Blood Bank · Part 2 (2/2)
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lding back her bladder.
Perhaps I should have released her earlier, Sam thought. It was more awkward carrying her on his own still in the plastic, but he managed to cradle her as he did when she came home too drunk to make it to the bed. He ran a shallow bath and deposited the plastic into it before he carefully cut open the top end of the plastic. The air rushed in taking him by surprise as her body suddenly slumped, the suction-hold on her gone. None of the bathwater had entered the plastic, yet Rachel was already damp, it was clearly very warm between the layers, added to her little accident. Rather than try and pull her out, he just cut away the rest of the plastic and threw it in a waiting bin bag.
When Rachel woke the next day, she was tucked up in bed, her clothes already in the wash and her very attentive boyfriend ready with breakfast. She couldn’t remember all of the night before, but what she did, made her smile.
Party Time The days before the main party went by in a haze, everyday a constant list of jobs and things to prepare. The team behind the preparations kept getting bigger as did the guest list. It was going to be less of a party and more of a full-on rave if half the people turned up. Rachel had been round as many places as she could think of recruiting blood donors as they were calling their growing volunteer band. As more people joined their list, the guys had to churn out more of the plastic sheets and the rings, but they were getting good at it now, almost at a production line rate.
Rachel still couldn’t believe that it was happening, not just one, but dozens of them would soon be wrapped and packed and suspended amongst hundreds of party goers. Not needing much herself, she helped Sam to pick out some vampire costumes, they weren’t looking for old fashioned Dracula style, more of a subtle approach, more makeup and accessories with more of a club vibe. Sam had a few extra items for her though he refused to show her what they were until the night.
The party day arrived, and it was all hands on to get everyone ready. As the groups of girls began to arrive, Sam split the rugby team into small groups, each would take an area around the room to see to the installations. First the donors were sent off to the cloakrooms where some of the art students were ready to add a few extra touches. Rachel didn’t join them, Sam had already helped her with her own items. The others trailed back into the room in groups where Sam arranged them by their preferences.
Some were quite aware of how exposed they were going to be given the descriptions and had requested they keep some of their clothes. They had been dressed up as a fantasy cheerleading squad with props provided by the actual team. They would be in the rows that provided the background behind the DJ. They were sent off to meet their packers led by Mick.
From there they got progressively more provocative, some were happy to wear just black lacy bra and thong, those would be positioned between the dance floor and the bar area. The ones closest to the floor were the ones that were going topless for it. One or two were already stripped down, only their folded arms helping to cover themselves in the cool warehouse. The final group were the ones that had either been drinking already or were persuaded by Rachel to go that extra step, here Sam was having to focus on the task at hand given that a dozen volleyball and hockey players were standing in front of him completely naked. The only thing that they had was a lacy masquerade mask to cover the top of their face to help prevent them being identified in any photos that would inevitably end up on the internet.
Over at the back of the building a few cheerleaders were being winched up, they had been carefully posed so that when they were in a line, their encased bodies spelled out blood bank with the others holding out pom poms that were now flattened in the plastic, a pair of glittery circles rather than the dancing ribbons of tape they should’ve been. As another girl was raised up a level, Sam turned back to his own group. Several guys had laid out the first plastic sheets, however there was a little hesitation as to who was going to go first. Rachel pushed her way through and without any fuss plonked herself down on the nearest sheet.
Sam quickly joined her to help get the tubes in place as well as to hide some of her extra accessories. From his pocket he quickly swapped the fake phone display for his own phone, it still looked like the others, except it was running other things in the background. As Sam began to hook her up, he kept up a running commentary for the others so that they knew what things were for.
First was a pair of ear plugs, they would help with the vacuum on their ears as well as the sound from the speakers. Gone was the single breathing tube, instead it was a pair of tubes that ran into a nose plug, this kept their mouths free for a tube linked to a water bottle. If they were going to be in there for the entire party, they were going to need hydration. Sam helped Rachel get comfortable with her breathing before he made his way down to her chest, here he took the wires from the phone and placed some pads on to her chest, now it would look even more like a heart monitor.
Further down and he reached her open crotch. She had shaved to make sure that it was pristine, and that people would notice exactly where the tubes were going. Like the others, Rachel already had one tube dangling from her. The others had felt mortified when they were helped to insert a tube into their urethra; once the balloon at the end was inflated, they were left catheterized. It was one bonus those that were wearing uniforms could avoid, they could have pads to help with any need to go to the loo during the night, the rest had all suffered through the unusual sensation of having something pass the wrong way up their pee hole.
Sam left the clip attached as he hooked her up to the tube that would remove any water that she produced. Next was the more enjoyable part. The chemists had only partly succeeded with their colour changing water. They couldn’t get it to change with just a short time looping round the body. Instead, they had provided small boxes with soft linings that could be attached to areas on the body. Sam had already attached a couple to arms and legs, but the final one he and the guys had remodelled and fit inside some cheap silicone dildos.
Rachel hadn’t seen them doing this and when Sam held out the floppy shape, she turned red. It was one thing to already be naked in front of the others, but for him to start sticking things inside her, that was truly embarrassing. She chose to look up at the ceiling as he rubbed some lubricant on it and began to rub her opening until it parted easily to accept the shape. There were some gasps as they watched him slide it into the tip, before letting her body's natural movement pull it in the last inch, swallowing it whole. Only a pair of tubes protruded out now, the dildo invisible to those that hadn’t seen it go in.
One of the girls piped up about how they planned to get it back out now it had gone all the way in, Sam simply pulled on the tubes until the tip reappeared, much to Rachel’s further embarrassment. He let her swallow it back up, trying desperately not to let on to the fact that she was feeling rather aroused already.
With the tubes in place, Sam made sure that she was in a pose that she was happy with, in her case it was spread-eagled, with her arms up as if she was pressing on some glass to let her out. Sam chuckled as they lifted the second piece of plastic into place. Just before they sealed it down, he made sure to unclip her catheter tube. They took their time making sure that the sheets were fully sealed together, gone was the tape, they had found in further tests that it could leave small gaps, they had been lucky with Rachel’s test. Instead, they were using an adhesive that melted the two pieces together around the edge. It couldn’t leave gaps as they put plenty of it on. Happy that she was properly sealed, they opened the small port and attached the cleaner.
All the girls gathered closer, fascinated, as Rachel was rapidly encased in a skintight layer of plastic, left looking like a piece of meat in the butchers aisle. Sam backed off so that they could get a good look. This time because of the mask that she wore, Rachel could look back. They had chosen them so that they kept the plastic off just the eyes enough for it not to force them closed. Apart from that she was back to being trapped and helpless. A few fingers touched her to see how it felt, that strange texture having a plastic shell but soft, warm flesh underneath. They were all impressed at how it had completely covered her perfectly, getting into every nook and cranny.
One of them was pointing out how it had even pressed into her nice clean slit around the tubes that were buried deep. Some were more enjoying her head, unlike her previous time, Rachel hadn’t worn her hair up. Her naturally red hair was now completely flattened in a fan-like shape that spread out, it was almost like it was framing her head as a picture. A couple of them had already taken out their own ties to try and replicate the effect.
With Rachel now vacuumed in, several more of the girls laid down on the plastic and took up poses while the guys helped to get them fitted with their tubes. The others were still waiting to see Rachel installed, it was one thing to be packed on the floor, but there were still nerves about being lifted into the air. Sam and another of the guys each took an end, then treating her like she was just a rag cloth to be folded, lifted her into the air. Rachel had been looking forward to this, that utter submission combined with floating in the air. Except that she instantly noticed one of Sam’s improvements.
The dildo inside her moved, no wonder she couldn’t find them the other day, he must’ve taken her Kegel balls and put them inside the dildo. It meant any movement would cause the ball bearings to move and make small vibrations that she would feel. She tried to push the sensation out of her mind as she felt the plastic tighten above her head, she must’ve been hooked onto one of the chain pairs.
Moments later she began to bend as she was slowly raised up over the bar and into her vertical position. The bottom clips were fixed and she was almost ready, they just had to hook her tubes into the main supplies and they could raise her to any height and it wouldn’t matter. As they began to raise her a little more, there were a few pointed fingers, Rachel couldn’t hear them and had no idea what they were gawking at. From the floor they had watched a glow move along one of the tubes, it took a minute for it to pass down into a bottle behind the bar. There was a row of empty bottles just the same, each one just labelled as essence.
One thing that the science nerds had managed to do was line the catheter tubes with something that glowed in UV light when it was in contact with certain bodily fluids. In this case Rachel’s bladder must’ve emptied as soon as they turned her upright. The glow disguised the fact that they were hooked up to pee through. Even now the bottle on the shelf was glowing faintly.
As Sam turned on the LEDs in Rachel’s plastic, more of the naked group were being vacuumed in and hooked up. Chains began to be heard throughout the venue as more and more of the plastic damsels were raised up into their positions. Rachel found herself taken down to the ground for a while as they fitted another package above her, Sam had arranged for her to be right in the middle, the centrepiece of the display.
When their donors were all hooked up, Sam took his guys to help the larger groups still getting people ready. Sam looked over the impressive range of bodies. There were all sizes, shapes and colours represented. Some of the shapes were slender with little to the chest, but a set of hips to impress. Then there were some that should have been hooked up to give milk rather than blood, their impressive chests perfectly rendered and shown off in the lasers and lights that were starting to switch on ready. It took another hour to get the final people in place, their bodies forming the walls of the event.
The final ones were not the squeamish type, from the first arrangements of people, they made sure the ones at the bottom knew what they might expect. Their bodies were completely in reach of the guests, who would likely get more hands on as the night went. To help them, they had a rota in place for patrols to look out for anyone that got too intimate. They got some photos from various angles, taking in the various poses around them. Where they had the choice of pose, many had gone for a very mundane legs together arms by their side. the others mainly a more spread-eagle style. Some were far more interesting.
One of the cheerleaders had elected to go in almost doing the splits, topless and with her thong having shifted as she posed, she may as well have invited people to see how far the plastic had pressed into her holes. Another had adopted an almost foetal pose, curled up sideways to the others. Sam chuckled as more than one of the guys snuck off to find a strong tissue in the toilets.
The bar was stocked, the decorations were up, all they needed to do now was get the music and lights on. The floodlights were turned off, plunging the entire area into darkness. The guys set up some video cameras to capture the moment that the tubes were activated. Already some had a little glow from the catheters, but now a faint white glow was snaking its way up between all the packages. It entered the various attachments they all wore, made to look like entry points for harvesting. Moments later, the linked tube began to glow bright red, descending to join the other lines in flowing towards the bar.
The girls were all amazed at what they could see from their limited angle, but from the floor it was stunning, rivers of colour lighting them up in different patterns, shadows highlighting curves. Next it was the turn of the LED bars top and bottom of each person, a whiter light, giving things a surgical look. Row upon row of semi-nude girls lined the walls and created them. It was a wonder to gaze on. At a signal the DJ turned on the dancefloor lights and the first track blared out.
Rachel was trying to get used to the vibrations in her pussy, the tubes were pulsing to one beat while the chains and the building worked to the music. Neither one was strong, but it was enough to get her body aroused again. She looked down as the first groups began to arrive for the party, they had all heard rumours that it would be themed around a human blood bank from a film, but they had imagined a few dummies here and there like in the corridors leading in. The first thing that people were drawn to was the scale, just how many bodies were suspended in the air for them to see and enjoy.
Then there was the realisation as they twitched and stretched toes, that none of them were fakes, that there really were girls packaged and suspended. Some began to wonder if the drinks were proper alcohol or if they were really draining blood. Rachel loved the faces that stared up at the bar, the rows of completely naked women there for their viewing pleasure. At least no one would complain if they had to wait to order drinks.
Sam’s final surprise began to reveal itself to Rachel when orders began to come in. There were four main mixers on offer, the phone that was displaying her heart rate was also listening for the keywords, each one causing a reaction. The two cheapest drinks earned her an electric jolt through the electrodes, that would explain her missing muscle stim device. It also explained why her chest monitors were overlapping onto her breasts. Each side got a jolt depending on the drink. The cocktails gave her a vibration in the dildo inside her, and the special, that did all three combined. The worst part was the fact that she couldn’t hear a word of what was being said.
It would take her all night to join the dots and link it to the drinks. For now, she thought it was on random, set to drive her mad throughout the evening, getting her to the edge of a climax but never quite enough. What was worse was if one of the partygoers worked out that she was actually having an orgasm, all those people watching her, yet why did that secretly appeal to her.
As the place began to fill up, so too did social media, soon everyone was sharing pictures of the displays. There were a few of the guys that worried it may get back to the college, but then the advantage of the warehouse, they had no say. The mood was getting louder, and the drinks carried on flowing. Behind the bar there were frequent runs of essence into the bottles, the UV stickers matching the ones that were stuck on the plastic cocoons. As the lights flashed over them, details such as blood type were soon out of mind compared to staring at a pair of shiny breasts. Rachel just felt sorry for the ones in the bottom of the other areas.
The number of photos with guys and girls fondling the packages and their contents were rising rapidly. She saw one end up with a drink splashed across her, at least it was a simple task to clean up. Below a group had turned up, all of them fairly tipsy, but already for another round. Rachel had just begun to figure out the relation between her devices and the drinks she could see when the tender began to fetch extra shakers, they were all wanting the house special.
Already worn down from the constant but short episodes, Rachel should have been ready for the release of a climax. Except looking down she noticed that one of the groups was her sports coach and tutor. Of all the people to be in the crowd, that had to be the worst. They weren’t too old, not too far ahead of the students, but definitely out of her comfort zone. They on the other hand seemed to be enjoying the view of the girls on tap.
As they waited for their drinks, she could see the group looking up and looking at the details, Rachel was grinding her hips as much as she could without too much attention being drawn, perhaps if she could force herself to reach the end quickly, it wouldn’t be a significant one and she could look forward to following up later. Even as the idea formed in her head, she knew it wasn’t going to work. Exposed to the world and completely vulnerable, there was no bigger turn on for her, no matter what she tried to picture in her head, she couldn’t keep her attention focused. The dildo was trembling inside her, a tiny pocket rocket, now that it was on for longer its strength was so much more.
Her fingers tried to curl as she felt the tension in her muscles. She tried to clench her legs but that just drove her dildo deeper.
Outside the music was reaching a furious pace, the bass of it sending tingles through her. Her breasts were trying to bounce with the electric current that was pulsing at her. She imagined that every face was turned towards her, that the whole college would see her weaken and cum. She tried to gulp some water but that didn’t help, her breathing was getting more rapid, her heart thumping away. Over in the distance she spotted Sam, right there she didn’t know if she wanted to kill him or marry him. Nor did she figure the answer, her trembling became a surge of strength as her muscles clenched up. She didn’t dare look down until the moment had finished, she didn’t want to know who might’ve seen her orgasm. Sam however was very happy with the slow motion capture he had taken.
It was the first of several mind-blowing orgasms she got through during the evening. Everyone was having such a good time that they were still going early into the morning. It was when the bottles of essence were nearly at the top and the first rays of light began to shine through the roof skylights that the guys began to herd people out. Many of them wanted to stay and see the girls unpacked, but out of respect for their volunteers, they were politely refused.
Only when the venue was cleared out and the music was off did they begin the task of lowering down the donors. Taking them down was fairly quick, working as a single team this time, they gathered at the bottom of a chain and walked each one off in a line, keeping going as the next one came down behind them. The row was cut free and handed a cheap bathrobe and directed to the showers where they could clean up and change. Clear the plastic to the side and repeat for the next chain. The cheerleading groups were first, getting them down and out of the way of the people packing up the sound and lighting gear. Next was the wall of lingerie, they were slightly slower to deal with as they had more tubes to disconnect or clamp.
A parade of towels was now moving around the corridors, some were silent, still trying to digest what they had just done and all the feelings it invoked. Others were smiling and laughing about the experience. Rachel’s group was last, they all needed a little time when released from the vacuum. They may not have had the extra vibrations and shocks that Rachel had enjoyed, but more than one of them had managed to cum from the slow pulsing of the tubes in the dildos. They came out much wetter than when they were put in. They too were robed and headed off to clean and wait for the minibuses that had been hired to do shuttle runs back to the dorms.
Rachel however was left till last, she watched as they approached her now prone body, in their hands were sets of bungee cords. She looked from them to the waiting van with its doors open into the loading bay, guess that was the way to the after party she thought.
The blood bank had been popular and memorable; that and profitable. They had raised enough to almost pay for the warehouse, given its run-down area. With more people chipping in, they turned it into a full student social building. They didn’t often have rows of students hanging on the walls, but at Halloween, everyone thirsted for the blood bank’s return.
Blood Bank · Part 2 (2/2)
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