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 students are doing it. Cletus start the machine up!” Mrs. Kowalski said to Cletus. Just the thought of seeing Ms. Lander humiliated was getting Mrs. Kowalski wet as hell.
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 getting her wetter with each exposure. Her dress was blast 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. The thought of her students seeing her pussy made her hot in a way she never felt before. 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. 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 when she stands up. Ms. Lander was so embarrassed and flustered her legs feel weak giving them a noticeable tremble. She felt like she was going to have an explosive orgasm right there right in front of the whole class.
“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. Mrs. Kowalski loved how the anticipation of seeing Ms. Lander fully humiliated made pussy tingle.
Cletus grabs onto the microphone and yells “Stand on the red X there are no air nozzles there! Keep those hands on that 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. You could also feel their excitement when you could see their breath fogging up the glass that was in front of them.
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 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.
“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 and sexual excitement. 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 the thought of this made her quiver. She could not believe how this utter humiliation was making feel.
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 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 water causing her to scream at the pain the pressure is causing and because of how freezing cold it is. At least her students would not be able to see her sexual wetness thanks to the freezing water.
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 in the ass twelve more times leaving her ass 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. Every smack would stir her loins getting her more and more wet. Between ow’s and screams she would make eye contact with different students to give them a dirty little smirk.
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 plastic rod that began pushing into her ass and freshly plucked pussy trying one last time to clear the hole. Ms. Lander could only kick her legs and scream at the machine that proceed to only massage her nether regions. The rod at one point penetrated her vagina. It started moving back in forth rapidly causing Mr. Lander to whip her hair back in forth as she tried to contain her orgasm. As the rod withdrew from her vagina it caused her produce an ejaculant that gushed out in a high arc. She thought she would never be able to look at her students in the eye ever again let alone be able to sit comfortably next to them on the ride home.
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 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. She felt she was about to lose control of her body as her muscles in her abdomen and between her legs began to twitch.
“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 pubes, which she landed into 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. Despite her noticeably wobbly condition 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 sloppy wet 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 pubic 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. Both women were starting to get sexually excited at the thought of further humiliations they were about to inflict on Ms. Lander.
“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. Tanner’s body concentrating on her boobs and her vagina. Mrs. Kwon between hosings would spin Ms. Tanner 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, and shook.
“Ok! Fresh as a daisy Ms. Tanner! 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 but and privates she did not even care when people would sit in the seat with her to grope her breasts and pussy. Each grope or stolen caress got her hotter by the minute she was worried she would have another explosive orgasm while on the bus.
“Oh what a sl*t! She does not even slap their hands away!” Laughed Mrs. Kwon while flashing her big smile as she watched the students molest their teacher making her sexual excitement heighten.
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.
By Mr. Mongo.
More Ms. Lander stories to come!
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