Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2003 23:37:30 EDT
From: LCDRJMC@aol.com
Subject: Nanny3: Back to School 14/14

Nanny3: Back to School 14/14 (Ff+/F, reluc) by LCDRJMC and Greatness

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Part 14

*****

Athena Valentine walked in a cloud across the crowded dance floor.  The world
was a blur, as if seen through a fine mist.  She was barely aware of anything.
The well-dressed students, the pounding music, the flashing lights meant nothing
to her.  Only the incredible sensations coming from her soaked crotch had her
attention!  Her Panties!  Her wet panties were driving her crazy!  She felt so
slick, as if she had been greased or something.  Paige was supposed to have
helped in cleaning everything up, but in her innocent enthusiasm she made it
much worse instead.  In fact, she was now feeling incredibly sexy!  Athena
sensed her free flowing juices running between her rubbing thighs.  Even her
rubbing buttocks felt greased inside the tight panties.  She had to get them off
somehow, otherwise she would soon start to climax and never stop!

"Oh, my sweet Paige!" Athena though desperately.  "What have you done to me?"

A familiar face appeared out of the mist directly in front of her.  Stephanie!

"Hi, Athena!" said Stephanie.  "We missed you!"

"Uh, hi, Steph'," mumbled Athena.  Her mouth opened, but she could not even
begin to explain what she had been doing all evening.  All she could manager was
a meager, "Been busy."

"Sure.  Follow me.  We're over there."  Stephanie took the dazed Athena by the
hand and led her across the crowded floor to the table where the seated Tara was
waiting patiently.

At the table, Athena saw that Tara was seated facing the dance floor, while
Stephanie and Trisha were seated facing their friend.  Stephanie returned to her
chair, leaving Athena standing alone.  Athena was surprised that there were only
three chairs at the table, occupied by Tara, Trisha, and Stephanie.  She looked
around for a free chair but none seemed available.

Tara answered her unspoken question.  "You're late, so everything is taken.
You'll just have to stand by me until something's available."

The nervous Athena wanted to kept herself as far from the smiling Tara as she
could, but the senior motioned regally for Athena to come over to her.  In spite
of her apprehension of being close to Tara, the dazed reporter could not resist.

When she timidly neared her nemesis, Tara reached around Athena's waist with her
left arm and pulled her befuddled rival close to her.

The girls glittered like perfection itself and Athena felt like an unmade bed.
Something else was missing, and it took her tired and confused mind a moment to
realize what it was.  No dates!

"Where...where is...everybody?" she asked with great effort.  It was hard to
speak.  It was hard for her to do anything except think of the fantastic
sensations radiating from her excited sex.

Stephanie supplied the answer.  "There's a divisional championship on tonight,
and the boys are all huddled in a room someplace watching the smallest TV in the
world."

"The whole team," chimed in Trisha.  "It's really kind of funny.  They come back
whenever there's a break.  They are sweet enough about it, but they would die if
they couldn't see it."

"Sweet!" snorted Stephanie in disgust.

"Well, it is," said Trisha defensively.

"But...tonight?" asked Athena, not at all sure about what was happening.

"It's just as well," purred Tara.  "I like to think of this as our night,
anyway."

"Ours?" asked a very confused Athena.  "Our night?"

"Yes, Athena.  Yours and mine.  A very special evening.   I have something of
yours that I want to return to you, and you have something of mine that I want
back."

Tara turned to pick up something small from the floor beside her and dropped it
on her lap, while a miserable Athena stood swaying beside her.  She felt very
dizzy and wondered if there was a place where she could lie down for a few
minutes.  Even using the table as support, Athena still found it hard to stand.
She had been through too much and needed desperately to find a place where she
could rest and once again try to clean herself up.

Her panties!  Oh, God, she had forgotten all about them!  She had to get her
panties off and cleaned before they soaked through her dress.

"Please excuse me, everyone, but I must...OH!"  Athena stiffened in alarm when
she felt something sliding up her slick inner thighs.  She looked down and saw
with very wide eyes how Tara had placed her left hand under the back of the long
skirt and had run her entire arm up the back!

"Tara!" hissed the stunned Athena in protest when she felt the senior press
against her very sensitive vulva.  "Tara, what are you doing?"

"I'm just trying to help you stand up.  You look a little shaky."

"Tara, please," Athena protested as quietly as she could.  The pressure from
Tara's hand was driving her crazy!  "I appreciate your h-help, but."

"Just keep looking forward, and no one will notice a thing."

"But, Tara...!  Oh!  What are you.OH!!!"  Athena felt the hand move slowly over
the surface of the soaked panties, first the front, and then the back, not
missing a single inch of material.  It was just as well she knew that Tara was
only checking her out, because otherwise it seemed to her fevered brain that the
hated Tara was using this opportunity to feel her up!

"My, how wet you are," purred Tara.  "Shall I take these nasty things off for
you?"

Athena could only rapidly nod her head in tiny shakes.  She had to get out of
those wet panties, she just had to!  They were driving her insane!  Tara was
only trying to help for a change.  It wasn't her fault at all.

She hung her head in shame as she felt her wet underwear slide past her hips,
caught between her thighs a moment, then slid down her legs until they landed
with a faint 'plop' at her feet.

"Now step out of them, that's a good girl," Tara ordered.

Athena could only do what Tara said.  She was so ashamed that even Tara could
see how desperately in need of help she was.  It was terrible!

Tara picked up the soaked garment and to Athena's horror held it openly up to
her nose.  "How sweet you are," Tara observed as she delicately tasted the light
blue undies.  She then tossed them across the table to a laughing Stephanie.

"Here, Steph'.  Add them to our collection."

"I'd better dry them off first," said a giggling Stephanie and she hung them off
the side of the table, in direct view of anyone on the dance floor.

Watching with a sick fascination horror at what Stephanie was doing with her
precious underwear, Athena never noticed how Tara quickly put her hand up
between her legs again until she felt Tara's hand once again cup her now
defenseless crotch.

"My God, you are wet!" complained Tara loudly as she ran her hand over baby-
smooth flesh of Athena's recently shaven sex.

"Tara!  Please don't!" begged Athena, not at all sure what Tara was up to now.
She felt something tickle along the top of her left stocking before the hand
returned to tracing the wet swollen labia.

"Look at the crowd," ordered Tara quietly.  "There, that's a good girl.  Now,
just keep looking at the crowd and we'll be find.  I'm just drying you off,
that's all.  You would like that, you would like me to dry you off, wouldn't
you?"

"Yesss," moaned Athena, but to what she was agreeing to she could not say.

The hand massaging her secret flesh was driving the dazed Athena mad.  She
wanted badly to cum, just a little.  Maybe she was acting so crazy because she
was so wet down there.  Tara was right, she had to get dry somehow.

"UHHhhh," groaned Athena as Tara slipped two slim fingers into the hot ready
cunt.  The muscles grabbed at the intruders greedily.  Athena leaned forward
over the table and placed her open hands on it to help hold her herself up.  She
legs were suddenly weak and she was afraid of falling.  "Tara was only helping
her," her befuddled mind kept repeating as Tara worked eagerly on the perfect
dripping cunt of Athena Valentine.

*****

The Principle was standing to the left of the stage.  The band had taken a break
and a large noisy crowd was gathered by the refreshments.  A smaller, quieter
crowd has gathered on the other side of the gym, in front of Tara's table.

The Principle was soon joined by Bohon.  The two women stood side-by-side as
they coolly surveyed the crowd of students.  There was no sign in their casual
elegance of their recent afternoon session with the Nurse's Aid, Karen Allen.
They talked softly, their lips hardly moving.  A casual observer would think
they were not speaking at all.

"Welcome back," said Principal Nelson.  "How's the chipmunk?"

"Home safe and sound."

"And the excuse?"

"No problem.  Everyone believes she lost her clothes when she fell into some
dip, and then had the bad luck to become soaked by an unsteady punch bowl.
Proms can be such a hazard sometimes.  We certainly couldn't send her home all
gooey like that, so we had to run her through the shower, never knowing that the
silly janitors were to take her dirty things and burn them with the rest of the
trash by mistake!"

"Naturally.  Happens around here all the time."

"Naturally."

"Does she understand?"

"Oh, yes.  Nancy Allen understands.  After three solid hours of fun with us it's
about the only thing she understands."

"What does she understand?"

"That every day after school she is to see you or me for special instruction, to
make up for behaving so badly in school.  Oh, and she lost her underwear
privileges for the remainder of the school year.  She is to bring them to your
office every morning, and come back for them at the end of every day.  Being
caught running around naked on school property like that, and in a classroom
yet, is inexcusable.  And to lie about how she lost her clothes, makes it even
worse.  And she the Nurse's Aid, too, a position of trust and responsibility.
Such a terrible example, especially for the younger, more impressionable
students.  Shocking."

"Shocking.  Does she know that she will be having to undergo a strip search
every morning, so we can be sure she is not going to sneak something into school
without permission?"

"Of course not.  Why should I spoil your fun?"

"What fun is that?"

"When she shows up Monday all unsuspecting and hands you a spare set.  That
should really shake up her confidence a bit when you make her strip down and
then seriously examine her."

"That it should.  How is the chipmunk taking it?"

"Not too bad.  She was still sobbing a little in the car as I laid down the
rules to her, but when we reached her driveway she practically raped me.  Still
just the tiniest bit confused, I should think.  But don't worry, she is all
yours."

"Did you put up much of a struggle?"

"Very funny.  I had to stop for some new hose before coming back here.  The
family thought she was just shaken up from losing her clothes.  Normally, they
told me, she is a rather perky individual."

"The chipmunk is a very enthusiastic young lady."

"She certainly is now.  God bless Athena Valentine.  She does seem to bring out
the best in people, doesn't she?  Speaking of which..."

"She's over with Tara Marcus and company.  Came in late, then spent some quality
time in the girls' lavatory with some freshman she's been hanging around with
lately, according to the stories I've overheard.  Either way, our beautiful
Athena seems very primed tonight."

"You know, I could have sworn I saw Athena in the same outfit you gave the
chipmunk to go home in."

"I thought it only fair that since Athena took Nancy's clothes, that Nancy
should have Athena's as well.  Athena always does very well in the clothes
department.  I seriously doubt if she will even miss them."

"If you say so.  Oh, by the way.  Why on Earth do you keep calling Miss Allen
the chipmunk?  Because she's so cute?"

"Partly."

"Well, then?"

"Haven't you ever noticed her adorable face when she's trying to fight a climax?
How hard she concentrates?  When she does that her cheeks puff out, just like a
little chipmunk storing nuts.  I'm surprised you didn't notice.  She did it all
the time."

"That's right!  So she did.  Well, I never!"

"You should be more observant of your students, Bohon."

"Yes, you're right.  Except she's not one of my students, she is actually one of
yours.  School staff.  By the way, mind if I ask you something a bit personal?"

"Please, do."

"We've known each other for several years now, yet you have never been this open
before about...certain things.  I was just wondering, why now?  I mean, I've
always known about your fun cameras and such, but including me with Nancy Allen,
I mean the chipmunk!  Well, that was very special for me.  Thank you.  But, why
now?"

"You're welcome.  You have always been a good friend and I like you very much.
You are also a fine teacher and I wish we had more like you.  But look who's
talking!  When was the last time you took a student in your own classroom, and
during school hours at that?"

"It's that damn Athena.  She really does something to you.  So beautiful, so
perfect.  Consequences don't seem to matter any longer.  Only she matters."

"True, how true."

"Even now."

"I agree.  Even now."

"In fact..."

"I was just thinking the same thing.  Perhaps it is time we made the rounds to
see what our little darlings are up to?"

"Cool."

"Cool."

*****

Athena Valentine was not feeling at all well.  Tara's helpful hand was driving
her mad.  She could hardly stand, and the need to cum was overpowering her every
thought.  Tara was just being friendly for a change and she was taking it like
it was something else entirely, something very sexual.

She felt so warm, she was sure it must be at least 90 degrees in the air-
conditioned gym, at least where she was standing.  Athena felt terribly confined
by her tight dress and wanted anything to take it off, at least long enough to
cool off a little.  She was gasping for air and could feel tiny drops of
perspiration trickle down the sides of her face and between her braless heaving
breasts.  What was happening to her?  How could she be so weak?

The room started to spin and the reporter suddenly felt faint.  She placed her
hands flat on the table and leaned heavily on them to keep from falling.  She
looked down  and was shocked to see small drops of sweat splash onto the table
top from the tip of her nose.  "Oh God!" she thought.  "I must be sweating like
a horse!  My Dress!  I'll ruin my beautiful dress."

"Ah-hem!"

Athena looked up at the sound and was shocked to suddenly see the school's
Principal and Mrs. Bohon standing in front of the table.

"Good evening, ladies," said the Principal.  "Everyone having a good time
tonight?"

"Oh, yes!" gushed Trisha.

"It's a wonderful night!" said Stephanie.

"Just wonderful!" agreed Tara.

"Miss Valentine, you are not saying very much for a change.  Is everything all
right?"

Even with such an embarrassing audience, Tara's hand kept up its determined
attack on Athena's defenseless sex.  She would not let this bitch go now.  She
should be the star tonight, not this stupid cow!  Well, she would show them.
She would show them all.  She would show them all that she, Tara Marcus, was the
true Queen of this school and not this golden slut!  "I will keep this up," she
thought happily, "until Miss Perfect (with those obvious implants!!) is
screaming to the world that she is a slut.  Oh, yes I will!"

A frantic Athena was wondering what to do.  What ever Tara did just made her
want to cum even more!  She was going mad!  She could not cum, not now!  Not in
front of everyone!  Not like this!

"I'm...uh...I'm fine..." Athena finally managed to quietly gasp.

"Are you sure, Athena?  You seem to be very distracted."

"I'm...OH!" Athena suddenly gasped with wide-opened eyes as Tara thrust two of
her hidden fingers deep within the hot velvety wetness of Athena's defenseless
sex.  The reporter's mind clouded over completely.  She forgot everything except
what was happening between her legs.  It felt so good!  Why did it always have
to feel so good, so pure, so right?  Without thinking, she spread her legs as
far as she could within the confines of the tight dress and arched her hips to
give better access to the devilish hand between her legs.

"She doesn't look at all well," said the Principal.

"A little overheated, I'd say," said Bohon with a slight smile.  "Probably too
much excitement."

"I believe you are right.  Oh, Tara."

"Y-yes, Ms. Nelson."

"Please be a dear and bring us all something to drink."

"What?!?"

"I'm simply parched, and I'm sure we could all use a little refreshment.  It
helps the system to cool off once in a while."

"Oh, okay, okay," Tara said dully as she pulled her hand from underneath
Athena's skirt.  Trust the damn Principal to spoil all her fun!

"Come on, Trisha," Tara mumbled angrily.  "Let's do this fast."

"Why can't you...?  Oh, never mind."  Trisha stopped her protests at the look of
pure hate Tara was giving her.  "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

*****

Catching up with the rapidly moving Tara, Trisha gasped, "Hey!  What's the
rush?"

"We have to get back fast," said the scowling senior.  "I don't want to miss
anything."

"Miss what?  Athena's so gone right now she may never come back."

"It's not that.  I gave her back her pager, and loaded with nice new batteries,
too."

"Oh, wicked!  So where...uh...so where did you...?"

"It's tucked in her stocking, at the top.  And I've got it set to vibrate like
crazy at the next call."

"OOHH!  Quick!" said Trisha.  "Let's run!!"

*****

"Thank you," said Principal Nelson brightly to the rapidly retreating backs of
Tara and Trisha as they sped swiftly across the dance floor to the refreshment
tables.  She turned pleasantly back to the remainder of the trio.  "Now,
Stephanie."

"Yes?" asked a wary Stephanie.

"Your friend here seems to be having some trouble breathing.  Perhaps it would
be better if those tight shoulder straps were loosened, don't you think?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Athena lay gasping across the table.  The madness between her legs had finally
stopped and she was desperately trying to regain her composure.  She felt
someone doing something with her straps, but she had no idea what.  Suddenly her
dress felt much less snug than before, and her upper chest was feeling a welcome
sense of coolness.  "Ah," she sighed in contentment.

"There!  You see, the top of her dress is much looser now and she's breathing
better already."

"She does look much more comfortable at that," agreed Bohon.

Stephanie returned to the teachers and told them quietly, "The straps looked
silly just hanging there, so I pulled them off.  I also opened the back a bit,
so she could breathe better."

"Thank you, Stephanie.  Such a good girl!  I'm sure Athena will appreciate
that."

Stephanie returned to her seat while the two older women continued to closely
watch the beautiful but obviously distressed Athena Valentine.

Tara and Trisha soon returned with paper cups of fruit punch for everyone.  Tara
had thoughtfully placed small pin holes in Athena's cup so that, when she would
drink from it, the red punch would dribble all over the front of that perfect
prom dress and forever stain it.

Upon returning to her seat, Tara immediately noticed that the semi-prone
Athena's dress was now slightly opened down the back.  "Someone's been busy,"
she thought gleefully.

*****

Paige watched the crowd across the gym with anxious eyes.  From the way those
bitches Tara and Trisha had rushed over here and then practically ran back to
their table, she was sure that they had something bad planned for her girl.

"Watch my stuff, will you?" Paige asked Natalie.

"What, again?  Sure, girl, sure.  It does look like something is going on over
there."

"There better not be," grumbled Paige as she walked around the refreshment table
and cut across the dance floor.

Keeping well to the back, Paige carefully approached Tara's table.  Athena was
bent over the table, resting on her forearms, and occasionally shaking her head.
Paige watched angrily as Tara reached over and, giggling, pulled the side of the
dress closest to her until the dress was open completely down the back.  Paige
became even angrier when she saw how Athena did not lift a finger to stop her,
and in fact even appeared a little pleased at this!  The slut!!

Then she noticed that Athena's underwear was gone!

"Damn the girl!" thought Paige, fuming about the missing panties which were
rightfully hers.  "I can't leave the silly bitch alone for a second and she goes
off with someone else.  Anyone else!  Well, if that's what she wants...!"

The angry 14-year old waited quietly until the band's stage manager joined the
group and started talking excitedly to the Principal.  As everyone turned to
watch, Paige sensed her opportunity.  She stepped quickly behind the half-prone,
half-dressed Athena.  From her waistband she pulled her emergency lipstick,
quietly opened it and wrote on the base of Athena's exposed back in dark red the
words 'TOUCH ME'.  She knew from the comments of the girls she had overheard all
night that everyone was just dying to give the mighty Athena Valentine some fine
payback for all the hell she had been putting the entire school through since
her arrival, and this was just the sort of encouragement they might need to give
Little Miss Perfect Slut a very fun time!

Paige quickly rejoined the crowd.  She looked back and saw with approval that no
one was looking at her.  "And why should they?" she thought happily.  "I'm just
a poor little freshman, that's all.  I'm not even supposed to be here."

She took one last look at Athena.  "I'm not done with you yet, you stupid slut,"
she grumbled, then returned to her waiting bowls of chips.

*****

Athena collected herself enough to push her body upright from the table.  She
stood on trembling legs, her tummy fluttering, wondering why her dress was
feeling sort of little funny all of a sudden.

"Glad you could join us," said Bohon coolly.

Athena froze in horror at the voice.  She had forgotten all about Bohon being
one of the many chaperones scheduled for tonight.  It took her tired, befogged
mind a few moments to remember what had happened in the classroom with the
teacher.  Looking at the teacher's usual superior expression, Athena was
suddenly reminded of what had happened between them.  It all came flooding back
to her with a chilling clarity, filling her with a terrible shame.  How could
she have allowed that to happen?  What had happened to her?  What was she
becoming?

"Oh.My.God!" she thought in horror.  "They're all here, staring at me!"  Tara,
her friends Stephanie and Trisha, the Principal, and Bohon, the sight of their
leering faces shook her to the very core of her being.  All had seen her at her
worst today, as a out-of-control sexual animal, naked, with the morals of a cat
in heat.  Her damned sickness might have been the cause, but how could they know
that?  They knew only what they saw.  Nothing she wore today seemed to stay on
her for very long, and every innocent touch launched her on an insane journey of
uncontrolled ecstasy.  Waves of humiliation washed over her as her terrible day
returned to her.  How could she have been so stupid as to come here tonight?
What could she have been thinking?

She had to get out, that was all there was to it.  She had to leave this place,
and quickly.  But she had to be very careful.  They must not suspect a thing.
They must never could know why she was really leaving, that she was running away
from them all, forever!

Feeling very unsteady, Athena held herself erect.  She would not let them know,
she would never let them know.

"I.would like to know what everyone is looking at," she said with a touch of her
old imperial bearing.

The five women at the table continued to look at her with slightly quizzical
expressions, as if they were waiting for something to happen.  Athena felt sick
as she wondered if anyone else knew about what happened today?  If they did, her
reputation here, and perhaps in the entire town, would might never recover.  Of
course, they would never tell, she reasoned, just to protect their own
reputation.  Would they?

"How are you, Miss Valentine?" asked Principal Nelson.  "You don't seem to be
with us tonight."

"Of course I'm fine," she sang as carefree as she could, waving her arms.  "I
was just.OH NO!!!"  A shocked Athena quickly pressed her arms tightly to her
sides as she felt her gown almost fall off!  Turning away in embarrassment from
her audience, Athena carefully moved her hands to her back to find out what the
Hell had happened to her beautiful dress, always keeping as much of the dress
held against her as she possible could.  "What the.?" she wondered aloud as she
found the open zipper.  She could not believe it.  It was not just a little
open, it was opened all the way!  She quickly tried to close it, but only
managed to get it about a third of the way up her back when without warning
disaster once again struck the hapless reporter!

"AAHHHHH!!!" the wide-eyed Athena cried as a furious buzzing began just below
her heated crotch!  It felt like an entire hive of hornets were nesting between
her legs and had suddenly become very angry!  She dropped her arms to her sides
in shock as she desperately clamped her strong thighs together to stop the
strange overwhelming sensations.  "Oh God, noooo!" she moaned desperately.  The
vibrations were starting to affect her poor pussy in the worst way!

Tara smiled happily as she quietly put away her cell phone.  "I just love these
things," she said merrily to a giggling Trisha.

The crafty Tara had called Athena's pager!

Athena could now feel that it was some small maddened thing which was jumping
between her tender thighs.  The effect was terrific, and Athena could feel her
little cunny throb in heated response, shooting waves of sensation into her
swollen breasts and inundated brain.  It was all she could do not to pull up her
gown in front of everyone and find whatever it was that was tormenting her so
much.  What the hell could it be?

The watchers at the table noted with glee when Athena's blue eyes became half-
closed and slowly lost their focus.  Her breathing came in gasps, her chest
heaving under the semi-fastened dress.  Her mouth opened slightly, showing her
even white teeth.  Only Tara and Trisha knew for certain what was happening to
the haughty Miss Athena Valentine.  The others had no idea what was going on,
but the thought of watching the beautiful senior in obvious distress greatly
appealed to them.

The lights in the gym went out and were replaced by the flashing stage lights.
The band had started to play again!

The Principal walked over and tapped Tara on the shoulder.  "Miss Marcus?" she
shouted.

Tara reluctantly turned in her chair and shouted back, "Yes?"

"I think Miss Valentine could use a dance right about now, don't you?"

"Oh, yes!  I do, I really do!"

Tara caught the eye of Stephanie and Trisha, and tilted her heard slightly
towards the standing Athena.  The other girls nodded and all rose and went
smiling towards the unsteady reporter.

*****

They led the befuddled Athena out onto the crowded dance floor, Tara slyly
making sure in the process that Athena's dress was completely opened once again.
The band was in full tempo, the strobes were flashing, causing the wildly
gyrating crowd to be illuminated in a series of fast white bursts of light, in
between periods of utter black.

Athena was sure that the girls were taking her to a place where she could check
herself in private.  "It's good to have friends when you really need them," she
thought.  Her mind was otherwise a blank, totally consumed by the terrible thing
vibrating between her legs!  She could not even walk without the help of her
friends.

But the girls took her to the center of the gym and no further.  Athena never
heard Tara and her friends yelling, "MAKE ROOM FOR THE CLASS SLUT!!" as they
made their way through the crowd of dancing students.

When the terrific buzzing between her legs stopped a moment, Athena was able to
case a weary look around.  Her exhausted mind could not believe it.  The prom!
My God, she was still at the prom!  The world had slipped from her over-heated
mind so much that she had forgotten where she was.  She knew only that she was
in terrible agony with the need to cum.  She was mortified!  Her body was
completely out of control!  She was no longer the Superior Woman, acknowledged
Queen of Lizze Borden High School.  Now she was some mindless creature whose
body's cravings almost ruled her completely.  The tiny amount of self-control
which remained to her was slipping from her fast.  Her need for relief was so
great that it hurt!  It hurt!  She must get away from all of these children and
cum...and...cum...and...cum...and...cum.

"Come, Athena." The soft voices whispering in her ears easily penetrated the
noise around them.  The voices said, "Dance.  You must dance with us, Athena."

She automatically obeyed, because she was a good girl and she always obeyed her
friends.  Her well-toned body moved gracefully to the pounding beat of the
music.   She was a good dancer and always loved to show off on a dance floor.
She was not positive if she actually had a partner in the milling crowd
surrounding her, but it really did not matter.  She was Athena Valentine and she
did not need a partner.  The buzzing had mercifully stopped and she quickly lost
herself to the sensuous moves of the dance.  Besides, she thought dully, the
voices would tell her what to do.

In the flashing lights, everyone saw that Athena's tight dress had opened
completely in the back, her smooth tanned back glowing in the flashing strobe
lights.  The gentle swell of her hips were clearly visible, down to the dimples
of her bare ass cheeks below the garter belt.  From her spot behind the
refreshment table, the happy Paige could tell from all of the giggling and
laughing that it was very obvious to everyone that Miss Perfect Senior had lost
her underwear!

The laughter really started when people began reading Paige's present.

Athena Valentine, dazed and confused, was stunned when hands suddenly came out
of the darkness and started pulling lightly at her strangely fitting gown.
There was something wrong with her beautiful prom dress again, it just did not
seem right to her how it fitted, but her battered mind was unable to understand
too much of anything any more.  She was lost in a sea of exquisite sensations!
The reporter could feel delicate hands not only touching her clothes, but
touching her!  In the pulsating sea of music, small hands pulled at her proud
breasts, freely twisting the erect nipples.  They glided over her trembling
buttocks, traced her sensitive ribs, ran through her damp hair.  She tried to
defend herself touching by twisting and turning to which ever direction from
which she was last touched, while pushing away the over-friendly hands, but
Athena was so dazed and the many gentle hands so persistent that she soon gave
up, her hands dropping uselessly to her sides and the dangerous touching
continued as she continued to lose herself in the throbbing music.

A gasp went up from the growing crowd around Athena when the top of her dress
finally fell to her hips, her high-set breasts shaking in the flashing light.

The fabric had been hanging by Athena's poor tormented very erect nipples, and
she could only cry out in relief went this terrible pressure suddenly went away
from her swollen breasts.

"Oh!  That feels so good!" she said without thinking to all around her.

The other girls looked at each other in amazement.  So, Miss Perfect Slut wanted
to be naked after all!  It was true then, everything they had heard about her
from Tara and her friends was true!  The eager hands quickly went to work again
and the dress was soon puddled around the reporter's feet, leaving Miss Athena
Valentine dressed in only her pale blue matching garter belt, sheer stockings,
and stiletto pumps.

Athena still swayed mindlessly to the music, aware only that she now felt cooler
then she had all evening.  Tara and Trisha helpfully led the befuddled Athena
away from her expensive dress, where it remained on the floor.

For the remainder of the evening, the other upperclassmen took turns dancing on
it.

*****

Tara and her friends continued their chant of, "HERE COMES THE CLASS SLUT!!" as
they led the dazed and almost naked Athena around the gym, parading her like the
beautiful prize she was.  Their prize!

Athena was aware only of the applause and whistles of the students as she walked
by, so she held herself proudly, with her head held high, spine straight and
shoulders back.  Even the constant rude touches, the squeezing of her breasts,
the slaps to her sore bottom, did not stop her from walking proudly with her
friends.  Even the constant calls of "Touch Me!" did not bother her, although
she puzzled over why everyone wanted her to touch them.

When the horrible buzzing between her legs began again, Athena could only stop
where she was and mindlessly begin to snap her thighs open and shut in the faint
hope of stopping it.  It was driving her close to climax and that would be the
ultimate humiliation for her, to lose control of her body in front of everyone
like that.

Standing off the dance floor, Nelson and Bohon were covertly watching Athena's
predicament with a keen interest.  Suddenly, Nelson smiled slightly when she
realized why her star senior was acting so oddly.

"Bohon!" cried Principal Nelson.  "What's that object between Athena's legs?
That small thing caught on her stocking top.  That's some sort of nasty sex toy,
isn't it?"

"Afraid not.  Looks more like a pager."

"A pager!  Well, I thought it was clearly understood that there were to be no
electronics here today.  No cell phones, no pagers, nothing.  Nothing that would
take away from tonight's experience for the students."

"True.  Poor Athena has done it again.  First she flaunts the dress code, and
now this."

"You know, I always hate it when people deliberately break the rules, especially
rules which they themselves see fit to pass on to everyone else."

"Not very fair of her, is it?"

"No, it is not."

"What to do about it?"

"Hide it.  Hide that silly device so that no one else can see how openly she
flaunts the rules.  Even Miss Athena Valentine is not above the rules."

"With pleasure," said Bohon gleefully.

The teacher walked over to the group of girls watching with amazement the
inexplicable antics of the school's most envied senior.

Slap!  Slap!  Slap! went Athena's thighs as she tried to rid herself of the
devilish vibrations.

Kneeling in front of the girl, unseen in the darkness, Bohon waited until the
smooth thighs began their outward swing.  Her right hand darted between them,
and she retrieved the buzzing pager.  Athena continued to slap her thighs
together a few moments until she dimly realized that she was free of the
vibration at last.  The moment she stopped, Bohon's hand darted once again
between the open thighs, this time thrusting the small pager deep into the
astonished Athena's sopping cunt!

No one noticed Bohon slink away across the dance floor as a screaming Athena
grabbed her lower belly and bend over at the waist.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Athena was in rapture.  Her cunt had gone mad, erupting into a endless series of
orgasms that she was powerless to prevent.  She wanted to collapse happily to
the floor and let the climaxes wash over her, but someone was pulling her by the
hair and she had to follow.

The band had stopped playing and the gym lights were on, bathing the scene in a
brilliant light.

Tara led the spasming senior across the dance floor and onto the stage.  On
center stage was Principal Nelson, standing behind a microphone on a stand.
Behind her was a row of exceptionally well-dressed students, obviously the cream
of the school.  Behind the students, a large white screen came down from the
ceiling.

Tara led Athena by her thick golden hair to the front of the row of students,
but to the right of the Principal so that everyone could get a good view.  She
turned the still bent over reporter so that she was facing the row of finalists
and her tanned behind (and exposed dripping shaven cunt) was facing the dance
floor.  Tara, her long awaited humiliation of Athena Valentine almost complete,
went to her place in the line.

The crowd roared in excitement at the sight of the proud Athena Valentine
exposing herself to practically the entire school!

"All right," said Nelson without giving a hint of knowing what was going on
behind her.  "Quiet down.  Now that we have all of our finalists present for
tonight's awards, especially as the big game is finally over, we may begin."

As each award was presented, the screen behind the stage filled with images of
the student awardee, photos taken of them during the past school year, but no
one noticed, because all eyes were on the incredible sight of Athena Valentine,
the glistening girl-cum running freely down the inside of her thighs so
exquisitely framed by the light blue garter belt, matching stockings and shoes.

Athena knew only what was happening in her exploding cunt.  She shook and shook,
devastated by the constant stream of soul-destroying climaxes.  When the buzzing
once again stopped, the wonderful climaxes continued until they too mercifully
stopped.  Athena could not move, could not even stand up.  She had never felt so
drained, so used.

She felt herself being led again, and went meekly with however had her by the
hair.

"Ah, now," said Nelson.  "Here comes our new queen with our special category
winner."

A beaming Tara led Athena to the microphone.

"Here she is, Principal Nelson."

"Thank you, Queen Tara.  You may now present the award."

Tara smiled at the crowd.  "Tonight we have a one-time award for someone very
special.  This award was suggested by the behavior of the recipient herself, and
I am sure that you will all agree that this is the proper award for the proper
person."

On the screen came images of Athena Valentine.  At first they were images of her
taken at school, haughty, expensively dressed, beautiful, untouchable.  But
these were soon replaced by other images of Athena Valentine, naked, being
fucked by several girls at once, being fucked by a woman while hanging from a
hook in a small room, being fucked while hanging over a copier, shaving herself
on the hood of a car, more and yet more images, both moving and still, of Athena
Valentine fucking.fucking.fucking!

"The Lizzie Borden Award for Class Slut goes of course to Miss Athena
Valentine!!" shouted Tara Marcus in triumph to the roar of joyous approval from
the crowd.

Principal Nelson turned and both she and Tara hung a wide sign around the neck
of the bewildered Athena, which said in blood-red letters on a gleaming white
background: ELIZABETH BORDEN HIGH SCHOOL, CLASS SLUT.

Athena looked up with unseeing eyes at the sea of hostile faces below her.
"What.what.?" she asked, but when the pager buried deep into her cunt once again
began to vibrate she could stand it no longer.

"Oh," Athena said softly, then fainted in a golden heap of sweaty flesh to the
floor of the stage.

"And that concludes tonight's awards," said Nelson happily.  "Please enjoy the
remainder of the evening."

The lights went out and the band began to play once again.  Principal Nelson and
the awardees left the stage, leaving Athena Valentine where she was, the images
of her still playing on the screen.

The Principal went over to the refreshment stand and spoke privately to Paige
for a moment before moving to rejoining Bohon on the other side of the gym.

Paige stood for a time, staring silently at the stage.

Lisa went up to her and asked, "So what did the Principal have to say?"

Paige though for a minute before replying.  "She said that if I still wanted
her, I could have her."

"So, what's the problem?"

"How am I going to explain her to Mom?"

*****

Epilogue

It was late Friday afternoon, two weeks to the day after the prom.

A very haggard looking Athena Valentine carrying a white plastic shopping bag,
with 'The Spanish Market' in green dancing letters printed across the side,
staggered into the small dark office of the editor of The Free Press.  Athena
was wearing a very tight black stretch minidress which barely covered the tops
of her thighs.  The high-necked sleeveless dress, obviously several sizes too
small for her, bulged ominously across her shapely bust and hips, the material
so stretched the tanned skin underneath was clearly visible.  It was also
obvious by the way the stretch material clung to her that she had nothing on
underneath.  On her feet were pink rubber flip-flops which were also much too
small for her.

"Miss Valentine!" the editor cried in shocked recognition.

She stiffly walked across the small room to the editor and he watched in wide-
eyed horror as his fledgling undercover reporter hitched up her skirt enough so
that she could sit down, then fell exhausted into the only seat opposite the
small desk.

"What the Hell happened to you?" he asked in amazement.

"Been staying with a friend," Athena said dully.

She reached into the bag and threw a set of keys onto the editor's desk.

"What's this for?"

"Car and apartment.  Car's downstairs in the lot.  Keep it all."

"Keep your apartment?"

"No, you id...  No, Mr. Merryweather.  I mean keep everything I received for the
assignment.  It's over now."  She shuddered, then added, "Thank God."

"Yes, of course.  I understand.  Thank you.  I had a feeling you might have
grown too attached to that way of life to give up those things easily.  I was
wrong."

She reached into the bag again and carelessly tossed a small black object onto
the desk.

"Pager."

"Yes, I can see that.  You didn't carry it very much, did you?  I mean, I could
never get you to respond to my calls at all, and I tried and tried."

"Sorry.  Lost it...for a while."

"And what's this sticky stuff all over it?"  The puzzled editor turned the small
pager over in his capable hands.  "Looks like you've been soaking it in
something."

Athena lowered her eyes, the feel of the vibrating pager lodged deep in her
vagina still a vivid memory.  "Uh.  Don't know."

He unscrewed the back and shook his head.  The inside was completely filled with
the strange substance.

"Ruined.  A perfectly good piece of equipment ruined.  I certainly hope the rest
of your things are in better condition."

"Sorry."

"And what's with the clothes?  You know the dress code here."

"It's all she had that would fit me."  After blacking out at the prom, she had
woken up naked in Paige's bed with no idea how she had gotten there.  After two
weeks of living in Paige's home, this was the first time Paige had allowed her
any clothes.  She had been hiding from Paige's family the entire time, darting
naked from room to room, hiding under beds and in closets, anywhere in the large
house to keep from being found in such humiliating circumstances.  The dress,
small as it was, was the only item in the young teen's closet which Athena could
squeeze into.

"Who had, the person you were staying with?"

Athena could only nod.

"What happened to your own things?"

A slight shrug of her bare shoulders was Athena's only response.

"And the article?"

Athena fished around in her bag again and produced a floppy disk, which she also
threw onto the desk.

"Finished."

"How is it?" asked the editor as he eagerly inserted the disk into his aging
desk-top computer.

"I...I had to tell her about...me, about...us.  About the job."

"You what?!?"

"I had to tell someone at school, a student, about the assignment."

"Oh my God.  Why, Miss Valentine?  Why did you do such a thing?"

"I had no choice."  After the prom, Paige and the girls had kept her on edge in
Paige's bedroom for one full day before her need to cum drove out any other
consideration.  Completely out of control, unable to endure it any longer, she
finally blurted out everything, who she really was, her assignment, everything,
all for the sake of the climax she so desperately needed.  But there was a
price, a terrible price.  Only if she agreed to be theirs completely for two
weeks, would they grant her pleadings for relief.  For two weeks she would be
theirs, after which they would take her to her apartment and go their separate
ways.

She agreed.  Then it became worse for her, because after that they took great
delight in making her cum all the time, in-between all of the spanking and
tickling sessions they had on her defenseless naked body.  Of course, after
three days they had her eagerly doing the same things to them.

To her eternal shame she knew that, deep in her innermost self, deep in her very
soul, she had loved every minute of it.  Athena found to her astonishment that
being sexually dominated by the Three Amigos was so exciting she could hardly
breathe sometimes.  But the best times were late at night, after Natalie and
Lisa, exhausted, had dragged themselves home.  That was their special time, when
she and Paige would make sweet sex together, as equals, as lovers, pleasuring
each other gently, and with a total abandon that Athena found strangely
thrilling.

Her editor returned her wandering thoughts to the present.

He was furious, his small wrinkled bald head flushed red with anger.  He looked
to the tired reporter more like a dried-up apple then ever.  "But you do realize
what this means, don't you?  You have compromised the entire assignment!  It's
worthless now, absolutely worthless!  All of the fine work for nothing.  And the
money!  The money the paper spent in setting you up and maintaining your cover."

"Sorry."

"Once the word gets out, they can hide what they must, change things around, and
even silence potential witnesses and sources.  Miss Valentine, you have blown it
big time!"

"Sorry."

The editor sat thinking for a moment, then shook his head slightly.  "My fault.
I pressed this assignment on you, when you clearly did not want it.  You were
not ready and I made you take it.  I thought that, despite your reluctance, if
we figured all of the angles of what could go wrong this time it would be
different.  I guess we...I did not figure well enough.  My fault."

Athena sighed.  That was the problem with this man, she decided.  He was such a
caring, decent human being that she always hated to disappoint him, even if he
was not the world's best newspaper editor.

"It's okay, Mr. Merryweather," Athena said as brightly as she could as she stood
up.  "We'll get them next time for sure."

For the first time the editor smiled.  "That's the spirit, my girl."

Athena turned and slowly made her way to the door.

"Miss Valentine, er, Athena," the editor called to the departing reporter, not
unkindly.  "how are you going to get home without the SUV.  Did you arrange to
have someone pick you up?  If not, I can drop you off wherever you like."

"No, thanks.  I have some friends waiting for me downstairs."

"Great.  Now rest up, come back in a week and we'll talk about your next
assignment."

Athena shuddered at the word 'assignment', but nodded to the old man and left
the room.

*****

The editor left his office and walked swiftly to a nearby hallway which had
windows overlooking the entrance to the building.  Waiting by the street-level
entrance were a group of three young teenage girls on bicycles.  One of them was
holding a fourth bicycle.  He noticed that the bikes were clearly the type
preferred by young girls, with long multicolored tassels attached to the
handlebars.  Odd, though.  It looked like the riderless fourth bike had
something strange attached to the seat, but at this distance the editor could
not make out what it was.

"No, that can't be them.  Her friends must be waiting somewhere else," the
editor said quietly.  He looked up and down the street, but could not see any
other people who looked as though they were waiting for someone.

Athena Valentine came out of the building and went directly to the group of
teenagers.  The editor watched in amazement as she pulled up her skirt and very
carefully mounted the fourth bike.  Watching from the window, the editor could
tell that the seat was giving Athena some trouble in getting on.  "Perhaps it's
loose," he thought.  When she had finally mounted, Athena was looking very
flushed for some reason.

The group was ready, but before riding off, one of the girls, obviously the
group's leader, placed a thin pink collar around Athena's neck.  Athena
stiffened, but did nothing to stop her.  The editor could see that attached to
the collar was a long thin silver chain, which the leader had wrapped around her
own waist.

"Now why would she do that?" the editor wondered.

Soon the three girls took off on their bikes, going quickly down the street,
causing the wobbling Athena to follow along as best she could behind them on
what was clearly a child-sized bicycle.

He turned to walk away, then returned to the window, but the girls had already
sped around the corner and were lost to view.  Oh, well, he was probably
mistaken anyway.

The editor shook his head at the strange antics of the younger generation and
went back to his desk.

*****

End of Part 14

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