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Ms. Lander’s Chicken Plucker Field Trip

2023-01-23 00:01:51

Ms. Lander’s Chicken Plucker Field Trip
By: Mr. Mongo

Ms. Barbara Lander is one of those teachers male students dream about. She stands 6’ height around a respectful 120 pounds. Barbara likes to keep her sandy brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. But what really catches the guys eyes are the breasts her parents bought her for graduating college they are a very “natural looking” C-cup. Ms. Lander was worse than her students she taught when it came for trying to get out of doing school work she took her students to whatever field trip she could sign them up for. Museums, art galleries, power plants, historical re-enactments, or anything that took more than an hour to drive to by bus. This time she chose a field trip that had nothing to do with history. She was taking her students to see a chicken farm that is automating its productions everything from the raising of baby chicks all the way to the slaughter. It was all she could find in short notice. The people who run the farm could not wait to show off their automated farm.

The students in Ms. Lander’s social studies class that were heading out on the field trip began filling into the class to do a head count and to meet the four parent volunteers who were going to help chaperone the trip.

Ms. Lander walks to front of the class then blows a whistle to get everyone’s attention. Once the students calmed down enough for her to speak she begins to introduce the chaperones starting with Mrs. Sue Clark a forty two year old heavyset woman with wavy reddish brown hair with large floppy breasts. The second mother she introduced by Ms. Lander is Ms. Kim Kowalski unlike Ms. Clark Ms. Kowalski is a tall attractive woman who does yoga along with spin class everyday to keep fit. Third on their list was Mrs. Lisa Kwan a petite little Korean woman who always had a large pretty smile on her face. Last to be introduced is Mrs. Shelly Schultz a really prim and proper tall red headed woman in her forties. Each woman volunteers for these “fieldtrips” just to screw Ms. Lander over. She just too nice, too lazy, and too pretty for their tastes. Their husbands would spend hours pretty themselves up for her getting ready for their parent teacher meetings. Like they would have a chance with her. These women are willing to do just about anything to humiliate her in front of her students.

As soon as they arrived on the farm them are greeted by Cletus Lang, medium size hillbilly looking guy who looked straight out of the movie Deliverance. He stood there waving like a maniac as the school bus entered the farm.

The first thing that caught the student’s attention was the stench of chicken crap. Just about everyone pinched their noses and let loose a big “P-U!” as they were exposed to it.

“Yup, were certainly on a farm.” Ms. Lander said as she covered her nose.

Cletus runs up to Ms. Lander then just about shakes her hand off when he greets her. He just can’t wait to show off his new automated chicken production facility it’s his pride and joy.

“Well, well, well ain’t you pretty! If I had a teacher like you I would not be able get any studying done!” He said with an exaggerated wink. Ms. Lander just stood there feigning to be humiliated by his compliments.

The four mom chaperones just stood there rolling their eyes while mocking what Cletus said to Ms. Lander under their breath in a nasally tone.

All the male students were agreeing with Cletus shaking their heads while watching her big old titties jiggle with the shaking of her hand. One student yelled out “Hey man, hands off! She’s our hottie! Are you trying to muscle in on what we all got cooking?” All the freshmen cracked up at that one. The four moms just looked at each other shaking their heads in disgust.

Cletus runs up to the large metal doors opening them in a corny overly dramatic manner complete with a welcoming sweeping arm movement then a bow. It was like something Charlie and the Chocolate factory with the smell of chicken shit instead of delicious chocolate. The room the students entered was well lit and sterile looking. Chickens could be seen pecking around in glass holding pens while cute little chicks bounced around on very clean looking warming table. They all seemed happy plump and active.

“I was expecting a hardly lit dirty barn but this is very futuristic looking Mr. Lang.” Ms. Lang said in amazement.

“That’s why I bought it! It’s like a movie set straight out of Star Wars. By the way Ms. Lander you can call me Cletus.” He said with a big smile and an awkward wink.

Most of the students made a beeline towards the baby chick warming beds. Everyone was cuddling with a little peeping chick. Ms. Lander had one rubbing it against her cheek. See this her students began pulling out their cell phones to capture a picture or a video of Ms. Lander with a chick. Seeing them taking pictures she began posing with the chick like a pouting spokes model doing little sexy poses for the cameras.

“Does she have no shame?” Mrs. Clark whispers to Mrs. Kowalski. Mrs. Kwan just covered her mouth as she giggles at what Mrs. Clark just said.

“Lets see if we could trip her into some chicken shit or something. That would show her.” Mrs. Schultz said in a hushed tone to the three other giggling women.

“Now I assure you kids nothing bad happens to the baby chicks. But the big’uns well that’s whole different story. As we step in the next room I will demonstrate how the automated system works.” Cletus said as he starts moving the class to the next room.

The next room was a large glass box with a metal catwalk running along it. Connected in the center of the catwalk was a control station that handled the automated chicken slaughter, plucking, gutting, and cleaning process. Just to the left of the control center is a self-sealing door that stays locked until the process is over.

“Before we enter this room I have to hand out these skull caps. These ain’t to keep you from getting hair on the chicken it is to help identify you as a human. Otherwise the system might cut your head off thinking you were a chicken.” Said Cletus as he handed out the caps to all the people entering the room. Once the teens heard that they all quickly secured the caps to their heads with little complaint.

“Are you sure it’s safe Cletus?” Ms. Lander asked before entering the room.

“It’s damned near foolproof Ms. Lander!” Replied Cletus. “Now watch as I run the first chicken through the machine.”

The first chicken in guided through the chute with blasts of air that gets it moving into the room. The chicken calmly pecks its way into the killing room unknowing what is about to happen to it. A red light from a sensor on the wall paints the chicken with a light for a split second. Once it determines it is a chicken a pair of shears attached to a robotic arm drops down in a split second then chops off its head. The headless chicken then begins to run in a circle much to the delight of the students as they all yelled, “Run chicken, run!” all of a sudden almost a split second two arms hold the chicken in place. A hose begins to spray a chemical used to help facilitate the removal of the feathers. Several little robotic arms drop down from the ceiling to pluck the feathers off the chicken’s carcass. The little arms moved quicker than any human chicken plucker could ever do no matter how experienced or jacked up on speed.

Once the chicken was finished being plucked another arm with a sharp cutting tool attached to it slices the chicken open then a small opening sucked the guts out of the chicken in just a few seconds. Once the chicken has been beheaded, plucked, and gutted it now is ready to be washed of all impurities it might have picked up during the process. A liquid squirts out in a high-pressure stream effectively cleaning it a few seconds. The robotic arms move it to a hole in the wall about the size of a basketball. As the arms hold the chicken in front of the hole a stainless steel paddle smacks the chicken on the ass knocking it through the whole with a resounding smack.

“Well, that’s that! That was all was done in half the time a human worker could. We also haven’t had any work related accidents or any issues with animal cruelty. It’s a god damned miracle of science.” Cletus said proudly to the students.

“No accidents, I bet that machine would mutilate any person who was stupid enough to set foot in the box.” Ms. Lander said to Cletus.

“The scanners can tell the difference between a human and a chicken. It can tell by body temperature, texture, and by movement. The blades will not cut into a living being to prevent animal cruelty. Your safer in that box then in your car Ms. Lander!” Replied Cletus.
“So if I walked in there it would know enough to leave me alone?” Asked Ms. Lander.

“Sho’nuff! As long as you don’t act or look like a chicken it will not even look at you. Just make sure to keep that head cover on it has embedded sensors that will prevent decapitation. It won’t cut your head off but it is only a failsafe device just to make sure.” Said Cletus.

‘We dare you to go in Ms. Lander!” Shouted her students all excited to see if the machine would do anything to their beloved teacher.

“I’ll do it! But you all better let me out if it starts to get scary!” Ms. Lander yelling over her shoulder to her students as she struts into the glass room.

“You can’t let her just walk in like that! She’ll get gutted or beheaded by those robots!” Mrs. Kowalski yelled as she grabbed Cletus by the arm.

Jerking his arm out of her clutches Cletus turns to Mrs. Kowalski and says, “Hell we had a Mexican worker get caught in there and all that happened to her was the machine stripped her naked and plucked all her pubic hair off. She was so freaked out she ran back to Mexico. It did not hurt her in anyway” Chuckled Cletus.

The four women all looked at each other and started giggling evilly.

‘This is better than pushing her in shit lets strip her and prune that bitch’s bush in front of all her students! Whispered Mrs. Kowalski at the snickering mothers.

“But you said it can tell the difference between people and chickens? Asked Mrs. Clark.

“Well the stupid bitch did the chicken dance while making clucking sounds so the machine mistook her for a chicken. To make matters worse she began running in a circle trying to avoid the robot arms imitating how the headless chickens movement. All that was hurt was her pride.” Cletus replied.

“Sue! Do you think you could take Cletus in a fight? Lisa, can you operate that work station?” Asked Mrs. Kowalski.

Both women said, “Yes!” in unison. “What do you want me to do Kim?” Asked Mrs. Schultz. “All you have to do is make sure her students are able to get a good eye full of their precious teacher. Don’t forget to get them to get their video cameras and cell phones ready to get the whole thing recorded.” She tells the very eager Mrs. Schultz.

Once the students were in position surrounding the glass box each one of them had a cell phone or video camera in their hands. Right now they were recording Ms. Lander posing with the robotic arms while making cute pouty faces at her student’s cameras.

Ms. Lander just happens to see over the head of her students Mrs. Clark to appearing to be dancing with Cletus. “Silly bitch!” she says to herself. But what she did not know was the Mrs. Clark had him in a full nelson headlock pinning him against the wall. The farmer put up a good fight but the tubby bitch was too much for him.

“What cha’ up to you devil woman!” Screamed Cletus at the top of his lungs while trying to escape her clutches.

“Calm down we is just going to strip Ms. Lander in front of her students.” Mrs. Clark said into his ear.

“Oh, why didn’t you say that first thing before getting all up in my shit! I was planning on doing that myself. I thought you four bitches figured out I was going to do it, that’s why you grabbed me!” Cletus said while laughing his ass off. Mrs. Clark let him go so he could take over the controls.

The four women stepped away from the control panel to let Cletus work his magic to get the robotic arms to do their bidding.

“Now ladies fun is fun but if things get full on fucked up press the big red button to make it stop and the door to open. If the machine is running it will seal the door shut locking it until comes to a full stop.” He said to the four smirking women. If she keeps her head cover on there will be no chance of accidental decapitation.

“So she is trapped in there when the machine is running?” Asked Mrs. Kowalski.


“Will it strip her completely naked and pluck out her pubic hair?” Asked Mrs. Clark

“Yup! In record time no less! That Mexican girl was swung all around in the air while the robotic arms cut away her clothes then plucked out her pubes. Man we all got a lesson in how to curse in Spanish not to mention a course in female anatomy that day.” He replied to Mrs. Clark.

“All we got to do now is to get that bitch to act like a chicken” Mrs. Kowalski said while laughing evilly.

Mrs. Shultz started waving franticly at Ms. Lander trying to get her to look at her. “Come on guys! Lets see if we can get Ms. Lander to do the chicken dance!” She said in an excited tone trying to get the students to do the chicken dance. The students all started folding up their arms to imitate chicken wings while rocking their heads in a pecking motion. Some even squatted down doing a modified duck walk.

“Great the kids are doing it. Cletus start the machine up!” Mrs. Kowalski said pointing at Cletus.

Cletus starts up the machine causing the sensor to scan Ms. Lander bathing her in red light. After a second an electric voice calls out from a speaker in the ceiling. “Please leave the production area.”

Just as all the robotic arms began retracting back into the ceiling Ms. Lander gives them a reason to return.

Ms. Lander could not help herself she started showing off in front of her students.

“Awww come on! You robots scared of little old me?” She said in a mocking manner.

With that Ms. Lander begins to bring her arms up into mock chicken wings while moving her head back and forth in a pecking manner making clucking sounds. When she starts to do this the scanner paints her with light a second time. This scans does not read chicken or human so it begins to move in cautiously.

Air nozzles began protruding through the walls and floor to try to use air to lead the “chicken” into position like it did to the first chicken they saw during the demonstration. Each blast of air caused her long dress to blow up into the air exposing her panties to the delight of her cheering students who were getting it all on video tape. The air from the wall nozzles blew open her blouse sending buttons clicking off the glass walls as the high school students cheered on when they saw her lacey push up bra. As the compressed air got stronger with each blast Ms. Lander used one arm to keep her dress down and the other to keep her blouse closed. She could feel the redness spread across her face, neck, and chest as her humiliation grows.

When Cletus saw this he looked at her and screamed into the microphone. “For god sakes woman don’t let them air nozzles blow off that head cover. That’s all you got to keep your head on your shoulders! Keep both hands on your head or you’ll loose it!”

Ms. Land stood there screaming every time a blast air hit her between her legs, tits, or ass. Her dress was blasted so many times it tore up the front all the way to the belt line. With her panties now exposed the compressed air blasted the right side of her panties causing them to blow to the left exposing her sandy brown pubic hair to everyone standing around the glass box. Ms. Lander let out the most god-awful scream every time she felt the air go through her pubic hair. She tried to move all she did was to turn the other cheek allowing the compressed air to blast the left side allowing the other side to be exposed to her students cameras. One blast separated her pussy lips far enough to possibly give her an exam from across the room. All she could see was the excitement in the students’ faces as they watch their hot teacher exposed by a machine. She tried to bend over to hide her shame but another compressed air blast hit her dead center as she was bent over. The blast was so fierce it blew a large hole in the front of her panties exposing her pubic hair and the top of her clit when she stands up. Ms. Lander was so embarrassed and flustered her legs began to feel weak giving them a noticeable tremble.

“What the hell! All that did was blast open her blouse and gave her students a peek at her fur! How do you get those clothes completely ripped off?” Mrs. Kowalski yells to Cletus.

Cletus grabs onto the microphone and yells “Stand on the red X there are no air nozzles there! Keep those hands on that head cover and stand up straight so the machine doesn’t think you are a chicken!”

As she stands up with her hands holding down the cover on top of her pretty little head every student there got a good look at her sandy brown bush. With it peeking out of her white panties it gave the look of being a fur-covered codpiece.

The two robotic arms that held the chicken in place was activated they each grabbed a piece of her blouse but not a hold of any part of her body. As soon as the machine sensed she was secured it sent down the shears to cut the chicken’s head off. The shears drop down but they detect the sensors located in her head cover so it started looking for a chicken neck to cut in half all it could find it’s way into her shirt causing it to cut her blouses right shoulder, sleeve, and bra strap. This scared her so much she tore right through her blouse as if it was made of tissue paper causing her right boob to flop right out of her bra cup. As the shears went back into the ceiling Ms. Lander takes off running taking the same path as the headless chicken took running in a small circle hoping to avoid the robotic arms.

“Run Chicken, run!” Yelled her students who all were sore from laughing so much at their teacher’s situation. The four chaperones and Cletus are also howling with laughter. As she finished her second lap the two robotic arms snapped her up sending her aloft flipping her around sending her head pointing towards the floor then to the ceiling again causing her bra flying off onto the floor. The vacuum system designed to suck up feathers sucked up her shirt and bra with a loud metallic schlump sound that caused her students to go all slack jawed then break out into hysterics again as they all pointed at her. Everything was getting recorded by her students’ cameras and phones.

A nozzle protruded out of the floor and began spraying her with the chemicals that are used to help remove the chickens’ feathers. The stuff stung a bit she noticed it was causing what was left of her dress fall apart as the arms were flipping her back and forth. Her flailing legs and bouncing breasts didn’t help that much either with the dress’ condition either. As her dress finally fell to the floor they once again heard the metallic schlump sound again as what was left of her dress disappeared into the floor.

To Ms. Lander’s horror she sees the robotic plucking arms come down from the ceiling they were scanning for feathers but only detected what was left of her tattered panties. The computer calculated for a minute or two as the students were chanting “Panties, panties!” as the machine tried to figure what to do. Then in a blink of an eye the arms began tearing panties apart as Ms. Lander screamed and kicked trying to break free from the clutches of the machine. Once her panties were gone the arms began scanning her pubic hair. Then it just began picking and plucking out her pubic hair one strand at time. With each pluck her head would pop up as she was making “Ow! Eeek! Nyhaaa!” sounds. Her students were all wincing with each plucked hair they saw but it did not keep them from pooping their pants with laughter. The robotic plucking arms could pluck ten hairs a second until she was as bald as a baby down there. Once she was fully plucked another nozzle came out of the floor to spray her in the crotch and boobs with high-pressure blasts of freezing water causing her to scream at the pain the pressure is causing.

After she was fully clean the arms started moving her towards the basketball size hole they saw the first chick disappear into when the machine was finished with it. All the arms could do was stick Ms. Lang’s head into the hole but she her shoulders could not pass through. As she was stuck with her head in the whole the stainless steel paddle tried to knock her through the hole. The paddle went whooshing through the air smacking her square on the ass giving off a loud smack that the teens could hear outside of the glass. Her students were all grabbing their butts and yelling “Owwww!” mocking her pain and humiliation. The paddle cracked her into the ass twelve more times leaving her ass a deep crimson color. With each crack of the metal paddle she would let out a howl that sounded like a cross between an injured dog and cat in heat. With each hit her legs and arms began flailing around more and more wildly.

After the paddle gave up trying to force her through the hole a larger device came out of the floor. This device only has one purpose and that is to keep the hole clear. As it moved into position and began sending a one-inch diameter greasy plastic rod that began sliding in and out of her wet pussy causing her to go from pain to pleasure bringing to a hard orgasm. Her asshole was it’s next target causing her to writhe in pain as it was trying to clear the hole but was really just stuffing her asshole. Ms. Lander could only kick her legs and scream at the machine proceed to bruise her asshole. She thought she would never be able to look her students in the eye ever again let alone be able to sit comfortably.

The robotic arms let her go admitting defeat. Ms. Lander just stood there shaking and crying while one arm covered her breasts and the other over her plucked pussy. Everywhere she looked she saw students holding out cameras and cell phones recording her every move. She just hung her head down then continued to cry her eyes out.

“Quickly Ms. Lander! Turn to your left there is a trap door open that up and slide down that on your belly before the machine starts back up!” Cletus screamed into the microphone.

When Ms. Lander heard that she took off as fast as she could towards the trap door. Once she got it open she held her arms out in front of her then slid down the shoot. As she went sliding down she could see the light at the end getting closer and closer. As she passed the exit port she saw she was about eight feet in the air and heading towards a huge pile of plucked feathers and her plucked pubes, which she landed in face first as she stood up she looked like a feather covered Grizzly Adams. Just as she looks up she could see the first of her students coming into the room with their recording devices at the ready.

“Holy shit! What’s that on her face?” Mrs. Clark asked the crowd of students.

“Hey I think we found were her bush went to!” Laughed Mrs. Kowalski.

“We better scoop her up before she finds what’s left of her clothes and makes a break for the bus.” Said Mrs. Schultz.

“I want copies of all those videos! I want to edit them from every angle to make a cinematic master piece to put on the Internet for everyone free of charge!” Yelled a very excited Mrs. Kwon.

When Ms. Lander’s students heard that they all began recording as they walked towards a very stunned Ms. Lander who sat there covered in feathers and her own plucked out pubic hair.

The students started asking questions like, “Are you ok? Can you still walk? Will we have class tomorrow? The kids all stared at her waiting for her to answer them. Ms. Lander just looked up at her students. She placed her hands on the floor to push herself up and started walking towards the door with her head held high pretending like nothing happened. Right when she covered her breasts and pussy Mrs. Clark and Mrs. Kowalski each grabbed her by an arm making it look like they were helping her towards the stairs but they really were preventing from hiding her shame.

As they were heading towards the bus Cletus runs up to Ms. Lander with his hat in hand looking very sorry for what happened and says, “Ms. Lander, I am so sorry for what happened but I did tell you not to act like a chicken. Your chaperones and I did our best to get the machine to stop but the red button failed to fully stop the machine!” Cletus looks down then back up really quick with a big old smile plastered across his ugly face and says, “Well at least you did not get killed proving just how efficient my machine is!” Cletus waves at them as they made their way towards the buss just as Randy the buss driver comes spilling out of the with his arm extended and palm facing out.

“I can’t let Ms. Lander on the bus covered in feathers and hair it’s unhygienic. I’ll loose my job if word got out we got to find a hose to wash it off her.” Rusty said.

Hearing this Mrs. Kowalski and Mrs. Clark turned Ms. Lander around to start to walk her back to the chicken building. Both chaperones had evil smirks on their faces once they relished the idea that they found a way to prolong her nakedness and suffering.

“Rusty you got to work the hose for us. Make sure to get between her legs rally good so she doesn’t get some kind of horrible disease from those feathers.” Said Mrs. Kowalski.

“Don’t forget to get her anus give it a good going over too! No telling what type of vermin you find living in chicken feathers!” Yelled Mrs. Kwon.

As Rusty got the hose ready the students formed a circle around Ms. Lander so they could get every angle of what was about to happen when that freezing cold hose water hits her flesh.

Rusty proceeded to spray every nook and cranny of Ms. Lander’s body concentrating on her boobs and her vagina. Mrs. Kwon between hosings would spin Ms. Lander around to spread her ass cheeks so she could get cleaned up back there too. The whole time Mrs. Kwon never let her big toothy smile leave her pretty face as Ms. Lander screamed, jerked, flopped around, and shook. She took the hose from Rusty so she could give Ms. Lander a quick squirt up her ass to help clean her out completely. When she pulled the hose out her ass Ms. Lander fell directly on her ass.

Ms. Lander could not hold the building pressure building in her belly no matter how much she tried. She shoved her ass so high into the air it caused her to go face first into the mud. A steady stream of water and shit shot forth from her ass in a nasty arc as her students got the whole thing on the video while laughing their asses off. No one could believe Mrs. Kwon could do something like that to their teacher in front of everyone no less. As soon as Rusty was handed the hose back he began to spray the stray shit stains left on her asshole and the mud from her face.

“Ok! Fresh as a daisy Ms. Lander! You can thank my years of experience from hosing down kids who puked on themselves on my bus. Lets get you back on the bus shall we?”

Mrs. Kowalski and Mrs. Clark once again grabbed Ms. Lander’s arms to keep her from covering up again. They wanted her to be exposed until she made it back home. As she sat on her bruised sore asshole and privates she did not even care when people would sit in the seat with her to grope her breasts and pussy. But neither did the chaperones for that matter.

“Oh what a slut! She does not even slap their hands away!” Laughed Mrs. Kwon while flashing her big smile.

As they pulled back into the school parking lot the students became excited to see three news vans in the parking lot waiting to ask the students about the new automated chicken plant. The four chaperones were so ecstatic to see the news crews they all began jumping up and down like little kids on Christmas morning.

“Oh wow Barbara, your going to be on T.V.!” Screamed a laughing Mrs. Kowalski.

By Mr. Mongo.
More Ms. Lander stories to come!