Chapter 66: Field Trip Day 3

BAM! BAM! BAM!

What the fuck now?

It was only four in the morning, what the hell was someone doing banging on the door? Joel and Martin were banished last night for selling access to the pr0n channels I turned on for our room.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

At least I put on shorts last night before bed.

Lenny slept in the buff saying it was so much better to feel the sheets on his skin when stoned. He was out like the dead, so I guess I had to get the door.

Even though my brain was not awake, the place in my head was and it made the door disappear.

What the hell are guys in suits doing outside my room holding some girls I don’t recognize? I mean they sort of look like Paula and maybe a young Anna, but not exactly.

“Just a minute already,” I yelled at the door.

Quickly I grabbed my jeans, opened the safe, and took out my cell phone and the high security badge. The badge went into the security holder and then the hidden pocket in my jeans. On my cell I quickly unlocked it and then clicked on the buttons that turned on the camera, GPS, microphone and started pushing that data out to Steve, Paula and Jane. I knew that something bad was about to happen. I changed my mind about the security badge and got it back into the laptop. No telling what these guys might do to me if they found it.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

“Yeah! Just a fucking minute already,” I yelled at the door again.

Thinking just as quickly, I also swapped out my dark glassed for another of the newer pairs I had gotten recently. It also had the flesh colored sides, but appeared to be cheaply made and about what someone would get a teenager with light sensitivity issues. I purposely did not put on shoes or a shirt as I got to the door.

I left the bolt closed, even though I wasn’t seeing the door anyway, before I opened the door.

“Don’t you guys have something better to be doing than banging on doors at four in the morning? Go down stairs to annoy the hotel staff, rearrange the tables in the restaurant, try to hit cars by pissing off your balcony, something. Grow up already! I’m going back to sleep,” I yelled out through the crack.

I had already looked down to see the foot pushed against the door to keep it as far open as the bar would allow, so I knew the door would not close, but I tried anyway.

Yelling back out through the crack I said, “Look this shit may be funny to Martin and Joel, but they got busted and aren’t in my room anymore. Go away already.”

“Sir, this is no juvenile prank, you need to open this door immediately,” the man keeping me from closing the door said.

“Great try man, you should go out for the Drama Club play this spring. Your voice is super deep and really projects well. Now let me close my door, I want to go back to sleep,” I replied.

Another man took over to say, “Sir we are agents for the Department of Homeland Security. You are ordered to open this door immediately or we will be forced to kick it in.”

“Yeah? Stuff those badges through the crack and let me take a look at them.”

They did.

I took them both and told my eyes to only see the insides of the ID cards that were not plastic.

Yep both are fakes. Everything looks a lot like the top-secret badge I had on the bug finding mission, but other that the fake gold contacts on the outside, the rest of the badge was plastic and ink.

As I pushed them out via the crack, I said, “Wow they do really good fakes at the gift shops around here. What did that cost you, twenty bucks each? I want to get one made up for the NSA, FBI and CIA. I figure if they look as real as the fakes they use on TV, I could have some fun scaring the hell out of kids back home. If you were really who you say, then you would have gotten my teacher or chaperone here to get me to open the door. No way am I taking this bar off to open my door in a D.C. hotel at four in the morning for someone having fake badges.”

Behind me I heard something and turned to see that Lenny had a pair of sweat pants on now, his stash was being shoved into a backpack and was heading to the door between rooms. He saw me look, so he waved me towards him.

“Look if you are really Feds, then let me call my teachers to come down here to talk with you before I open this door,” I told them.

Quickly I slipped back to the safe and shoved everything into my backpack. I managed to grab my shoes and a t-shirt too. I rushed over to put my laptop, tablet and wallet into the safe in the room next door, which the kids next door hadn’t even found yet. I told them to lock the door between the rooms behind me, I was going to climb up to the floor above to get away. They were sure I was crazy, but didn’t question it too much when I said it was to keep them safe. These people were crazy fakers who were probably here to hurt or kidnap someone. I locked the door between rooms on my side, opened the sliding glass door and then went back to the door. I would have climbed up too, but I saw the two girls slumping against the men holding them. They could not hurt me with my shield in place.

Well I don’t think they can hurt me the way my shield seems to protect me.

“None of them are answering. Can you please come back in a few hours where everyone is up,” I asked.

With authority the man holding his foot against the door said, “This is a matter of national security. You need to open the door right now.”

Which nation asshole?

“Yeah right,” I laughed. “A fourteen year old high school kid on a field trip has anything to do with national security? Do you work with the clowns from the Museum that thought I was a terrorist because I made out with a Girl Scout when the power was out? You know I thought she was looking guilty because we kissed, turns out she gave it up to some guy, or a few before she got to me. Was she some princess or dignitary whose dad is pissed as hell and wants to nuke the U.S. if you don’t find the guy that plucked her cherry?”

Yeah play with that in your heads for a few minutes.

“Sir, if you are one Jacob David Smith, we need to speak with you immediately,” he replied. “This is a serious matter.”

Hmmm. Jacob David Smith. Why are they looking for me with that alias? I didn’t wear my goggles when I used it and I have had them on since I got here for the school trip.

I told them they had the wrong David, I was David Jones. The girls weren’t the twins either, so I was safe there too. Something was definitely wrong though. They kept trying to talk me into opening the door when my phone buzzed.

It was a text from Paula and said, “Where is your badge?”

Secured next door.

Good. Let them take you. Kids from school will get hurt if you don’t. Fake it.

Ok. I will have my cell.

I know. It will appear dead to them if they try to check it.

This is a lot worse than it seems.

Seeing through the door I watched a pair of long nosed bolt cutters get opened and push through the crack to cut the safety bar loose.

These guys were fast! They moved in and I was pinned to the floor almost before I could even get my cell back into my pocket. I made myself see everything normally and pulled in some power to ensure my shield was over charged for now. They pushed a shot into my neck. I made a token struggle when I felt the pressure. The stuff from the shot was coming out and my shield had let it into my body. It looked like the area around the needle wrapped in the world’s best rubber. Anything that came out had the energy sucked out by the shield and the rest vaporized. It would be in my piss in a matter of minutes. I kept fighting and they gave me another shot. It was something different than the first, but still had no chance to have any affect. After a minute I made myself go limp.

The men on top of me said something in something that sounded like Russian as the got off my back.

I really need to get the man in the machine to do whatever he did to me when he was getting me all caught up in school, to teach me all languages.

I told the place in my head to make me appear to be unconscious to these men. It was good I did because they pulled off my dark glasses to check my eyes. I was looking at them from inside the place in my head. My eyes had rolled back into my head as they should. Well at least I thought they should.

They went to using hand signals or saying very short, clipped phrases as they checked everywhere around the room. Not surprisingly they had a piece of paper with codes on it that they were punching into the safe. On the last, sixty-four digit long one, the safe opened. It was empty now except for a few packs of rolling papers and a pipe Lenny asked me to stash in there for him. The safe was left open as someone found my suitcase and started putting in just my clothes. I started to wonder how they knew they were my clothes until it hit me that I was the only one that actually unpacked. Lenny had been living out of his suitcase. I was stripped and my pants were searched. The only things in my pockets were my room keys, wallet, some change and my cell phone. My wallet only had my school ID card, a fifty dollar prepaid Visa card, debit card and cash.

Once they seemed to have sanitized the room, one of them made a call from his cell phone. A minute later someone came in with a wide laundry cart. I got dropped in on the bottom with my luggage, then the girls were given more shots before being dropped in with me too. Both of them were just wearing silky feeling pajamas. I don’t know when they had snatched these two girls, but the one on top of me was not wearing any panties. Her bottoms got pushed down when they put the other girl in, so I had a bare butt on chest. The other had her top misbuttoned. Given how big the tit pushing through the gap was, I doubted she would go on a school trip without wearing a bra or having a tank underneath to keep them from bouncing all around.

They don’t look much older than me, why would they be here if these guys are after my alias? Where is their luggage?

I don’t know what happened to my cell phone. I tried to look for it in my luggage and on the men that were pushing the cart now, but it was nowhere I could find. These weren’t the same goons that rushed in to the room, so maybe the other goons had it. I was sure that it didn’t matter all that much because I know Paula had already hacked every single camera for miles around, including cell phones and tablets, to have eyes on these people. I don’t know if she knew they dumped us in the laundry cart or not.

After we got pushed into a service elevator, things got a little cloudy. Even though I could sense the energy around me and see the men in the elevator, I was having a hard time being able to really figure out where we were. There were a few minutes where they pushed us out into a garage and the laundry cart was loaded into a van. Once we were inside the van, something blocked all of my attempts to see anything outside the back of the truck. What I did find was that there were two more laundry carts that had kids in them too. Three boys and four girls.

Shit! The boys look almost like me and the girls are almost twins of the two in this cart. What in the hell is going on here? This is too weird to be a coincidence. Why can’t I see out of the truck? What could be in the walls to block me?

For a while the truck drove through whatever traffic was around at four in the morning. There were lots of stops and starts until they must have gotten on a main road somewhere. When they made a sharp turn, a bit too fast, the carts banged around in the back. The girl on top of me got bounced around and then I had her bare ass right in my face.

Thank any deity, which wishes to claim the credit, for this girl having showered before bed! Hotel soaps aren’t the best, but they are better than smelling shit or funky, day old pussy. Good thing she is not on the rag!

No matter how much I wanted to tell the place in my head to let me be able to move again, so I could get her butt out of my face, I knew it was somehow not safe for me to do it. I don’t know why, I just did. Luckily they turned hard to the left a bit later and that rolled the girl onto her side. She must not have been completely out of it anymore because I heard a bit of a moan as the other girl’s arm slammed down into her head. She squirmed a little bit too. It was not a lot, but more than what had been happening as we drove. Sometime later she tried to stretch out a bit from the cramped way they had dropped her in here. The other girl also twisted around some in response. I had been fortunate that I had kept myself “unconscious” because the truck quickly slowed, turned and stopped. I heard someone’s footsteps coming toward us from the front of the truck. Then there was light.

Both girls were pulled up enough to push them over the sides of the cart, causing them to squirm a bit more. The man that came back here jerked the pajama pants all the way off the girl whose butt had been in my face. He spread her legs a bit and started fingering her pussy. She hissed when he pushed his finger in far enough to hit her cherry. Like it burned him, his finger was pulled out of her pussy. He stuck a shot in her butt and dropped her back over the edge of the cart, now naked from the waist down.

He stripped the other girl completely before trying to finger her. She must have been a virgin too. Instead of giving her a shot and dumping her back mostly into the cart he pulled his dick out. He then pushed his dick into the girl’s mouth and faced fucked her until he got off. When he pulled out, his cum just ran out of her mouth to drip in the floor.

Going around to the other carts, he pulled them up and checked their pussies too. All of them seemed to be virgins, not that this stopped him from pulling out a big stack of linens, dropping one on top and then fucking her ass a few times. He did not go long enough to get off though. I had no idea what he was doing until the last girl he shoved his dick into let out a weak scream. She was trying to fight against him as he fucked her ass hard until he came inside her. She got a shot for her reward.

After dumping the various girls back in that carts, he started roughly pulling the boys out. Instead of fucking their butts, he punched them in the nuts. All three of the boys made a sound and squirmed a bit, so they each got another shot.

Would I prefer a punch in the nuts or having my ass raped? I think I will take the punch to the nuts, please.

He still had his dick out when he came back to my cart. The place in my head knew exactly what my body was supposed to do make me seem completely unconscious. It seems it did it way too well.

“You better come check this one,” the man yelled up toward the front as he used a towel to wipe the rest of the sperm from the girl’s face that had not dripped to the floor. “I think they overdosed him. I can’t tell if he even has a heartbeat. Thermal shows he is warm, but the girls were laying on top of him.”

Shit that man moved in here fast from the front! It must be important we are alive.

The other man said, “Put your dick away before you ruin one of them. It was too risky getting that many in one night.”

Unlike the rest of the kids in here, I was actually lifted out very carefully and laid gently onto a thick pile of linens. The second man took his time to check for a pulse before checking reflex responses. He pulled my goggles off carefully and shined a light into each eye. Just as carefully as everything else he did, my goggles were put back on and fitted properly.

“There is no place on Earth we could hide if any of these boys die,” the second man explained. “This kid is so deep down his pupil is completely unresponsive. These are welder’s goggles they use when someone gets hit with a flash of light brighter than the sun and makes them hypersensitive to light. There was no response to the light I shined in. With his condition, it should have caused at least an involuntary reaction. His heartrate is very slow, but steady. We better hope they didn’t put him in a coma or we will be dead before we can even react. Strip two girls and pack him between them to keep him warm. Make sure his dick is between their ass cheeks. He looks pretty small, but no point risking that sort of accident. You watch the thermal closely. If he starts waking up and humping their ass, we need to put him back under.”