Blood Bank · Part 1 (1/2)
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Preparations The college dorm was quiet, Sam and his rugby mates had run out of ideas. It was only a few days until the Halloween party, and they had the job this year of setting it up. The drinks were mixed, the venue booked, the problem was picking a theme. Every year tended to be the same generic look, tacky decorations hanging from every wall, things hidden behind doorways. It was boring, for their final year it needed to be a party to remember. The parties that truly stood out were the ones the football team arranged, they went all out to get people into character, the last one had groups of zombies breaking into the building, the drama students taking their roles seriously.
Running through the college hallways half terrified and half drunk was something you didn’t forget. Their only mistake was choosing the college, so many things were broken to try and escape or set up barricades. Not to mention how many sports teams decided to fight. When someone had to be taken to hospital, the college came down hard. Despite that no one had managed to tip it since.
With no ideas on their wall, the team had got together for a movie marathon. There had to be some inspiration in one of those films. Empty cans, bottles and popcorn littered the room, but still they kept on watching. Sam’s girlfriend from the hockey team was cuddled up to him as they moved onto vampire films. They were watching one when Rachel’s arm clenched his a little. It wasn’t from fear, this was her enjoying the film a little too much. She had a thing for being tied up that they had been exploring in secret. On the screen the actors had just discovered a storage room where people were sealed in plastic and suspended in rows as some kind of blood bank.
Sam hit the pause button to cries of complaint from the others, the film was getting to a good part. He pointed at the screen and began to outline how they could copy the effect for their party. There was a quiet moment as they thought about it, it was quite daring but they weren’t using the college, and it would be more than memorable. More joined in with the suggestions and the plan began to take shape. Rachel added some of her thoughts, but she was struggling to contain herself, they were talking about one of her fantasies and making it real.
As soon as everyone had left, taking with them a list of things to prepare, she barely waited for the door to lock before she dragged Sam to the bed and jumped on top.
Now they had a plan, things came together quickly. Deliveries began to arrive at all hours, and they began to recruit the volunteers they would need. Rachel went on a recruiting roundup. She had a few friends that shared her kinks, but she would need more than that. A few rounds of drinks and both the hockey and volleyball teams were on board. She met up with Sam at the abandoned warehouse they would be using. The guys had gone all out working it over. From the outside it looked run down and covered in graffiti, all but one of the doors boarded up. The remaining entrance had a small slot to check people before they got in, all very safe house style.
Inside it was pristine with glyphs and signs welcoming people to the blood bank. Various graphics of famous vampires lined the hallways, red smears painted on the floor led into various alcoves, dummies with neck wounds left propped against the walls. It was already quite the set piece before they reached the main room. The huge space was blacked out, split into sections. The DJ was setting up at the far end, black lights and lasers all around his coffin lined booth.
The bar was lined with all manner of concoctions, bottles and kegs all hooked up. Most were hooked up via clear tubes that ran along the floor, they would have their use once the main decorations were installed. Various chains had been suspended from the ceiling, some separating the dance floor from the bar, others along the walls. At the bottom of one, several guys and Sam were waiting for her. They wanted to do a trial of the gear to make sure everything was safe. Rachel stood and listened as Sam explained things, the others took her silence for fear, but he knew she would be trying not to show off her excitement. On the floor was a rectangle of thick but flexible plastic sheeting.
Completely transparent, it had a few items already on it. Some old phone was attached to some wires, it had what looked to be a fake heart monitor dancing across it. Several tubes were also present entering at various points. In between them, Rachel laid herself down and tried to get comfortable. Sam passed her the breathing tube that she would need to keep in her mouth before adjusting the other tubes. She felt the cold wires as they were slid just into the top of her bra, it would look like it was her heart rate on the monitor. It was a good job they weren’t real, or it would have been racing across the screen.
There was a slight nudge against her crotch as a folded tube was passed under the pleats of her skirt. This was clearly Sam’s idea being transformed.
With everything set, another piece of plastic was unfolded and lined up above her. Both pieces had metal rivets through it top and bottom. The guys lowered their sheet down until those rivets clicked into each other. Rachel bit hard on her air tube so that she didn’t let go, soon she’d be reliant on it. An adhesive tape has been prepared on one of the sheets, the guys peeled off the protecting layer and began to seal the edges together. Soon Rachel was in an airtight sack. A single port on the front was opened and a vacuum cleaner hooked up. Rachel clenched her hands, this was all her fantasies rolled into one.
As soon as the vacuum began to hum, the plastic began to shrink around her, she felt the air swirling towards the vacuum, replaced by the smooth plastic flowing over her curves. It began to press in on every inch of her body. First it caressed her body, a massage almost. But soon it became a grip, a compression, she was squeezed tightly until there was no air left and the plastic had formed a perfect shell around her. The vacuum was turned off and the cap put on the one-way valve.
Rachel couldn’t see as her eyes were shut, her hearing wasn’t ideal either, but she could make out some of the conversation going on. The guys were leering over her sporty figure and how it was now perfectly displayed. Her clothes did nothing to hide her shape, not that they did much when she wasn’t sealed in plastic. Her short skirt and cropped top were made to show off her abs. What none of them had expected was just how detailed the vacuum left her. They could see her nipples pressing up, the outline of the bra that she was wearing, even the seams of her thong under the skirt. It was an incredible sight.
Sam had already decided that any spare material was going back to the dorm at the end, this was not something they would forget in a hurry. Rachel tried to move inside her cocoon, lifting her arms or legs. It was a strange sensation, she could flex them, but the plastic moved with her. She couldn’t lift one arm without it trying to move her whole side of her body. Not one to give up, she used her fitness training and sat bolt upright. It was an impressive act, but she wasn’t expecting the plastic to stop her short, the guys had to catch her before her head could drop back against the floor. She squirmed a bit more to confirm that the seal wasn’t coming loose before giving up and lying there.
First test done, they now needed to see if the plastic and more importantly the vacuum would hold off the ground. Directing the others to a corner, the guys used the rings to pull the whole package into the air. Rachel was left suspended between them, her body remaining perfectly encased. She wriggled a bit, the plastic flexing, they found the tighter they pulled on the rings, the less movement their trapped victim had. To test it even more, they began to swing the plastic from side to side, from the sounds coming from the breathing tube, Rachel was loving it. Next came the tricky part, they walked her over to where the chains were dangling.
Two huge hooks were attached to both the chain and then to the metal rings. Those at the top end let go and went to begin winching the chains. Rachel felt her whole-body bend as she began to move from her horizontal pose to being vertical. As the guys at her feet walked forwards, she was bent in half before straightening out. At first, she could swing her legs back and forth, loving the sensation of swaying yet remaining so tightly compressed. Sam didn’t want her to damage the seal and accidentally fall so he got two more hooks and stretched out the bottom loops to the nearest chain links.
Suspended and now frustrated at the sudden increase in restraints, Rachel could only wriggle in protest. All around her the guys were getting a good look at their handiwork. Now she was up in the air, her body was even more captivating. If they walked to the side they got a perfect outline of her shape, with only the plastic line down the middle. Her tight rear curved out behind her; her chest proudly puffed out with her ample breasts. It was little wonder that most of them were jealous that Rachel had chosen to hook up with Sam.
Not that it was the first time that they had seen her exposed, when the sports teams got drunk, they tended to go all in, there were still videos of the girls topless dancing on the pool table in the lounge going round the internet. It was when one of them began to comment on how her skirt was pulled up into her butt showing off her full shape that Sam decided that it was time to move things along. First they had to test the chain fully, to get the effect that the film had, they planned to have several such packages in columns. Making sure that Rachel was still comfortable, Sam watched and directed the winches so that they moved at the same time.
Slowly but surely his girlfriend began to rise up above them all. At least now they didn’t have such a close up view of her to comment as much.
Rachel had no idea what the view was like from her lofty position, only that most of the sounds from the guys were scarily far beneath her. She had no fear of heights, but the lack of sight was somewhat disturbing. She could easily have been just a few feet above them and they were toying with her, or she could be at the roof of the warehouse and facing a long drop to the ground if something went wrong. She was just twitching her feet to see if there was any let up in the vacuum when her entire cocoon was shaken.
The DJ had chosen that moment to test his speakers, not only was she getting the full volume from the raised speakers, but she could feel the base vibrating the chains and her plastic prison. Her entire body trembled with the beat, combined with the sensation of being held aloft, unable to escape, and she was in heaven. If this was going to be her position on the night, she hoped the party was going to go on for days.
From the ground, Sam was testing the lighting effects. It was amazing what happened when they collaborated with other groups, some of the art students had talked with the chemists and come up with the idea for the lighting. In addition to the LED strips at the top and bottom that would illuminate the victims, the tubes that were running up to and around them would be filled with the solutions that went into glow-sticks. A glowing red liquid that would pulse around the various bodies and down to the bar as though it were serving their fluids for real. A test batch had just been placed into one of the pumps.
They watched as the bright glowing substance flowed up to Rachel’s suspended body and back down again. The effect was excellent, yet they were still promising more wonders. They were working on a new batch that would glow faintly white until it came into contact with heat where it would turn vivid red. Sam guessed they wanted to get that heat by having the tubes run around the people inside, for his partner, he had other ideas.
With the setup tested, they promptly began to lower Rachel back down to earth. Sam made sure to keep the guys busy where he could, he didn't want them to notice the small damp patch that was just starting to show around Rachel’s crotch. He wouldn’t need to ask her how she felt, that much was quite obvious.
They hadn’t planned for this when heading to the warehouse, having walked from the bus stop. With no change of clothes, Rachel would be facing an embarrassing trip home. He looked round to see if there was a solution to his quandary, if there was a costume or something lying around. Nothing was helping until he noticed the van that they had used to bring some of the materials. On either side of the spacious cargo area, a metal bracket with holes along its length allowed straps to be ratcheted up to stop things moving around. He glanced back at the loops in Rachel’s cocoon and an idea began to form. He beckoned over some of the guys and used the excuse that having her in her cocoon was too good of an opportunity to waste. They grinned as he explained his plan, always eager to help a guy out, especially knowing what the outcome was going to be back at the dorm.
Rachel was still being held vertically on the chains when she heard people around her moving about. Nothing out of place until she heard Mick’s tell-tale snigger, he never could keep a straight face when something was going on. Assuming that she was the target of some joke, she could hardly respond to them trapped between the layers of plastic. There was a motion as people began to jostle her about, she assumed that they were detaching her from the chains ready to get her out of the plastic. Sure enough her body was bent in half again as they lowered the chains so that she was horizontal again.
Only she couldn’t feel the floor, they weren’t putting her down, instead she was being shaken about as they struggled to move in step with each other. She was being carried. She really wanted nothing more than to be able to look around and see what they were up to. She knew them too well for it to be nice and innocent. There were a few swear words and some tugging for a moment as they realised her tubes were still trailing and had reached their length. Not one to be stopped in his tracks, Sam cut the tubes rather than break the vacuum seal.
Knowing that she was completely at the mercy of Sam and his friends wasn’t the greatest comfort, but Rachel had to admit the thought was adding to her experience. It was the ultimate expression of the bondage they had been trying out, to be completely cut off and exposed to anything that they wanted to do. She just wished she had placed her hands over her crotch, not to prevent them looking, but so that she could’ve rubbed herself as they moved her. She didn’t care how many people might be watching, she was aroused and frustrated at not being able to take advantage of it.
As they walked her, she could feel a bounce in whatever was holding her, like it had some stretch to it rather than the chains that had been rigid. There was a slight disruption to their procession followed by her upper body being raised up, another pause and her lower half was raised to be level again. She was confused and disoriented, there was nothing in her head that might explain what they were doing. Her worst fear was they were putting her out into a public space to be gawked at by strangers. As much as that turned her on even more, it also terrified her.
There was a metal-to-metal clanking followed by the sound of ratchetting, at the same time her plastic shell began to become taught again, held aloft by something other than hands she assumed. There was the patter of feet on some kind of wood before something was slammed, leaving her in a quiet darkness. She tried to bounce around in her new position, she had a little give in the straps, but none from the plastic still. All she could do now was lay back and wait. There were a few more slamming sounds before something she knew all too well. Mick had a van that he took great pride in, usually it took the kit to any games they played.
It also had a sputter now and then that everyone recognised, almost as much as his sniggering. At least that explained her movement, the lifting up must have been them lifting her into the back of the van, which meant she was now spread out right in the middle of it. She hoped Sam was there with her, Mick could be a boy racer when he got moving.
The drive to the dorm took a while, the warehouse was in a part of town that was well away from any housing. It would allow them to rave all night and not risk a noise complaint getting them shut down. What made it more interesting were all the junctions, the turns and the bumps. Each one caused her body to shift in different ways, bouncing around yet safely held tight at the same time. When they stopped sharply her body tried to shift towards her head, her body contorting upwards for a moment before the straps reached their limit of stretch. She wondered if they could do this again but using bungee cords next time. The thought of truly bending and flopping around as the van drove left her in bliss.
It came as a bit of a disappointment when they pulled into the car park near the dorm. Sam was hoping that because it was dark and the early hours, no one would see what they were doing. He didn’t want anyone thinking they had kidnapped someone and having to explain the truth. Rachel began to hear a subtle pattering, in the back of the van it was echoing. At first she began to sigh to herself, she was going to get wet when they moved her. She braced as the van doors opened, another car delivering the others to help move her along. It was cold as she was jostled out between them, as they lowered her feet first to ground level, she could feel and hear the rain hitting her plastic coating. She tried to chuckle to herself, it was the ultimate raincoat, why had she been worried? They were moving quickly, trying to get into the building unseen.
Now she really was being tossed around, her body contorting with how they held her. She focused on her hearing to try and track where they were going, the click and buzz of the front doors letting them into the lift area. There she wondered which they would choose, stairs or lift. Easier to prevent people running into them on the stairs, but a lot of effort to reach their top floor room. The bell ding told her they had picked the lift. She hadn’t considered how they would fit in, she was so glad that she was flexible as they moved both ends together, folding her almost in half so that she was pressed against several pairs of legs.
She guessed they were blocking her from sight if the lift stopped on another floor. Was it her imagination or was that a collective sigh of relief as the lift stopped only on their floor? She took a long breath as she was flattened out again to carry along the corridor. She listened for the tell-tale sound of doors opening to catch them, but they were all in bed, not all asleep from the sounds but definitely in bed.
It was a great feeling when they finally dropped her onto a nice soft object that wasn’t rocking or moving around. Even though she hadn’t done anything, she felt exhausted, all the excitement had gone to her head. She was thankful when she heard Sam saying his thanks to the others for their help before closing and locking the door. She thought that he would come straight into the bedroom and release her, but she was left there for a while, unable to move or get his attention. Was this what it was like being treated as an object?
When he did get around to her, he came to lay down beside her prone form. She could feel his hand moving across her wrapped body. There was a sudden chill where he touched, she shuddered as it ran along her breasts, swapping between them. Curse him and his ice cubes, she thought. It wasn’t the first time she had been left writhing beneath him as her body was attacked by ice. She loved her bondage and he loved teasing her, it was their thing. she could feel her nipples stiffen and press against the plastic before he took the ice and began to travel down her body. As much as she hated him for it, she had to admit he knew how to use it to make her dance around in his clutches.
She was bending in two when it reached her skirt, he felt around with the melting shape, using her reactions to find the sweet spot. As he found it, he quickly swapped the ice for the vibrating wand she kept trying to hide from him. As soon as she felt its hard tremors, she had to give in, she had never failed to squirt when that was used. She felt him press it down onto her before his weight vanished. She tried to shift and force the vibrator off, but it wasn’t moving. Sam was at the side of the bed making a video on his phone, the tape he had used holding the vibrator right on her clit. He counted out as she came not once but four times, the last two almost forming one long orgasm.
Not wanting to be left out of the fun, Sam wedged the phone and decided to try to beat their record. She would be falling asleep from the exhaustion if left on her own, but he knew how to keep her going. He leant over her, found the areas where her skin was exposed to the plastic and began to tickle her. She had been sitting still during her previous orgasms compared to now, he continued his assault on her, rotating between her sides, her feet and her arms. He could hear her gagging from laughing so hard down the breathing tube, it was working better than some of their gags, though he would have to swap the pillow where her drool was spilling out.
She was sat up, with him fingering her feet, when he felt the trembling, her body convulsing madly as she came hard, the damp patch on her skirt spreading. He waited as her legs pulsated, trying to pull inwards, only the buzz of the vibrator and her mewling from the tube making any sound. And then it was over, she dropped back onto the pillows, she was completely done and out of it. Sam tore the vibrator off her now limp body, just as her skirt began to really darken as she stopped ho
Blood Bank · Part 1 (1/2)
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