Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2000 05:29:21 EST From: LCDRJMC@aol.com Subject: The Nanny2 3/4 The Nanny2: Part 3 of 4 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 left 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. End Part 3 of 4