"Sealed for Freshness" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/Aj5FmPBC Created on: Saturday 22nd of September 2018 06:17:38 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:45:44 AM UTC Sealed for Freshness The Dolcett University gymnasium was bristling with activity. Even though the room was as wide as three basketball courts side by side, it still felt almost crowded. A large banner was hung across the far wall reading “Zamunda Earthquake Relief Drive,” and many of the women managing the event wore red T-shirts with the same title. The real spectacle wasn’t the staff or the banner though, it was the stadium floor. Hundreds of body bags had been laid out in long organized rows across the floor. A good number of the bags had nude women sitting on or next to them, one for each bag. A few had already stuffed their legs into their bag and sat upright inside it. Most of the women chatted idly with one another as the staff moved about the gym. A pair of sophomores, Carlee and Laurel, entered the gym and approached a table on the side of the court. Carlee was a slightly tanned beauty of vague ethnic background with a generous bosom that jiggled with each step she took. Her wavy dark brown hair ran past her shoulders and brought out her bright green eyes. Laurel was a fiery redhead with her hair cropped at the base of her neck. Her pale skin was lightly freckled, and her breasts were slightly larger than Carlee’s, and firmer. Both women wore causal tank tops and shorts; clothing that could be removed and discarded easily. As the duo neared the table, a bubbly Asian girl sitting behind it stood up and waved at them enthusiastically. The dusky skinned girl next to her waived as well, but with less energy. “Carlee! Laurel!” She exclaimed as they approached. “It’s great to see you guys! I had no idea you two were donating!” Carlee chucked. “Yea it was kind of a ‘spur of the moment’ decision. Laurel decided she wanted to donate and I didn’t feel like finding a new roommate.” She shrugged. “Plus, it’s a great cause and all that.” The dusky girl looked at Laurel inquisitively. “So, you just felt like donating out of the goodness of your heart?” Her question was obviously leading. Laurel crossed her arms. “So, what if I did? I happen to care very much about the poor people of Zamunda.” She replied indignantly. Carlee interjected. “Well that and she knew she wasn’t going to pass Anatomy. It was either donation or dissection, and she felt this was the better option.” “Well… that’s not untrue.” Laurel said. All four girls had a decent laugh for a moment before getting back to the task at hand. “Alright,” the Asian said while pulling out a few papers, “just sign here to confirm you are dropping out of the University, and sign here to officially surrender ownership of your meat. Then, head over to the locker room showers and get cleaned inside and out. There are bins in there for your clothes. They’ll be donated to the Relief Effort as well. After that, pick up a toe tag and info card from the next table, “she motioned to a table just outside the locker room. Currently three nude women were standing over it. “and then just pick a bag. We’ve got a crew going around sealing girls up, but we’ve got a lot of donors today, so it might be a while. Just sit tight till then.” Carlee could see that at the far end of the gym, a cart with what looked to be a pile of ropes, hooks, and an industrial vacuum was slowing going from bag to bag. The ones they had already passed resembled vague humanoid shapes, and a couple of the more recent bags were wriggling slightly. Laurel rolled her eyes. “Uggh. That sounds like a lot of paperwork. Can’t I just hop in bag and get it over with?” Carlee patted her friend on the back. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it for you.” She pulled the forms aside and began signing her name. “Will we see you girls again before they zip us up?” The dusky brunette shook her head. “Probably not. We’re on desk duty for another hour. After that, they’ve got two bags with our names on them. Literally.” The girls chuckled as Carlee and Laurel finished signing their lives away. “Well, guess that’s it. So long girls!” Carlee said as she and Laurel strode off to the locker room. The girls at the table waived goodbye before addressing the next group of donors. The locker rooms were adjacent to the gym and even though they were generously sized, they were almost full. Carlee and Laurel had to squeeze past several women in various stages of undress before they were able to find a bench where they could undress. Coincidentally, one of their friends, Dea, had just finished disrobing in the same spot. “Dea?” Carlee asked in a surprised voice, “You’re donating?” The curvy Latina turned to the pair and smiled. “Oh, hey guys! Yea, my scholarship ran out. So, I figured I should at least go to a good cause. I take it you two are doing the same?” Laurel nodded as she removed her tank top and tossed it into a nearby bin labeled “TOPS,” exposing her full and firm breasts. “Yea. Same reason too.” “Cool! Roselyn and Erika are as well.” Dea added. “They got here a little earlier and they’re saving a bag for me. Hopefully they’ll have a couple for you two as well.” “Oh, that’s sweet of them.” Carlee said as she slipped out of her shorts. “Dea, don’t let us keep you. Head on to the shower, we’ll catch up.” The locker room had a large and open shower, but it was currently filled with about two dozen women. Carlee, Laurel, and Dea found themselves sharing two showerheads between the three of them. They squeezed their naked, wet bodies together and gossiped as they thoroughly washed themselves. “Oh, did you hear?” Lea said, “Professor Lane’s entire Horticulture class ended up donating, so she said, ‘Fuck It’ and donated too!” “Wow!” Carlee said as she washed her hair. “I envy whichever family gets to feast on her tits.” Laurel scoffed. “What did she expect? She ends up feeding half her class to the plants every semester. Is it that crazy some girls would rather feed a hungry family in need instead of an overgrown weed?” “I don’t think she’s… aauh … mad about it.” Dea added as she inserted an enema hose into her ass. “I heard she was planning on retiring anyways. Besides, plenty of girls from other classes are donating too.” “Yea, Professor Andrews might run out of dissection subjects.” Carlee teased. Laurel rolled her eyes. “Oh, shut up! Do me a favor a stick that enema hose in my ass, would you?” After showers and several enemas, the trio was ready for consumption. They dried off and headed back into the gym, this time fully nude. Once they picked up some toe tags and info cards from the second table, Dea led them to where Roselyn and Erika were. On the way however, the trio passed none other than Professor Lane. She was lying down on a body bag just outside the locker room, talking to another woman who was presumably also a member of the faculty. While they knew it was rude, the group couldn’t help but stare. Professor Lane was already known to be one of the hottest members of the faculty, but no student had ever seen her naked before. While she was almost forty, her appearance wouldn’t put her a day above thirty. Her body was ideal, not too lean but not too fatty either. Long toned legs, a generous, but firm, ass. And her breasts were large and soft, yet impressively held their shape. Her long brunette hair was loosely tied back, and she wore a pair of thick-rimmed glasses. “Oh, umm, hi Professor Lane.” Carlee said to break the awkward silence. “I’m Carlee. I was in your Horticulture class last semester.” The Professor looked at Carlee and smiled. “Yes, Carlee. I remember you. You did quite well in my class. Though I’m glad to see you and your friends are also donating to such a good cause. Also, you can call me Karen, I’m not a Professor anymore, just meat.” “Oh, ok Prof- Karen.” Carlee said. “Umm, I just wanted to say I’m sorry your whole class dropped out on you.” “Oh, I’m not sorry at all.” She said gleefully. “Zamunda is in desperate need of aid, and I’m happy so many of my students decided to donate. Plus, you don’t need a Professor for a class with no students, so it allows me to donate as well.” “But, who’s going to take care of the plants?” Laurel asked. “You always feed a ton of your students to the plants just to make sure they’re fed.” Carlee and Dea looked at Laurel like she had just violated a taboo, but Karen brushed it off. “Oh, that’s just a ploy to get students to study more.” She said. “There are a few girls digesting in the plants right now. They should be enough to keep them satisfied until next semester. Then Professor White will be taking over the course. Though if you ask me, she’ll jump inside one of the pitcher plants the first chance she gets.” Before Carlee could ask anything else, the cart that was making its way around the gym approached the group. “Sorry to interrupt ladies,” said an Ebony-skinned girl wearing one of the staff’s shirts, “but we’ve got a lot of girls to bag today so we need to get to it.” Karen nodded and turned to Carlee. “Well, it was nice talking to you Carlee, but I need to get bagged up. I’m sure you’ll make one Zamundian family very happy.” “Thanks. You as well!” Carlee replied. With that the trio continued down several more rows of body bags until they finally reached their last two friends. “Hey girls!” Dea said as they approached. “I found a couple of stragglers in the locker room.” Roselyn was a petite brunette with bright blue eyes and a welcoming face. Erika was a bleach blonde with a toned body and tits that rivaled Laurel’s. The two were lying on a pair of body bags when the trio approached. “Well look who failed Anatomy!” Roselyn joked. “Too bad Professor Andrews is a chick.” Erika added. “Laurel couldn’t suck her way out of dissection duty.” The girls all laughed and picked out body bags next to Roselyn and Erika. There weren’t too many women in this part of the gym, so it was easy to find bags that were adjacent. Meanwhile Laurel groaned. “Ugggh, is it too late to change my mind? Getting cut open is starting to sound better than all this teasing. Besides, did you guys know that the only reason Professor Lane fed her students to the plants was to make them study more?” Roselyn and Erika gave each other perplexed looks. “Ummmm… yea!” Roselyn answered. “Most Professors do that. Including Andrews. Why else do you think she uses her own students as dissection subjects?” Laurel leaned back on her bag, dumbstruck. “What? I thought they just needed more bodies.” Once again, the group had a good laugh at Laurel’s expense. “No silly.” Carlee answered. “That’s why they have the lottery. Plus, there’s always plenty of snuff majors who would volunteer for the job.” “Maybe it’s for the best that you’re donating.” Roselyn added. “Your tits are worth more than you brain.” While Laurel searched her mind for a retort, Erika interrupted. “Here’s what I don’t get;” She interjected. “If we’re donating our meat, why are they sticking us in body bags? Or doing it while we’re alive for that matter?” “That’s a good point.” Dea added. “My sister donated to a charity drive last year, and they cut off her head and stuck her in the back of a truck. This seems like a lot of trouble.” “It’s because our meat isn’t going to the local factory.” Carlee answered. “It’s going to the other side of the world. It’s easy to ship a couple dozen bodies to the local meat factory and keep them fresh, it’s a lot harder to keep them fresh when you’re shipping them to another continent.” The other girls were silent, captivated by Carlee’s answer. “They aren’t going to be able to keep us refrigerated for that long, so they have to keep us vacuum sealed.” “Well why don’t they behead us first? Or at least hang us?” Erika asked. “For maximum freshness.” Carlee answered. “The best way to ensure your meat is as fresh as it was when it was alive, is to vacuum seal it while it’s alive. It may seem cruel, but it really makes a difference on a week-long trip to another continent.” “Wow, I never thought of it that way.” Dea said. “Oh, I almost forgot to fill out my toe tag.” After another half hour of chat and gossip, as well as a few jabs at Laurel, the cart reached the group of friends. “Alright ladies,” the Ebony woman said, “time to get you all bagged up. Who wants to go first?” Laurel raised her hand. “If it means I don’t have to deal with anymore teasing, I’ll gladly go first.” “Sounds good.” The cart’s operator replied. She began to retrieve rope and a hook from the cart while another staff member, a curvy brunette, began pulling a hose out of the vacuum. “Stand up and put your arms behind your back please.” Laurel got up and obeyed, but wasn’t sure why. “What’s the point of tying me up? I’m gonna suffocate in a bag in a minute.” The operator only chuckled as she pulled out an anal hook and gingerly pressed it into Laurel’s asshole. Despite the enemas she had given herself earlier, her hole was still rather tight, and Laurel let out a slight grunt. “It’s for convenience.” She answered as she tied Laurel’s wrists together and to the long end of the hook. “They may not have the tools necessary to prepare you in Zamunda. This way, they can just pop open your bag and lift you straight into the air. Now sit down please.” With a bit of difficulty, Laurel managed to sit down on top of her body bag. She grunted slightly as the hook wiggled inside her. The Ebony operator then quickly took her ankles and bound them together as well. Once she was fully bound, the operator helped Laurel shimmy her way into her body bag, until it ran the length of her body. The brunette took the vacuum hose and affixed it to a nozzle on the end of the bag. “Alright, I’m going to zip you up now. Any last words for your friends?” The operator asked as she ran the zipper on the bag up to Laurel’s face. Laurel smiled. “Bye girls. Hope you all taste great!” “You too Laurel!” Carlee said. The other girls shared the sentiment as well. With that, the operator sealed the bag and Laurel’s face disappeared. The brunette flipped a switch and the vacuum began to suck the air out of the bag. Slowly, the body bag began to loosely conform to the shape of Laurel’s body. As the bag slowly shrank, the operator retrieved another hook and more rope. “Alright, who’s next?” The girls agreed that Roselyn and Erika should go next since they had been waiting the longest, followed by Dea. One by one the girls were bound, said their goodbyes, and were sealed in their body bags. Once Laurel’s bag was airtight, the brunette removed the hose and moved it to Roselyn’s. Carlee noticed that Laurel’s bag began to wriggle and jerk slightly and Laurel suffocated. By the time it was Carlee’s turn, Laurel and Roselyn’s bags had grown completely still. Dea was still jerking and Erika’s movements had become weak. “Alright, last one.” The Ebony operator said as she nestled Carlee into her body bag. “Any last words?” Carlee shook her head. “Nope, I’m just happy to do my part.” The operator smiled and zipped the bag the rest of the way. Suddenly, Carlee was enveloped by complete darkness. The sounds of the outside world became heavily muffled and, for a moment, all she could hear was her own breathing. However, the vacuum quickly started up and the sound of the motor and suction drowned out all other noise. Carlee could feel the breeze around her toes as the air in the bag was slowly drained. Soon, the black leather began to collapse inward, pressing against her body and her face. Eventually, Carlee began to have trouble breathing. She inhaled, but couldn’t catch her breath. She did her best to remain calm, and tried to take deep breaths, but a fire quickly began to rise in her lungs. The more she breathed, the worse she felt. Eventually the leather began to stick to her face as she desperately inhaled. By the time the motor shut off and the vacuum was removed, she didn’t even notice. She was preoccupied by the searing pain in her chest. Her body began to spasm involuntarily. She tried to control her movements, but she soon found it difficult to focus on anything. Her mind began to leave her, and she could no longer grasp what was going on. She began to feel weak. Her involuntary movements slowed. And she gradually faded away.