Masashi, 19 Years Old, Class 1-B

"Have you compelted your final assignment?" The masked man stands at the entrace to the Out of Order men's toilets by the swimming pool.

"I... Yes." Masashi says quietly.

Looking around one more time, to make sure that nobody else is watching, he grabs the piece of paper from his pocket, and hands it to the man. On it, he has written a comprehensive list of a certain woman's movements for the last 24 hours. The man studies it carefully, from behind his mask.

"This lines up with what we already knew from other sources. Congratulations, Mashashi, you are now a Rank 1 member of The Circle."

Masashi frowns. "That's all well and good, but what do I get for being a member? Nobody's ever told me. Just vague promises of unrivalled access to... something good."

"Rank 1 members will be frequently called on to run errands, and to act as spies or informants. In return, The Circle will give them a key."

With this, the man hands Masashi an ordinary looking key.

"And what does this key unlock?" Masashi asks, unimpressed.

"It unlocks every out-of-order bathroom in this academy." The man replies, matter-of-factly.

"Why would I want to be able to get into an out-of-order bathroom?" Masashi wrinkles his nose.

The man doesn't reply to the question directly. Instead, he says something in a very stern and serious voice.

"There are two strict rules. Firstly, always obey the sign. And secondly, always lock the door behind you, and after you leave. If you fail at either of these, there will be serious consequences."

Next, he indicates for Masashi to use the key to unlock the door.

Masashi slides the key in, turns the lock, and opens the door. The man ushers him inside, and then reminds him in a serious tone. "Now lock the door from the inside."

Masashi obediently uses the key to lock the door. And then, turning around, cannot believe what he sees on the wall in front of him.

Stuck in the wall, barely above the ground, is a butt. Either side of the butt, one hand can also be seen, trapped and unable to escape.

The butt's holes are gaped wide open, as if constant use has left the orifices' muscles weak and useless.

Above and to the side, a woman's professional swimsuit, and modest navy lingerie, are pinned to the tiles.

Underneath the butt, on the ground, around 20 used condoms lie in a scattered arrangement, full to the brim with spunk.

Above the butt, a photo of a woman's face is also pinned to the tiles. In it, she looks calm, serious and professional. It's the face of the missing swimming teacher, Miss Rai.

Underneath the used condoms, a paper sign is half-visible. The part of the text that can be read says "As a lenience for sparing the victim's face and groin, all members must use condoms at all times. Used condoms are to be left in the room."

Masashi is speechless.

"This is really... Miss Rai?"

"There is no Miss Rai. There never was a Miss Rai. If anyone wishes to discuss a Miss Rai with you, you must pretend to be uninterested, or confused, or pretend not to recall her altogether. No, this is Meat Toilet Two."

"Where's Meat Toilet One?"

"That information is above your membership level."

"If her hands are on this side, how does the, um, 'Meat Toilet' eat and drink?"

The man shrugs. "Tubes dump meals into a dog bowl, from what I understand. Not my department."

"There's like 20 condoms here. Miss R... The err, there's been... A certain woman went missing about a week ago. Does that mean that this poor, erm, Meat Toilet... Has been fucked over three times a day since then?!"

"Oh god no!" The man sounds horrified, or perhaps offended.

"Oh." Now Misashi is really confused.

"No no no! Read the rest of the sign!"

Masashi gingerly retrieves the sign from underneath the gross used condoms, then reads the text that was obscured before.

"Once every evening, a rank 3 member will collect the condoms into a concealed hatch. Once closed, the condoms will then be fired out of an air cannon at the Meat Toilet's face at high speed, at random intervals, for the duration of the night. This poetic justice reflects the brutality of the convict's ****."

A mental image of a nasty used condom suddenly firing painfully into Miss Rai's shocked face, and likely exploding with cum like a water balloon, fills Masashi's mind. And then he realizes what else the implications of this are.

"The condoms are collected up every night. That means..."

The man nods. "These twenty condoms aren't from the whole week! They're just from this morning and afternoon."

Masashi's mind reels.

"I'm... Struggling to process the thought of the woman who used to be my swimming teacher now being **** to take over 20 dickings a day." Masashi says slowly.

"This isn't a woman. Women have upper bodies and heads and opinions and, usually agency. This is a Meat Toilet. It's best you start recognizing this as an object, and not a person, as soon as you can."

Masashi rubs his forehead. This is a lot to take in, and a lot of mental gymnastics to try and perform on himself.

"Wait... 20 condoms today... Just how many students are already members of this circle?!" Masashi asks, shocked.

"That information is above your membership level."

The man turns towards the door, and fishes out his own key.

"Do not lose your key. Never let it out of your sight." He says sternly, as he unlocks the door.

"I will lock this from the outside, this time. After that, it's up to you to always remember to lock the doors. If you keep your key on the inside of the door while you're in a toilet, then nobody else will be able to unlock it, so you won't be disturbed."

He steps through the door, then before he closes it, he sticks his masked head back through the doorway a final time.

"Always obey the sign."

And then, with a click and the sound of a lock turning, Masashi is left alone with Miss Rai.

No. The Meat Toilet formerly known as Miss Rai.