The Nanny2
(F+/F, reluc) by lcdrjmc@aol.com
This is another installment in the continuing
adventures of Miss Athena Valentine, intrepid girl
reporter, as first revealed in The Nanny.
Our story thus far: Tasked by her deranged editor
to conduct an undercover investigation into the life
of a nanny, she in unknowingly included in a special
group of perspective nannies specifically chosen for
(wait for it) Hanky Panky! Sent to the home of rich
industrialist J. Devereux, Miss Valentine finds the
life of a nanny to be not quite what she expected.
Standard Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction.
It is intended for Adults Only, so if you're not--then go
away. It is not intended for sale, but if you'd like to
pass it around, feel free. Just keep the header and text
as is and all will be well. Enjoy the story.
Lcdrjmc
The Nanny2: Day Two
*****
It was well into the afternoon when Athena Valentine
finally awoke from a very troubled sleep. Her eyes
snapped open and she quickly checked the darkened room as
much as she could without moving her aching head. With a
sigh of relief, she saw that she was alone.
"Hell with it. A few more minutes can't hurt," she
muttered, and her eyes fluttered shut as she snuggled
under the silk sheets. But it just wasn't the same now.
She was awake and just might as well realize it.
Athena had no idea what time it was. The light peaking
from the sides of her covered windows seemed a bit bright
for morning, but then it was only her first at the
Devereux estate. No-one had said when she was required
to be on-duty today, at least as far as she could
remember.
Yesterday had only been her first day on the job, and
what a first day it had been! Athena shivered as she
thought of all the unbelievable things that had happened
to her in just one day. The horrible old woman on the
plane, her first meeting with the strangely sinister Mrs.
Devereux and her tall daughter Danielle, her first
disastrous encounter with the Devereux family's children,
and her final humiliation at the hands of Danielle late
last night.
"My God!" she whispered. How was she supposed to
function as an investigative reported for The Free Press
back home, let alone act the role as a fresh 18 year-
old nanny, when she was having such a hard time just
keeping her clothes on? It was unbelievable!
She slowly sat up and, being careful to keep herself
covered, slid her nude body back until she was resting
against the headboard. In trying to take stock of the
bizarre events of yesterday, she failed miserably to make
any sense of it at all. All Athena was really certain of
at the moment was that she had never felt so used before
in her entire life.
Her head pounded as from some monumental Ouzo hangover,
yet she remembered drinking very little yesterday. Her
disciplined body twinged in places she never knew she
had, yet she had engaged in no strenuous physical
activity. It was a puzzlement.
"Aspirin!" she croaked, and staggered from the bed. She
went over to one of the tall windows and threw back the
heavy blind.
The windows of the Nanny Suite all faced west, and Athena
staggered from the unexpected blow of the sudden bright
afternoon sun. She shielded her eyes with her arms as
she blindly walked into the leaded glass window.
"Oh! Hey, that feels good!" Athena moaned, enjoying the
cool feel of the glass on her sore flesh. She knew she
desperately needed a shower, but didn't want to move for
a moment.
Gradually she felt more comfortable in the light, and
realized that her head wouldn't really come off if she
lowered her arms. Pressing her forehead against the
comforting glass, her eyes gradually became accustomed to
the bright light.
Four floors below her, out on the vast West Lawn of the
Devereux estate, a noisy volley ball game was evidently
in progress and, judging from the size of the crowd, it
looked as though the Devereux clan was out there in
force.
Oddly enough, the game stopped just as Athena had figured
out what was happening down there. More and more people
began looking up towards the upper floors of the house.
They seemed very excited about whatever it was that they
were looking at, and she wondered what it could be.
Pressing her body as close to the glass as she could for
a better angle of vision, Athena looked to her right and
left, then tried up and down but, disappointed, she
couldn't see a thing.
"Shit," she murmered. "So what's the big attraction?"
After a final try, she wearily made her way to the
bathroom.
Feeling refreshed and surprisingly hungry after her
morning routine, Athena came into the bedroom modestly
wearing a towel and was shocked to find a very angry-
looking Jacquelyn Devereux standing in the center of her
bedroom.
"Why, Mrs. Devereux, what a pleasant, er, surprise to see
you here this early!"
"Are you aware of the time, Miss Valentine?" Devereux
began, grimly.
"Uh, no. But I'm sure it can't be that late."
"Come to me."
"What?"
"Come to me."
"Oh."
Very aware that she was just wearing a short bath
towel, Athena slowly approached her angry employer. She
hoped that she wouldn't have to come too close to her,
but Devereux maintained her silence and Athena
reluctantly found herself standing directly in front of
her employer.
Athena looked down at the diminutive woman, and waited
for some sign of what she was expected to do. When
nothing happened to break the awful silence, she finally
said, "Yes, ma'am?"
"It is now 2:30 in the afternoon."
"Oh, my! I hadn't realized it was so late..."
"Quite," Devereux injected firmly, cutting off the
protesting Athena. "That is obvious. For such an
infraction, the normal penalty here is an immediate
firing."
Athena instantly saw all her hopes for being an
investigative reporter going down the drain, simply
because she was stupid enough to sleep in one morning,
and on her first morning at that. She could never go
back home after such a disasterous failure on her part.
It would be far too humiliating to ever show her face
back there again.
"Please, please. I'll do anything, anything, but please...
don't fire me!" Athena cried, desperate to save her
career after a moment of foolishness, yet instantly
regretting having sounded so needy to this proud woman.
"Damn!" Athena thought. She had to get a grip on
herself. She wasn't a young girl afraid someone will
tell her parents about some silly, childish indiscretion.
"For God's sake!" she told herself. "You're a mature
adult, after all, and it's about time you started acting
like one!"
Devereux looked up at the pleading girl and was pleased
with the way the interview was going. She knew that,
despite all that they had done to her so far, the last
thing this policewoman, this spy, would want is to be
removed from the Devereux household. She wondered again
which of her illegal operations the lovely Athena was
here to investigate. Actually, for now anyway, it didn't
really matter. She would find out later, yes she would!
For the moment, everything was on hold, at least until
the delectable Miss Valentine could be safely
neutralized. Her dear nieces and darling daughter were
in fact already seeing to that. This young woman, who
had so secretly wormed her way into the Devereux home,
would be learning much more that she ever bargained for.
"Did you know that the children really liked you
yesterday?" Devereux said as she placed her hands on
Athena's towel-covered waist.
"Th-the ch-children?" stuttered a suddenly very nervous
Athena. She was not sure which bothered her more,
talking about the beautiful, precocious Devereux children
or having this woman's hands on her.
"Yes. They were quite taken with you. It seems you made
a very good first impression with them."
"I was very taken with them," Athena lied, as she tried
not to think of their countless small hands moving freely
over her body. "They are very well behaved group,
especially when you consider their ages. Smart, too."
"I'm so glad," Devereux purred, her hands gently tugging
on the towel. "Their affection for you is the only
reason you will be allowed to remain here."
"I can stay? Gosh! Thank you, Mrs. Devereux, thank you
very much!!" cried the ecstatic Athena. Overcome by
relief, she put her arms around her employer and hugged
her tightly. "I promise you will not regret this!"
"I know."
"Oh!" gasped Athena. In the middle of her happiness,
Athena was startled to suddenly feel Mrs. Devereux's
hands on her bare buttocks under her towel. She quickly
realized that both her towel and her employer were far
too short for this sort of thing. She released the woman
and tried to back away.
But Devereux wouldn't let her go!
"Mrs. Devereux, please!" Athena pleaded as she tried to
get away from the woman's firm grip.
"There are some things we need to clarify before we
continue any further," said Devereux, her voice slightly
muffled by the towel. She began to knead the nanny's
delightful ass.
"Clarify?" an increasingly confused Athena responded.
How was she supposed to hold a conversation with her
employer's hands actually touching her, holding her by
her behind!
"Yes, clarify. I understand that you objected yesterday
to wearing your nanny-suit, is that correct?"
How the hell did she know about that, Athena wondered.
"Well, yes, but..."
"No buts!" exclaimed Devereux, squeezing Athena's firm
half-moons in emphasis. "It is the uniform of the house,
and you shall wear it at all times, understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," said a befuddled Athena, not sure at all
what Mrs. Devereux was doing to her buttocks. She
absolutely hated the pink nanny-suit! It was so
humiliating!
"Wear it at all times," Athena repeated dully.
"Yes, that's correct. Of course, I do understand that a
pretty teenage girl like yourself might need to wear
something else when it's appropriate to do so," Devereux
said in a most understanding manner, while continuing to
work the now trembling buttocks. "That is perfectly
acceptable."
"Thank you," gasped an increasing breathless Athena. "I
was getting a little worried about that."
"In this house you need never worry about how you dress.
We'll attend to everything concerning your wardrobe. So,
you see, you are in safe hands," cooed the sinister
Devereux, as her left hand continued its manipulations of
Athena's buttocks while her right was dipping ever so
lightly between the unsuspecting woman's upper thighs.
"You just need to ask Danielle or myself when you want to
wear something other than your nanny-suit, that's all."
"All...I...have...to do...is...ask?" Athena panted.
"Certainly. You are not a slave here, just an employee.
Really a member of the family," Devereux said, pushing
her face deeper into the softness of Athena's towel-
covered stomach. "My family," she whispered again and a
quick flash of rage poured through her at the thought of
this beautiful young spy in their midst.
Jacquelyn Devereux gently pulled Athena's towel from her
nude body as she insterted her right forefinger into the
blonde's vulnerable and already sopping cunt.
"OH!" the young woman gasped as her towel suddenly was on
the floor. She covered her breasts with her right arm
and tried reaching for the fallen towel with her left,
but Mrs. Devereux was holding her tightly around the
waist and she couldn't move. Then her mind had a veil
drawn over it and she couldn't think clearly any more.
Two more fingers were inserted into the tight cuntal
passage as Devereux started guiding the dazed,
unresisting young woman through the various rooms of the
suite. The fingers worked easily in and out of the
dripping hot passage as Athena's bewildered mind wondered
what was happening to her.
Something was certainly happening between her moving legs
that was causing this weird feeling, but she just
couldn't understand what it could be. It was all she
could do to keep walking, her hands on Devereux's
shoulders for support, as the terrible, wonderful
pressure began to quickly build within her.
Finally, in the middle of the small living room, they
stopped. Jacquelyn Devereux's right hand became a blur as
the educated fingers moved back and forth in Athena's
tight vagina. "Cum for me, my little spy. Cum for me,"
whispered the tiny woman.
The distraught Athena fought it as long as she could, but
the pressure within her proved to be too much for her
shattered senses to endure any longer. Standing naked in
the middle of the brightly lit room, with her employer
right beside her, Athena Valentine finally climaxed.
"AAAHHH!" Athena screamed and arched her back as her body
spasmed again and again.
Devereux maneuvered the weakened nanny to the small couch
and pushed her onto the seat.
Athena gratefully sat and tried to recover her shattered
senses. It didn't even occur to her to cover herself, so
stunned was she by what had just happened to her. Her
befuddled mind couldn't understand what in hell just took
place. One moment she was talking with her employer, and
in the next...absolute disaster!
"What...what happened?" the panting Athena was at last able
to ask.
"Why, honey. Don't you know? You had an orgasm, and
judging from the effects a pretty good one too."
"Oh my God!" wailed Athena. Crying, she covered her face
with her hands and waited hopefully for lightning to
strike her dead on the spot so she wouldn't have to live
with such shame and humiliation.
Devereux sat down beside the sobbing young woman and
placed a comforting arm around her shoulders. "There,
there. It's all right, honey. I think you just have
'S.O.', that's all."
"What...what's that?"
"Spontaneous Orgasm. It's a fairly rare condition which
can happen to young women in times of stress. When you
felt it happening, did you try and prevent it?"
"Yes, of course! I...I tried to stop it! Really I did."
"And has this happened to you before?"
"Well..."
"Be honest! It's important!"
"Yes, a few time, but only in the last two days. It
happened at least once on the plane coming here, and at
least twice.... Oh my God!"
"Yes, go on!"
"At least twice with...with the children!! Please forgive
me! I feel so ashamed!"
"There, there, child. Yes, you certainly have S.O. all
right. You must be very worried about something. Have
you told me everything about your employment here? There
wouldn't be anything you are keeping secret from me, is
there?"
Athena suddenly stopped crying. "She can't possibly know
that I'm a reporter," she thought. "I've been too
careful for that to happen. My God! Maybe I do have
S.O.!"
"No, of course not! lied Athena. "No secrets at all.
I'm just a little nervous about the new job and all.
Except for nanny school, this is my first time away from
home, you know."
"Perfectly understandable."
"What can I do about...about S.O.?
"There is not much that you can do, I'm afraid. I'll fix
you up with a visit to my doctor next week for a check-
up. She's very good, and perhaps she can prescribe some
medication."
"Oh, thank you. I'd be very grateful."
"No problem. However, until then, you'll just have to
get by. Now, do not worry if this should happen to you
again. One of the characteristics of S.O. is it's
unpredictable timing. It will usually happen under the
most embarrassing of circumstances."
"Oh, my! Maybe I should just stay in my room until I can
see the doctor?"
"That is the worst thing you could do. Do that and you
will never be ride of it, ever! Also, there is the minor
problem of your duties as house nanny. You play an
important role here, a role which doesn't go away just
because we are feeling a little poorly at the moment. Do
you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Besides, you certainly don't look sick."
"What...?" the dazed Athena muttered. She looked down and
was shocked to realize that not only had her towel
disappeared, but her vaginal fluids were now leaking all
over the seat cushion! Right in front of Mrs. Devereux!
"EEEEEEEEeeekkk!!!" Athena leaped up from the couch and
ran screaming into the bedroom.
Devereux followed with keen interest the strip of white
flesh marking the shapely Miss Valentine's buttocks on
her otherwise tanned skin, until the view was abruptly
cut off by the slamming bedroom door.
She sat thinking for a moment, then shook her head in a
silent admission of having made an uncharacteristic
mistake about someone.
When she heard the bathroom door slam shut as well, she
went to the entrance of the suite and opened the door.
"Now, quickly!" she whispered to the waiting group of
four maids, then returned to her seat on the small couch.
The smiling maids swarmed silently into the suite and
went directly into the bedroom. In a moment they
returned carrying large bundles of clothes, and left as
they had come.
Satisfied that all was well, Jacquelyn Devereux returned
to the problem of her mistake. She was suddenly very
sure that this terribly naive young woman was certainly
no representative of one of the Western law-enforcement
agencies which might possibly be out to get her. Her
reliable contacts had in fact informed her this morning
that, in response to her heated inquiries of yesterday,
there was no interest at present in either Jacquelyn
Devereux or Devereux Communications on either the state,
federal, or even international levels. She hadn't
believed them until now.
"So, who are you?" she asked quietly, but she already
knew the answer to that. Devereux had in fact read it
yesterday in the woman's private journal, but hadn't
believed that either. However, she believed it now.
Miss Athena Valentine is a reporter truly investigating
the supposed secret world of the nanny.
Well, now. This simplifies everything, she realized.
Her special operations could begin again immediately, and
this beautiful young woman would not be required to have
an untimely death in the near future, always a messy
business even at the best of times, especially when the
police are involved.
Still, she was going to give that old bitch Forthingill a
serious blast for being so careless in the first place.
It was not just her letting an undercover reporter into
her private school, but to include her in with the
'specials' who were being processed was absolute madness!
The specials were supposed to be a very carefully
screened and select group of beautiful young girls who
were sent to wealthy private residences for much more
delightful reasons than the more mundane purposes of
raising children. All done at terrific expense, of
course. When their usefulness was at an end, they were
frequently sold to certain wealthy interests in Asia or
the Middle East. Sometimes the girls took to their new
sexual environments so well they stayed on willingly as
part of the household. She had gained a few of her own
maids in just such a manner. All in all, it had been a
very satisfying arrangement for all concerned. Until
now, that is.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a slight opening of the
bedroom door.
"Everything's gone! It's all gone!" a very nervous-
looking Athena gasped. She was only revealing her wet
head around the wall and through the narrowly opened door
to her vastly amused employer.
"Miss Valentine, if you want my attention, then I would
appreciate your coming over here like a civilized person
and talk to me, rather than shouting at me from across
the room. Understand?"
"Yes, but...but..."
"Come here to me," commanded Devereux softly. "Now."
Very reluctantly, Athena opened the door and stepped away
from the protection of the wall. Unable in her
desperation to find even the towel she had been wearing
before, Athena frantically tried to cover her dripping
body as she slowly walked cringing towards her employer.
Her right hand covered her pubic vee and her left arm was
across her breasts.
"Stand up straight, will you? I hate poor posture."
"Yes, ma'am," choked out a humiliated Athena as she
quickly brought her naked wet body fully erect.
Now sure of where to go when dealing with her employer,
Athena stopped directly in front of the still seated Mrs.
Devereux. Athena stood anxiously, desperately aware that
her employer was now getting an eye-full of her barely
covered crotch. She waited while she watched her
employer's glittering eyes now carefully inspect her from
head to foot. It was a full minute before the woman
finally recognized Athena's trembling presence.
"Turn around."
"Whaaat?"
"I really hate repeating myself. If you want to continue
here you had better learn that right away. Now, turn
around."
Athena didn't know what to do. She was out of hands!
Realizing that the woman wouldn't talk to her unless she
first did as she was told, Athena closed her eyes and
turned around. Her bare back was now facing towards
Devereux. Athena's mouth suddenly went dry when she felt
a hand lightly trace the contours of her trembling wet
buttocks. "What does this woman want from me, anyway?"
she wondered, mystified.
"You were saying you had a problem?"
The woman was always touching her there! Athena couldn't
understand it. Why was that woman always doing this to
her, Athena wondered. Was it some weird French custom
she had never heard of before? Or could it be that Mrs.
Devereux was (unbelievable though it might be) herself a
little...strange?
She found it very difficult to concentrate with the small
hand moving so freely over her wet behind. Her heart was
racing and she was practically panting, she was breathing
so fast.
"Well? I don't have all day," quietly demanded Devereux.
"It's my...my clothes. They are all missing!"
"Missing? Are you sure?"
"Yes! Of course I'm sure," said the exasperated Athena.
"Everything! My suits, shoes, and even my...my underwear
are gone!"
"Let's see, what day is this?" mused Devereux.
"W-what?"
"What day of the week is this?"
Athena had to think for a moment, so distracted was she
with what was going on behind her. "It's, er, Tuesday."
"Ah, that explains it. It's laundry day."
"B-but all my things weren't d-dirty!" automatically
protested Athena as she wondered what her employer was up
to behind her. She wanted to use her hands to cover
herself, but there was a large mirror right on the wall
in front of her and then she would have really been
totally exposed.
Besides, she reasoned, if she put her hands back there
now it might indicate to the obviously sensitive Mrs.
Devereux that she didn't trust her or something. The
last thing Athena wanted right now was to offend her
demanding employer in any way. She was on thin ice as it
was.
"I beg to differ with you," purred Devereux sweetly. She
paused a moment to lovingly caress the wet, firm half-
moons that were trembling before her. "I was told by my
daughter that your things were in serious need of being
cleaned and pressed. You wouldn't be saying she made a
mistake now, would you?"
Athena was shocked and dismayed that she just might have
offended her proud employer yet again. "Oh, no!" she
quickly exclaimed, her voice unconsciously rising as
Devereux began teasing the edges of her ass crack. "Of
c-c-course n-not," Athena babbled, trying desperately not
to clench.
"Well, then. What's the problem?"
"I...I don't have anything to w-wear now! They even took
all of the t-towels!" Athena's rounded buttocks shook in
her indignation.
"Really? You have already worn all seven of the nanny-
suits we provided for your uniforms?"
"Well, no. But..."
"But, nothing! You do have suitable clothing then, don't
you? I suggest you stop wasting everyone's time and get
dressed. You are late enough as it is."
Athena's heart went into her throat at the terrible
thought of how her clumsy mishandling of her first full
day on the job might yet cost her this, her first
assignment. She couldn't be fired now, she just couldn't
be, especially for something as silly and unprofessional
as sleeping on the job.
She absolutely hated the pink nightmare that they had
given her soon after her arrival at the house yesterday
morning. It was far too revealing for a decent person
like herself. Plus, she felt so vulnerable, so
unprotected that she wanted to wear a heavy overcoat
whenever she had it on. Yet she knew that this would
certainly be the wrong time to bring up that particular
issue, especially when her own position here was still so
precarious.
"Damn, damn, damn!" she thought bitterly. "I guess I can
live with it, for a while anyway. It will not be that
bad. I'll just have to stay up here, that's all. They
wouldn't dream of having me go about the entire house or
even (shudder) the grounds like that. Later, when
everything settles and they find out how very effective
and dependable I am, then there will be some changes made
around here. Oh yes there will!"
Still determined, but much more contritely than before,
Athena said, "But when can I expect to get back my things
from the cleaners? I can't be expected to wear my...nanny-
suit...all the time, can I?"
Devereux watched with interest a single drop of vaginal
fluid run down the inside of Athena's left thigh. "Ah,
that's my girl," she thought fondly.
"You can leave that problem to me," Devereux said
reasonably. "Don't concern yourself about it. You will
be properly taken care of, my dear Athena. I'll have a
fresh supply of towels sent up. Also, I'll make sure
that in the future you will get what you need for clothes
from the laundry as you require them. As for the rest,
you will not be needing them for some time, so don't even
worry about it."
*****
The Nanny2: Day Three
*****
Athena woke alone to the soft sounds of an electronic
beep. She looked over at her night table and blearily
saw luminous numbers that read 6:30. Someone had come
into her room last night without her knowledge and left
her an alarm clock.
She shuddered at the thought of a stranger wandering
around her room in the middle of the night, and with her
not even in a T-shirt. It wasn't the first time, either.
The almost constant presence of Mrs. Devereux, Danielle
or one of the staff, and the strange disappearance of all
her clothes, were all indicators that she would have
little privacy here at the estate. Yet, what could she
say to anyone about it? It was not her home after all,
and, as Mrs. Forthingill always pointed out, people do
have different customs about such things. The sudden
presence of the clock was easy enough to explain. After
all, it was her own fault that she had overslept
yesterday. She just wished they would have at least
knocked or something before coming in here. Especially
being naked like this, it always made her feel so
vulnerable having people about!
When she fumbled for the alarm's OFF button, Athena found
a note taped to the top of the clock. She turned on the
light and sleepily tried to focus on the clear writing.
When she saw that it was a memo from her employer, Athena
sat up sharply and was instantly awake.
The note told her that she would be caring for two
children today, starting at 7:00 this morning, and that
she was to bring them to the staff's dining room for
breakfast at 07:15.
Eager to erase the bad impression she must have made on
everyone yesterday, Athena flew from the bed and ran into
the bathroom. "Today will be different!" she told
herself as she dashed into the shower. "No more
mistakes! Today, I will be the one in charge!"
*****
Entering the staff dining area with her two charges in
tow, Athena found to her dismay that they were the last
to arrive for breakfast. Even Mrs. Devereux, who always
ate breakfast with the staff and was traditionally the
last to enter, had already been seated.
"Oh God!" thought Athena in despair. "The place is full
of people, and I'm just in this damned nanny-suit. And
I'm late again!"
Athena faked a cheery greeting to everyone and nervously
sat where Mrs. Devereux sternly indicated, right between
her charges Marcia and Sally. She looked hesitantly
around the full table, but, except for a few cursory
glances probably caused by her lateness to the table,
Athena was relieved to find that no one really seemed
interested in either her or her outlandish attire. She
was treated, ignored really, as just another member of
the household staff, and a junior member at that. "Just
like Monday in the hallway," she thought. "No one cared
how I was dressed then, either. Maybe it is normal for
the nanny to go around like this after all."
After she and her children ordered, Athena did feel that
someone was staring at her. She looked around to see who
would be so rude as to do such a thing to her at the
table. With a shock she saw it was little Barbara who
was openly looking at her with an expression of pure joy
on her angelic face.
"Oh, my God," Athena whispered to herself. She smiled
sickly at Barbara, and then looked down at her empty
plate. This was the same little girl who had wanted to
breast-feed from her on that disastrous first Monday, in
the bathroom of the Children's Suite. It hadn't occurred
to her that she might actually run into the strange
little girl again, and so soon, too.
She worried a moment that the precocious little tike
might try to start something with her, then realized it
would be practically impossible for her to do so. It
was, after all, a nice large crowd. Athena relaxed with
the sure knowledge that here at least she would be safe
from her. Besides, the kid was seated physically across
from her, on the other side of the large table, for God's
sake. She was silly to even have worried about it.
The two girls had just been served their breakfasts and
Athena was helping them with their napkins, when she felt
a small presence to her right. She turned and found
herself looking with consternation down at the smiling,
upturned face of little Barbara. The tiny girl had her
thin arms outstretched and evidently wanted to be picked
up. Athena sighed and, after sneaking a look to see if
Mrs. Devereux was watching (she was), picked up the
smiling child and placed her facing forward on her lap.
Barbara eagerly told her that she had gotten down from
her chair and run around the table, just so she could be
with her new best friend.
Athena had to admit Barbara was basically a very sweet
and very shy little girl, who was still somewhat
infantile in her needs. She still found herself
naturally wanting to help the poor thing, although
baring her chest for her was, she realized, not her best
idea, regardless of how motherly it might have seemed at
the time.
Athena wearily signaled the serving girl to bring another
setting for Barbara. Now she would have three children
to watch.
When their breakfasts were all finally delivered, Athena
made sure everyone's napkins were in order. She then
told them cheerfully, "Okay, everybody. Let's dig in!"
Athena had eaten very little in the past few days and she
suddenly realized that she was ravenous. She had just
taken her first delightful mouthful of dried toast when
little Barbara cried, "Feed me."
"What?" mumbled Athena, crumbs spilling from her full
mouth.
"I'm really hungry. Feed me."
"I'm hungry, too, honey. Why don't you feed yourself?
You are far too old for someone to be feeding you."
"Feed me! Pleeese?"
"Oh, hell," thought Athena. "Here we go, again. It's
that damned infantile streak coming out again. I had
better feed her before she makes a fuss in front of Mrs.
Devereux."
She looked ruefully at the other girls eating peacefully
on either side of her. "Well, so much for this meal,"
she said and pushed her own plate away. Athena made sure
that the child's plate was directly in front of her.
Unfortunately, Athena soon found out to her horror that
Barbara's infantilism was not just confined to eating
this morning. The child's previous fascination with
Athena's proud breasts, so prominently displayed by the
skin-tight nanny-suit, returned now with a vengeance.
She would quickly turn in Athena's lap and, using both
hands, would pinch and pull on one of the vulnerable
breasts, then turn back again before Athena could recover
enough from her surprise to protest. Sometimes Barbara
wouldn't even turn around. She would just reach behind
her and start working completely hidden on a breast's
underside. That usually proved worse for Athena, because
with all of the child's constant squirming and the effort
of getting her to eat her food, she could never spare a
hand to protect herself from such an attack. Barbara
soon learned she could play with the undersides of
Athena's breasts just about as much as she wanted.
Athena desperately hoped that after a few spoonfuls,
Barbara would get the hint, start to feed herself and
then leave her poor breasts alone, but it never seemed to
work out that way. "It's just not fair!" she wailed in
her mind. If only Mrs. Devereux and some of the others
would leave, then she would feel free to teach this
little monster some manners.
But no one left! Even after their meals were completed,
they all remained at the table, contentedly drinking
their coffee and talking pleasantly.
Athena was so preoccupied with trying to feed the
struggling Barbara while protecting her chest that she
never heard Sally on her right say, "Don't worry, Nanny.
We'll help you eat."
Athena, her hands full of the squirming Barbara, was
surprised to find a large piece of buttered toast being
pressed against her lips. She opened her mouth to
protest and the toast was shoved completely inside!
Athena knew she had to chew or choke (spitting it out was
not an option with Mrs. Devereux right there), so she
clamped her jaws shut, raining large bits of toast down
her front and a few even over Barbara. Athena began to
chew furiously, as she glared around to find out who did
this to her, so she could clear her mouth and find out
what these devilish kids were up to now.
But Sally would never give her the chance! Once she
cleared her mouth, along would come a fresh mouthful of
egg, toast, or fruit. If she wouldn't take it, it would
all just spill down her front, where Marcia would collect
as much as she could from her lap and give it right back
to Sally.
Barbara took advantage of this major distraction to
seriously enjoy alternately gently tormenting then
teasing Athena's vulnerable breasts, especially the very
erect nipples.
Athena was so busy chewing she never notice Barbara slide
slightly closer to the table, enough to give Marcia
access to their Nanny's lap.
In Sally's feeding of her, Athena found herself getting
more and more messy. She was grateful when she noticed
Marcia wiping the crumbs from her front. When Marcia
started wiping around her waist and thighs, Athena wished
she wouldn't get so personal, but knew that without
Marcia's efforts she would soon be completely coated from
Sally's well-intentioned but disastrous attempts at
feeding her. She even choked once, but Sally slapping
her on the back quickly cleared the obstruction.
Sally had used the opportunity to undo the fastener
behind Athena's neck and pull the zipper down slightly.
It was when she vaguely felt Marcia's hands start to
slide between her thighs that Athena started to worry
about what she was doing down there. But all thoughts of
Marcia were lost when Athena became completely
overwhelmed. Barbara had turned completely around and,
now facing the distraught nanny with her small legs over
Athena's hips, began openly caressing Athena's prominent
nipples with her mouth and hands.
Athena could only chew mechanically with her eyes closed
as her mind dazed over with the fantastic sensations
coming from her terribly sensitive breasts. She never
even felt Marcia's hands now teasing her lower abdomen
and vulva through the thin, skin-tight material of the
nanny-suit. The increasingly befuddled Athena felt her
hips and thighs jerking uncontrollably on the chair, but
she had no idea as to why. The dining table full of her
fellow house staff, even the presence of the formidable
Mrs. Devereux, faded from her overwhelmed mind. All she
could think of was what little Barbara was doing to her
breasts.
Athena did not notice that Barbara's constant tugging on
her bust was causing her nanny-suit to start slipping
from her shoulders. Everyone at the table watched
breathlessly with pulses pounding as the stretch fabric
went lower and lower on the unaware young woman, baring
the smooth tanned shoulders.
Athena could only feel the pressure, that terrible,
wonderful pressure she was beginning to know so well, was
building within her. She knew she was close to blessed
relief, yet fought to contain the relentless onslaught on
her nervous system. Food continued to be brought to her,
and she obediently accepted and chewed it properly before
swallowing.
The suit had reached the tops of her breasts. Sally
reached over as Athena was blindly chewing her latest
helping and carefully pulled down on each of the suit's
arms. Barbara pulled down on the fabric that was
covering Athena's tormented breasts and soon the suit was
bunched directly below them, leaving Athena's proud
breasts completely exposed to all in the room, and her
arms trapped within the suit.
Having direct access to the perfect orbs once again,
Barbara expertly suckled and teased them, soon driving
the already bewildered Athena close to the point of
madness. Athena instinctively threw her shoulders back,
thrusting her breasts more fully in the direction of
their small tormentor.
Finally, the sexual being that was once Athena Valentine
lost all pretense. She held Barbara as tightly as her
bound arms would allow, reveling in the exquisite
sensations she was receiving. Athena, sweat pouring from
her face and chest, gasped and moaned in her pleasure,
unknowing of the show she had become for the table of
fascinated spectators.
A rising tide of intense sensuality carried Athena higher
and higher, then inexplicably stopped. When the sexual
animal that had been Athena Valentine realized what had
happened, she panicked. "No!," she gasped, unthinking.
"No! Not yet! Not yet!"
The rational being known as Athena Valentine gradually
became aware of her surroundings. She parted her lips
automatically for her next mouthful. She sat there like
a young bird, waiting with her mouth open and eyes closed
for her food for some time, but nothing happened, so,
puzzled, she closed her mouth. Finally, she realized
that the incredible sensations coming from her breasts,
which were feeling surprisingly cool, were mercifully
fading.
Flooded with feeling of relief that her latest ordeal was
finally over, Athena was suddenly aware that she was
being talked to.
"Miss Valentine!"
Still feeling very much in a fog, she opened her eyes and
faced her employer. "Yes, ma'am."
"Look at that mess!"
Shaking her head to try and clear away the cobwebs,
Athena looked about her. She was sitting alone.
Barbara, Marcia, and Sally were no longer at the table.
The table in front of her was a complete mess with food
everywhere. She glanced down and saw with horror that
she was in the same condition. She was somehow bare to
the waist, her breasts completely exposed to the room.
Her bare skin and once spotless nanny-suit were now
completely covered with jelly, butter, different types of
eggs, spots of orange juice, and bits and pieces of
toast. Her swollen breasts and terrifically erect
nipples clearly showed the effects that Barbara had been
trying to nurse on her again. There was also, underneath
all of the particles of food in her lap, a vast growing
wet spot between her legs from her flowing vaginal
fluids. No doubt about it, her normally immaculate
appearance was now a total nightmare!
"Oh my God!" she breathed. Athena did the only thing she
could do, she covered her face with her hands and started
to cry.
"Well, young lady? I'm waiting for an explanation."
The sobbing Athena had no idea how she was going to
explain her way out of this one. It was so humiliating
to be sitting topless like this. She was finished as a
nanny and a reporter for sure!
Devereux addressed the other diners. "People, I think
it's time you went back to you duties, thank you."
To Athena she said gently, "I've sent the children for
some towels to clean up that mess you made. You know,
they really shouldn't have to pay for the fact that you
seem to be a very sloppy eater. It's not very fair to
them, now is it?"
"No, ma'am, it isn't," sobbed Athena, lost in a sea of
misery. "I'm so sorry!" She tried to dress herself, but
her trapped arms flailed uselessly.
The children returned with dish rags, a small plastic
bucket of hot, soapy water, and a few towels.
"You may begin."
To Athena's amazement, the children ignored the table
completely and immediately began running their wet, soapy
dish rags over her!
"No!" she cried, and tried to stand up.
"Sit down!" shouted Devereux.
Stunned, Athena automatically sat.
"Allow the children to finish you first, please," she
snapped quietly. "And without any interference, if you
don't mind!"
Ducking under the table, Marcia had opened the shocked
Athena's pliant legs and positioned herself right between
the wide-spread limbs. She unfastened Athena's wide belt
and pulled it from her, then removed her pink
Wellingtons. Sally and she then pulled strongly on the
nanny-suit until it finally slid down past the stunned
Athena's hips. Marcia was able to pull the rest of it
off her legs by herself. She began to wash down Athena's
shapely hips and legs. Marcia's cloth also occasionally
found its way between Athena's twitching upper thighs and
rubbed repeatedly over the young woman's vulva. Barbara
and Sally had meanwhile moved to either side of the
seated nanny. Every so often, after going over Athena's
bare skin with their soapy cloths, each would select a
breast and give it a special cleaning.
Athena was soon dripping from the wet cloths moving over
her. Yet, she could only sit there stiffly and not make
a single protest as the cloths moved repeatedly over her
chest and crotch. After all, as Mrs. Devereux said, it
was her own fault that this mess happen. How could she
have been so sloppy? How could she be so stupid as to
lose her suit? And in front of everyone, too!
Now, on top of everything else that was happening to her,
she could feel her secret problem start to build again,
the curse of S. O.! "Oh, God!" Athena prayed. "Not now!
Not that! Please, please, anything but that!"
But her beautiful body was relentlessly being driven once
again expertly and without her knowledge towards the
precipice of sexual release and Athena, try as she might,
was powerless to stop it.
"Rather then dock your salary, or simply fire you for
this ridiculous display you put us all through this
morning, I have a suggestion."
"Y-yes? W-w-what is it?" stammered the trembling nude
Athena, caught helplessly in the throws of the massive
sexual storm building within her, her breasts trembling
in her fear and arousal.
"I think the children should feed you all your meals,
at least for the time being. Perhaps then you will
learn some proper table manners."
Marcia deliberately rubbed her cloth over the stunned
Athena's vulnerable clitoris once too often and her
vagina exploded! Athena could only double over on the
messy table, her naked breasts pressing heavily into the
remains of breakfast, as her body convulsed wildly in the
chair. Vaginal juices gushed onto the seat cushion.
"You have nothing to say against the proposal?" asked
Devereux politely. "Good, then it's settled."
Jacquelyn Devereux motioned to her silently laughing
teen-aged nieces, who then threw their cloths into the
bucket. Together all three left the table to the still
shaking nanny.
"Oh, and for God's sake get dressed and clean up that
mess, will you? I'm expecting company this morning."
Athena could only sit nude, half-sprawled over the dirty
table. The final words of Mrs. Devereux stayed ringing
in her ears. She felt so shamed. She couldn't believe
she could be so foolish as to loose her hated nanny-suit
twice in as many days. If only she wasn't so turned on
whenever she was near the Devereux children. What was it
about them that got to her so? Innocent little children
who were only playing games or even, in their own clumsy
way, trying to help her from some fine mess she had
gotten herself into.
She knew they liked her, and had fun with her. Even Mrs.
Devereux admitted as much to her. But, for some reason.
whenever they were around her, her body suddenly went out
of control and would betray her. Athena knew that there
could be only one rational explanation for it, but she
hated even to think about it: S.O.!
"My God!" Athena said and sat up quickly. How could she
ever function as an undercover reporter if the very fact
of being one would cause her to climax at any time. It
was an impossible situation!
Maybe it was an occupational hazard of being undercover,
but one that no one ever talked about for obvious
reasons. Either way, she had to see that doctor, and as
soon as possible!
She wiped the drying tears from her face and blew her
runny nose on a soiled napkin. After gingerly wiping the
food off that was clinging to her chest with her hands,
she bent down and picked up her nanny-suit from the
floor. Athena held up the garment in complete disgust.
It was filthy.
"I can't wear this," she murmured. Even back up the
secluded servant stairs it would be impossible. The suit
made her skin crawl just looking at it. Yet she had to
wear something! Already members of the staff were
walking through the dining room, on their way to the
kitchen. All Athena could do during such times was to
cross her arms over her chest, sit frozen in her chair,
and hope that no one would notice the naked woman sitting
at the messy table.
"Oh, God! The table!" she exclaimed. She had completely
forgotten about having to clean the table.
Athena, after first making sure she was alone again,
quickly rose from her chair and walked rapidly to each of
the two entrances to the staff dining area. Being very
careful not to expose herself to anyone outside of the
room, she closed both of the doors.
Athena returned to were she had been siting and bent over
to grab the bucket and wash cloths from the floor. As
she was rising, she saw the large wet stain she had left
on her seat cushion.
"Damn," she said quietly. She was such a slut lately she
just couldn't believe it. Still bent over, her hanging
breasts shook madly as she furiously attacked the cushion
with rags soaked in the soapy water. Finally satisfied
with the result, she straightened up and prepared to
start next on the large table.
Even though the only area that was dirty was where she
had been sitting ("It figures," she thought), she decided
to do it right and carefully wash the entire table.
Still feeling dazed from the events at breakfast, Athena
could only think that here was a chance where she could
redeem herself. Pleased with the idea, she said, "This
will show her!" She would finally have a chance to prove
to her formidable employer just what Athena Valentine was
capable of doing.
She looked nervously at both doors. Athena knew she
wasn't thinking very clearly right now, and that she was
running a serious risk in doing this. But, it would just
take a second to complete, and it was so important for
her to do as she was instructed by Mrs. Devereux before
the woman returned. As soon as she was finished, then
she could beg one of the kitchen staff to quickly get her
something to wear from the laundry room. Right now
though, there just enough wasn't time! She had to get
the table clean before it was too late.
By practically running around the table, Athena cleaned
everything but the center very quickly. The table was so
large she just couldn't reach it, no matter how hard she
tried. Exasperated at being checked like this, she
jumped on a chair and attempted to lean as far over the
table as she could in order to reach the elusive center.
A group of well-dressed middle-aged women, led by Mrs.
Devereux, entered the room as the still groggy Athena
over-balanced and fell on the table. She tried to break
her fall by holding her hands out in front of her. She
landed with an "OW!" on her hands and knees, while the
momentum of her fall caused her to slide into the direct
center of the empty table. She instinctively spread her
knees and hands as she slid across the table top to
maintain her balance.
The unexpected fall had startled her so much that the
exasperated Athena had to pause sprawled on her hands and
knees with her head lowered a moment to get her breath
back. She froze in horror when she heard a familiar
voice behind her say, "...and here is where the staff
eats." It could only be Mrs. Devereux and her expected
guests!
Athena's world promptly ended. A sickening feeling of
horror and dread consumed her. "No, not this!" she
prayed. "Please God, anything but this!"
"My! What an interesting centerpiece you have there," a
cultured, aristocratic feminine voice was saying. "Where
on earth did you find it? So real, so life-like!"
"We had it specially made from an artist I know in
Europe. Just recently. In fact it only arrived two days
ago."
"It's simply marvelous! Do you plan to always have it
out?"
"Oh, no, Catherine. Of course not. It is really
intended only for, ah, very special occasions, like this
one. Well, time to go ladies! Tea should just about be
ready on the south verandah."
"Jacquelyn, why don't we have our tea here, instead?
It's a very nice room and I'm frankly tired from all of
this walking. Besides, I'm sure that the girls are just
dying to have a closer look at that amazing centerpiece."
Devereux sighed and accepted her defeat with good grace.
Actually she wasn't mad in the slightest. In fact she
found this latest turn of affairs quite amusing. Her new
prim-and-proper nanny was showing a surprising propensity
for losing her clothes in the most unlikely of
circumstances. Well, this unusual display will just be
one more thing Devereux knew she could use to her
advantage in her conquest of this very beautiful spy.
Devereux briefly smiled at the thought of how today's
journal entry was going to read. "Well," she said to
herself. "Let's give her plenty to write about, so she
can make it a good one!"
She walked to the kitchen end of the table, and opened
the lid to a small control panel. She pressed a button
and 2-foot sections on both sides of the table silently
lowered, then withdrew into the center of the table.
"My late husband, an aerospace engineer, designed all of
our large dining tables like this. Makes it easier for
cleaning, not to mention extremely versatile for
different functions, don't you think?"
"My goodness! How clever! You do love your toys, don't
you, Jacquelyn?" said Catherine.
Ignoring the slight, Devereux moved slowly counter-
clockwise around the table, inspecting the retracting
table leaves, until the nude form of the devastated
Athena was between her and her guests. Her small body
now completely hidden from view, she placed her mouth
close to Athena's ear.
"Move and you're dead!" she hissed. Devereux started to
move away, then came back.
"You haven't heard the last of this either, Nanny!"
Athena, already frozen by any standard, immediately
turned to stone. "Oh, God!" she thought in despair.
"Oh, God! How will I ever be able to explain this to
her?"
Devereux walked back to the head of the table and
gestured to the group still waiting by the entrance.
"Come along, girls. Now you can get as close to it as
you like."
Lost in sorrow, Athena almost jumped when she briefly
felt a hand touch her right shoulder.
"It's warm!" a startled Catherine cried. "And I could
swear I saw it breathing!"
"I see my secret is out," Devereux dryly told the group
of now-seated women. "You must promise not to reveal to
anyone what I am about to tell you all here today.
Agreed?"
A cultured melody of eager agreements filled the air.
"Well, you have I am sure all heard of 'Performance Art,'
a process where living people become the work of art.
Well, this is the other side of the coin, where a non-
living mannequin is given certain human characteristics
and responses. It is an experimental piece, a new form of
art they are calling 'Living Sculpture.' The one you
are looking at now is the first prototype. We like to
call her 'Athena', after the Greek goddess she somewhat
resembles."
"My word! You don't say?" said an amused and obviously
unimpressed Catherine.
"Oh, yes. The process, when it is finally perfected,
will, I believe, revolutionize the world of erotic art."
"But who ever heard of a statue with such clearly defined
tan-lines? Why spoil the effect of such a delightful
body that way? Unusual, to say the least, don't you
think?"
"The piece itself is very unusual, don't you think?"
Devereux said, then slapped the astonished Athena on her
right buttock. "However, I understand that a very
beautiful young model was used in the making of this, and
her appearance was followed most exactly."
"Yes," said a rather plain woman, speaking for the first
time. "She is rather striking, isn't she? I mean, for
someone so young and inexperienced, that is."
"Inexperienced?" snorted Catherine. "Jane, how on earth
did you come to such a ridiculous conclusion? The girl
was obviously an incredible slut for even posing for this
lewd piece in the first place."
Athena was really getting to hate Catherine.
"I don't think so," explained Jane patiently. "Look,
that very healthy body there on the table is clearly
without any sign of ware or abuse. The tan-lines are
important because they tell us she obviously wasn't a
professional model at all. Even better, it's a certainty
that, whoever she was, the model was not too happy about
the experience since her face has a very embarrassed
expression on it even now. This was no slut, Catherine.
I believe she was a beautiful young woman just trying to
make some money."
"Fool," thought Catherine, "to be taken in so easily like
that."
"That Jane," thought Athena warmly. "My hero."
"Still, Jacquelyn," continued Jane, "there is something I
really do not understand. You said 'human
characteristics and responses.' What exactly would those
be?"
"Please, that would be telling. You really must find
that out for yourself. That's part of the fun. You see,
in finding out how just real this piece reacts to your
actions, you reveal much about yourself in the process.
It's that kind of art. Just remember that what ever you
do, and you can supposedly do a lot, you must be very
gentle, as this is still a very expensive and relatively
fragile piece of art, and not just some marital aid you
can pick up at the corner drugstore. Also, I understand
from the artist that the piece might suffer from what she
called a 'fluid discharge' if the electronics become
overloaded with too much stimulus."
"Yes, but darling, isn't that the whole idea?" Catherine
said archly, causing the group to twitter with knowing
laughter.
"Right," said the non-smiling Devereux, wondering for the
tenth time that morning why she continued to tolerate
these silly women, especially someone so superior as
Catherine. If only she didn't still feel so insecure
about her own status here. No matter how wealthy or
powerful in the world of business she became, she
continued to look for social acceptance from people like
these, people she didn't even like. She wondered if she
would ever accept the fact that her background was too
poor, and her family too short, for her ever to be truly
accepted by these women as their equal, and just leave it
at that.
The tea and cakes arrived and the weary Athena wondered
just how long she could have to remain frozen there on
the table. Her eyes were starting to burn from not being
able to blink, and her knees bothered her. Then there
was the damnedest sensation coming from between her wide-
spread thighs, a light tickling on her vulva. She
couldn't move her head to see what it was, probably some
damned fly. She couldn't even shake her hips a bit to
scare whatever it was off of her.
It was terribly humiliating, but she knew she had to
remain perfectly still regardless of what happened. It
was imperative that she convinced these women she was in
fact a lifeless mannequin. It was the only way she could
keep what was left of her self-respect, and Athena found
herself strangely grateful to Mrs. Devereux for giving
her this out.
Long fingernails traced their way slowly down Athena's
left ribs, and she had to bite down hard on her lower lip
to keep from jerking away at the contact. Even so, her
skin erupted uncontrollably in goose-bumps.
"My God," an astounded voice whispered. "Look at that."
The tea grew cold as other hands began to touch the
helpless reporter. Nothing on her body was safe from the
exploring women. Athena's dangling breasts were soon
swollen from being repeatedly milked, the nipples tweaked
and bothered into astonishing hardness. The tickling
between her legs grew and grew, until her mind was
consumed by what she now knew to be gentle teasing. Even
her poor anus wasn't safe, for she felt in her
humiliation long nails circling around and around the
totally exposed puckered rosebud.
Her neck muscles screamed for relief from the tension and
for being placed so long in this awkward position, but
movement was the one thing she dared not do. Athena, in
trying not to breath, was becoming light-headed and
realized she was close to fainting. In the coolness of
the air-conditioned room, she felt sweat begin to pour
from her face and splash on the highly polished wooden
surface below.
The continued tickling of her vulnerable crotch caused
unbelievable sensations to go coursing helplessly within
her. She could sense her vaginal fluids running down her
inner thighs but there was nothing she could do, there
was no way she could prevent such a public display of her
unintentional arousal at the hands of these art lovers.
Athena suddenly realized that something had entered her
and her soul melted. She tried to fight the terrible,
wonderful sensations consuming her, but it finally became
all too much for her. Athena could only think of what
was happening behind her. Utterly lost now, she could
only moan, "It's too much! Too much," to the great
delight of the astonished women around her.
The assault on her defenseless cunt was stepped up, until
the pressure was too great for her body to fight anymore.
The climax shook Athena to her very being. Her arms gave
out and the now sobbing girl could only rest her head on
her collapsed arms over the table, her hips still high in
the air behind her, as her over-stimulated body spasmed
repeatedly.
When she could breath again, Athena was distressed to
find that her poor pussy was still the object of
someone's attention, and the terrible pressure grew
within her once again. Soon the familiar spasms occurred
once again, and again she was overwhelmed by sensations.
Once they realized what was really going on, all of the
women wanted their chance to make this beautiful, utterly
defenseless girl have the cumming of her life. And they
did.
Athena regained consciousness just long enough to hear
Mrs. Devereux being fulsomely congratulated on providing
the best entertainment their group had ever experienced,
and would she like to become a permanent member of the
exclusive women's club they represented?
*****
It was 11 o'clock when Athena finally woke herself up by
toppling over on the table. Feeling very confused as to
her surroundings, she looked around dazedly and found
herself all tangled up with the place-settings being laid
out for lunch.
When she realized she was sprawled naked in the staff's
dining room, she screamed in shear terror as she jumped
off the table. Everyone in the house could follow her
progress as Athena ran naked and screaming all the way
through the kitchen, up four flights using the staff
stairway, and down the hall to the Nanny Suite.
*****
At her mother's request, Danielle, carrying the clothes
left behind in the dining room, went to the nanny suite
later that afternoon and found Athena naked and shivering
under the covers in her bedroom. It took Danielle 30
minutes to calm her down enough to come out from under,
and another 30 minutes before she would allow Danielle to
take her to the bathroom for a badly needed shower.
It was only after she had been cleaned and dried that
Athena finally felt herself under control once again and
was able to ask Danielle to please leave her alone so she
could change. An amused Danielle left the bathroom and
Athena was able to dress herself into yet another of her
seemingly endless supply of the hated nanny-suits.
After pulling on her shoes and fastening her belt she
couldn't resist a quick look in the mirror. In spite of
her extreme fatigue, she felt her surprisingly sensitive
flesh even now start to tingle under the seductive feel
of the tight material, her hardening nipples thrusting
through the thin suit, making them embarrassingly erect
for all to see. She shuddered, then shook her head to
try and clear away the subtle sensations building within
her, fantastic sensations which were already starting to
cloud her mind. "Oh, God! Is there no end to this?" she
moaned.
Crossing her arms protectively over her chest, Athena
went into the bedroom and found Danielle in one of her
characteristic sprawls across the made bed. After the
insanity of the morning, she felt grateful for Danielle's
help and kindness.
"Thank you," Athena said softly. "I don't know what I
would have done if you hadn't..."
"It's all right, honey. What are roommates for, if not
to help each other? Now, come here. It's time for a
little girl-talk."
"Well, I don't know if I should..." an embarrassed Athena
said, acutely conscious of how she must look to Danielle.
"Come on," Danielle said kindly.
Athena timorously walked over to the bed and sat down on
the edge. Danielle promptly wrapped her long, thin arms
around Athena's narrow waist with a happy "Got you!", and
dragged her laughing to the center of the bed where,
after piling up a few pillows, she laid the wearily
smiling nanny out on her back with her head resting
comfortably on the pillows. Danielle laid closely on her
right, and placed her left arm under Athena's neck.
"Now we can talk."
"OK, OK," the exhausted Athena mumbled. "You win!" For
the first time in quite a while, Athena felt safe, even
with her new roommate so unexpectedly close beside her.
"Athena, I don't know if you realize this, but you have
been acting very edgy ever since you arrived here,"
Danielle said sympathicly. "I know things can get a
little crazy around here sometimes, but we've never
before had one of our nannies run naked through the house
screaming" ("This month, anyway," Danielle told herself).
"Well..." She was so comfortable, it was all Athena could
do to stay awake.
"Is there anything you would like to tell me about what
is going on here with you?"
"Well..." Athena, tired though she might be, was overcome
with the desire to unburden her soul and tell someone of
her undercover assignment. She felt so comfortable, so
protected with Danielle laying right beside her like this
it was difficult for her to know what she should do. She
didn't want them all to think she was completely insane
and unstable, and she did so need a friend right now.
"Come on," Danielle whispered in her ear. "Out with it.
You can tell me."
Athena turned her head and found herself nose-to-nose
with Danielle. Looking into the large, compassionate
brown eyes, her insides oddly melted and she realized
that she could contain herself no longer.
"You must promise me that you'll never tell a single
soul, no one, not even your mother."
"Yes," purred Danielle instantly. "I promise."
"I'm...I'm really a reporter, working on an...undercover
assignment."
"No!" Danielle gasped as she grabbed Athena's firm left
breast. "I don't believe it. You're just putting me on,
aren't you?" She began to gently massage the firm tit-
flesh.
"No!" replied Athena, who was so lost in her need for
explanation and so tired that she only was vaguely aware
of Danielle's gentle, soothing hand on her chest. "It's
true. I'm a...a reporter acting as a nanny."
Danielle's moved to Athena's right breast and started
gently messaging it. "Why?" she asked delicately as her
thumb passed over Athena's erect right nipple.
"Why?" gasped Athena as pinwheels flashed momentarily
before her eyes. "Why, to...to investigate the world of
the nanny, of course."
"Is that all?" cooed Danielle, both her thumbs now
teasing the hyper-sensitive nipples as her knowledgeable
hands worked the firm twin mounds of succulent breast-
flesh.
"Y-yes, that's all," panted Athena. "You see, it's never
been done before. I'll be the first. But, there's... there's
a problem."
"What problem?" Danielle asked very quietly as she
reached down with her right hand and opened Athena's wide
plastic belt, and pulled it from underneath the reporter.
Tossing it off the bed, she then withdrew her left arm
from under Athena's neck, being very careful not to
disturb her. Sitting up, Danielle reached out and
unfastened Athena's pink Wellingtons and removed those
as well. While she was tossing the shoes over the side
of the bed, Danielle noted the growing damp spot already
forming at the crotch of Athena's skin-tight suit.
"S.O.!!" Athena moaned in despair. "S.O. is the problem.
Your mother thinks I have it, and it's driving me crazy!
I can't seem to do anything anymore without...without
erupting like some slut anytime, anyplace. Even watching
the children can cause me to..." She stopped, unable to
continue.
"Damn, damn, damn!" she cried as she beat her closed
fists repeatedly on the mattress in desperate
frustration. Even now, just laying here with Danielle
she could feel it, the sweet building within her, like
some terrible, wonderful monster waiting to capture her
happily from within.
"Roll over," said Danielle, and the despondent Athena
obediently did so.
Danielle's heart stopped a moment at the sight of the
tight elastic material covering Athena's smooth back and
which had become indented between her jutting buttocks.
"Whoa!" she breathed. No matter how often Danielle saw
her like this, it was always as if she were seeing the
beautiful Athena for the first time.
Athena felt Danielle do something at the base of her
neck, then felt the slow opening of her nanny-suit as
Danielle pulled the zipper all the down to the far end.
"What are you doing?" Athena sleepily inquired, suddenly
feeling totally exhausted. Too much had happened to her
recently and she was simply overwhelmed. She had been in
such a state of high nervous tension during the last two
days she couldn't even remember when her last real meal
had been. If only her body didn't feel so tingly, then
perhaps she could finally relax and understand what was
happening to her. As it was, Athena had been weakened to
the point where she could only endure until whatever it
was finally allowed her a little peace.
"Getting you ready for bed," Danielle truthfully
answered, although what else might happen in the meantime
she did not say.
"Oh. Why?"
"Mom fixed your doctor's appointment for tomorrow morning
instead of next week, so you'll have to be on the road
bright and early."
"Oh, OK." The dazed reporter thought for a moment, then
rolled over and sat up. "I...am...very...tired," she said
distinctly, as she started to weakly struggle out of the
suit.
"Let me do that," offered Danielle, and eagerly began
freeing the practically sleeping Athena from her suit.
"Thank you," said the yawning Athena. "You are
very...kind."
Once she was undressed, Danielle lay the delightfully
nude Athena back down and pulled the bed-covers over her.
Danielle then started to prepare herself for bed.
"Oooh, this bed is soooo comfortable," purred a contented
reporter as the silk sheets caressed her bare sensitive
flesh.
Unaware that a naked Danielle was strapping on a small
but particularly effective dildo, Athena thought about her
appointment for tomorrow. In light of the events of this
morning, she was truly thankful to hear from Danielle
that her doctor's appointment had been moved up to
tomorrow. She couldn't wait! Athena was frantic with
worry. She couldn't understand what was wrong with her.
She desperately needed the assurance of a medical
professional that she wasn't going crazy, or that her
body was not possessed by some sexual demon causing it to
act entirely out of her control.
Every little thing that she did now was about sex. It
was all she could think about, asleep or awake. Her body
tingled continuously, her nipples always painfully stiff
and sensitive under her nanny-suit. A few times even
walking became too much for her to endure, and she would
have to stop just to get her breath back. It was
maddening! It was as if the suit itself had been
specifically designed to keep her in a state of constant
arousal, which she knew was ridiculous. Even now, in the
process of drifting off to sleep, she knew her body was
still excited beyond all understanding.
She understood that it was quite plainly she herself that
was doing this, causing this to happen, but she couldn't
understand why or how. She couldn't even keep her suit
on half the time, not that it seemed to matter any,
because either with or without the suit her body was
responding wildly to the slightest touch made by anyone,
anywhere! "My God!" she wondered. "Whatever happened to
my self control?"
She couldn't even keep up her secret reporter's journal
any longer. Every time she started to recount the past
day's activities, she became so excited she couldn't
write any more. She would have to run a cold shower just
to calm down again, and even that didn't always help.
And the children! The moment she was around any of them,
she began floating on some sensuous cloud, soon totally
oblivious to anything going on around her except the
marvelous, overwhelming sensations her body was
generating. It was all so very odd, not to mention
incredibly frustrating. Was everything really due to the
unexplained presence of S.O., or was it something far
worse? Some flaw deep within her that decided now of all
times to come out?
Athena had to find out the truth and fast, before it was
too late! It could only be then that she would be able
to start living a normal life once again, as well as to
return to her true purpose here, her exclusive Nanny
Story!
Danielle slipped silently under the covers and thought of
the fun to come. She loved to catch an unwary victim at
her most vulnerable. "This will be great," she said
softly.
She watched with great anticipation as Athena's priceless
chest slowly slipped into the deep, rhythmic movements of
sleep.
As she began to delicately work on the helpless,
sleeping Athena, Danielle heard her whisper, "I'll be
First. I'll be Famous."
*****
The Nanny2: Day Four
*****
The next morning, Athena was so anxious not to be late
that she actually was awake a few minutes before her
alarm was set to go off. She lay on her back a moment,
her hands behind her head. Smiling in the darkness, she
anticipated with glee the solution to all of her problems
and the thankful return to a normal life. Ready to throw
the covers off, she suddenly stopped. Puzzled, Athena
lay still for a few moments, suddenly acutely aware that
something was not right at all!
Then she felt it! "My God!" she whispered. Something
was touching her! Something was in bed with her,
actually touching her right on her crotch!
"The children," she sputtered indignantly. "Those damned
children! They did this!"
Her eyes started to fill with tears. Why were they
always doing these things to her, she wondered. What did
she ever do to them?
Her mind spun with wild theories as to what it was, what
kind of animal it could be. And with her roommate
Danielle was still sleeping peacefully on her stomach
right beside her! How could she even think of waking her
with something so embarrassing, so preposterous?
She tried to gently wiggle her hips, hoping to cause the
creature to willingly move off of her body. In horror,
Athena felt the creature jerk to life, but, instead of
leaving her, actually clutch the soft, sensitive flesh
her vulva!
She had to slap her hands over her mouth to keep from
screaming. "Shit! What if it bites me...down there?!?!"
she thought. She knew she had to do something and fast
to get it off of her. "But what?" her mind agonized.
"But what?"
"Oh, no!" she moaned helplessly as the creature began to
massage her defenseless sex. Athena slowly lifted up the
covers, but could not see anything in the darkness.
Still, she was now sure that something alive was
definitely there. To add to her anxiety, the creature's
actions were starting to causing certain very peculiar
sensations to radiate through her body from her poor
abused crotch.
She gingerly pulled aside the bed clothes and carefully
sat up. Across the tanned skin of her abdomen Athena
could now see a thin, pale stick leading down to her
pubic area. She briefly shrieked, "SNAKE!!", before she
was able to clap her hands over her mouth again.
She froze as she waited with trepidation for some
reaction from her roommate, but happily Danielle didn't
move. As much as she would have appreciated her help at
this time, Athena would have rather died at that point
rather than let her employer's daughter see her like
this!
Unfortunately, Athena realized with a sinking heart that
she must have really agitated the reptile with her latest
outburst, because it had increased its efforts against
her sex. "What on earth could it possibly want there?"
she wondered in a daze as she felt her body reacting more
and more to this terrible and certainly unexpected
stimulation of her vulva.
Her mind started to wander as the incredible sensations
continued to pure from her attacked sex. With all that
had been happening to her lately, all due to the
inexplicable horror of S.O., Athena knew with
consternation that her body was liable to over-react
wildly to any sort of stimulation, from any source, at
any time, and to her deep consternation was in fact doing
so right now.
A low "Ohhh" escaped her lips as she tried to resist the
growing effects of her reptile-stimulated pussy.
It was all so maddening, she thought desperately. She
had hardly any self-control at all anymore. Despite the
outrageously humiliating situations which kept happening
to her due to her body's recent betrayals, it was only
the single fact that it was all due to an illness which
allowed her to keep any self-respect for herself at all!
She hated to think of what her reaction would be if it
really turned out that she was some sort of super-slut, a
sex toy to anyone who wanted her. She would be lost,
totally lost! It just didn't bare thinking about! She
would curl up and die!
Her troubled thoughts were suddenly interrupted by an
urgent message from her nervous system. "Oh God!" she
moaned quietly. She was about to cum because of a snake!
Desperate beyond measure, Athena took a deep breath and
in a flash of movement her right hand streaked out and
grabbed the snake just behind where she judged the head
to be, and blindly pulled the offending reptile off of
her, expecting at any second to feel the pierce of sharp
poisonous fangs into her soft cuntal flesh!
She had the snake firmly in her shaking hand and was
about to toss it violently across the room when she
realized it was attached to something: Danielle! It was
her left arm! Danielle had been touching her in her
sleep!
"Phew!" breathed a very relieved Athena. "Thank God!"
When she gently placed her roommate's arm carefully
beside her on the bed, she could tell how the fingers
were still working furiously in the empty air.
"She must be dreaming!" Athena thought as she got her
ragged breathing back under control. "That explains
everything." She wondered how she could ever tell
Danielle about this terribly humiliating event, but
decided she really couldn't, not without embarrassing
them both needlessly. Besides, how was a person supposed
to control what happens in their sleep, anyway?
"All the same," Athena thought, "as long as Danielle is
going to be staying with me, I'm wearing underwear at
night, house rules or not."
"That is, as soon as I can find some," she added grimly,
remembering the total control Mrs. Devereux now had over
all of her clothes.
Finally feeling more or less under control, Athena
quickly reached over and pushed the stop button of the
alarm clock before it started to beep and wake up her
still sleeping roommate.
Without turning on a light, she quietly got out of the
bed and padded silently into the bathroom. As she went
through her morning routine, all Athena could really
think about was how the doctor had to help her with this
ghastly S.O. problem that was troubling her so. Even now
she could feel her body still tingling, her naughty
nipples quite errect, from this morning's ridiculous
episode.
"Thank goodness!" she thought, as she carefully brushed
her gleaming white teeth. "At least today I will not
have to wear that damned nanny-suit."
Then she remembered. "Oh, shit! I never asked her for
permission! Shit, shit!" Danielle had put her to bed so
dazed and early yesterday that she never had a chance to
ask her employer for permission to wear real clothes for
the drive this morning.
Athena quickly rinsed her mouth out and dashed from the
bathroom. The one thing she had painfully learned in the
past four days was that she should never, ever go against
the wishes of Mrs. Devereux!
She went to her dresser and found yet another clean
nanny-suit. "Don't these miserable things ever run out?"
she wondered. Athena surprised herself at how quickly
she was able to slither into the skin-tight outfit now,
even in only the dim light from the bathroom. Without
troubling to find her belt and boots in the darkness, she
went running out of the suite in search of her employer.
There was no way she was going anywhere outside of the
estate dressed in this pink nightmare, she told herself,
as she ran down the long hallway to the main stairs, her
beautiful body bouncing seductively underneath the tight
fabric. Besides, this was going to be her first
opportunity to dress in real clothes since she got here,
and she certainly wasn't going to miss out on that.
*****
Thankfully wearing one of her smartest suits, Athena was
standing in the front foyer. She checked herself out in
the mirror yet again, looking for flaws but could find
not a one. The five cromed-metal buttons gleamed
impressively in a single row on the well-cut navy blue
jacket, while her tight skirt was a trendy mid-thigh in
length. Satisfied at last, she impishly smiled at the
beautiful, smartly-dressed woman in the mirror, and her
reflection graciously returned it.
She luxuriated in the unfamiliar feel of underwear
pressed against her sensitive skin, and felt protected
for the first time that week. It was odd, though. She
didn't remember them being a size or so too small before.
Her bra and panties were so tight it was as if her
private, secret places were actually being held and even
massaged a little as she walked.
"It's that damned S.O. again," she thought bitterly. It
had managed to pervade every aspect of her life. She
couldn't even wear regular clothes now without getting
some kind of unwanted stimulation out of it. Well, she
was certain that today would see the last of it. She
would get the required pill or (ugh!) shot and her
nightmare would finally end.
Her journal was so far behind she didn't want to think
about it. What kind of undercover reporter was she,
anyway? she was so tied up with her own problems she
couldn't even successfully control a group of small
children, let alone write about the experience. All that
will end, however, after today. Tomorrow, she will
finally be able to function as the razor sharp
investigator she knew she could be, not to mention being
a perfect nanny for the children.
"Thank God!" she whispered. "Thank God!"
Looking in the mirror again, she knew she was actually
very overdressed for such an informal occasion as a
doctor's appointment, but it was her first chance to
really show her employer how sharp she could look when
she needed to. "Maybe it will help to finally get me out
of those damned nanny-suits and into some real clothes
for my child-caring duties," she thought hopefully.
Besides, it was her first chance to dress-up since coming
here and she wanted to show off.
She was still standing, lost in thought when one of the
servants hurried up and told her that the Mistress of the
House was waiting for her out front. Athena quickly
scampered out the front door, worried that she had been
keeping the formidable Mrs. Devereux waiting.
She was surprised to find not just Mrs. Devereux but two
children standing in front of a very large and luxurious
Mercedes sedan.
"It's a good opportunity for a little family outing,"
Devereux explained to Athena's questioning look. "Hope
you don't mind the extra company," she added dryly.
Athena immediately recognized the two girls. They were
two of the group who had been in the Play Room with her
that first disastrous Monday. "Oh, no!" Athena gushed in
what she hoped was her best 18-year-old manner. "Of
course not. It will be wonderful having little Sue and
Michelle with us!"
Even safely protected by her street clothes for a change,
her body reacted warmly at the still sharp memories of
what had happened to her that terrible day. Although she
now fully realized it was actually her own
responsibility, or rather the sickness know as S.O., for
what had happened that day, and that it really had
nothing to do with them, Athena still shivered a little
at the sight of the children whenever she encountered
them. There was just some unidentifiable thing about
those kids that made her very nervous indeed.
As she went smiling towards the happy group, she could
tell the two girls seemed very happy to see her. "This
will not be so bad," she thought, fondly remembering the
outings she had as a little girl with her own family.
"It might even be fun at that. At least nothing strange
can happen to her this time, especially in a car or in
public with Mrs. Devereux right there." She sighed in
relief. All she had to do was keep her traitorous body
under control until they reached the doctor, and she
would be safe. And she had the satisfaction of knowing
that there was certainly nothing sexy about a simple car
ride!
She saw that Sue was dressed conservatively for a child.
Michelle, on the other hand, was wearing a very bizarre
green leather outfit studded with small brass chains in
loops, crosses, and various geometric shapes. She
wondered if her mother ever tried to get her child
through an airport wearing that.
After joining them, Athena was more than a little
surprised when her employer suddenly tossed her the car
keys.
"I hate driving," was the quiet explanation.
With Mrs. Devereux in the bucket seat beside her and the
girls tucked in safely in the back, Athena took a few
moment to familiarize herself with the controls of the
strange car. "Thank God it's an automatic," she thought
as she started the engine and put the car into Drive.
The plush automobile glided silently away from the large
house as Devereux gave Athena directions to the local
interstate access.
It was once they were comfortably settled on the
interstate and her employer had put her seat back for a
short nap, that the children started to become active.
Although she repeatedly told them that it was dangerous
to do so, they had taken off their shoes and kept
climbing back and forth between the front and back seats,
even going over the napping Mrs. Devereux. When Michelle
set the cruise control for an astonished Athena, they
started climbing over her as well.
Michelle sat in her lap, wrapping her arms around the
protesting Athena's neck, and rubbing her body against
the nanny's chest. The girl's green leather outfit had
short brass chains fastened all over the front. As
Michelle rubbed her body across Athena's front, the
chains would catch the jacket's large silver buttons and
pull them right off. Soon the floor of the car was
littered with shiny buttons. Athena's jacket was now
completely opened and Michelle started next on the
unsuspecting Athena's blouse buttons.
Unfortunately, the chains did not only catch buttons, but
the tips of Athena's sensitive breasts as well. Suddenly
Athena saw stars as she felt her hyper-sensitive nipples
being somehow pulled and tweaked right through her
clothes. She was so distracted by the sensations that
she failed to notice what was happening to all of her
buttons, and how exposed she was becoming.
Sue, the smallest of the two girls, had meanwhile crawled
under the dashboard. Athena was first aware of her
presence when she felt her second pump leave her foot.
"No, Sue! Leave those alone, honey. I need my shoes.
I'll...I'll tear my stockings without them."
Athena jumped in her seat when she felt Sue's hands run
up her left leg under the short skirt. "Now what?" she
wondered worriedly. She was stunned when she felt her
nylon stocking start to slide down her leg! "Oh my God!"
worried Athena. "She's trying to save my stockings for
me."
She tried to escape the girl's hands, but there was no
where she could go. She was totally trapped! Even with
cruise-control, she still had to drive the damn car!
While Athena was totally distracted by Sue, Michelle
finished opening Athena's blouse, and began to slide her
deadly chains directly over the nanny's proud bra-covered
breasts.
After giving Sue sufficient time to remove Athena's
stockings, Michelle proceeded to the next phase. She
carefully inserted her right foot directly in front were
Athena's blouse was still neatly tucked into the
waistband of her skirt. She then pushed on her foot as
hard as she could and was satisfied by Athena's grunt of
surprise when Michelle's small heel slammed into Athena's
cunt.
"Oh, help me! Help me!" cried Michelle as she jumped
frantically around on Athena's lap, one leg seemingly
trapped inside the tight waistband. "I'm stuck! I'm
stuck!"
"Oh God!" cried a gasping Athena. Every time Michelle
jumped or moved, she made sure that her heel was in
serious, pounding, grinding contact with the crotchband
of Athena's tight panties. The blows of the girl's foot
on her cunt were driving her crazy. She had to get the
girl away from there, she just had to!
"Mrs. Devereux?" called out an anxious Athena. "Could
you help me? P-Please??" But Devereux continued to doze.
"Sue! You must help me get Michelle free
and...oof...quickly!"
"How?"
"You must reach up and (Oh God!) unfasten my skirt. OK,
honey? You must unfasten my skirt so that Michelle can
get free. Quickly now!"
The jumping Michelle's chains continued to catch Athena's
poor breasts, but the sudden assault on her crotch
blinded out everything. Even when the girl pushed the
bra cups completely up off of the swollen breasts and
started working the chains directly on the exposed
nipples, it was just one more thing overwhelming Athena's
already overworked nervous system.
While Sue was enthusiastically unfastening Athena's tight
skirt, the trapped Michelle suddenly stated she wanted to
help too. The dazed Athena soon felt her jacket being
pulled down her back by the girl, yet all she could do
was pull out of the sleeves to keep her arms free for the
steering wheel.
Once the skirt was loosened, Michelle still claimed to be
stuck, so a frantic Athena very reluctantly rose up over
her seat and, lifting the squirming Michelle just enough
with one arm to also get her off of the seat, asked Sue
to pull her skirt just down a little bit to free the
struggling Michelle's foot.
Of course, Sue took the opportunity and yanked on the
skirt a little too hard. It ended up down around
Athena's ankles. During the course of Sue's struggle to
pull down the skirt, she managed to hook the waistband of
Athena's soaked panties as well, and pull them down with
the skirt, leaving the helpless, gasping Athena to sit
back down and drive in just her open blouse and pushed-up
bra.
With her crotch now completely bared, Michelle changed
her tactics on the overwhelmed nanny. While making sure
her chains were in constant contact with Athena's
diamond-hard nipples, her small toes gently caressed
between her thighs the vulnerable sensitive flesh of
Athena's vulva. After hearing a small moan come from the
stricken woman, the toes began a seductive wiggle within
the hot, tight, well-lubricated vaginal passage.
Sue, meanwhile, had taken hold of the struggling Athena's
right foot and was seductively sucking on her well-formed
toes.
With all that was happening to her, Athena could barely
control the large car now. She steered with sightless
eyes, her whole being focused inward on the latest erotic
assault her body was receiving. She was conscious of
nothing save the electric shocks of pleasure she was
continuously receiving from her tormented nipples, and
the weird, wonderful sensations she was receiving from
her terribly abused vagina. Fortunately, traffic was
light at this time day (it was "game day" in Chicago) so
the car's swerving back and forth across the three lanes
caused no accidents, and those few who were on the
highway gave the obviously out-of-control car plenty of
room.
Seeing that the beautiful young woman was very close to
climax and quite unable to drive, Devereux quickly "woke"
from her nap and took the wheel from the totally overcome
Athena.
"OK, girls, back you go," she quietly ordered. The two
teenage Devereux nieces gave a last good-by caress to
their nice new sex toy, made sure that all of her clothes
were on the floor under her bare feet, and scampered
happily into the back seat.
Devereux took the auto out of Cruise Control, and left
the freeway at the first exit she came to. The dazed
Athena finally noticed her surroundings when the Mercedes
approached the end of the off-ramp and stopped at the red
light there.
"Oh, my! What happened?" she sheepishly asked as she
looked at the unfamiliar surroundings.
"You almost got us all killed, is what happened. Why on
earth didn't you say you couldn't drive?"
"B-But I can too drive!" Athena protested weakly. To
herself she thought, "What awful thing have I done now?"
"OK then, make a right here and pull in at the station
over there."
A terribly confused Athena took control of the steering
wheel from her obviously very angry employer and
carefully drove the car as directed. Soon they were
bumping their way onto the lot of a rather disreputable
looking, small independent gas station. Athena parked in
a clear area away from the single set of fuel pumps and
the office/garage building.
The last thing she remembered was that she had to have
Sue loosen her skirt because of something Michelle had
done. The leather of the seat felt very sensual and
pleasing on her surprisingly heated flesh and she
wondered dully if Sue had over-reacted and pulled her
skirt down a little too far.
Once she turned off the engine, the foggy Athena looked
down and was shocked to find how undressed she had become
during the drive. She was practically naked, right there
in the car! She felt something under her feet and was
shocked to see her fine clothes crumpled on the floor.
She leaned over to pick them up and gasped when she felt
her bare breasts on her bare legs.
"Oh no! I've done it again!" she gasped in her despair.
She swiftly gathered up her clothes in trembling hands.
Athena was surprised in the process to see many of her
buttons scattered across the floor, and she tried to pick
up as many of them as she could. When her clothes were a
confused pile on her lap, Athena was finally aware enough
to realize she had to get decent and fast. She moved to
button her blouse, but her right wrist was suddenly
caught in the iron grip of Devereux's left hand.
"Don't do that here," stated an obviously irritated Mrs.
Devereux. "You've done enough in this car already. Show
some pride in yourself, for God's sake! Don't do that in
the car in front of the children, use the restroom
instead! That's what it's for, you know? It's right
over there," indicating a rather rusty looking door at
the rear of the shabby station.
Devereux reached over and opened the driver's door for
the still befuddled Athena. "Out!" she commanded.
A suddenly frightened Athena covered herself with her
hands. "But...but you can't be serious. You can't expect
me to..."
Devereux quickly slid over and bodily pushed the
startled young woman out of the car. Her feet got
tangled with her dropped clothes and she fell heavily
onto a small patch of oil warmed by the hot asphalt of
the station. As soon as her bare buttocks touched the
thick, hot liquid, a squealing Athena leapt to her feet.
Devereux reached down and delicately picked up Athena's
soiled panties from the car floor. "Yes, I can," she
said very matter-of-factly. She carelessly tossed the
panties away from the car, then slammed and locked the
door in Athena's crest-fallen face. "You can enter when
you are finally decent for the children!" huffed Devereux
through the closed window, to the vast amusement of her
teenage nieces.
Athena stood with her mouth opened, completely stunned.
Things were happening much too fast and she had no idea
really what was going on here. All she knew at the
moment was that she was barely covered and now locked
outside of the car. The hot asphalt started to burn her
bare feet and she quickly gathered up her fallen
clothing. She covered herself as best she could, dashed
to where her panties lay, managed to pick them up on the
run, and sped bouncing towards the restroom door, trying
to cover her bare front as best she could. As she ran,
her oil-covered buttocks would frequently be revealed to
the delighted gaze of her three tormentors as her opened
blouse billowed in the wind.
It was only after she slammed going full tilt into the
hard steel with a loud "OOF!!", did Athena remember that
such doors were frequently locked. Knocked breathless by
the blow, Athena could only bend over at the waist, keep
her hands on her knees, and fight gasping for air, her
clothes a useless pile at her feet. As she gasped for
air, her breasts dangled freely out of the opened blouse,
while her buttocks were once again on display for anyone
who cared to look.
She realized with shame that she must look a sight, and
Athena desperately wanted to fix her appearance right
then. But Mrs. Devereux obviously thought otherwise, and
befuddled Athena knew she could only do so in the
restroom. Her employer seemed very concerned with the
effect her dressing would have on the children. Those
children!
In despair she realized that she must now walk around to
the front of the station, with her body practically
exposed and the hot oil on her bottom causing her to have
the strangest erotic sensations she had ever known.
A sharp blast from the horn told Athena of her employer's
growing impatience. "Oh, God!" she said. She had to
move now, otherwise she was afraid Mrs. Devereux might
just drive off and leave her here!
Finally able to breath more or less normally, Athena took
a deep breath. She stuffed her damp panties in her
jacket's left pocket, held up her clothes to cover as
much of her opened front as she could, then walked
determinedly around the building to the front of the
station, fighting back her tears every step of the way.
In a strange mix with her feelings of embarrassment and
humiliation, Athena quickly realized that she was very
turned on. Her entire body was electrified, and she was
feeling very on-edge. The hot oil, as it worked its way
between her rubbing buttocks and upper thighs, almost
made her climax just by walking to the office!
With trickles of vaginal fluids she could now feel
running down her inner thighs, she entered the station
office to find an attendant who could give her the key.
The grimy, fly-blown office was deserted, and Athena
didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She tried looking
desperately around, but there was no sign of any likely
key. A long, irritated blast of a car horn caused Athena
to cut her search short. In her highly excited state it
made her jump as if she had just been goosed.
"Oh, God. Here we go," she mumbled in despair, then
quickly moved through the connecting glass door into the
grimy garage.
There was a very beat-up automobile on the lowered lift,
and that was about all. Of signs of life, there were
none.
"H-hello? Is there a-anyone h-here?" Athena squeaked.
"Yea, I'm here, under the car," came a gruff, mildly
intoxicated voice from the center of the deserted garage.
Athena looked down and saw extending from under the car a
pair of very dirty overalls attached to heavy work shoes.
"What can I do you for, sweet cheeks?" the voice from
under the car said. From his restricted vantage point,
the mechanic could only see a fine dainty pair of very
feminine feet, slim pair of ankles and two very shapely
caves, but that was enough for him. "Shit, if it weren't
for this damned oil pan...!" he thought. "She would come
now."
Athena could only blurt out, "Restroom key?", so worried
was she about the spectacle she knew she must be
presenting.
"On the wall behind the desk in the office. Can't miss
it."
"T-thank y-you."
"Any time, darlin'!" the mechanic said cheerfully.
"Anytime!"
Athena went back into the office and sure enough the key,
attached to a 6-inch board with the words "RESTROOM"
burned into it in large capital letters, was hanging on
the wall right where it was supposed to be. She grabbed
the key and ran back around the building just as a large
van filled with people and suitcases was pulling up to
the pumps.
Inside the surprisingly clean, well-ordered restroom,
Athena paused for a moment to enjoy the overwhelming
feeling of safety she was experiencing right then.
However, she was soon aware of another, much stronger
feeling bubbling inside of her.
After her still perplexing experience in the car and her
recent near-nude dash around the gas station in broad
daylight, Athena found herself feeling suddenly very
tingly, very excited. It was the strangest sensation she
ever had! If the mechanic had entered the room right
then, she felt she could easily screw his socks off, and
then some.
She knew she had to get a grip on these run-away
emotions, or she would be soon in serious trouble. But,
try as she might she just could not get them out of her
head. She gingerly put down the clothes she was
carrying, then took off her blouse as well, being very
careful to avoid getting any spots on anything.
She started cleaning the oil off of her behind and
between her legs with paper towels. The problem was,
every time she touched or rubbed herself on her hyper-
sensitive crotch with the rough towels, she saw stars for
a moment and could hardly breath. Bizarre, erotic
visions of a nude Danielle and even Mrs. Devereux would
then go dancing in her head would not leave her alone.
When she could wipe herself off no longer, she threw her
most recent pile of dirty towels away and thoroughly
washed her hands. When she felt her hands were clean
enough to handle her clothes, she first slipped into her
comfortable pumps. She then put on her bra, blouse and
jacket, but left everything unfastened.
Her body had reached such a peak of excitement that by
the time Athena went to fix her bra her hands were
shaking. In reaching up to pull the bra cups down over
her tingling breasts, she accidentally grazed her nipples
with the palms of her hands.
"AHH!" she yelled. Her knees went weak and she had to
hang on to the sink for a moment for support. "S.O.!"
she said desperately. "It's that God-damned S.O.!!"
Again with shaking hands, Athena reached up once more to
fix her bra. Suddenly, she was seized by an insane
impulse. She pulled her bra off instead, along with her
blouse and jacket.
Naked except for her shoes, Athena stood trembling in
front of the mirror, cupping her quivering breasts in her
now violently shaking hands. She had never touched
herself like that before, and it shocked her that she
could do it so readily now. Tears began streaming down
her face, yet she still couldn't let go of her own
breasts. She held her thighs and knees tightly together,
trying to stifle the incredible fires burning out of
control in her pussy. Athena felt soiled, yet it was so
satisfying she simply could not resist! She hefted her
breasts, feeling their pleasing weight and firmness for
the first time.
"No wonder the children are so fascinated by them," she
said wonderingly.
"You slut!" she thought bitterly, the voice in her head
sounding suddenly very much like her mother's. "What in
hell do you think you are doing? Get dressed and get
back out to the car, idiot!"
"Why?" she replied. "Why can't I do this? I don't
understand why I need it, but I do. I need it very
badly."
"Slut!" the voice cried. "What if someone should come in
and see you like this?"
"Oh, come on, get real. No one can come in," she
pleaded. "It's a restroom and very private. I'm safe
here. I even locked the door. Didn't I?"
She heard a faint sound outside the entrance. As Athena
glanced worriedly at the door, it flew open. Her mouth
dropped open in shock as her hands paralyzed into painful
claws. To her horror she found that she could not let go
of herself! A person was standing in the doorway and she
was frozen in full view without clothes touching herself!
The suddenness of the bright sunlight spilling into the
dim room blinded her for a moment, then her eyes cleared
enough to reveal a blonde cherub standing in the doorway.
A small, very angelic-looking if somewhat chubby young
girl stood in the opened doorway, and looked
mischievously at her. "Are you done?" she announced
loudly. "'Cause I have to go to the Bathroom!"
"Little girl, you know you should always knock before
entering a restroom," an overwhelmed Athena automatically
said in her most proper nanny-voice. She was still
holding her breasts, her mind totally lost in a world of
awesome sensuality and shame.
"Oh, phooey!" said the cherub.
Feeling a breeze, Athena looked down and saw herself as
that child must be seeing her. Devastated, she finally
returned to earth. Almost fainting from the humiliation
at being caught like this, she covered her breasts with
her right arm and frantically began grabbing at her
fallen clothes with her left. The cherub, quick as a
bunny, streaked into the room, picked up Athena's bra
from the floor, then ran out, waving it over her head and
yelling "Mommy, Mommy! Look what I found!!"
Seeing she was alone once again, Athena bitterly slammed
the door shut, then locked it with a vengeance.
Athena stood quietly, listening to the silence. She felt
incredibly dirty all of a sudden, and couldn't endure the
thought of getting dressed in what was left of her good
outfit feeling like that. She carefully set aside her
clothes, wetted some paper towels, and quickly washed
herself off, biting her lower lip whenever the wonderful,
hated sensations got to be too much for her. When she
was finished, she still did not really feel clean, and
was anything but calm, but another shrill blast from the
car horn made her swiftly get dressed anyway.
She looked for her bra, then remembered what had happened
to it. "That's just fucking great!" she shouted. Her
breasts were painfully swollen and very sensitive. It
was just what she needed right now, having them loose and
unprotected under her blouse.
Athena took a moment to survey the wreckage of her
remaining clothes. Her stocking were a total loss, and
she threw them away. Her jacket had lost all of its
buttons. Her blouse at least still had a few and she
prayed they would be enough to protect her modesty until
she could find a sewing kit or buy another one after her
doctor's visit.
She picked up her panties and found the crotchband to be
incredibly damp with her secretions. She was going to
dry them with paper towels, but another horn blast caused
her to just slip them on as they were. She could feel
the panties squish seductively as she reluctantly pulled
the tight garment against her hips and crotch.
"Oh!" she gasped, as new astonishing sensations radiated
from her traitorous crotch. She had to take hold of the
sink a precious moment to get her breath back.
Athena couldn't believe it. She had almost climaxed from
just putting on her underwear. It was as if everything
was conspiring against her today. No matter what she
did, she kept becoming incredibly turned on. And there
seemed to be nothing she could do about it!
The only explanation was that her S.O. must be really
running out of control now. She realized that,
regardless of what else might happen, she couldn't let
anything stop her. Her only hope of salvation now was to
reach the doctor as soon as possible.
Athena quickly put on her blouse, then her skirt. After
making sure she was properly fastened, she noticed with
dismay her prominent nipples clearly outlined underneath
the sheer blouse. "Oh, God," she groaned. "She'll never
let me back in!"
A series of sharp, fast blasts of the horn told Athena
that she was out of time. She threw her suit jacket over
her left arm and walked quickly to the car, acutely
conscious of how her breasts were gently bobbing
underneath her blouse, and how the errect nipples,
sliding repeatedly across the slick fabric, were so
prominently displayed through the thin material.
"This isn't going to work at all!" Athena moaned. She
stopped and slipped her suit jacket on, and was rewarded
by yet another series of horn blasts. Not able to button
it, she ran the remaining distance, heedless of how her
firm, dancing breasts were showing through the opened
jacket and the missing buttons of her blouse to the
amused trio waiting in the car.
She opened the door and hopped into the driver's seat,
under the baleful stare of her employer.
"Are you finally ready, Miss Valentine, or do we have
another delay to look forward to?" Devereux asked coolly.
"I-I'm f-fine," stuttered a very nervous Athena as she
closed the heavy car door. As she started the engine,
Athena wondered how much more trouble could she get into
with this demanding woman.
As she put the car into gear, all Athena's dazed mind
could think of was how the plush leather upostry was
deliciously pressing up against the sopping crotch band
of her panties. Consequently, it should not have come as
such a surprise to her when she mistakenly put the car
into Reverse instead of Drive and backed smartly into
some oil storage drums.
"Oh My God!" she cried as the car shook from the impact.
"Wonderful," steamed Devereux, while the gleeful children
in back cheered and applauded.
"OUT!" commanded Devereux, and the now sobbing Athena
opened the door and staggered from the car.
Athena was devastated. Covering her face with her hands,
she could only repeatedly say, "I'm so sorry," between
racking sobs.
Devereux went back to inspect the damage (slight), then
opened the trunk and pulled out a small raised seat. She
went around to the driver's side and placed the seat on
top of the driver's seat.
She took the still sobbing young woman by the shoulders
and fiercely shook her until the surprised Athena
uncovered her face and looked at her.
"Snap out of it!" Devereux hissed. "Special problems or
not, I've had just about all I care to take from you,
young lady. Now go sit in the back with the other
children!"
Ashamed beyond words, Athena meekly got into the back of
the car, where the girls made room for her right between
them.
"By the way," Devereux said matter-of-factly as she
climbed up into her special car seat and shut the door.
"Did you loose something recently?"
Athena, busy with cleaning her face with the car's
tissues, helpfully being supplied to her by the grinning
children, feverishly prayed that Mrs. Devereux wasn't
talking about her bra.
"Well, have you?" quietly demanded her employer as they
drove from the garage.
After blowing her nose yet again, Athena knew she should
say something, but what could she say that would not make
a bad situation only worse?
"Ah, no," she sniffed very quietly. "Nothing."
The trip was very quiet after that. Even the children,
when they were not sneaking glances at Athena's bare
breasts through the missing buttons of her blouse,
settled in with portable video games they had brought.
Fortunately for Athena, the remaining distance to the
doctor's building wasn't very far at all, or she felt her
strained nerves would surely crack from all of the
tension she was under. Thankfully, at least her sexual
fire dampened a little after her accident with the car,
although she was very aware it could rise up again at any
time.
It was as they pulled into the well-lighted underground
parking lot that Athena finally started to relax. At
last she was at the doctor's. She was truly confident
felt that everything was going to be all right from now
on. The car rolled gracefully to a stop and the children
quickly opened both back door to exit the car.
Athena's heart stopped when a small white bundle
fluttered over the seats from the front and landed on her
lap. She reached down automatically to pick it up and
froze when she saw what it was. It was a bra with her
name neatly printed along the back strap. It was hers!
She wanted to ball it up before Mrs. Devereux saw it, but
it was of course already too late for anything like that.
"Oh God! Oh God!" she thought. She had been caught by
her employer yet again!
Sue's happy voice filled her ears. "Some lady brought
that over while you were still in the ladies room and
asked if it belonged to any of us."
"Well, young woman?" demanded Devereux. "What have you
to say for yourself this time?"
"Oh God! Oh God!" she thought. "What can I say? How
could I possibly explain what happened?"
Wishing she were dead, a deeply blushing Athena could
only bow her head, her golden hair covering her face,
with her stolen bra clutched loosely in her right hand,
and say nothing.
"I thought so," Devereux said, twisting the knife.
"Since you seem to have trouble dressing as well as
eating, I guess the children will have to help you there,
too. OK, girls. Get your Nanny dressed for her doctor's
visit, please."
Gleefully, the two girls reached and practically dragged
Athena's jacket off. The blouse took longer, with much
fumbling of the remaining buttons in their small hands,
until finally that too was off.
"But the doors!" Athena blurted, but to no avail.
Athena was forced to calmly sit topless in the back seat,
with both doors wide open, and allow the children to
dress her. It was agonizing! It took several tries for
them to figure out the correct way for Athena's bra to
fit. Whenever Athena could stand their unintentional
teasing no longer and tried to stop them, she would
receive a hand slap on the wrist and a sharp verbal
rebuke from her employer. "You had your chance, nanny,"
she would snarl, her voice filled with mock disgust at
Athena's weakness. "Let the little children dress you
now!"
By the time Athena had been dressed, she wanted to cry.
She knew that her employer had only the best intentions
in mind whenever she did things like this, making the
children help her when she was having problems, but
still! It was really humiliating! She was after all a
full-grown woman, not some helpless little baby who
needed the constant attention of others.
There was another problem with the children helping her.
No matter how or why the children tried to help her,
whenever it happened the effect was always maddeningly
the same. Their unconscious touching from their inexpert
fumbling drove her mad! Athena knew that they were
fascinated with her body, and delighted in any
opportunity to touch and explore, even her most private
of places. What everyone failed to realize was that she
was especially vulnerable right now, reacting wildly to
the slightest and most innocent of contacts!
Her wonderful breasts had been teased unmercifully.
Terribly swollen, they were now painfully restrained by
her bra. Her breathing had become quite ragged, and
sweat had broken out all over her body. The two girls,
obviously not experienced in handling women's clothing,
slowly and clumsily dressed her, all the while touching,
even caressing her proud, high-set breasts and nipples,
until the frustrated Athena was ready to scream.
If it was not for the presence of her employer looking
disdainfully at her, Athena, pushed beyond endurance,
would have actually pleaded for mercy with the very
children she was here to care for. "It's too much!" her
befuddled mind thought. "Why is it always too much?"
What she really wanted right now, she realized
frantically, was a blessed release. The pressure had
been built up within her all that morning to the point
where she felt she would go mad. After all of the
unwanted climaxes she had endured this week, now that she
desperately wanted to cum, needed it to happen, it
wouldn't. Everything would bring her body to the brink,
yet today of all days something was always preventing her
from having an orgasm. Athena knew she was a good girl,
but something within her had gotten loose and the
frazzled reporter wanted to get it under control before
she had to endure a visit to the doctor's. What if she
went crazy and did something terrible like climax while
she was there in the middle of an examination? They just
might think she really was insane and lock her up or
something. She had to get a grip on her crazed emotions
before seeing the doctor, she just had to!
*****
Athena sat in a small, sparingly decorated doctor's
waiting room. She saw in a wall-mirror that, except for
a slight flush, she looked quite normal, like any well-
groomed young woman patiently waiting for her appointment
to begin. A quick visit to the office restroom had done
wonders to clean up her appearance. Her soiled panties
proved to be beyond hope, re-soaked completely through
with her latest vaginal fluids. She would have thrown
them away but the fear of what the doctor or nurse might
think if they should notice she was not wearing any
panties on such a formal occasion. It was bad enough not
to be wearing stockings with such a short skirt.
Besides, she knew that this was the one day that she
required as much protection from herself as possible.
Normally, sitting in the waiting room, she would be
nervous waiting to see a doctor. Being poked and prodded
by some man in a white coat wasn't high on her to-do
list. But today she was actually glad, because now she'd
find out why her body seemed to be running out of control
ever since she boarded the plane to Chicago for her first
undercover assignment. Just an innocent touch now would
make her light headed and send her body into orbit.
There was a medical reason for it, Spontaneous Orgasm,
Mrs. Devereux called it. OK, she reasoned. The doctor
would give her something, and her life would be back to
normal.
She saw the nurse in white come towards her but, her
jangled nerves on fine edge, she still jumped when the
girl said, "Miss Valentine, Doctor Hill will see you
now."
The girl seemed a little young to be a nurse, Athena
thought, as she followed her back to the examination
room.
Curiously got the better of her. She just had to know
why the girl was so young. "I hope I'm not prying, but
you look rather young to be a nurse."
The girl blushed and answered, "Thanks! Boy, when you
get old it's nice to hear someone say you still look
young. I'll be 19 next week!"
"Oh, really. 19," Athena replied trying not to sound
surprised. God, just what she needed was another child
she had to deal with, with the problems she'd been
having. She read the name tag on what now seemed to be a
little too short nurse's uniform, 'Charlie.' "That's an
unusual name for a pretty girl?"
"I guess it is, isn't it? My dad wanted a boy, so when
he found out I wasn't, I still got named Charlie."
"I see."
"Now Miss Valentine would you please remove all your
clothes and put this on. Please," Charlie said smiling
at Athena, handing her a small examination gown.
Athena looked at the small gown with concern. It
couldn't possibly cover very much of her at all. "I
don't need to put this on, I already know what's wrong
with me. I have Spontaneous Orgasm," Athena said, as she
looked hopefully at the young nurse.
"Sorry," Charlie giggled. "You still have to put it on.
Otherwise, she just wont see you." With a smile, she
turned and exited the small room, closing the door behind
her.
"What's so funny about what I have?" Athena thought
indignantly. She knew through bitter experience it was
certainly no laughing matter. It was quite embarrassing,
really, having her body go off like a damned Fourth of
July rocket for no other reason but someone innocently
brushing up against your breast or something.
She looked around for a curtain to change behind or
something, but there didn't seem to be any. She had to
hurry and put on the gown before the doctor arrived. For
some reason that she couldn't understand, she didn't want
to be caught undressing in front of the doctor when 'HE'
came in. She had already done enough public nudity for a
lifetime, thank you, and certainly didn't want to repeat
the experience in front of a total stranger, even if he
was a doctor.
Mrs. Devereux and her nieces sat in a private room right
next to Athena's, watching a large video screen. Her
eyes glinted evilly as she reached down and turned a knob
labeled 'Doctor's Office' to 85 degrees. "We don't want
our Miss Valentine to catch a chill, now do we girls?"
she murmured.
Devereux was going to enjoy seeing how the lovely
reporter handled her little exam. She knew how exciting
and humiliating it was going to be for her new nanny.
She almost felt sorry for her, especially after what she
had already gone through today. But, it certainly
promised to be very exciting. She couldn't wait to see
the family's reaction when she shows them the video tape
of this!
Athena was relieved that it wasn't as cold as it usually
was in most doctors' offices. She quickly took off her
jacket and folded it neatly and put it on a small empty
stand located next to the examination table. Her skirt
quickly followed, then her blouse, and shoes. Athena
stood a moment in the small room in just her bra and
panties, shivering despite the fact that it seemed to be
getting a little warmer. Looking nervously at the door,
she unhooked her bra and placed it on her pile of
clothes.
She looked down to see her nipples were hard once again.
"Why must this to start happening to me now?" she
thought, as she bought her hands up and rubbed them,
trying to soften them. But all she did was make them
harder and now her breasts were beginning to tingle.
Athena next took off her panties. Again she felt a
tingling, this time between her legs. She didn't want to
look because she knew what she would find. She stood
nervously looking at the door, then leaned back against
the high table and spread her shapely legs just far
enough to see that not only was she getting wet, but her
clit was hard as well. "Not now," she groaned, staring
down at her excited sex. "Oh, God! Please, please, not
now!"
Athena stood for a moment staring down at her trimmed
blonde pubic triangle, and wondered despairingly again
why this was happening. What had she done to cause this
terrible arousal in herself? She used to be able to go
for months and not even think about sex. Now even in her
dreams all she could think about were the exciting way
either the children or Mrs. Devereux's hands felt as they
would innocently, but teasingly always end up touching
her private places, and how marvelous it always felt,
even while she was hating it.
Athena closed her eyes and let her mind wander. The ride
up had somehow made her so excited she wanted to scream
in her frustration. Her right hand slowly drifted down,
lightly running her finger through the soft hairs of her
lovely blonde mound. She smiled as she suddenly thought
about Danielle's tall naked body casually moving around
their room like nudity was a normal way of life.
Devereux watched as Athena's left hand went hand went to
her breasts and tugged at her nipples, while her right
continued to massage her pubic mound. "She is coming
along nicely, girls. You've really outdone yourselves
this time."
"Thanks, Aunt Jacquelyn," Michelle said, her burning eyes
fixed on the screen. "It was nothing at all."
"Yea, Aunt Jacquelyn," sighed Sue, who was already
masturbating under her little-girl's costume at the
though of what was to come. "It was pure pleasure."
Devereux could almost smell her sex as Athena's index
finger slid not once but twice into her simmering blonde
hole. All she could hear from the room was a sweet
purring sound coming from deep in the beautiful young
woman's sculptured throat as she began to inexpertly
tease her clit.
"Not just yet my sweet Miss Valentine," Devereux
thought, as she pushed a button signaling the doctor. It
was time for the real fun to begin.
"Good morning, Miss Valentine! I'm Doctor Hill."
Athena's eyes popped open, when she heard a female
voice. Desperately trying to cover her naked body with
her left hand, a cringing Athena automatically extended
her right hand to greet the exotic-looking woman who was
walking towards her. Blushing from embarrassment, Athena
said, "Doctor Hill! I was just...."
The doctor took Athena's hand in a firm grasp for a few
moments, mindful of the wet vaginal fluids still on it,
as she enjoyed the remarkably unsuccessful efforts of her
new patient as she tried to cover herself.
"You were just changing. I know," the doctor said in a
very understanding tone. She finally released Athena's
hand and watched as the young woman still tried to
nonchalantly shield her delicious body from her sharp
eyes.
"Why don't you call me Jackie? I don't like the word
'doctor.' It makes people so uncomfortable, don't you
think? And if a patient is uncomfortable, then so is the
exam. So go ahead and finish what you were doing, and
I'll just wait a moment," Jackie said, sounding very
professional, but thinking quite the opposite. Mrs.
Devereux was absolutely correct about the delectable Miss
Valentine. She was a rare beauty. She was going to
enjoy her time with Mrs. Devereux's gorgeous new nanny.
Athena wished she could die. The doctor had caught her
touching herself right in her office, and she was almost
sure the woman even suggested that she ought to continue.
What could be more humiliating? She quickly put on the
dressing gown, thinking at least this would help hide the
fact that she was now quite wet and that her nipples were
achingly hard.
The doctor reveled in the secret knowledge that the gown
was a special one picked out for just this little game.
It was smooth on the outside, but was deliberately a
little rough on the inside. The gown was designed to rub
just enough to keep nipples as wonderful and as sensitive
as Athena's quite hard, if she wanted it to or not. The
gown opened down the front, instead of down the back like
the standard hospital gown. There were no fasteners.
Athena would be forced to be constantly trying to keep it
closed, but by doing so would rub the fabric against her
nipples, inadvertently helping to keep them nice and
hard. The gown was short, in fact it was very short. It
ended only an inch below her shapely bottom, and any
movement at all would show off the lower half her shapely
behind and a good portion of her mouth-watering pussy.
As Athena put on the gown, she soon realized that, as she
had first feared, it was not going to do much to cover
her body at all. Not only was it short, God, if she
moved anyone could see the bottom curve of her behind,
not to mention her pussy. And it was open in the front,
not the back. You couldn't even tie it closed, because
there were no draw strings to be found. "What a cheap
gown!" she thought. And the make matter even worse, when
she tried to keep it closed, the material seemed to
irritate her poor nipples, keeping then uncomfortably
hard, and her breasts all a-tingle.
Athena stood clutching at the ridiculous gown, one hand
at her breasts and the other at the gown's hem. Despite
the way the doctor tried to put her at ease, she was
becoming quite nervous. Athena found she was even
beginning to sweat. A few droplets formed, then dripped
down so she could feel them hanging on the bottoms of her
proud firm breasts.
Standing in the middle of the room trying not to look
embarrassed, Athena smiled weakly, and clutched the gown
ever tighter, causing the rough material to tickle her
nipples.
Waiting for the Doctor to begin, she automatically gave
Jackie a closer look. She didn't seem to be much older
than her, maybe 24 or 25. She was also quite pretty with
short dark hair, which was cut very professionally. Her
face was simply gorgeous, and so was her figure. Large
high breasts, slender waist, and beautifully tapered
hips. Athena had only worked for Mrs. Devereux a short
time, but she didn't remember meeting woman in her circle
who wasn't pretty. That was odd, now that she thought of
it.
Again she couldn't help but wonder about the staff here.
"You look rather young to be a doctor, er, Doctor Hill,"
Athena said, smiling the best she could, as a drop of
sweat dropped from the bottom of her left breast and ran
down her stomach then into her deep belly button, making
her tremble.
"Please call me Jackie. Yes, I am young, but I assure
you that I'm quite capable of handing anything that comes
my way," she replied with a small, secret smile.
"Sorry, Jackie. I just...," Athena replied, shivering
despite being a little warmer now.
The doctor cut her off. "Why don't you have a seat and
we can get a few questions out of the way before we start
your physical," Jackie told her, pointing to the small
examination bed.
Hearing the word 'physical' sent shock waves through
Athena's overheated body. The thought of having anyone
touch her right now with the way her body was reacting
was something she desperately did not want. "I don't
need a physical, really!! I already know what's wrong
with me," Athena quickly said.
"Do you now? And what might that be?"
"Mrs. Devereux said I have something called S.O.,
Spontaneous Orgasm."
"I see. Is Mrs. Devereux a doctor?"
"No, but, she..."
"Why don't we do the physical anyway, so we can see if
my findings match that of Mrs. Devereux, shall we?"
said Doctor Hill, trying not to smile when she heard what
Mrs. Devereux had told the young woman.
The confident sound of Doctor Hill's voice made what she
had just said seem so witless. She was right, Athena
realized. What medical knowledge did Mrs. Devereux have?
Maybe there was something else wrong with her, at that.
So Athena walked over to the table, attempting to take
tiny steps so the short gown would at least try to cover
her. When she got to the table, it seemed to be quite
high. The only way she could get up on it was to put
both hands on the edge, then hop up. Athena quickly
glanced over her shoulder to see if the Doctor was
watching. She seemed to be writing something on her clip
board, so Athena quickly hopped up on the table.
Devereux smiled as she watched Athena rise up and
down on her toes several times, so she could spring board
onto the table. She watched wantonly as Athena's gown
twirled up around her waist, as she finally hopped up on
the table and then spun forward to sit down.
Athena didn't see Jackie covertly watching the enticing
little show. "Mrs. Devereux did pick a special one," she
thought again.
Athena quickly sat up and smoothed the gown, trying to
cover everything the best she could. She had to put her
hand in her lap to hide her pussy that she was sure was
now partly exposed.
Jackie walked over and pushed a button on the side of the
table. The entire table slowly lowered two feet and was
now quite low. Athena cursed under her breath, "She
could have done that earlier."
"Now I'm going to ask you about 20 questions about
yourself, so we can get a little background on you,"
Jackie said smiling, and she pull her left hand on
Athena's knee.
Athena looked down nervously, hoping the doctor
would remove it. But, using her right hand, Jackie
placed the clipboard on the table next to her and started
writing on it.
She started with the first question "Your full name?"
Jackie asked, as she gently squeezed Athena's knee.
The Doctor droned on through the form, and Athena had to
answer question after question, some surprisingly
personal. As the seemingly endless series of questions
continued, Athena found she was having increasing trouble
sitting still, as the Doctor's hand was slowly inching
its way up toward the bottom of the gown. Athena wanted
to say something, but after watching Dr. Hill's face
Athena could tell she didn't seem to realized that she
was doing it. Athena didn't want to embarrass the Doctor
by saying anything. She probably didn't even know she
was doing it, the act seemed so natural. Besides Jackie
wasn't really doing anything but resting her hand on her
bare leg, anyway.
Still, Athena tried to casually move away backwards, but
without the use of her hands (she didn't want to let go
of her gown or it would fall open), she was stuck where
she was. Finally the doctor's hand was high enough to
slide under the hem and touch her pubic hair. Athena
jumped from the contact.
"You need to calm down, Athena. You don't mind me
calling you Athena do you?" the doctor asked softly as
her two fingers ran through the soft blonde mound of her
very nervous patient.
"A-Athena is find, but w-would you pleeease...."
Before she could finish, the doctor had taken her hand
away and used it to hold the clipboard. Briskly she
asked, "Could I please what?"
Now Athena was the one embarrassed. She now knew the
doctor really didn't realize that she was doing anything.
"My God!" she though, ashamed. "I'm seeing sex
everywhere now!" Athena's mind raced for something to
say to cover up her terrible mistake, then she had it.
"Would you please, Jackie, tell me what perfume you're
wearing?"
"Passion. It's heavenly, isn't it?"
"Yes it is." Dr. Hill's perfume was very nice, almost
like something Danielle would have worn. The heavenly
aroma seemed to be making her a little light headed. No,
it wasn't the perfume, Athena reasoned, she was just
warm.
"OK," the doctor said. "Part One is completed, and now
it time to start Part Two, the exam."
Athena's breath steadied somewhat when Dr. Hill took her
hand away. But she was uncomfortably warm now, so
she took her hand away from the top of her gown, to wipe
several drops of sweat off her upper lip. The gown
quickly fell open, exposing her attractive cleavage that
was now glistening with sweat.
"I think I've warmed Miss Valentine up enough for now."
Mrs. Devereux muttered to herself, as she turned the knob
down to 72.
Jackie's eyes fell right on Athena's exposed chest for a
brief moment, fighting the urge to reach up and grab the
beautiful orbs. She looked back at Athena's nervous
face. "Today will be a little different from my usual
exams. I'll be showing my new assistant the proper way
each part of the exam should be done. I hope you don't
mind."
Athena's brain boggled. Did she hear her right!? There
was going to be someone else in the room helping? No,
that wasn't something she wanted or needed right now,
especially the way her body could run out of control at
any moment.
"I don't think I can do this right now," Athena
explained. "I'd better leave."
As Athena tried to get up, Jackie put one hand on her
shoulder and pushed her back down on the table. "One;
there isn't anything to worry about. And two; if you
don't get a check up, I know for a fact that Mrs.
Devereux will be very angry. I had to rearrange my
schedule a great deal to accommodate her request for your
appointment today."
"Oh, God!" Athena thought. She had completely forgotten
about Mrs. Devereux! Besides, the woman was completely
right, why was she acting so nervous about this? She was
a doctor, and was just doing her job. And without this
check up, Mrs. Devereux might be upset enough to perhaps
fire her yet.
"I'm sorry," Athena apologized. "It's just I've been
feeling a little out of sorts lately."
"Quite understandable. Which is the reason why you are
here. Now wait while I go get my nurse and my new
assistant."
Athena sat in the empty room trying to sort out why she
was so nervous. This was just going to be a normal exam.
She had them before, twice in fact. At least she
wouldn't have to worry about some male doctor pawing at
her. The thought of some man touching her disgusted her
for some reason. Jackie, Dr. Hill, was a female and
she'd be much more gentle when the exam would get...well,
personal. God, she didn't even want to think of the
embarrassing things complete physicals contained. She
sat nervously, with her legs crossed at the ankles
swinging them back and forth, as she bit her lower lip.
Athena looked more like a nervous five year old, then a
21-year old college graduate.
The door to the examining room opened and in walked
Athena's examination team.
"Athena you know Charlie, my nurse," said the doctor.
"She is required by law to be here, by the way. And this
is Miranda. She will be helping me with your exam
today."
The three entered the room, the doctor followed by
Charlie and finally Miranda. Miranda was a striking
beautiful Latin girl, about the same age as Jackie. As
with both Jackie and Charlie, Miranda was very shapely,
with the largest dark eyes Athena had ever seen. They
gave the girl a very trusting look of complete innocence.
"Hi! I hope you're not as nervous as I am," Miranda said,
walking over to Athena and put her hand on Athena's right
knee. She then slid her hand up until her fingers could
almost reach under the gown. Athena put her hands down
on the table and slid back away from Miranda's fingers,
forgetting about the gown that now fell completely open,
showing all three women most of her shapely high-set
breasts, and her golden mound.
"You're my first," Miranda bubbled as she slid her finger
even higher, almost touching Athena's pussy before taking
it away. "So I know I'm nervous."
She openly looked at Athena's proud breasts that were
right in front of her. Athena blushed, and quickly
pulled the gown closed, rubbing the rough fabric against
her nipples yet again, causing her highly sensitive
breasts to renew their distracting tingling.
"Sorry, I didn't intend to stare," apologized Miranda
contritely. "I'm just fascinated by them, your breasts I
mean. I'm studying to be a plastic surgeon, you see, so
I really didn't mean to embarrass you or anything. It's
just a bad habit."
"That's enough Miranda. You don't need to tell Athena
your life story," said Dr. Hill sternly.
"Sorry, I talk to much," Miranda replied, looking back at
Athena. She couldn't wait to get her hands on the very
pretty Miss Valentine.
"Now Athena, Charlie will be recording our findings,
right here on this clip board," Jackie said, handing it
to Charlie, "while Miranda and I do your exam. I'm sure
you will be happy to learn that we shall be skipping some
of the more routine things, because we have a new
procedure that will later do all of them at once. First,
though, we will be doing a breast exam. So, if you would
lower your gown, please, we can get started."
Athena looked at all three, all of whom seemed to be
staring right at her chest. It was just her heated
imagination, she told herself, as she pushed the gown off
her shoulders and let it fall down around her waist.
"Now Athena, if you'd please put your arms up, then lock
your fingers behind your neck."
Devereux slid her hand down and slowly rubbed her
nipples through her blouse, as she watched Athena raise
her arms, and lock her fingers behind her neck. Athena's
firm breasts lifted up and were now proudly displayed.
Sue and Michelle had given in the high sexual tension and
were now naked and 69ing each other on the carpeted
floor, the tight body wrappings which served to conceal
their true ages scattered over the room.
"Now Miranda, watch carefully, and I'll show you the
proper way."
Dr. Hill began to press her fingers into Athena's lovely
firm right breast, making small circles around her
nipple. As she continued the exam, Miranda moved closer
to watch what the doctor was doing. As she leaned in,
she again put her hand right on Athena's thigh.
Athena was trying to sit still but the doctor was now
getting closer and closer to her sensitive nipple as she
kept on pressing in smaller and smaller circles.
"Now, what we're doing here is checking for any lumps
that might be forming."
Try as she might to ignore it, Athena was starting to
enjoy the feeling of the doctor's hands on her breast.
She kept telling herself, "It's just an innocent exam."
She even gave them to herself, but never did it feel this
good before. She closed her eyes, so she could just
enjoy the unexpected yet still innocent sensations.
Seeing Athena close her eyes, Miranda moved closer with
her hand, sliding it up so it was resting right next to
Athena's pussy. As Athena's mind drifted off, Miranda's
finger rubbed against Athena's pussy lips, causing her to
slightly squirm around on the table.
"Athena, you have to sit still, please," the doctor said
sternly. "Now, Miranda, I'd like you to exam Athena's
left breast."
Quickly the two of them changed places. Miranda happily
clutched Athena's left mound of firm breast flesh. She
openly toyed with Athena's left breast, not even trying
to hide the fact that she was squeezing it between her
fingers. As Miranda played with Athena's puffy left
nipple, Dr. Hill put her hand right on Athena's sex and
with her fingers spread the damp lips open.
Athena knew something was different but couldn't figure
out what. She tried to sneak a look down but she
couldn't see anything, what with both of Miranda's hands
on her left breast, and the doctor leaning forward to
watch. She quickly closed her eyes again, so that it
wouldn't appear as if she were immature enough not to
really trust what these medical professionals were doing
to her.
There seemed to be something now playing with her pussy.
Athena wanted to say something. But what if she was
wrong again? She was always imagining things lately.
Just yesterday she thought the children were actually
playing with her while she sat at the breakfast table.
But it couldn't have been, they were children after all.
Children didn't do those things. Any such feelings were
all in her mind then, as they certainly were now.
Despite it all being in her head, her body was still
starting to get very excited. Athena didn't want to
embarrass herself in front of all these women, by getting
turned on by a simple breast exam. Or, even worse,
possibly even cumming. She would just die if that
happened again. She would feel humiliated for life. But
she knew if the exam wasn't over soon, very soon, it
might just happen. She kept her eyes closed, thinking
that it would help get her mind off the feelings that was
running unchecked through her body.
Dr. Hill knew Athena was close to cumming by just the way
her body began to tremble under her hand. She fought the
urge to make her climax right then, when she could just
make out a delightful moan coming from Athena's throat.
No, that wouldn't be as fun she knew, until she let the
pressure build up in Athena until the girl begged for it.
That's what the doctor enjoyed, was having women beg for
release.
Miranda and Dr. Hill exchanged looks, then both took
their hands away at the same time. The watched with keen
interest how Athena's face slowly changed its expression
from lust to embarrassment.
Athena's body suddenly went from being seemingly
teased toward orgasm to now being very empty. With
the erotic feelings quickly leaving her body once again
that day, she reached up and unconsciously grabbed her
breasts which now suddenly felt so lonely.
"Athena!" The doctor said, trying to sound surprised.
Athena's mind cleared enough for her to open her eyes.
They were all smiling at her. Then she looked down to
find her hands on her breasts. She quickly put then down
in her lap, only to find that her pussy was wet as well.
"I-I'm sorry. I-I don't know w-what came o-over me,"
Athena stammered, totally humiliated to find herself
playing with her breasts right in front of the doctor and
her two assistants.
"No need to be embarrassed Athena," the doctor said
patiently. You're not the first woman to get a little
excited by a breast exam, and I'm sure you won't be the
last."
That did make Athena feel a tiny bit better. But, she
still couldn't believe what she had just been doing.
Athena was miserable. She realized that in the space of
a single day she had quickly gone from a lifetime of
proper behavior to a point where all she wanted to do was
constantly touch her body to achieve her now aching need
for sexual fulfillment! "My God!" she wondered. "What
has happened to me? What am I becoming?"
"Why don't we get you something to calm you down before
we continue?"
"That would be wonderful," Athena said thankfully as she
nodded her head. She needed desperately to be calm.
The doctor gave a small nod to Charlie, who walked over
to the sink and got a glass, filling it with water. She
then mixing in a little something special for Miss
Valentine that would keep Athena's body right where the
doctor liked it, on the edge.
"Here you are," Charlie said handing it to her.
"Thank you, my mouth is a little dry," Athena replied,
taking the glass and quickly drinking it down.
Athena felt much better as she emptied the glass of cool
into her mouth. Dr. Hill was only trying to make her
feel more relaxed. She was as kind to her as Mrs.
Devereux was.
"Now, let's get on with the next part of the exam," the
doctor said, "If you would remove the gown and get up on
the table, we can now do your vaginal exam."
Even though she knew it was going to happen, hearing it
still made Athena protest, "But...!"
"I don't have all day, Miss Valentine. Now off with the
gown, lie on the table, and spread your legs, please."
After the breast exam a worried Athena knew her pussy was
still very damp. She certainly didn't want them to know
that the exam had left her quite excited. "May I go to
the bathroom before we start?"
The experienced doctor knew exactly what Athena wanted to
do. She wanted to wipe all the evidence of their fun
they just had. "No, my sweet," Dr. Hill thought. "I
don't think so."
The doctor told the anxious Athena, "You can go after
we're done. It will only take a moment and then we can
take a little break."
Athena thought about grabbing her clothes and bolting
from the room. But then she thought again about how Mrs.
Devereux would view her suddenly leaving her exam early.
She sighed in defeat and dropped her gown on the floor,
then sat on the table with her hands folded in her lap,
and waited.
Charlie swiftly scooped up both the gown and Athena's
clothes. As Charlie walked out the door with them,
Athena knew now that she was truly forced to remain here
until her exam was over.
"Now, if you would lie down on your back and spread
your legs."
Athena gave a pitiful look at the doctor and Miranda,
hoping for a reprieve from the ordeal to come. But they
both waited, not saying a word, just looking at her.
Devereux was in bliss watching the beautiful reporter.
Athena was so lovely the way she was trying to not be
embarrassed, but was. She sat up in her chair as Athena
laid back on the table, with those beautifully shaped
breasts sagging ever so slightly under their own weight,
and her pretty eyes staring blindly at the ceiling.
Devereux couldn't help but smile seeing Athena's golden
mound, still glistening with the after-effects of her
earlier breast exam.
"This will be easier if we put your feet like this," Dr.
Hill stated, as she grabbed both of Athena's ankles and
placed her feet flat on the table, pushing them up until
they were resting right against the natural cushion of
Athena's shapely ass. Then she grabbed both knees and
spread Athena's legs as much as she could, but making
sure her feet remained flat on the table. The thing that
made it more humiliating was that Athena could still feel
some of her juices running down her pussy and onto the
table.
"Now just relax Athena, and we'll be done in a few
minutes," the doctor said reasonably. "I know how
uncomfortable this can be. Why don't you close your eyes
and just think of something more pleasant? This won't
take long I promise."
"Dr. Hill is right," Athena thought. "If I just close my
eyes and think of something else, it will all be over
before I know it."
"OK, Jackie," Athena said as she once again closed her
eyes. "I'll do what ever you say."
"Good! Now Miranda, what we look for first is the
color," the doctor told her new assistant. "Here, you
see." She gently ran a fingertip along Athena's tender
pussy lips. "It's a nice shade of pink there, and here
too."
Athena tried to think of something else, but with the
doctor's smooth voice, and the finger touching her, it
was all beginning to make her pussy even wetter.
"Next we'll check for any small bumps along the inside
walls. Now Athena, try to relax and not clench."
Athena's heart was pounding as the doctor slid two
fingers inside her and gently pressed. After several
minutes of this, Athena was unconsciously pushing her
hips up toward the doctor's skilled hands.
"Now, you try it."
Miranda eagerly repeated what she had just seen, leaving
the gasping Athena squirming uncontrollably on the table,
her hips buckling against the effects of the examination.
"You need to lie still," Miranda said, as she took her
free hand and rested it on Athena's blonde pubic mound,
and pushed her hips firmly back down on the table. She
lightly ran her thumb across Athena's clitoris, teasing
it until it was nice and hard.
"Why can't I lie still," an increasingly dazed Athena
wondered. The more she tried to be still, the more she
wanted to move. She could even feel Miranda pressing
down on her pubic bone, trying to keep her still. But
she just couldn't help but move toward the assistant's
touch. Athena wanted to look but seeing the innocent
Miranda staring at her pussy would have embarrassed her
even more. Keeping her eyes tightly closed, she
desperately tried to think of anything but being here.
The exam had her imagining things again. She was sure
that something was rubbing against her clit, making it
hard and her nipples ache. But she knew it wasn't true.
The doctor would never allow it. It was just the
assistant doing her job.
Miranda reluctantly moved her hands away from Athena's
mouth-watering pussy and silently indicated to the doctor
that she was finished.
"As you can see, Miranda, everything seems to be quite
normal. Now we'll check Athena's clitoris for any
abnormalities."
Dr. Hill gently held Athena's clit between her fingers
and began to roll and pull on it.
The incredible sensations that that shot to Athena's
brain quickly over-heated it. She was going to cum, she
just knew it! Athena tried to think of anything else but
her mind was quickly becoming a tangled mess. The only
image she could think of was Danielle kissing her good
night. Just one more second of this exam and she would
totally humiliate herself in front of all of them!
"Everything seems quite normal," the doctor said, taking
her hand away, and watching carefully as Athena slowly
drift back from the brink of climax.
Athena lay there embarrassed, sure that Dr. Hill knew
what had almost happened to her. She was glad that the
doctor stopped to spare her the humiliation of actually
climaxing right here, during a normal exam.
"We're running a bit behind, so Miranda, we will move
immediately to the special procedure. And, please
remember, on this part of the exam you will be graded,"
the doctor explained. Athena didn't see the disappointed
look on Miranda's face, or the way it lit up when the
doctor said, "You will of course be using the special
probe."
This is what they all had been waiting for. As
responsive as Athena was to just a touch, the probe's
effects on the unsuspecting young woman should be quite a
nice little show. The nieces had finished with each
other for the moment and stood nude on either side of
their Aunt's chair. Devereux had an arm around each of
their waists and was calmly fondling their firm buttocks.
All three stared intently at the monitor screen.
"Now for the last part of your exam, we will need you to
stand up and bend over the table," Dr. Hill told her as
she helped the dazed Athena to her feet.
Athena had calmed down enough to wonder what was going
on. She had never had to do this before, ever!
"Why do I have to do that?" she asked.
"Because this is an anal device."
Hearing the word 'anal' made the beautiful reporter
panic. One of her earliest boy friends had wanted to do
her anally. She said no as first but, after weeks of him
pestering her, one night after they had drunk two bottles
of wine, she finally said, "Yes." The only thing she
remembered about it was when he tried to put it in her.
It hurt terribly. She screamed at him to stop, but when
he wouldn't, she managed to break free, slapped him, and
ran crying from the room. That was the last time she'd
let a man touch her, and that was more than five years
ago.
"No, you can't," Athena said, turning her behind away
from Dr. Hill and covering it with both her hands, trying
to protect it somehow.
"Fine. I'll tell Mrs. Devereux that you stopped the
exam. And let her decide what she would like to do with
you."
"But..."
"But nothing. The exam is almost over, so turn around so
I can finish."
If she didn't finish the exam, she knew she'd be fired.
If she was, her editor would probably do the same thing
to her for so dismally failing her first undercover
assignment. So, very reluctantly, she turned around and
bent over the table, with her hands holding the table's
far edge, her knuckles white.
"Very good Athena. Now spread your legs."
Athena spread her legs just a little.
"No, a little wider, please."
Athena took a deep breath and spread them wider.
"Good, now if you could raise your bottom a little
higher."
"God! This is embarrassing," Athena thought as she
arched her back, pushing her vulnerable behind high in
the air.
"Higher, please."
"But I can't!" Athena whimpered.
"Here, let me help you."
The doctor walked over to her and wrapped her arm around
her waist. Then she put her hand right on Athena's
pussy, cupping it, and pulled her up until she was
standing on her tiptoes, her behind now as high as it
would go.
Charlie came back into the room. When she saw
Athena's gorgeous buttocks she asked, "Can I help?"
"Why, yes, you can. Would you please get me the
Vaseline out of the cabinet, please."
"Sure thing, Dr. Hill."
Athena watched over her shoulder, praying desperately
that Charlie wouldn't find any, and she'd be able to get
out of this humiliating position. She'd only been on her
toes for a few seconds, but she was already getting
tired. She thought about telling the doctor, but she
didn't want to be difficult.
"Here you go."
"Thank you, Charlie. Now, would you go stand by the
patient, please. Now Athena, don't move while Miranda
applies some Vaseline, so we can loosen you up just a
bit. The probe will slide in much easier that way."
"Oh God, Vaseline," Athena groaned, as her face flushed
with embarrassment.
Miranda, wearing gloves now, put a generous amount of
Vaseline on her index finger, then gently applied it to
Athena's anus. At first Miranda made little circles
around it. Athena hated it when her boyfriend even
touched her there. It didn't excite her one bit. In
fact she thought it was gross. But Miranda's finger,
just touching the outside of her tight little opening,
was sending waves of pleasure running up her body to her
brain.
Miranda was in heaven. Athena was so responsive to
anything they did to her, she couldn't believe it. Any
touch at all, would cause Athena to jump or tremble.
Miranda could have easily made her cum, but the doctor
clearly stated that was not to happen until she begged
for it.
Athena's legs were starting to weaken standing on her
tiptoes, as tried to keep her ass high in the air.
Miranda just kept gently circling her anus, sending wave
after wave of electricity to her clouding mind. Athena's
legs began to tremble as she slowly sank down off her
toes.
Dr. hill moved behind Athena and, cupping her pussy
again, pushed on it until Athena was back up on her toes,
with her shapely ass arching high in the air. But this
time she didn't remove her hand. Instead, she let her
middle finger rub against Athena's hardening nub.
Charlie moved beside Athena and put one hand on each of
Athena's dangling breasts and slowly squeezed them in her
happy hands.
All Athena knew was that was there was now a constant
pressure against her sex. If she tried to lower herself
off of her tiring toes and shaky legs, a tender touch on
her pussy pushed her back up again. And that wasn't her
only problem. Miranda's finger was still driving her
crazy. The way she was making the tiny circles, then
quickly dipping her finger inside. It was electric! And
her breasts had an odd feeling as well. It almost felt
like two hands were teasing them. It was all becoming
too much for her as she jerked and gasped at every touch.
At this point she knew she felt crazy enough to imagine
anything. Hands on her breasts, indeed!
"Athena, Miranda is now going to insert the probe. What
this will do is take your temperature, blood pressure,
among other readings too long to mention. You will feel
a little pressure around your sphincter until the probe
is inserted fully. Then, when it is switched on, there
will be a tiny vibration as it takes in the data and
records it."
Miranda gently began to push. Athena felt a little
pressure, then the probe was inside. "There we go. Now
Athena, you feel a small vibration, so stay still or the
probe won't be able to get an actuate reading. Ready
now? Here we go!" Dr. Hill said as she switched on the
small vibrator that was buried in the nanny's tight
little hole.
Athena felt a slight pressure, then it disappeared. In a
few seconds she knew it would be over and then she'd be
able to thankfully get dressed, before she embarrassed
herself further by actually climaxing. It was
humiliating enough that she had actually gotten excited
by the first two silly exams.
She would make it if she could just get the weird
feelings out of her head. One was that there were two
hands holding her breasts, and toying with her terribly
hard nipples. But the worse feeling was coming from
between her legs. Athena knew she was having trouble
staying in the correct position for this exam, so the
doctor had wrapped her arm around Athena's waist so she
could hold her up on her toes. The doctor probably
didn't realize that her hand was right on her sex! Every
time she'd weaken and fall of her toes, Dr. Hill would
push her back up, not ever realizing that she was pushing
her fingers inside her.
Yet, in spite of all this terribly distracting and quite
unintentional stimulation her body was receiving, Athena
still believed she could still make it if nothing else
happened.
Then Miranda switched on the vibrator.
"Oooohhhh!!!!!!!!!!" Athena moaned as she began to
wiggle around on her toes, and swing her hips back and
forth. Athena had never felt anything like it! It was as
if the probe was connected directly to every nerve in her
body. She couldn't hold still, she just couldn't, as she
raised up even higher on the very tips of her lovely
toes.
"You need to be still, or the probe can't do its job,"
the doctor said, as she rolled Athena's love button
between she fingers, while with her free hand she slid
three fingers inside Athena's well-lubricated channel.
"Oh please, hurry," Athena groaned as her body was
quickly being push toward climax. "I can't hold on much
longer. I'm going to...going to..."
She tried desperately to stay still so the probe could
quickly do its work and be finished, but she couldn't.
They were even trying to keep her still, by holding her
body, but she couldn't do it. She kept swaying, back and
forth and up and down as the passion continued to build
within her.
Devereux watched the three work expertly on the pretty
Nanny. Charlie milking Athena's perfect breasts, in her
tiny hands, kneading and squeezing, then pinching and
pulling on erect nipples. Doctor Hill teasing Athena's
swollen clit, and slowly fucking her with her long
slender fingers. And lastly Miranda, who was now sliding
the probe in and out of Athena's shapely upturned bottom.
As she watched, her own hands were now between her nieces
thighs, driving them toward their own release.
Finally, Athena's face jerked toward the ceiling as she
cried out a wild, "Aaahhhh!!" She was totally consumed
by her climax. Her entire body spasmed once joyously!
Dr. Hill was terribly disappointed that it happened so
quickly. She had wanted Athena to beg for her to stop
after climax followed climax, and was prepared to
continue the exam for some time yet. But, far too
quickly for her taste, Athena had groaned, hung still for
a moment, then fell totally limp across the examination
table.
The three quickly wiped down her sweaty body with
alcohol, then dressed her and lay her face up on the exam
table.
"Charlie, bring me a C34086, then return to your desk.
Miranda, in spite of how it turned out this time, you did
well. Just try not to be so enthusiastic the next time,
OK?" Now get back to your switchboard."
Alone for the moment, the doctor sat on the room's only
stool and wheeled herself over so that she was right next
to the unconscious Athena's head.
She watched her carefully for a time, gazed up for a
moment at the spot in the ceiling where the hidden camera
was located, smiled, then returned to her observation of
her latest unsuspecting victim.
"Who would have figured being a medical-school failure
could be so lucrative, not to say fun," she thought
pleasantly. She loved to do this sort of thing to women.
It was in fact what got her kicked out of medical school
in the first place. "Pity it had to happen so fast this
time," she murmured to herself. "I was just getting
warmed up."
Athena lay on the table, breathing heavily, her fabulous
body still twitching from her monstrous orgasm.
Charlie enter the room carrying a small, white shoebox.
"Boy, is she in for some good times," she whispered as
she handed the box to the waiting doctor.
"Quiet," hissed Dr. Hill, slapping her nurse playfully on
the buttocks. "Now, back to your desk."
"Yes, boss."
Alone once more, the doctor resumed her patient wait.
Suddenly Athena's eyes popped open and she quickly tried
to cover herself, thinking she was still naked. "Oh
God!" she cried. "It's happened again!" Frantically she
looked around the room like a child looking for her lost
mother.
"Calm down," Dr. Hill said, positively oozing sympathy as
she place a cool hand to Athena's feverish brow. "I'm
right here."
"Oh, doctor! What happened?"
"The probe does have that effect on some people," she
said sweetly, successfully hiding the fact she was still
full of disappointment at the ease with which Athena had
climaxed herself into unconsciousness.
"I'm so sorry I...." Athena could not say it. It was just
too humiliating.
"Now, don't worry about that. I should have warned you
it, but I didn't think I needed to with you. The probe
can cause a certain feeling to boil over," she said with
an evil smile. "Among a certain-type of woman, that is."
"But...! Oh, God! What if Mrs. Devereux finds out I..."
"It's just between us. No one will know. Now let's see
what the tests have came up with, shall we," Dr. Hill
said in her crisp, professional manner, looking down as
the clipboard in her hands.
"Well, I afraid Mrs. Devereux was right after all. You
do have a mild case of Spontaneous Orgasm."
"Just Mild! I..."
The doctor cut her off. "Yes, mild. I've seen cases
where a woman could climax just by talking to someone.
Now that would be worse, wouldn't it?"
"Well, yes."
"Of course it would. I think we can control your case,
first from allowing it to become worse, it is progressive
you know, then finally eliminating it altogether. It
will take a while, and involve some small sacrifices on
your part. How ready are you to be cured of this?"
"Oh, doctor! I would do anything for my life to be
normal and have control of my...my body once again.
Anything!"
"OK, then. That is exactly what I had hoped you would
say," Dr. Hill said truthfully. "There are two parts to
the cure to the problem of Spontaneous Orgasm:
inspections and prevention. Prevention entails, among
other things, the wearing of a small device that we call
the Protective Shield. As for inspections, because of
the very nature of S.O., regular appointments and
checkups would be useless. As you know, S.O. can happen
anytime, often without even the slightest warning."
"Yes," whispered a shamed-faced Athena, her vagina still
throbbing over her latest bout.
"Because of this, the inspection program must also be
able to happen at anytime. So, I've entrusted your fine
employer with the responsibility for this duty."
"Mrs. Devereux?"
"Yes, of course Mrs. Devereux. Who else would you be
working for?"
A picture of her editor flashed through Athena's mind.
"N-no one," she guiltily squeaked.
"Well, then. She's the perfect choice. You are living
at her home, aren't you?"
"Yes. But, just what kind of inspections are you talking
about?"
"Why, Vaginal inspections, of course. Constant vaginal
inspection are required to check on the effectiveness of
the C34086 Protective Shield, but on a completely random
basis, for at least one month."
Athena suddenly felt as if her life had just come to an
end. "She can't mean it," she thought frantically. "She
can't!"
"Oh, my, No!" the frightened reporter blurted out. "She
has to check my p-p..., me? Oh, no! No! There has to be
some other way, there just has to be! Isn't there a pill
or something I can take instead? I'd even be willing to
drive down here to see you whenever you wanted. Please,
please, there must be some other way!"
"Miss Valentine, may I remind you of your outrageous
conduct in this very room not 20 minutes ago. You took a
simple, very standard medical examination that any First-
Year medical student can give and it turned you into some
out-of-control wild thing. I have also heard from Mrs.
Devereux about your ride down here today and how you lost
all your clothes, and in front of innocent children yet.
And not for the first time, either."
"It wasn't my fault," sniffed Athena, her eyes filling
with tears of shame over what she had done.
"Of course it was. The question is Miss Valentine, do
you really want to live the rest of your life like that
or not?"
"N-no," she whispered, beaten.
"So, you will do exactly what I tell you?"
"Y-yes, doctor."
"All right, then. Enough of this foolishness. There are
certain thing that you must do from now on, do you
understand?"
"Yes, doctor."
"First, your clothes. They should be tight, as tight as
possible, especially your underwear. As tight as you can
make them, understand?"
"Yes, doctor."
"Does Mrs. Devereux still require you to wear her special
nanny-suit?"
"Yes, doctor."
"Good, that's perfect. And it is even very becoming,
don't you think, especially to someone with your figure."
"Yes, doctor. Thank you."
"And, of course, wear nothing when you sleep."
"Yes, doctor. But, nothing at all?"
"Nothing. And use silk sheets if available."
"Yes, doctor."
"Next, the C34086. You must always wear it when you are
going to be in large crowds of people: public places,
family get-togethers, that sort of thing. With it, Mrs.
Devereux can remotely monitor your condition. It does
give off an ultrasonic pulse or vibration whenever this
happens, but you should hardly even feel it. That way
she will be able to keep track of your current
condition."
"Yes, doctor. Where is this C-whatever I'm to wear?"
"I have one right here. Let me show you."
The doctor opened the box and Athena saw a small vee of
pliant rubber with strange, thick ridges and a thin probe
extending from one side. There were also several small
squares, each with a single button.
"How does it work?" Athena asked dully.
"Excellent question. Now, stand up and take off your
skirt and panties."
"But...!"
"Do it!"
Athena slowly sat up and, with the good doctor's help,
was able to get up off of the table and stand uncertainly
on shaking legs. Her oddly clumsy fingers fumbled with
her skirt's fasteners until finally Dr. Hill muttered,
"Never mind! I'll get it. Otherwise, we'll be here all
afternoon."
Dr. Hill quickly unfastened Athena's skirt, pushed the
garment off of her hips, and let it fall to the floor.
Next, she reached up under Athena's blouse and, after
noting how the young woman's vaginal fluids were still
flowing into the soaked crotchband of the tight panties,
pulled those down to her feet as well.
"Spread your legs as wide as you can and lift up your
blouse so you can see what I'm doing here."
Deadened by everything that had happened, the totally
humiliated Athena meekly spread her feet as wide as the
clothes around her ankles permitted, then raised her
blouse until she could readily see Dr. Hill's face
directly in front of her still throbbing crotch.
She watched as the doctor placed the device firmly on her
vulva, ensuring that the probe was carefully inserted
into her cuntal passage.
"It's self adhering, so you'll never need worry about
adhesives or anything. And it's designed to mold tightly
to your body, so no matter what you are wearing, it will
never show. Neat, eh?"
Athena gulped. "Yes, doctor. Thank you."
Dr. Hill then gently removed the device from Athena's
heated flesh and replaced it in the box. She pulled up
the nanny's panties, getting a satisfying "Oh!" from
Athena when she deliberately pulled them up far too high
on her hips. She then replaced the skirt, being careful
to tuck in the blouse, still half-open from all of the
missing buttons.
"There you go, Athena," the doctor said as stood and
handed her the box. "You're all finished."
Athena thought a moment, then her bewildered mind sought
one last ray of hope. "When will I start getting better?
How long before I am finally cured?"
"That's up to you, really," the doctor said kindly. "The
more you follow the rules I have laid out for you, the
sooner you will notice the effects. There will come a
time, Miss Valentine, when your body will no longer feel
like a total stranger to you, but you must have patience.
When that happens, when your body feels normal once
again, Mrs. Devereux will bring you back to me for one
final check-up, and then you will be done."
"Done..." the dazed Athena repeated. "Finally done."
She sat, waiting expectantly for her next commands. In
the continued silence it finally became obvious to her
that the doctor had indeed finished. Her heart leaped
when she realized that she was free to go!
"I can't thank you enough," Athena gushed, not bothering
to shake the doctor's proffered hand, but putting her box
down and hugging her tightly instead. "Thank you,
Jackie. Thank you!"
"You are certainly welcome, Athena," said an amused Dr.
Hill.
The exhausted Athena finally let her savior go, and with
a shy, final wave of gratitude, walked out of the door on
her still trembling legs.
"It is finally over," Athena thought gratefully as she
waited in office's lounge for the return of Mrs. Devereux
and the children. It had cost her a great deal in terms
of terrible humiliation and embarrassment, but now
obviously everything she had endured today had all been
worth it to get her life back. The device and the simple
procedures Doctor Hill had given her would do the trick,
and her life, as well as her poor body, would finally
return to normal.
Athena was surprised to see Mrs. Devereux and the
children enter the room from one of the side doors, and
not the main office entrance. She wondered tiredly if
they had been here all along. She had a joyful reunion
with the children, while Mrs. Devereux had a few quick
words with the doctor.
When Devereux returned to the group, she held the box for
the C34086, which Athena had forgotten in the examination
room.
When she saw her employer with the familiar small box
tucked firmly under her left arm, Athena paled. Her
shattered mind tried to come to grips with what had just
happened to her, with what she had just agreed to do, but
it was all too overwhelming to take in just now.
All she could really think of was just to return to her
suite at the Devereux estate and sleep for a very long
time.
"Well, children. It looks as if our nanny has a busy day
ahead of her tomorrow. She needs to go shopping for all
new clothes."
"Can we help?" chirped Sue. "I love buying new clothes!"
"Of course you can. We all can. But, for today, our
nanny is very tired after her doctor's appointment, so
let us go to a fine restaurant I know nearby, then take
her back home and put her to bed."
"Cool!" cried Michelle.
The two girls led the passive Athena, followed by a
smiling Devereux, by the hand through the building and
out to the car. Her gapping blouse, under the opened
jacket, clearly revealed her bra and tanned stomach.
When Athena saw the Mercedes, she froze. The door was
opened for her to enter the back seat, yet she couldn't
move. She had looked into the future, and for the first
time it frightened her.
She turned to tell Mrs. Devereux that she was actually an
undercover reporter, but that she was quitting her job and
taking the first flight home.
Athena opened her mouth but couldn't speak because of a
sudden shock. She looked down and, stunned, saw that a
wildly grinning Michelle had placed a hand up her short
skirt and was painfully gripping her by the crotch!
"Come along, my dear," purred Devereux. "Everything is
ready for you at home."
Athena looked at Mrs. Devereux, her eyes wild with fear
as the pain changed to delicious caresses. In a matter
of seconds, she felt her panties being quickly yanked down
her hips and legs, and three fingers swiftly inserted into
her ready vagina. Michelle began to expertly finger-fuck
her there in the middle of the garage, with her panties
puddled around her ankles.
Athena's eyes turned blank as her mind clouded. She was
totally swallowed by the sweet, soul-consuming sensations
coming from her cunt. Her sudden resolve melted in the
roaring heat of her own body's raging desires.
All three women gently pushed and pulled at her, the small
hand still deliberately working her sex, until the bewildered
Athena Valentine finally stumbled blindly into the car.
A crumpled pair of panties were laying on the greasy floor of
the garage when the Mercedes drove away.
*****
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