Sashimi Special

"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.