The Field Trip
by Techman1952
Copyright© 2026 by Techman1952
Drama Sex Story: Jane Bishop, a biology teacher at an all girls preparatory school had arranged a field trip to the Museum of Natural Science in Houston. They stop at a Buckee’s to get breakfast. Three escape convicts hijack their bus and force all fifty girls and seven teachers and chaperones to strip. They make them do other things too! But to find out what they were made to do, you’ll have to read the story!
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Teenagers Coercion NonConsensual Rape Lesbian Fiction Incest Mother Daughter Sadistic Torture Group Sex Interracial Black Male Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Masturbation Teacher/Student .
Premise
The teacher of a private girls school takes her students on a field trip to a museum in Houston. There were fifty students ranging in age from fourteen to eighteen. School rules mandated that a chaperone be assigned for every ten students in addition to herself. She had been able to get three of her fellow teachers and two mothers of kids going on the trip.
On their trip they were hijacked by three inmates who escaped from a prison van. They were being moved from the minimum security prison farm, where the inmates were first time offenders convicted of nonviolent crimes. Car theft, possession of small amounts of marijuana, and minor nonviolent sex crimes like, pedophilla, and statutory rape. These three were being taken to a maximum security facility. This is what happens...
Jane Bishop had graduated with honors from Sam Houston State University in Huntsville, Texas with a Bachelor of Arts Teaching degree in Secondary Education. Her Major was in Biology with a minor in Chemistry. She found the perfect job for herself at Miss Jean Brody’s Girls Preparatory School teaching fourteen to eighteen year old girls.
Now in her third year of teaching, she enjoyed the freedom of having an established curriculum and the blessings of a reputation as a fair but strict disciplinarian. Her relationship with her students was rewarding for her and them. She was very well liked and respected by both students and staff of the school that had been established in 1908.
Well funded, those teachers who wished, lived on the school’s grounds in very nice apartments in modern buildings. Those who chose living away from the school, for the most part, lived in the nearby town of Spring City. Spring City was about ten miles away, it was a small town, just shy of five thousand people.
Jane loved teaching the girls and coaching the Volleyball teams as an Assistant Coach. She was in charge of the Junior Varsity teams of which there were two squads. Not only did she love the sport of volleyball, she held a very closely kept secret, she loved the girls! She had never ever touched or in any way sexually abused a child, but she would look at their bodies and silently lust for them. She loved to watch them taking their mandatory showers after practice and games. Looking at their lithe, wet, glistening, and immature bodies as they washed the perspiration from themselves.
She had purchased several tiny cameras and installed them where they would record the girls as they took showers and in the dressing room. At night she would masturbate as she would play the videos on the big eighty five inch Sony HD TV as she repeatedly plunges her ten inch vibrator in and out of her tight vagina. She had been saving her money to purchase a Sybian Saddle machine, she had often used the one at her sorority and missed it terribly. She was a virgin to a man’s cock and felt that she was a lesbian.
Jane also missed being a sub to a Mistress. She was very subservient, and had been controlled by an older girl in the sorority and had been very happy when told what to do and who to do it to.
At the beginning of the 2025-2026 school year, Jane had applied for a grant that was specifically for funding a trip to The Natural Science Museum in Houston. It included money for transportation to and from the museum, two meals, lunch and dinner, and the cost of the entry fees for fifty kids and six adult chaperones. With the help of a Language Arts teacher she had drafted a very eloquent and impassioned grant application. She had gotten the grant, one of five grants given that year chosen from over one hundred applicants from the Houston area.
Jane had arranged the trip and had selected the girls, organized the chaperones, and scheduled the transportation by a chartered bus for Tuesday, February 25, 2026. They would depart at seven o’clock that morning and return around nine o’clock that night. The forecast was for weather in the low eighties with clear blue skies with a light breeze out of the south. Because they were leaving before breakfast was served she had arranged with the bus company to stop at a Buckee’s so everyone could get something to eat on the way to the museum.
All the girls and the chaperones were waiting excitedly for the bus to show up that morning. The girls were all dressed in their school uniforms, a red and blue plaid skirt that ended four inches above the knees, and a white blouse. Four of the seven chaperones, including Jane, were teachers at the school. The other three were mothers of five girls making the trip.
The bus pulled in five minutes early, it was a good start to the day, Jane thought to herself. The trip would take almost two hours. But the bus was a top of the line luxury one. The rear of each seat held an LCD screen hooked up to a 4K player which was playing a movie that the girls had voted on. They could also be switched to a forward looking camera, a rearward camera, or inboard cameras that looked at the inside of the bus. Most of the girls were watching a movie, Jane and a couple of other teachers were watching the cameras trained on the girls and could be switched to watch each row of seats on the port and starboard sides of the aisle three seats on the port side and two on the starboard side.
As Jane scrolled through the different cameras, she found two girls sitting next to one another on the starboard side were holding hands and kissing one another. In the darkened atmosphere of the bus due to the one way tinted windows that showed a wild colorful pattern on the outside that included the charter company’s advertising. From the inside the bus the outside was very visible. The most unusual thing about the two girls was that they were sisters! The low light cameras made them appear as if they had full light shining on them. The girls thought they were well hidden in the dark. Jane scrolled past them and checked on all the others before returning to the two girls.
Now their hands were under each other’s skirts, the camera clearly showed their fingers rubbing each other’s pussies under their underwear. It so happened that the woman sitting next to Jane was the girl’s mother. Jane caught the woman’s attention and pointed to the screen.
“Did you know that your daughters played with each other like this?”
“Yes, and I join them in playing with them and them with me! I’m so glad I have girls! Does it bother you that I have that kind of relationship with my girls?”
“Why are you even telling me about it?”
“If you were to tell someone, I would just deny that I had that kind of relationship with them! On the other hand if you liked it, perhaps you might want to join us and let us enjoy your body as you enjoyed ours! So what would you like to do? Shall we both watch them and touch each other, or am I going to have to get you fired?”
“You could have me fired?
“Certainly! I’m President of the Board of Trustees! I wouldn’t even have to make up a reason! Now what is it going to be? Are you going to join in our fun or are you going to start sending out your resume?”
“I love teaching at our school! I’ll join you!”
“Then I want you to take your panties off right now!”
“Here!”
“Yes here! Lift your butt up, then take them off and give them to me!”
Jane was excited, at last someone was taking charge of her, telling her what to do! She raised up and pulled her dress up over her waist and pulled her panties down. Then she sat down and pulled them the rest of the way off her legs and handed them to Mrs. Grey. Mrs. Grey, a divorcee, took them and placed the gusset of her new companion’s panties in her mouth and tasted the wetness she found on and in the material. She smelled the woman’s essence! Her own panties would have gotten wet, had she been wearing any! She sucked what she could from the cloth before putting them in her Gucci one thousand dollar bag. Then she turned back to Jane and told her,
“Spread your legs, Jane!”
Jane immediately did what she was told to do, she spread her legs with her skirt still up around her waist exposing her bare pussy. Her clit and inner lips were wet and engorged with blood in her excitement. The lips had separated and were displayed as if it was a butterfly pinned to a display board. Mrs. Grey reached over and gathered Jane’s juices from her pussy and sucked them from her fingers.
“Now give me your bra!”
Jane unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her front clasp on her bra. She did that thing that women do and removed her bra without removing her blouse. The bra joined the panties in the bag. Mrs. Grey reached over and pinched Jane’s nipples and made them stick out over half an inch from her slightly puffy small breasts. Her areola and nipples were several shades darker than the skin around them. They became even darker as the blood flooded into them as she became more excited. The woman continued to pinch and pull on her nipples, often coating them with Jane’s own pussy juice, letting them cool due to evaporative cooling. Just as Jane was about to orgasm, the bus turned into the Buckee’s parking lot and pulled to the far back of the lot.
Jane quickly buttoned her blouse and pulled down her dress, just as the lights came on in the aisle to help everyone exit the bus safely. Anyone who has ever been in a Buckee’s knows the variety of foods available to purchase, breakfast tacos, enchiladas, BBQ sandwiches, and the like. Juice, soft drinks, chips, and a favorite, Beaver Nuggets! The girls bought those things and other memorabilia that Buckee’s is famous for. And used the large ultra clean bathrooms as needed. Then in small groups or individually, they returned to the bus.
The bus driver, an older man named Gus, had remained on the bus with Jane. He noticed that the cute teacher’s nipples were poking out her blouse and he could discern the darker color of them and the areola capping her small breasts. He wondered what had become of the bra she had been wearing earlier. It would be one of the last things he would ever see.
Jane had been making sure everyone was back on board. Then to make absolutely sure, she did a role call. She began calling out each girl’s name and checking a box next to each name. After reaching the end of her list of students, she called out the names of the teachers and chaperones. She found that two girls were missing. She and another teacher went back into Buckee’s to find them. The girls were found in the women’s bathroom doing their hair and were marched back to the bus.
Just as Jane was entering the bus, after watching the other teacher and two girls get on, three men came around the front of the bus and got behind her, the first man roughly shoved her onto the bus. They were brandishing two handguns and a shotgun.
When Gus started to get up and try to protect the girls in his charge, he was shot in his head and died instantly. He was pulled from his seat and put on the floor in the steps to the folding door, blocking it from opening.
The girls were all screaming in terror! The man with the shotgun pointed it at Jane and yelled,
“SHUT THE FUCK UP OR THIS BITCH DIES!”
With the business end of the shotgun against the popular blonde teacher’s head! The bus went silent!
The next demand sent chills down all the girls spines,
“EVERYONE STRIP! Take off all of your clothes and put them in the aisle! DO IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”
The women and girls began stripping! Now the privacy afforded by the one way artwork and advertising was a liability. People who might have been walking inches away from the bus would have no idea that fifty seven women and girls were taking all of their clothes off inside the bus while three men in prison orange jumpsuits held guns on them.
Lt. Jeff Green, U.S. Marshal
Lieutenant Jeff Green was looking at a Texas Department of Corrections van, inside were the bodies of three guards. They had left the Ramsey Unit, a prison farm unit south of Houston, near Rosharon, at seven o’clock in that morning, they were transporting three prisoners who had been caught trying to escape the minimal security facility. They were being transported to a maximum security prison outside of Huntsville.
The guards had been executed while kneeling, each one shot in the back of their head with one of their own pistols. The van had been discovered a quarter mile behind a Buckee’s.
The men had been career criminals beginning in their teenage years...
Jake Schmitt
Jake Schmitt had been born and raised in south Dallas. His father was in prison most of his son’s childhood. Jake was a bully and picked on boys and girls that were younger or smaller than him. He would steal lunch money and weekly allowances from them. He often skipped school especially as he got older.
When he discovered sex and girls he began to demand more than just money from girls, he began forcing them to suck his cock, he would squeeze their breasts and cup their crotches in painful holds through their clothes. Most often the girls would say nothing, either because of threats of violence against them or younger sisters and brothers, or from being embarrassed that he had done these things to them. Like most criminals, he began to be emboldened as he continued to get away with the things he was doing. He would force girls to take off their clothes and rape them, taking photographs on his iPhone or digital cameras that he had stolen. The girls, not wanting those photos shown around, wouldn’t tell parents or the police about what he had done to them. When he was twenty years old, he was caught robbing a gas station and was sentenced to from ten to twenty years. Had prosecutors known about his long history of sexual abuse and rapes the sentence would have been longer and in a more secure prison. Instead he was remanded to the care of the Ramsey Unit, a minimum security prison farm.
--- Bill Jenkins
Bill Jenkins had grown up in a disjunctional family, his alcoholic father beat his mother, sister and him. When his mother would refuse to have sex with his father he would rape her, often in front of his kids. He didn’t give a shit about anybody else. He was going to get what he wanted. He was a big man and would intimidate them, as well as other people using his size. But he didn’t stop with just that if he didn’t get his way, he would follow through on the violence threats and beat the shit out of them! Bill learned from his father. He had raped over a hundred girls and women, most were so intimidated they never told anyone that he had raped them. He had even killed three women, women that no one would miss, whores. Two of them were in fifty five gallon barrels at the bottom of Lake Livingston, the other was buried in a shallow grave in Sam Houston National Forest at the end of a thirty mile logging road, with a large pine tree resting on top of her grave.
He had been convicted of the Statutory Rape of an underage girl. She was a girl he had picked up from a Houston street and had raped for four days. She might have become his fourth victim of murder if he hadn’t gotten drunk and passed out. She managed to get the keys to her handcuffs and escape. The only reason he hadn’t been charged with her kidnapping was that she had voluntarily gotten into his truck. Other charges like unlawful imprisonment and torture were dropped on a plea deal. He was found guilty and sentenced to fifteen years to life.
Bill was forty years old. But when they took him to prison someone had made a clerical error and he was sent to the Ramsey Unit, he had only served two years and three months of his sentence. Bill was the one that had killed the guards!
Kinta Carson
Kinta Carson was a huge black man that had grown up in Houston’s Fifth Ward. He ran a string of prostitutes, some as young as fourteen years old. Most of his twenty three girls worked the streets of Houston, down on South Main Street, close to NRG stadium where the Texans NFL team plays. But six of them were kept very busy in a crib down in the hood, his old stomping ground in Fifth Ward. These girls were white and Hispanic girls that had been picked up off the streets and at the bus station. They were kept high on drugs and turned fifteen to twenty tricks a day! They didn’t mind, they didn’t even know what was happening to them. When any of his girls were worn out they would make a one way trip down the Houston Ship Channel and across Galveston Bay into the Gulf of America about thirty miles. Chained to an eyebolt that was pushed through a bag of quick cure Redimix concrete and bolted between two four inch plasma cut quarter inch steel plate washers with an elastic stop nut. The bag was punctured in several places and soaked with water. By the time they arrived at the coordinates he always went to, the bags would have mostly been cured.
Once he had carefully checked the radar and visually checked the horizon for any company he would throw the girls, usually three a trip, overboard, still alive! At last count there were twenty six girls at the bottom in this location, all over a thousand feet deep. Once they were off the boat there was virtually a zero chance that they would ever be found. Even the oil companies had stopped searching for oil in this area.
Kinta was a smart and ruthless man. He didn’t dress like a pimp or drive a pimpmobile. He never drew attention to himself at all. He had men and teenage boys scouting for new talent all the time. He would break the girls in himself. He especially loved breaking in a virgin! That was how they got him, he never expected an undercover cop to be a virgin. He had just fucking the crap out of her when suddenly other officers rushed in and arrested him for her rape.
They didn’t know about the whore garden planted in the Gulf. They got him for rape and defilement of a virgin. He was sentenced to ten to twenty years. He had read up on farming and had convinced the people that made decisions that he was harmless and knew all about plants. He too, was sent to the Ramsey Unit and had been there three years. He was the mastermind of the escape.
He had not however planned for the guards to be murdered. That was all on Bill! But he knew they would all pay for it! There would be no finger pointing and saying that Bill did the deed. They were all going to pay for that guy’s actions. The only thing he could do was to find a way to not get caught!
He spotted the bus and the girls and women that got off it. He led the others to it on a path that kept them out of sight of the many CCTV cameras by using the bus as a shield. But once again Bill had felt the need to kill, unnecessarily! That old man hadn’t been a threat! This time there were over fifty witnesses! His plan was to fuck as many of these girls and women as he could fuck, and at the earliest opportunity kill Bill!
Lt. Jeff Green
Jeff had suspected that the men, armed as they were, would have hijacked a car from the Buckee’s. He knew that Buckee’s had plenty of high end CCTV cameras monitoring and recording their property. And that they were always cooperative with law enforcement. They always provided free coffee and donuts to firefighters and cops. Jeff knew he didn’t have to get a warrant in order to view the security recordings. He walked through the grass toward the Buckee’s parking lot noticing the grass had been recently walked on by three people!
For the next two hours he painstakingly reviewed all of the footage from all of the cameras. He never saw where they went. A camera picked them up walking toward the parking lot and then they disappeared! There was a large charter bus parked at the edge of the parking lot. Did they get on it? If so, they had a lot of girls and women as hostages! He had counted fifty six total! Unfortunately he couldn’t see if the men had gotten on the bus. There was a flash of light at the front of the bus momentarily, but that could have been caused by an LED cellphone camera flash. He did get the name of the Charter company, it was hard to miss plastered on the side of the bus like it was! He went to his car and called them.
Onboard the Bus
Jake was driving the bus while Bill, the crazy murderous asshole, and Kinta, were keeping the girls and women in line. Jake had grown up in this part of Texas and had an idea of a place they could hide this bus. It was a very large barn that had been used to store hay and combines. The farmer had died and the rest of the family were fighting for control of the property. They were in a protracted court battle and he knew they had to sell the combines and hay to pay lawyers. He also knew that his cousin, Dale, was the person guarding the property!
Jake had called him on one of the women’s phones. He had to threaten the girl that owned the phone with cutting off her finger, or just touching the phone with her live and attached one to unlock it. As soon as it opened he opened settings and turned off the power setting that automatically turned it off. All the other phones were turned off and their SIM cards had been removed. They would throw them in a bayou as they drove over a bridge they had to cross. The barn was about twenty minutes away now.
Bill was in the back of the bus, he had found the youngest looking girl and was interrogating her,
“How old are you?”
“Please don’t hurt Mr, I’ll do anything you ask, just don’t hurt me! Please!”
“I asked you how old you are, bitch! How old are you?” Bill asked as he twisted her right nipple cruelly with the fingers of his left hand. The girl screamed out in pain! Through her tears she answered,
“I’m fourteen, I’m fourteen, please stop hurting me!”
“Are you a virgin, bitch? And I’ll stop hurting you when I want to stop hurting you! You have absolutely no control over that!”
“Ouch! That hurts! Please stop hurting me!”
“I might stop if you answer the fucking question, cunt! Are you a fucking virgin or not?”
“I’m a virgin! Please stop hurting...”
A woman, Mrs. Judith Kranz, one of the teachers, stood up and yelled.
“Stop hurting her you bast...”
Bill didn’t hesitate, he raised his right arm and shot the woman in the head, a small round hole appeared in the middle of her forehead and a spray of brain matter and skull fragments flew out the back of her head onto the girls behind her. The bullet hit the overhead storage compartment door.
The screaming began again, two rows behind and to Bill’s right, a fifteen year old girl Kasey Stewart, used the noise and confusion to change the setting on her phone so that it wouldn’t power off. Then she dialed 911. She turned the volume down to mute. Then she slid it into the pocket of the seat back in front of her with the face of the phone against the seat. Kasey had noticed that they hadn’t counted the number of phones. That would give her a much better chance of not getting caught!
“911 what is your emergency? Hello! What is the nature of your emergency?” The 911 operator, a seasoned veteran of five years, shut up and listened, she turned up the volume of her headset! Then she heard crying! And it wasn’t just from one or two people, it seemed like dozens of girls crying! She kept listening, then she heard,
“See what happens when you try to interfere with me! Go ahead, and I’ll shoot you in the head too!” Then more faintly, “Now answer my fucking question bitch! Are you a virgin?”
“Yes! I’m a virgin!”
“Have you ever sucked a cock?”
“Nooo!”
“It’s time you fucking learned then!”
Though the operator couldn’t hear it, Bill had unzipped his orange jumpsuit and pulled out his cock, then he pulled her head down and pried her mouth open, then pushed her mouth down onto it.
“Open your fucking mouth and suck on it like it was a popsicle! Don’t fucking let your teeth touch my cock or I’ll shoot you in your fucking head like I did that other cunt’s!”
The operator heard the sounds of sucking and choking, then gagging. Bill was violently fucking the girl’s face. Forcing her head onto his cock and forcing it deep into her throat! The girl was gagging on it, he loved it! Her gagging reflex created feelings that felt good on his cock. He didn’t care if she choked to death because she couldn’t breathe. She would figure it out or she would die! And if she drowned on his cum, that was alright too!
Kasey leaned forward and started whispering,
“We are a bus load of fifty girls on a charter bus, three armed escape convicts boarded our bus and killed our driver! One of them is now driving us somewhere. One of the men just killed a female teacher. They made us strip, we are all...”
“What are you doing bitch? Who are you talking to?”
“I’m praying, I’m talking to God!” Kasey replied.
“How would you like to stand before him and have a more personal conversation?” Bill asked her while raising his gun again.
“Bill! If you shoot her, I’ll kill you! You want a blowjob? That’s fine with me, but you need to stop fucking killing people!” Kinta told him as he pointed the shotgun in his direction.
Bill lowered his hand,
“Sit back up and shut the fuck up! Pray to your Fucking God silently, or next time I’ll just fucking kill you!” Then he turned back to the girl with his cock in her mouth, and resumed fucking her face.
The 911 operator had pressed the button that alerted everyone, including her supervisor that she had an emergency and needed help. The supervisor came to her and plugged her headset into the second RCA port that would enable her to listen in to what was going on. As she did the original operator wrote on a large pad of paper.
Three escaped convicts hijacked a charter bus
Bus being driven by one convict
Two dead, driver and a teacher
Fifty plus girls on board
Girls naked
At least one being orally raped
She added the coordinates and that there was an active phone. The supervisor unplugged and contacted DPS, the Brazoria County Sheriff Department, and the U.S. Marshal Service and explained the situation and that they had active tracking on a cell phone. She gave the coordinates for the bus.
The girl with Bill’s cock in her throat, Joy Peterson, figured out how to breathe and to overcome the gagging sensation after swallowing her spit. As soon as she had swallowed the gagging stopped, so she kept swallowing and timed her breathing to when his cock left her throat. She also stopped struggling and increased the amount of pressure her lips were putting on the skin of his cock. She thought it would get him to cum faster, so he would stop abusing her that much quicker. It worked, he started squirting down her throat directly into her stomach! The little bit that he squeezed into her mouth as his dick started to go soft, she swallowed.
Bill, satisfied at what the girl had done, patted her cheek as he pulled his cock out of her mouth saying,
“Good job bitch! You’ll make a great little cocksucker with a little more practice!”
Bill had put his cock back in his pants and zipped it back up. He was much more mellow and calm.
Lt. Jeff Green
Jeff, already in his Chevy Tahoe, pulled onto the side of the freeway, received the information forwarded by his Houston office dispatcher. He stopped and waited as the coordinates were downloaded into his GPS tracking program, it told him that he had to turn around. Now he turned on his lights and sirens and pressed the accelerator to the floor. His Tahoe shot forward and his speed hit one hundred twenty miles per hour. The highway traffic was light and yielded to his lights and siren. Twenty miles later he exited the freeway and turned under the overpass and floored it again. This time staying at one hundred, on the two lane Farm to Market (FM) roads, you never knew when a farmer or rancher might pull his tractor out onto the road from a field. It had happened to him before. After making a couple of turns, Jeff saw the bus about two miles ahead just as it turned into a driveway. By the time he got to the driveway it was pulling into a large barn. The huge rollup door was coming down. He was the first law enforcement person on scene. Switching his radio to a common frequency he broadcast,
“All law enforcement personnel, this is Lt. Jeff Green of the US Marshal Service, the bus has entered a large barn. Everyone, turn off the sirens, we don’t need to let them know we are on to them. SWAT teams should converge on my location!” He gave them his location coordinates.
Within twenty minutes the barn was surrounded by DPS, County Sheriff’s Deputies, and their SWAT teams were on the way. Jeff was busy getting the county Tax Accessors office to pull all the information about the property the bus was on. In particular, he wanted to know the layout of the interior of the barn. While they might not know that information directly, they might have the manufacturer of the barn and the name of the company that had erected it.
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