"Sashimi Special File: takai_maho033.jpg, mai2.jpg" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/nb8CWJ4h Created on: Tuesday 21st of March 2017 11:56:40 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:22:43 AM UTC Sashimi Special File: takai_maho033.jpg, mai2.jpg "Takai, will you come up to the front of the room, please? I'd like you to assist me with today's demonstration." The young Japanese beauty swallowed hard. "Ulp! Yes, Miss." The slender, waifish pupil rose from her desk and walked towards the teacher in a nervous, tentative manner. Takai was painfully aware that the eyes of her thirty classmates were firmly locked on her trembling body. From the girls she felt curiosity, from the boys...something else. Takai, who had always been a very shy girl, found the attention quite hard to deal with. She arrived at the teacher's long, black lab table. Since she was not sure what she should do next, she simply stood there, shifting her weight uneasily from one foot to the other. "All right, Takai, take your clothes off, please." "Um...all of them, Miss?" Surely the teacher wasn't really asking her to strip NAKED! Was she? She did ask girls to get naked occasionally, but only for...certain kinds of lessons. "You may leave your socks and shoes on. The state health department frowns upon bare feet." "Yes, Miss." Takai's hands shook visibly as she began to undress. She had never taken her clothes off in public before. It was so degrading, so humiliating! The whole class was going to see her naked! But she had to obey the teacher. She managed to get her dark blue uniform blazer off without much trouble. Her white blouse gave her a bit more difficulty; her fingers fumbled with the buttons, and a few of the girls started giggling. Takai flushed bright red. She took a deep breath and forced herself to slow down. That helped, and she was able to get the last few buttons undone. She shimmied out of her blouse and dropped it on the floor. Next she unzipped her blue skirt and let that fall next to the discarded blouse. The slender Asian beauty now stood before her classmates in her lacy white bra and tiny white cotton panties. Takai closed her eyes and reached behind her back to unhook the clasp of her bra. The cups fell forward. Now Takai saw jealousy on the faces of the girls, and...again, something else on the boys' faces. Her nervousness faded, and she felt something very much like pride. Her breasts had developed sooner than those of some of her classmates. She had a firm, round pair of pale yellow B-cup beauties, and she suddenly realized that she didn't mind showing them. With newfound eagerness, she hooked her thumbs under the straps of her minimal white panties and rolled them off her slender hips. When they hit the floor, she stepped gingerly out of them, and now the full splendor of her taut young body was revealed. Takai was thin and flat-bellied, with hard lean thighs. She was suddenly very glad that she had remembered to trim her black pubic hair that morning; the dark rectangle was neat and tidy. "Very good, Takai. Now get up on the lab table, please." Fear replaced eagerness in an instant. What did the teacher have planned for her? Could she ask? No, that might seem impertinent. The lesson was under way, and strict obedience was clearly called for. With only a brief hesitation, Takai climbed onto the table. She lay on her back and crossed her ankles; although she was naked, she did not want the boys looking at her vagina. "All right, Takai. Now I have to ask you a few questions. You recently celebrated your eighteenth birthday, did you not?" "Yes, Miss." "And your parents have authorized bodily modification?" Takai's lips trembled as she replied. "Yes, Miss." That proved it. Whatever the teacher was planning was terminal; Takai would not survive it. "Just one more question. Would you describe, please, your meat profile?" Ah, so that was it. Takai should have guessed. She had always thought that she would probably be made into meat shortly after her eighteenth birthday. That's certainly what had happened to all of her older sisters. "My flesh is similar in color, texture and taste to Ahi tuna, Miss," Takai replied. "Tuna genes were spliced into my genetic matrix shortly after I was conceived." "Thank you, Takai. I'm sure you understand that this makes you the perfect girl to assist me with today's project. You see, we'll be making sashimi." Takai had known that it must be something like that. Still, to hear it stated openly like that...she suddenly burst into tears. "Please, Miss, I'm scared! I...I want to do my duty, but I'm frightened!" "Death is nothing to be frightened of," the teacher said as she plugged in her hand-held circular saw. "Most girls don't live past their early twenties in our culture, as you know. Death is a normal and natural part of growing up female. If you want to be afraid of something, you should be afraid of pain." With that, the teacher switched on the saw. The circular blade spun instantly to life, and poor Takai howled helplessly as the saw bit into the skin of her shoulder. The tormented girl's screams intensified as the teacher pressed the sawblade slowly but steadily through the muscles and tendons of Takai's shoulder joint. A great fountain of bright red arterial blood erupted out of the wound as the tortured teen's severed arm fell away from her torso. But the teacher was ready with a surgical clamp, and she affixed this to the ruptured artery with professional skill. The saw made equally quick work of the girl's other arm. By the time the teacher had clamped off the second artery, Takai's sweet young face was streaked with tears. She continued to supply desperate, inarticulate protests as the relentless saw sliced through her first hip joint. This proved to be a more extensive operation; Takai was screaming for long minutes while the teacher tried to hack through the ligaments which held the girl's long, lean leg to her pelvis. But at last the leg fell away; as soon as she had stopped the bleeding, the teacher was able to turn her attention to the girl's fourth and final limb. This leg proved less difficult than its predecessor. In no time at all, Takai had been rendered limbless. Any lingering thoughts of resistance vanished from her mind. She was profoundly powerless, to a degree which could never be attained by simple bondage. Takai felt herself starting to slip into unconsciousness. But the teacher was having none of it; she was ready with a bucket of ice water. She raised this bucket over Takai's forehead and poured a thin, frigid stream onto the girl's face. Takai found her consciousness restored. The pain in her shoulders and hips was still substantial, but it was a bit softer now than it had been at first. She felt that she could handle it. "When preparing sashimi, one must use only the very freshest fish," the teacher explained. "The first step is to bleed the flesh. I'll need some volunteers, please." The male half of the class fell all over itself to volunteer; she chose four boys. "Squeeze the blood out of her arms and legs. Yes, that's it. Let it run into the sink. That's fine. You can put her limbs back when you're done. "The next step is to remove the abdominal organs." Takai whimpered softly when she heard that. But she could do nothing as the saw spun to life once more. The teacher cut a precise incision in the girl's midriff. She ran the blade diagonally along the bottom of Takai's ribcage, then continued down. The saw turned inward just above the severed hip joint. Though she was in tremendous agony, Takai did feel a sense of relief as the blade cruised past her clitoris. It turned upward again at her hip, and continued back along the other side of her ribcage. With the cut complete, the teacher could now set aside her saw and lift the outer flesh of Takai's abdomen away in a single great chunk. The class gasped with delight as they saw Takai's organs. Everything was still beating, still pulsing with life. Takai was very much alive. Whimpering and teary-eyed, the young girl managed to lift her head far enough off the lab table to look down into her own abdominal cavity. It WAS beautiful, she had to admit. Terrified as she was, she could not dispute, on the basis of this sight, that she was indeed meat. "Next we remove all of the non-vital organs," the teacher explained, and cataloged them as she did so. "Spleen. Liver. Bladder." She cut the organs out of the body with a sharp knife as she named them, and set them on a tray. "Intestines. Stomach. And of course the whole reproductive apparatus: uterus, cervix and so on. She won't be needing any of that." Takai could take no more. "Please, Miss!" she howled. "Oh, God, Miss, please don't cut me there! You're killing me!" "Nonsense. You're a strong young girl. You can take it." Then, to the class: "Take out everything but the heart and lungs. Be sure to clamp off any serious bleeding. Then rinse out the abdominal cavity." This she did, using ice water from the bucket. Takai shivered as the freezing water struck her warm, vacant belly. "The internal organs can easily be made into sashimi, and they are considered to be a rare delicacy." As she spoke, the teacher cut Takai's liver into thin slices with her knife. She arranged these in a neat, orderly row inside the sobbing girl's gaping abdominal cavity. Next the teacher carved Takai's spleen into mouth-watering, bite-sized morsels, and set these inside the girl, next to the liver sashimi. "To prepare the stomach, first drain it of all its digestive juices." These ran down into the sink as the teacher spoke. "Note that I am preparing Takai about forty-five minutes after she ate her lunch. What did you have for lunch today, Takai?" The tortured teen could barely even speak. "Salmon and...sea cucumber roll, Miss." "Very good. It's still in your stomach, you see; it hasn't been fully digested yet. I'm cutting your stomach into small pieces. And now I'm wrapping small slices of your stomach flesh around fragments of your lunch. The combination of flavors will be sublime." "Yes, Miss. Oh, God, Miss, it hurts so bad! Couldn't you just let me die?" "Certainly not," the teacher replied as she placed the last few pieces of stomach roll into the girl's belly. "But I suppose I should ease your pain a bit. I want you to be alive when you're served, after all. Let me see...ah, I have it." The teacher walked over to a shelf and picked up a bottle of wine. She thrust this into the girl's lower abdominal cavity and pushed it down until it emerged from Takai's thick nest of black pubic fur. The girl moaned softly as her teacher reverse bottle-fucked her. "With the cervix gone, this kind of presentation is easy, and quite stimulating for the girl." The teacher moved the bottle up and down in a soft, sensuous rhythm, a rhythm with which Takai (though she would never admit it) had a slight familiarity. "Do you feel that, Takai?" "Y-yes, Miss!" The teacher found the girl's clit, and began to rub her thumb against it in a firm circular motion. Takai's agony was as intense as ever. Still, she found her teacher's touch comforting. She started to relax, a little. It did feel good to have the wine bottle sliding in and out of her tightness like that. And the firm, steady pressure on her clitoris...her teacher knew just how to do it; how was that possible? But of course the teacher had a clit too, didn't she? Takai gasped and came, her eviscerated body shuddering with orgasm. "Thank you, Miss," Takai whispered, and lay her head back down on the table. "You're welcome." The teacher continued to stock the girl's belly, adding rice and seaweed, plus a little flower of ginger. "For presentation, the limbs can be sewn back onto the body once they have been drained of blood." The teacher accomplished this with a few brief, precise stitches here and there. Takai whimpered, but made no protest. She was undoubtedly meat now; why shouldn't she be sewn like a garment? The teacher added a few garnishes: two shrimp for each of her thighs, and a row of cucumbers just below her budding breasts, right along her rib ridge. "She's almost ready to be served. The only question now is what to do with the chopsticks. Ah, I have it." The teacher produced a razor blade and made two small incisions in each of the girl's firm, taut young breasts. Takai could only gurgle quietly at this new violation. With a wicked grin, the teacher took a pair of chopsticks in each hand and thrust them into the small breast incisions. Takai's sleek little body stiffened as wood plunged through muscle and mammary fat. The teacher pressed the tips of the sticks up against the inside of the girl's skin and pushed until the skin gave way. The chopsticks emerged between Takai's breasts. The teacher quickly installed two more sets of sticks in the same way. Takai looked up at her, eyes wide with agony, cheeks drenched with tears. She tried not to move, for when she moved, the wooden sticks dug into the inner flesh of her tits. "Takai is now ready to be served," the teacher declared. "Gather around, class; there's plenty for everyone. But I think Takai should have the first bite, don't you?" There was no protest. The teacher lifted a slice of stomach out of Takai's belly cavity, and placed it in her mouth. Takai chewed slowly, thoughtfully, and tried to discern how her lunch was different, now that she was tasting her stomach along with the earlier meal. She couldn't deny that it was delicious. The teacher mixed soy sauce and wasabi in a large bowl. The eager students reached into Takai's belly for sashimi slices, dipped these in the bowl, and slipped them into their mouths. Everyone agreed that the organs were excellent. Some of the boys cut her arms and legs away once again. They poured soy and wasabi onto the limbs, lifted them up, and sank their teeth into the meat. Takai shuddered at that. It was so barbaric, they way they tore the flesh from her bones like that. And yet they had such intense looks of pleasure on their faces. Perhaps it was worth it... "My goodness, Takai, are you still awake?" the teacher marveled as the class finished its meal. "Your endurance is remarkable. But I think you've suffered enough." The teacher's long, slender fingers closed around the girl's throat. Takai was amazed at the woman's strength. She closed her eyes as the hands tightened around her throat. Soon she began to gurgle in a new way, as the teacher slowly squeezed the life from her. Her eviscerated torso bucked on the table, then relaxed. And Takai became sashimi, once and for all.