she has nipple piercings.
Shit shit shit. Don't get hard, think about Gally in the shower, Gally in the shower.
Once she's made decent, I hand her to Minho. "Take her to Clint, have him check for any injuries and leave her there to rest. Make it clear to him that I don't want her touched by anyone except him and for him to remember he's a doctor in this situation."
Minho nods, squatting on the ledge of the box and I lift her up bridal style to him, her light blonde hair flowing down as he stabilizes his hold.
"Newt, get over on the ledge, I'm lifting the crate up and I need you to take it straight to my room. Don't let the others see what's inside it."
I put the top back on the crate and pass it up to him, his arms tense under the weight of it, but I know he'll be fine and get it to where it needs to go.
Putting my hand on the edge where Newt just was, I pull myself up. I'm immediately bombarded by questions from the Gladers, interrogating me about the new girl and exactly what I'm going to do with her.
"Hush!" I shout, quieting the loud teenage boys. "I haven't decided what I'm doing with the greenie yet. We'll make a decision after she wakes up, but for now I plan to go through the same process that all the other greenies normally go through. She will spend a day doing each job just like all of you did and then we'll go from their.
Some disgruntled rumblings make their way through the crowd. Not that I give a shuck. I'm not going to make a decision about anything until I have all the information.
"Do not touch the girl or attempt to get anywhere near her. Clint will tell me if any of you shucks try anything. I'll make sure any one that tries will stay in the Slammer for three straight days and only one measly meal each day."
That should stop them from trying anything, if not, the one that tries will be made an example.
The crowd parts as I make my way to my room, where Newt's waiting with the crate. When I get in there, he already has the lid off, but his eyes are completely averted from the contents and he has a small blush on his face.
Aw shuck, the kid's embarrassed by the idea of sex.
"Alby." Minho enters my room. "She's still unconscious and Clint says there's nothing he can do. We'll just have to wait until she wakes up."
"Did you have multiple people stationed outside?" Newt asks, turning away from the crate he started to rummage through.
"Of course, we need to find out if she can remember anything."
That's obviously what we need to do first, but we need to prepare for what's going to happen next.
"Newt and I just started going through the crate, do you want to help?"
Minho nods and walks over to where we're standing, eyes widening. "I knew there were a lot of, err, toys in here, but that seems excessive for one girl."
"I doubt she packed these herself, no one's horny enough to bring that many," Newt pauses, thinking for a moment before adding, "Or maybe she is, I don't really know anything about girls, much less how horny they can get."
Newt brings up a good point, no one here knows anything about girls. If you asked any shuck here about a girl they could probably tell you only where the breasts, ass, and pu- vagina is, but that's it.
Looking at the box, it's filled practically to the brim. Butt plugs, dildos, and vibrators of all shapes and sizes, handcuffs, gags, paddles, clamps, even stuff to perform an enema. She's either one kinky shucker or WICKED is up to something. I'm assuming the latter.
Ya know, go figure I can remember every sex toy in existence, but not the name or appearance of my own mother. Maybe I am the kinky shucker.
"Alby," Newt states, bringing my attention to him and the white pill bottle in his hands. "They sent her with birth control, no condoms though."
So they don't want her pregnant, but clearly want her having sex. Why? Who knows.
"They also sent some interesting, er, undergarments." Minho's face was blushing as he lifted up a neon purple g-string.
"Is there any normal clothing? I want her clothed, she has to be if she's going to go outside and if she's going to work."
"But are we really going to have her working like the rest of us? I mean, she was sent up here with a specific purpose."
As much as I want to be mad at Newt for bringing that up, I can't. I was wondering the exact thing myself. With all the hormones that have been turned on, there's not one boy here that wants a piece of her. Especially after seeing her naked, everyone will be vying for her and the easiest thing to do would be to open it up so every guy gets a turn.
"For now, I won't make her. She might not know why she was sent her to begin with, and I won't force her to have sex with anyone. She shouldn't have to live her life out having sex with every guy here unless she agrees to it."
I don't care how much my body wants it, consent is much more important than getting relief. She also deserves the basic security of knowing she won't be violated and every sexual thing she does will be something she enjoys and agreed to.
Minho and Newt seem to agree with that sentiment, not that I'm really surprised.
Gally suddenly bursts through the door, breathing heavily, learly from exercise.
We all turn towards him in alarm and minor annoyance. What could be so important that the shucker couldn't have knocked? The door almost flew off of the hinges.
"She's awake," he gasps, still recovering from exertion, "The greenie."
He didn't really need to specify, as there is only one girl in this whole shucking maze.
Before we realize it, Minho, Newt, and I are in a dead sprint out of the door and down the stairs. If the girl is truly awake, then she can give us answers and hopefully clarify the note.
Bursting into the Medroom, the first thing I see is Clint looking at the girl angrily.
"Well, guess what you shucking bitch, I've had enough of you and your shucking mouth."