University Trash
by Daniel
Guy
Everyone at
the university was shocked by Kim's suicide. The third year science student had
been found hanging from a bar by a rope in the gym, dressed in her white tennis
skirt and top.
Only her best
friends knew why she did it. She had been a very pretty student with long white
hair and chestnut eyes, who was much adored by most of the male students. A few days before she died, Kim had split
with Rick, the handsome blond and blue-eyed captain of the college football team. The following day Rick shared his anger and
wounded pride with his friends in the team. They hunted her down one evening
and when they found her in a corridor by the science labs, they cornered her
and taunted her till she cried, calling her 'whore' and 'slut' and other names.
When later that day, Kim had discovered the words 'Kim is a cheap piece of
trash' painted onto the windscreen of her car, she again burst into tears
and sought comfort from her three best friends, Melanie, Sally and Jane.
After Kim's
funeral, Melanie, Sally and Jane met up at Jane's apartment to plan revenge on
the young men who had driven Kim to take her own life. Jane was the oldest of the three students and
the most upset and outraged by what had happened. She had spent the day working on a scheme,
and found that it wasn't hard to persuade the others to put it into action.
Melanie and Sally watched as Jane pulled out from her bag a handfull of large
clear plastic garbage bags which were used to line the bins around the university.
'Look what I
stole from the cleaning cupboard.' she said.
'Here's what
we're going to do....'
By five pm
the following day most of the students and tutors had gone home and the university
buildings were quiet. The guys from the football team had finished their
practice and were piling into the changing rooms. Rick's friend Stevie found a
note in his shoe from Melanie, and showed it to Rick.
'To the members of the football team. Come to the
drama studio at five thirty today to watch a play, dedicated to the team.
Warning, this play contains nudity. This is a private viewing. Don't tell
anyone else. Free beer provided.'
Rick grinned
and showed it to the others. They were curious but couldn't resist finding out
what this was all about. They got changed and then made their way to the other
end of the university building, to the back staircase, which led down to the
studio. When they opened the door, they saw that the room, lined with black
curtains, was dimly lit by one solitary red spotlight. The room was empty but
for about a dozen chairs, forming a semi circle around the pool of red light.
They closed the door behind them.
'Hello?'
called out one of the lads. 'Is this where the play is happening?'
His
team-mates giggled.
A soft
feminine voice came out from the speakers in the shadowy corners of the studio.
'Sit down, lads.
The performance will begin in two minutes. Help yourselves to beer.'
Stevie
noticed a crate full of beer beside a chair and called the others over. Though
still curious about what they were about to see, they handed out the beer and
sat down in the chairs. The red light faded to black and the boys cheered and
wolf-whistled.
Suddenly loud
rock music filled the room. The light was on again and standing in the pool of
red was Melanie, dressed in a short black rubber dress. She smiled at the young
men sitting around her and began to dance. She moved her hips slowly and
seductively to the rhythm of the music and after a few moments began to pull
the rubber dress slowly off her shoulders. The guys whistled and cheered and stamped
their feet with delight.
Slowly she
stripped, until her beautiful breasts glowed under the red light. The tight rubber
dress was peeled off her body until it lay on the floor and she was naked.
Melanie
walked over to the back of the room, picked up a chair returned to place the
chair in the centre of the circle of light. The music softened and changed to
something slower and more sexy, and over it the lads heard another announcement.
'For the next
act, we want a volunteer from the audience. Someone who thinks that they can
sit in the chair, keep perfectly still, and not spill their beer.'
The members
of the football team were amazed at what was being presented to them. They laughed
and joked and cheered at the top of their voices as Rick stood up and went over
to sit in the chair. Sally stepped out
from the shadows. She too looked incredibly beautiful, dressed in an identical
black rubber dress. Again the boys cheered. Sally had a piece of black nylon
rope in her hand and she and Melanie stood either side of Rick.
The lads
hushed again to hear the next announcement.
'Thank you
Rick, for being our first volunteer. Please place your beer bottle between your
knees and then put your hands behind your back. If you succeed in keeping your
knees together during the next act, Sally will reward you, by sucking your
dick. For this part of the performance, you must agree to having your wrists
tied behind your back. This is a precaution, in case you become tempted to
touch either of the performers.'
The arrogant
young men sat there and laughed and whistled. Rick grinned at his mates sitting
around him, as Sally knelt behind his chair and began to tie his wrists tight
together to the back of the chair. Once
this was done, the volume of the music increased and both Sally and Melanie
began to dance around Rick. Sally started undressing in front of Rick, as
Melanie stood beside him, caressing her breasts close to his face.
Rick sat wide
eyed and grinning, amazed at the two beautiful young women dancing around him.
His mates watched, speechless and aroused by the performance. When Sally had
peeled off her black rubber dress, she too stood beside Rick and began to lean
forward and brush his cheeks with her nipples. He became very aroused and
excited by what was happening to him. He started to writhe with sweat and
arousal until after a few moments, the beer bottle slipped from between his
knees and fell to the floor. The bottle didn't break but the beer spilled out.
The other
lads cheered again. The amplified voice echoed again around the room.
'Oh dear.
Poor Rick couldn't hold his beer. Is there anyone else in the audience who
wishes to have a go? Remember, anyone
who succeeds will have the pleasure of having his dick sucked by Sally.'
At that point
all the other guys put up their hands. Out
from the shadows stepped Jane. She too was dressed in a black rubber dress. She
brought out about a dozen other pieces of black nylon rope. She handed the cord
out to the other girls and all three walked over to the semi-circle of boys.
All of them were eager to have a go and all sat with their beer bottles between
their knees and their hands behind their backs. One by one, the young men’s
wrists were tied securely behind their backs.
When they
were all securely tied, Jane stood in the centre of the pool of red light.
Everyone from
the football team was watching her attentively, all sitting quiet and perfectly
still, all of them expecting Jane to be the next to undress. The other two
girls disappeared into the shadows and suddenly the music was turned off. Sally
spoke quietly.
'This next
performance is dedicated to Kim. She killed herself because you guys told her
she was trash. But you were wrong. The truth is that you guys are trash, and
this next piece shows you that happens to trash.'
The boys were
suddenly uneasy. They sat and looked at her, not quite sure what to say or how
to respond. But at that moment loud music began to blare out through the
speakers and Melanie and Sally appeared, one holding a large clear plastic bag,
and the other a roll of black tape. Jane began to dance beside Rick as the
large plastic bag was lifted up and slipped over his head and shoulders.
Melanie pulled it down till Rick's upper body was inside. Sally began to strap
the bag tight around Rick's torso and then wrapped more tape around Rick’s
legs, to stop him getting up. At first he didn't resist. He watched. He let the
two naked girls do this to him, because he wasn't sure what was happening. He
guessed it was a new game. Only when he
found that there wasn't much air trapped inside the plastic bag around his
head, he realized he might be in some kind of danger. The other lads just
watched, wondering what the hell was happening. Jane began to take off her
black rubber dress and this was certainly a distraction. One of the team called
out.
'Hey what the
fuck is going on? Take the fucking bag off. He won't be able to breathe.'
But his
protest was drowned out by the music and seconds later Melanie was behind him,
slipping a large clear plastic trash bag over his own head. He kicked out and
writhed a bit, but Melanie moved round and sat on his lap to stop him getting
up. She smoothed the plastic down over her head and chest and then started to
wind the thick black tape around his chest to secure the bag tight. She kept
her weight on him as she leaned down to strap his legs together with more thick
black tape. Once the plastic bag was secured around him, she lifted herself off
and moved onto the next guy. The three
girls worked swiftly. After a minute, five or six of the team members were now
writhing and twisting violently in their chairs with the clear plastic trash
bags strapped tight around their upper bodies. One lad panicked and managed to
free himself from the chair. His wrists were still tied but he was able to
scramble through the gloomy light to the door and was trying to open it. Jane
spotted him first and went over to switch on more light. The whole room was now
in bright white neon light and she could see the terror and panic in the eyes
of the young men sitting around. She picked up another clear plastic trash bag
and went over to the door. The lad was struggling with the handle and shouting
out 'HELP!' at the top of his voice. Jane was roughly the same size as him and
grabbed his hair. She pulled it hard and in one downward stroke, till he fell
onto his knees in front of her. She opened up the plastic bag and pulled it
quickly over his head and upper body. The lad twisted and jerked, trying to get
the bag off but it wasn't long before he felt the thick tape being wrapped
tight around his torso and legs, till he was completely bound up and bagged. He
writhed and twisted violently on the floor. She stood up and looked down at
him. She smiled. He looked so good inside the bag. Jane then went back to the centre of the room
to one of the three remaining guys who had still not been bagged. She picked up
another clear plastic garbage bag and slipped it over. Soon all the guys were
securely bagged up. All were twisting and struggling in their chairs, except
for the lad who was writhing by the door. The girls stood in front of them and
admired their work. The bags were big enough to ensure that the football team would
suffocate slowly. The shiny soft clear plastic expanded and contracted around
their faces. Sally began to laugh because the sight of their pathetic and
terrified faces was so comical. One struggled and twisted so much he lost his
balance and he and the chair he was tied to fell over on one side. Melanie went
over to another of the team and sat on his lap. She pulled his plastic covered
head towards her till she could smother his face with her breasts.
She kept his
face there, tight against her, feeling him twisting and struggling for breath.
Jane switched
off the music so that the girls could enjoy the sound of the boys begging and
crying out for help.
They watched
in silence, some walking around the writhing bodies slowly, others just sitting
still.
Once most of
them were still, they were each separated from their chairs and wrapped up
completely in clear shiny garbage bags. Their bodies were heaped in a big pile
in the middle of the studio. Blank pale
faces stared out from the fogged up plastic masks. One or two were still struggling weakly,
their moans now feeble, the soft shiny plastic crackling softly as they sucked
in their last few breaths.
Minutes later
they dressed and left the drama studio. On their way out they met Carla, one of
the cleaners, who'd worked at the university for years and was very friendly
with the students. She was mopping one
of the corridors and looked up when she saw the three girls approach.
'Hello girls.
'Hi Carla,'
said Jane. 'We were doing some stuff in the Drama Studio. But we've collected all the garbage and put it
in trash bags for you.'
'How sweet!
Thanks you girls! I'll be down there later.'
Daniel Guy.
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