THE FIELD TRIP

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 2 ]

The line of girls walked out of the front doors, to find the school bus parked in the front drive. Regular transport to them. A six-wheel drive diesel Mercedes’ school bus based on an artillery tractor body to everybody else. Neither rain, sleet nor snow stopped this beast from delivering safely its precious cargo. It also had a snow plow front, which was attached for real winter driving. And was also bullet proof.

The girls climbed in and each pair assigned comfortable seats, buckled in and away they went. Barbie and Cindy go seats near the rear. Handy for a quick one, to pass the time.

About an hour out, Barbie and Cindy were brought to the rear bench seat and required to display their considerable talents as a pair of felatrix. First the athletics teacher, then in turn, each of his associates. Ignoring the two sweet little sex slaves hard at work honoring their maleness with their tongues, the boys talked among themselves.

“How far should we go before establishing a base camp?” “It will be eleven o’clock before we reach the end of the access road. Figure an hour to get them packed up and off. I expect on the first day that we could only push them five kilometers. But if we start at eight, tomorrow we can push them twenty” “My only mistake so far was not packing enough switches, but newly growing sprigs will just have to suffice”

“ Oh, My; these two are really great” I am keeping them, for my stuff. He was too busy feeling up the little ones honoring his rod and scrotum to continue.

After pausing to be let in the huge fence guarding the entrance to the sanctuary, the bus clawed its way up a rough, winding gravel road. Running out of road in a small wooded clearing the girls were ordered out of the bus.

“Stand beside the storage compartments at the rear of the bus” “Strip” “NOW” “Everything” “Pull on the packs you are assigned” “Dump you clothes and shoes in the now empty storage compartments. Keep on only the waste pouches” “Switch, Switch, Switch” The teachers emphasized every order with a fulsade of swats.

Elated at his great idea coming to fruition. David looked at twenty nude, submissive slave girls. Each heavily burdened with camping supplies, food, water and tents. For the five males only. Wooden stakes driven into the ground, to secure them in place, would be all the girls received out of their loads. “Move out and follow me” He led them off into the woods.

His four associates soon wore out the switches they had brought with them. Bring up the rear. Barbie and Cindy was both hauling David’s personal gear, the cooking utensils, a Barbie had the big frypan given to her by Maurice, her chef mentor, four years ago.

Stumbling, falling, bruising knees, abusing feet on sharp rocks, being abused by the males, having to pee them selves as they were forced to marched on. The men drove the girls ten kilometers the first day and then reverted to newly cut sprigs as the girls strove to erect tents for the first time.

Barbie and Cindy knew no respite; their growling stomachs ached with the rest, as they had to cook for the males after the camp was set up. Each male choosing a big girl for a quick role in the hay, while awaiting dinner. It appeared Cindy was the only virgin on the trip. But none of the males were stupid enough to attempt deflowering her. Sister A would personally cut off their balls for even trying. After the males had fed, they were allowed the scraps. The biggest got the most, the smallest the least. Barbie and Cindy got none.

Each male chose a partner for the night and went off to bed. All the remaining girls were first chained necks to neck in a long chain gang. One end locked to a big tree. They ended up huddled together in a pile for warmth. The strongest in the middle, Barbie and Cindy on the outer edge. The fact that nearly all of them had spent their lives in urban areas was apparent as any sound woke them.

Once Barbie awoke to find Cindy gone, not possible thought Barbie; I’m chained directly to her. I must be asleep. But later when Cindy pressed soft warm meat into Barbie’s hands she wolfed it down. “Damn, I must be half asleep, I thought Cindy’s eyes glowed in the dark for a second there” “Just a trick of the full moon” Barbie mused before dozing off. Next morning the girls were all huddled around a blazing fire when the men awoke late.

“Who lit that” David queried. “We assumed you did. As we are all still chained together and unable to gather all that pile of fallen wood beside it. “Its abundant warmth drew us.” Master, spoke up Becky-Sue. She had been a pre-diner ride for one teacher and a post quickie for another.

Barbie wondered how she could walk upright with such huge tits. Actually compared to her near breast’s even Cindy’s little mounds were something for a male to fondle. “Well anyway, time for our breakfast and you breaking camp” he said, unlocking the girls chain from the tree.

The girls set about dismantling the camp. Packing up the fold up chairs, clothes and other male paraphernalia. Assembling it all into its original loads. Loading up and squatting in a row ready to go. Barbie and Cindy started cooking eggs and bacon for their master’s breakfast. Even whipping up some “Sourdough” bread. Cooked on a stick over the fire. Edward the current head chef had been a bit of an adventurer in his youth and had picked up quite a few odd recipes. The men sent their last nights bed warmers down for water and shaved from a pot of hot water on the dwindling fire.

Barbie and Cindy served the dominant males their food and sat beside them. For creating the bread, they at least got to split the bits left on the stick. As soon as their hunger was filled, the males dumped anything left into the fire. Ordering Barbie and Cindy to police the area, douse the fires, clean the cooking utensils and catch up before the sun hit high noon, the men led the other slaves down the trail.

Barbie and Cindy looked around at the mess. It would take them an hour at least just to clean up the area never mind the cooking pots. Setting to work cleaning the pots with sand, Barbie did not notice Cindy make three fast trips down to the water, bringing back two full pails each trip. The fires were soon doused and covered over. The posts clean and packed up. Two bowers acted as brooms sweeping the area clean.

It was then Cindy discovered the map case that had fallen out of the leaders tent. Opening it. The two ponder it’s content.

“These maps are very old” And it says here copied from a Carolinian book that was it self from an original Roman work” “How’d you know?” asked Barbie. “My first master was a scholar” replied Cindy. Actually the originator of the Roman Latin text. She reminded herself. Maximus’s Roman face loomed out of her memories. And why did you not support Marius? She spoke to herself.

“Marius Who” queried Barbie. Sometimes her best friends’ thinking was a little odd.

“During the Roman wars with the Germanic tribes. The Teutonic tribes of northern Germania diverted from their first advance into Italy and rested for a few years, forging alliances, intermarrying to cement tribe to tribe. Before moving in three co-ordinatted attack columns hundreds of thousands strong. They divested them selves of many of the items gathered in their wanderings. As they expected to return for them one day, they selected a secret site to bury it. As it was tons of Gold. Most in the easily transportable form of torque’s, tableware and horse fittings. Dropping it into a lake was a good idea. As they were passing through, what became Switzerland. Hidden valleys with even greater hidden lakes were to be found. They left a few young warrior men and women as guards” Cindy I a sort of trance rattled on. “But the wily Marius, with his newly re-organized mercenary legions descimated them in the passes of northern Italy. Few survived the battles, even fewer the attacks of the savage hill tribes, which had hid from them when they were a great horde.” “Many flooded the slave markets of the Mediterranean basin, and many more died in the arenas as gladiators. Especially the warrior maidens and warrior wives of the leaders.” Cindy grew silent and her face sad.

“And what does all that really old history have to do with us? This map, and twenty nude slaves being dragged across country by five sex starved teachers for a week? How am I supposed to seduce one into giving me good fuck with all these older big-busted girls hanging around? I am as horny as hell and not getting any.”

“Is that all you think of sweet little sex slave Barbie?” Cindy smiled as she turned towards her sole-mate. Sometimes this little clone’s thinking was a little odd. “No, but it did get your attention back to here and now” retorted Barbie. A very much ‘Here and Now’ California teenager.

‘This is a map of this very valley. It shows the cleft that leads through to the hidden little valley were the Aryans dumped the Gold into the lake. Eighteen athletic little slaves make a great diving recovery team, and can carry out the gold down to the bus” “That bus monstrosity can take them across the mountains by back roads into countries were they are unknown, unlooked for, and probably have accomplices waiting”

“But there are twenty not eighteen of us, and we would tell the head mistress all about it when we get back” Barbie athoritively said.

Hitting Barbie on the head with the soft covered map case. Cindy remembered she was really only sixteen human ages wise.

“ The eighteen are expendable as soon as the get the gold back to the bus. We might be kept alive for amusement during the trip, but they probably intend on offing us sooner or later” Or at least they will try”

“What can we do?” asked a very worried Barbie.

“There are twenty of us. They do not know we are on to them. And there are more surprises in this world than even they can think of” reassured a determined Cindy.

“We had better catch up before the sun reaches its zenith. We have an hour and a half” The two trudged down the path. Cindy supporting her sister slave when she stumbled. Just as mid day arrived, so did the two little sweat covered pack animals. Fortunately the column had halted in confusion when David discovered his map case missing. Pack girls stood in-groups, wondering what the problem was. Their heavy loads dumped on the ground.

Cindy deliberately led Barbie to one side as the men went through the packs. When they came to them, asked; “We made it in time as ordered master” Yes, The two little cleanup crew. I did not expect you to make it in time and looked forward to switching you both. “A master may do as he pleases with his slave” Barbie answered, hoping he was still intending too. “ Wait a minute, you were the cleanup crew” David reminded himself. “Did you clean up everything you found on the ground?” “Did you find anything of mine?” “Yes master, this” Cindy removed the map case from Barbie’s pack, were it was stuffed into the large skillet she lugged around. “ Absolutely wonderful” chimed David. Walking away to open it with his cronies, he ignored the two new arrivals as they whispered among the pack slaves.

Coming back he ordered; “It is noon, to late to move on for today” “Eat your special rations and make camp” “The map shows a very secret little lake were t you can all go d for a little swim tomorrow”. David’s smile was not reflected in his cold eyes.

Pointing to the cooks: “ You two start a large enough meal to fill us for the rest of the day. Cook all the meat, and make all the flour into pancakes. We all should rest for a long trek tomorrow” The men chose two girls each and staked down the rest. So every one rested except the two little cooks who really did work their asses off until it was too dark to see.

Next morning, the men ate and let the two little tired cooks consume the scraps off their plates, washed down with a dose of each of their cum, then for their entertainment, switched, as they hung by their thumbs from a nearby tree limb. The rest of the girls snuck glances at the two poor little ones betting abused, as they packed up the camp. So far plenty of great sex with athletic males was a great vacation as far as they were concerned. Carrying heavy packs around was what they did everyday at school anyway.

A very tired and sore two little sex slaves dragged their ass’s after the disappearing column of girls. But a little glad they at least were noticed, and used as females, by the adult males.

The column wound it’s way higher up into the valley until it came to a gradual grassy slope, cut into large low steps by rows of low stone retainer walls. Half way up were a line of waist high stone walls, with many more stones scattered around them.

“This is the ruins were looking for” announced David. “Stack your packs in that ruin and form up right here”

The girls complied and were lined up, each holding the nylon belt of the girl in front. They were all then blindfolded. Barbie and Cindy, as usual, were tacked on the rear. The line of girls stumbled over rocks, bruised them selves on narrow walls of stone, bumped heads on low ceilings and generally had a rough time of it. Being shorter, thinner and forgotten at the tail end Cindy warned Barbie of obstacles ahead and both arrived relatively unscathed. They were unmasked in a large stone room, more as the inside of a house than a cave. Columns were carved into the walls, shallow areas as window seats and a large indented altar containing gray dust. David and Mark examined the walls, floor, alcoves and altar, with their kerosene lanterns. The others spread out to do the same.

“Roman or Greek?” asked David. “Early Greek” and even earlier work originally “ answered Mark. “But this room seems a dead end” David admitted. “Have the girls sit along the back wall, under the alcoves and we will have another look at the map” The men gathered around Mark, as the girls hesitatingly moved accross the room.

Barbie saw Cindy press her hand into the dust filled center of the altar as she passed. A rumbling sound caused the girls to scream and rush madly back across the room, knocking both the shocked males and their lanterns down and out. The center alcove were Sue-Ann and two other girls had been siting was opening out and upwards, filling the room with warm soft light.

“Must have been the weight of someone sitting there that triggered the door” announced Mark authortariliy. Egyptians used that sort of counterweight stone system.

“The Mesipitanians, and Chinese before them” thought Cindy to her self.

David a little shaken from the ordeal led the group out into the light. They found themselves at the bottom of a well like depression, just over a football field across, reaching up hundreds of feet. Cracked stone steps rimmed the floor progressively leading down to a pool of water about a hundred feet across. All the building facades carved into the walls of the tiny valley astounded interesting enough, but everyone. ”Just like a compressed Roman Patria” announced Mark. “But these buildings progressively go back in time as they move clockwise”

Becky-Sue let out a blood-curling scream as her eyes fell on the outside of the doorway they had come out of. The face of a ravaging wolf was carved very realistically into the cliff face. The jaw was being the lowered alcove they had emerged from.

Now everyone was jumpy and looked around the valley at every dark doorway. David reached into his jacket and produced a nine-millimeter automatic. “This will keep any wolves away” Mark take two others and search the rest of the chambers. Then run girls back and forth until all the supplies are in the largest room you find” “Bring firewood as well” Trembling Barbie was hanging onto Cindy for all she was worth. “Home Again” thought Cindy. Rubbing her best friends sweat dampened hair to cheer her up.