THE FIELD TRIP

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 1 ]

With Cindy, and the rest of her class eating dinner. Barbie was having trouble sitting still. Oral sex was a walk through, cooking was as natural as oral sex, but you would think she could be given a little slack in art appreciation. Monette, They all sort of looked the same to her. Unfortunately the Mark, German art appreciation teacher did not share her views. Six swats for mistaking early period for middle.

A chime brought feeding to a halt, and everyone’s attention to the stage. A male teacher, David, was standing mid-stage. “We have received permission from the Middle Alpine Forest Preserve to use their valley for a private field trip. As you all can not go, we have programmed the PDF system to randomly select 20 girls” “Those selected by the computer, please stay after feeding”

Barbie’s and Cindy’s PDF chimed. “Now there is a big surprise,” she thought. “Best pair of oral sex slaves in the school being left behind, by male teachers on a weeks campout. Yea right” The look on Cindy’s face as she turned to stare at Barbie told she thought the same thing.

When the students had left, the twenty selected young girls were ushered out of the cafeteria, down the halls and into the Roman Bath’s.

“Well, it started out as a very enjoyable event, the last time I was here,” Barbie thought. It appeared that the field sports athletics’ teacher, David, who also ran the Roman Bath’s orgy class, had organized the field trip. There were no female staff, nor Nuns present. Just five male staff, and twenty girls. Barbie and Cindy being the youngest.

Actually looking around at the chosen girls, Barbie and Cindy realized they were the youngest and smallest. There was Becky-Sue the classic Californian sweet sixteen, big breasted, thin waist, big-hipped head Cheerleader.

She was the only one still here from the original team, that almost created a scandal in conservative Switzerland years ago when the new American athletics teacher showed them the latest competitive routines being used in the US. But the squad, always filled out with hand picked busty cheerleader types, was always welcome to perform at the officers club. And private parties for visiting politicians. Barbie’s head was about minimum chest size required.

The two Russian girls who lead in goals scored on the interscholastic girl’s field hockey team and the even rougher tougher Polish goalie stood together on one side.

The private schools in the area all fielded teams. And not to would have drawn undo attention. Only senior, second year girls were allowed to apply and even then the competition for the sixteen spots was fierce. The desire to achieve, succeed and please was very strong in the Sex Slave girl’s school. No one ever tried to “spilled the beans” or tried to run away. And a windowsill full of trophies, proudly displayed behind were Sister A sat in her office attested to years of successful effort.

After all, the rest of the schools were full of idle rich little daddies’ princess, being groomed for marriage to well connected or wealthy elite husbands. Then bred for a male baby to continue the family lines. After which a life of endless rounds of shopping or mindless parties. Ignored by husbands who had acquired graduates of Barbie’s school. Expensive sex slaves, well housed and carefully looked after, as they never said “Not Tonight Dear” or “I have a headache”

There too, were Amanda and Mary Ellen. Barbie had stood back and admired their gymnastic skills, as they jumped and cavorted on the equipment. Barbie had barely been able to hop over the vaulting horse they cleared with ease. And no matter how hard she tried, or the female athletics teacher switched her. Cartwheels were just beyond her. But only Cindy could even keep up with her in a foot race. And in the pool “Little Fish” was her handle.

Even more incredible, the Danish twins. Two more statuesque Germanic representatives of the Arian race that Barbie had ever seen. Rumor had it they had been bread for a very special customer. Age unknown, but they were already five foot eight. And even though they were in Barbie’s first year class, their submissive demeanor showed they had been slaves all their lives.

They excelled in weight lifting and mat exercise. And ordered to lead the girls in pushups, sit-ups and leg ups every night before lockup. Twenty-five pushups on each hand were their style. In the weight room, a hundred-pound press was just a warm up. And a hundred and fifty just raised a little sweat. But out of the corner of her eye, one day Barbie thought she saw Cindy lift the one hundred and fifty with one hand as she passed by.

The very athletic, middle aged male Teacher David, addressed his chosen group. Rumor had it he had been a pro-soccer player until his predilection for little girls got him banished. The school offered him a job he just could not refuse.

“We will be leaving Monday morning for a week’s campout. Just dress as usual, eat breakfast and meet in front of the Main doors. All the camping gear and supplies will already be on the bus when it arrives to take us to the private valley” “See you all Monday morning, and I am sure we will all have a very fun time” he said.

“We”, meaning all of us, or ‘We’ meaning just the male teachers standing next to you smiling?” Barbie mused. And is a blouse, short skirt, knee high white socks and soft-soled dress shoes appropriate for camping?

Monday morning, as the selected girls entered the cafeteria, the dietary Nun handed each a heavy nylon waist pouch with it’s own belt. “Energy Bars, candy and a water bottle” Eat a half bar a day and a sip of the liquid at the same time” She ordered. “Probably to keep our med. up” Barbie thought. After wolfing down as much food as they had time for. {Cindy always smiled broadly when Barbie used that metaphor out loud}

The girls assembled at the front doors. Sister A was there and the five male staffers listened intently to her orders. “ Bring EVERY ONE Back safely. This is the first field trip of this type I have ever authorized. And if it comes acropper, it will be you five who will bare the burden of informing the Master. I would not like to be in your shoes then”

“And you lot back there remember, we always look after our charges” “In every way you can imagine” If you screw up it will be ME you have to tell it too. Ask little Barbie back there, how I deal with truant little girls” Not one female had any doubts as to how she carried out her threat.