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.