Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2000 18:58:33 EST
From: LCDRJMC@aol.com
Subject: The Nanny (Rev 2) 4/4

The Nanny (2nd Revision) by lcdrjmc@aol.com

Chapter 4 of 4

   When they felt she was ready, they led the shattered
woman over to the next group.  Athena was so distraught
with lust and guilt that she did not notice at first the
change in groups.  She never did notice that her belt was
never returned to her.
   Now she played 'foreign car dealership.'  Athena was
so worn out that the last thing she wanted was to be
included in yet another silly game, but it had already
started by the time she realized what was happening.
This one sounded harmless enough at first.  She was again
on all fours, but this time was pretending to be a car in
need of repairs.  The children played irate owners and
fumbling mechanics.  She learned to her dismay that they
would be checking her all over for strange noises, loose
parts, and any other ills the children had heard their
parents complain about over the years.
   A fresh set of hands and eyes now began to explore her
proud body, looking for 'problems.'  Once again they
seemed intensely interested in exactly those areas of her
Athena knew they should leave alone, yet now there was a
difference.
   The hands of the grooms had been grasping and greedy.
They literally seemed to have devoured her.  The hands
had seemed positively hungry for her proud flesh.
   The hands of her mechanics were gentle, their feather-
like touches on her nanny suit so light at first she
could hardly notice them as they slowly traced the
rounded contours of her delightful body.  Athena shivered
and goose-pimples erupted all over her.
   She prayed it wouldn't happen but, sure enough, two
children soon slid under her chest and began checking her
still tender and very swollen breasts.  After their
recent mauling, the light touches on her vulnerable
breasts quickly captivated the dazed reporter.  When they
started using their mouths on the erect nipples, it was
all she could do not to press them more fully into the
tiny faces of her small tormentors.!
   For the first time they also unzipped her suit, so
that they could 'look under the hood.'  She let them
check out her bare back (no harm in that), but she
finally drew the line when she felt her suit start to
slip off of her shoulders as impish hands had somehow
worked their way around her sides to her glowing breasts.
Athena shook her head slightly in an attempt to clear it
of the growing sexual haze which surrounded her mind.
She had no idea how long those hands had been inside the
front of her suit and knew that it should have bothered
her much more than it did.  She knew she should be
worried about what was going on, but it was becoming
increasingly difficult for her to concentrate.  There
were hands all over her body, and Athena found it
impossible to keep track of them.  She just wanted to
lose herself in the incredible sensations the children
were giving her.
   But hands on her naked breasts?  No matter how nice it
felt, that was certainly going a bit too far, especially
with this group.  Athena briefly sat up and, after gently
pulling out the offending hands, re-zipped her suit
before obediently getting back down again on all fours
and continuing her inspection.  Strangely, she was not
even embarrassed.  In fact she wondered why she was even
bothering about it.  They weren't doing anything, were
they?  Some dim alarm going off in her heated mind made
her go through the motions, although when she got back
into position she made sure her wonderful breast
mechanics had what they needed.  The thought of leaving
never entered her head.
   After that they thankfully left her suit's zipper
alone.
   The gentle so-called inspection and repair job
continued.  Her mind in a complete cloud by now, Athena
was only vaguely worried when they started talking about
checking out her exhaust system.  Her arms were lowered
until her face was against the floor, leaving her behind
high in the air and her sore breasts mashed into the
carpet, while her knees were spread apart as much as
possible, all for 'easy access.'  Athena, the right side
of her face almost lost in the deep carpet, soon forgot
about everything as the children mercilessly teased her
stewing  womanhood and anus, her hips jerking
involuntarily to the very effective touch of their small
digits.
   The hands dancing ever so delicately over her lightly
covered sex soon had the overpowered reporter wanting to
scream for mercy from all of the unintentional teasing
the children were giving her.  They covered every line,
every curve, every inch of her steaming crotch.  No part
of her escaped them!  She was so aroused she knew her
delightfully tormented pussy was openly dripping now in
her tight suit, but she didn't care.  It felt so
fantastic, she didn't care about anything anymore, even
the fingers poking into her puckered anus.
   Totally lost in the wonderful sensations of her sexual
delirium, Athena could only groan helplessly, "Oohh.
What are you doing to me?"
   Suddenly, she tensed in horror as she sensed the
climax rising within her.  Athena knew she was ready to
have an orgasm and realized too late that things had
gotten way out of hand.
   "Oh, no!  I'm going to cum!" she moaned in despair.
She held her breath and waited for the ultimate
humiliation to finally happen, her white fists
desperately clutching the carpet.  And waited.  And
waited.
   She had never felt so ready, yet it did not happen!
Trembling, she began to breath again in wonder.  "What
happened?" she thought.
   After a while, Athena realized that the children were
still touching her, but in a different way.  It was much
more calming how they were rubbing her back and sides
then before, with the delicious things they were doing to
her sex.  She sighed in relief into the carpet, but there
was also a vast sense of unfulfillment, even frustration
building within her now.
   As soon as the danger of her losing control passed and
she relaxed, the touching changed and Athena found
herself again being carried helplessly along to the
precipice of climax as her sex was again the delicate
focus of the insidious mechanics, and again she was left
trembling on the brink.  The reporter knew she would
surly go insane if this continued!
   The dazed reporter wondered why they were doing this
to her, when she realized that it wasn't them at all.  It
was really her!  They couldn't know!  They were innocent
children, young girls who could not possibly know what
they were doing to her.  How could they?  They could not
know what secrets stimulated a full-grown woman into
sexual ecstasy, any more then they could know the private
need of one to reach her sexual zenith after that.  It
was pure madness of her to even think of it being
otherwise.  So what was the solution?
   (Making little whimpering sounds of pure frustration,
Athena began to move her body back and forth over the
floor.  This caused her highly sensitive nipples to rub
the carpet and to push her hips back into the hands of
her tormentors.)
   Of course!  The children had no idea what they were
really doing to her.  It was all just a game to them!
Fortunately for her, it was a game that could not
continue forever.
    But it did continue!  She was brought to the edge not
once, but several times, yet the great release she so
feared and wanted never seemed happened!  Just when the
terrible pressure within her grew too great, it would
magically lessen, leaving the very confused nanny feeling
more and more frustrated.
   Finally the game was over and Athena the Car was
pronounced to be ready for the road.  She was quietly
sobbing in her frustration, her tears running freely
across her face and into the carpet.  The children wiped
her face with a towel and somehow were able to get the
distressed nanny to her feet.  Sometime during the game
she must have lost her boots, because she vaguely noticed
her feet were bare when the children led her staggering
to the next group.
   "Please," she begged weakly.  "Please, no more."  She
had not a clue as to what was going on any more.  She
knew she was at the point where she could not take any
more of whatever it was that was happening to her.  Her
shattered nerves demanded release.  She did not really
care what happened to her anymore, just as long as
something did, and soon.  As she walked, the slight
movement of her breasts, the slick friction of her
lubricated thighs, all nearly made her cum as she was
walked only the brief distance to the other group.
   For Athena the last game was the worst of all.  Able
to barely stand, they led her, disheveled and gasping,
over to where the last group was playing.  She just stood
there, with no one saying a word.  She was becoming
grateful for this quiet opportunity to recover, when she
heard a screamed, "Tickle Attack!"
   "Oh, no!" she pleaded as she was mobbed by five
laughing children.  Unable to protect herself in time,
she went down before the giggling onslaught.  Everyone
piled on top of her and quickly tickled her into a state
of laughing helplessness.
   "STOP IT!" she screamed as she laughed hysterically.
"Please stop it, I beg you!  Please, please stop!  Oh
God!  SAVE ME!"
   Helpless against the onslaught, her clever assailants
covered her with their hands as her sides began to ache
terribly  from all the laughter.  Ignoring her repeated
pleas for mercy, the little ones used this opportunity
for one last true assault on her vulnerable and
prominently displayed erotic zones.
   A shattered Athena, lying on the carpeted floor, open
and helpless before their cunning hands and educated
digits, was powerless to defend her vulnerable body.
Swiftly she was fondled, stroked, tweaked, and fingered.

   It was over very quickly, so quickly that Athena was
still screaming for mercy long after the cunning children
had finished with her.  She realized her mistake and
became quiet, but she was beyond feeling foolish about
it.  She was beyond feeling anything, except a hideous,
powerful need for release!
   Although this last game was thankfully brief, for
Athena it was more than enough.  By the time the last
group had finished with her, she was in an alarming
state.  Her heart was pounding heavily under her heaving
chest.  She could not steady her breathing at all.  She
was incredibly warm within the nanny suit and could feel
herself sweating profusely in the cool room.  She could
feel her nipples, surprising tender, were almost bursting
through the thin suit.  The tight material of the suit
that stretched over her throbbing crotch, now completely
soaked, was like a hand holding her terribly teased sex.
  She had been unknowingly stimulated without respite
almost to the point of madness all afternoon.  She was
physically worn out, emotionally spent, yet so sexually
primed that the slightest bit of stimulation applied to
her now would most surely push her over the edge.
   All Athena could think of was finding a quiet spot and
to try a get a grip on her shattered nerves.  She could
feel her vaginal fluids heavy within her very ready pussy
and dully hoped that they would not stain her suit too
much until she could calm herself down out of this
extraordinary sexual high she was on at the moment.  Her
breasts were incredibly swollen and tender, the nipples
even more so.
   She left the last group and staggered over to the
center of the room.  Athena sank cross-legged onto the
thick carpet, feeling completely bewildered and
exhausted.  The children seated themselves all around her
in a tight circle.  The ones in front saw her unseeing
eyes and heaving breasts, with the erect nipples
practically piercing their way through the thin clinging
fabric of her suit.  The children there gave knowing
looks to those sitting behind their befuddled nanny.
   The tiny sound of Athena's zipper being lowered ripped
across the absolute stillness of the room like a gunshot
heard in a church on a quiet Sunday morning.  Athena
stiffened in alarm, but she knew there was no fight left
in her.  Too much had happened to her!  She could not
even think any more.  Her mind was so clouded she wasn't
totally sure why she was there sitting on the floor.  Was
this the start of yet another game?  Athena was only
aware that her poor body was screaming desperately for
some kind of release from all of the unintentional
teasing, the divine torment she had been receiving at the
hands of these devilish children.  If only she wasn't so
close!  The blessed release of an orgasm was all she
could think about!  What had those little ones been doing
to her?  The children had unknowingly brought her to the
edge and then had kept her there with their strange
games.  Her climax was so close she could taste it!
   Her breasts were incredibly swollen and lonely.  It
was all Athena could do not to press her hands tightly
against them to comfort the proud orbs, but then how
could she ever explain what she was doing to the
children?  Her shaking hands were in tight fists, to keep
from touching herself.
   She instinctively wanted to press her legs to help
stifle the constant throbbing of her obviously outraged
sex, but she noticed that the slightest pressure of her
secretion-slicked thighs together caused her practically
destroyed mind to go spinning off even more.  Her
pulsating womanhood was so ready it was unbelievable!
Athena wasn't sure she hadn't suffered a few mini-
climaxes already!  It was impossible for her to tell any
more.  All she knew for sure was that the slightest touch
by anything even near her sex could easily push her over
the precipice forever!
   The confused reporter felt the zipper to her suit
continue its slow downward journey, but this time she
could do nothing.  She would fix it in a moment.  Oh,
yes!  She would certainly fix everything in a moment.
Right now she desperately needed to rest and to get her
body back under control, otherwise she would loose it in
front of these innocents and be humiliated for life!

   The 'children' had been waiting for this moment all
afternoon.  It would have been far too easy for everyone
to have their fun with her when she was unconscious in
the bathroom.  They wanted this beautiful woman to know
exactly what was happening to her.  Everything that they
had done to their nanny before this was only to prepare
her for this one sublime moment, the time of her final
and most public submission to their collective wills.
Athena Valentine was at last theirs for the taking, and
they knew it.  They just wanted to be sure that Miss
Valentine knew it too, so that they could enjoy her
conquest even more.

   The zipper was all the way down Athena's erect back
when the hall door opened and a young maid came into the
sex-charged room carrying a large silver tray loaded with
flat white boxes.  The girl was a temporary hire who's
duties in the kitchen were quite conventional.  She
looked with startled eyes at the pink-clad Athena
surrounded by children, all sitting Indian-style on the
floor.
   "How sweet.  Must be story time," she said.
   She walked towards the group, then stopped in
amazement.
   "Oh, my goodness," she gasped when she really had a
good look at Athena.  The woman was soaked with sweat!
There was a large wet stain right in the crotch of her
body stocking, as well as serious stains at the ends of
each breast and down along her ribs underneath each
armpit.
   And that outfit!  Wow!  Talk about hot pink!  But,
really, how tight can you get?  Still, she wondered
briefly where she could pick up something like that, at a
reasonable price of course.
   The maid looked again at the large wet stain covering
the blonde beauty's entire pink-wrapped crotch.  "No, it
couldn't be," she said to herself.  "She must have
spilled something."  What a slob!
   The maid was disconcerted by the way the children
were all looking at her with strangely hostile eyes, as
if she had just interrupted something very important.
   Anxious to be out of there as soon as possible, she
blurted to the dazed Athena, "Here are the pizzas you
wanted."  Getting no response, she tried again.  "I'm
from the kitchen?  Where, ah, where do you want me to put
them?" she asked the panting, glassy-eyed woman in pink.
    When Athena continued to be silent, one of the older
girls finally got up and went over to the delivery girl
still standing by the door.
   "I'm Peggy," said the child.
   "Hello, Peggy.  I'm Diana.  Ah, where would your
sitter like these?"
   "Put them in the kitchenette, please."
   "Thanks."  Lowering her voice, Diana added, "Is
anything the matter with her?"
   "Flu," the child answered.
   "Oh."
   "We're taking care of her."
   "Ooohh.  That's so cute," Diana gushed.
   Keeping as far away as possible from where the
obviously distressed Athena was sitting, the maid went
into the kitchenette and unloaded the tray.
   When she returned, she asked the still standing Peggy,
"Do you need any help?"
   "No thank you.  We have everything we need."
   "Well, okay, then.  Be sure to call if you should need
something later.  We'll be there all day.  'Bye."
   "Good-bye."
   Diana left, after one last look at the strange beauty
sitting on the floor.  "Phew," she muttered, fanning
herself as she walked down the hall toward the kitchen
stairs.  There was something about that woman in pink
surrounded by all of those kids.  "Hot!"

   In the interval of the maid's visit, Athena felt
recovered enough to try and take charge of her unruly
children once again.  Besides, she just couldn't sit
there any longer.  She had to do something, anything, to
take her fried mind off of her super-heated body.
   The presence of the maid caused the nanny to remember
her responsibilities once more.  She was here with the
children for a purpose.  It was her job to take care of
them, not to take advantage of their innocence in the
secret gratification of her own sick desires.
   It was a tremendous effort for her, but she wearily
pulled her zipper up, then unsteadily got to her feet.
She didn't she pull the zipper all the way to the top,
nor did she fasten the small clasp located at the top.
It was a difficult reach for her at the best of times and
she was feeling much too tired and sore to bother with
it.  She certainly wasn't going to ask any of the
children for help, considering the odd way they had been
behaving lately.
   It did not matter, because unknown to Athena a child
had quickly stood behind her and pulled down on the
zipper as Athena slowly rose to her feet.  The child
deliberately yanked the long zipper's tab past its end,
effectively jamming it completely open.
   "Okay, children," Athena said dully.  "Play time is
over.  It's time for us to eat."
   The spell was broken and there was nothing they could
do about it!  For the moment, anyway.  Masking their
colossal disappointment at this unfortunate turn of
events, the 'children' all responded with practiced cries
of joy and made a dash for the food.
   A weaving Athena watched as the children set their
places at the table.  Tears of gratitude came to her eyes
as she saw them set a place for her as well, right in the
middle.  She noticed that a few had even gone under the
table near her spot, probably to make sure the floor was
clean or something.
   "You're such great kids," she said to them, when they
held out the chair for her.   "Thank you."
   As the completely befuddled reporter stood beside her
chair, waiting for the children to settle themselves, she
never noticed a small hand that crept up between her
thighs and began to massage her dripping sex.
  "Uhh!" she gasped as a small thumb pressed against her
swollen clit.  It felt so wonderful, yet why did these
strange sensations keep happening?  Athena bit her lower
lip as she fought this latest in an endless series of
insane urges to climax!  Will this never end?  She
couldn't sit here now, she realized, feeling like this.
She would cum for sure as soon as she tried to sit down.
The sensations stopped and, after a fruitless attempt to
gain control of her raging body, Athena was at least able
to shakily back away from the table.
  "You...you children go ahead and eat.  I'm...I'm feeling a
little funny right now, and need to lay down for a bit."
   After making sure that everyone had napkins and
something to drink, Athena looked around for a place to
be alone for a time.  There were couches in the playroom
of course, but she had had enough of kids!  She thought
of going to her suite down the hall, but then she would
be too far away in case anything happened.  She was still
on duty.  The only alternative was the child-sized rest
room.
   She turned and staggered over to the entrance and
looked with tired loathing at the small rubber door
located at the base of the wall.  "Damn," she muttered
quietly, and got down on the floor.
   "Ow!" she cried as her painfully swollen and very
tender breasts came into full contact with the floor.
Sighing, she rolled over and, on her back, began inching
her way head-first into the narrow opening with her arms
at her sides.
   Careless in her nervous exhaustion, she forgot to have
her arms go through the doorway first.  Her shoulders
became tightly wedged in the small opening, leaving her
head and neck in the empty bathroom and the rest of her
on the other side of the wall.
   "That's just fucking great!" she cried bitterly as she
struggled frantically to free herself.  In her panic at
being stuck, her head cleared a great deal of its thick
carnal haze, but it was too late.  Try as she might, she
was hopelessly trapped!
   Swallowing her pride, Athena shouted as loudly as she
could, "Help!  Children, help me!  I'm stuck!!"
   Within a short time, she could thankfully hear their
laughing voices on the other side of the wall.
   "What's wrong, Athena?" they chorused.
   "I'm stuck, children."
   "Should we get some help?"
   "NO!  Under no circumstances are you to get anyone.
If you can just help to pull me out, everything will be
fine."
   "Are you really stuck?" one asked politely.
   "Yes, honey.  I'm afraid so."
   "TICKLE ATTACK!" Athena heard a sweet young voice
scream.
   "NO!  DON'T YOU DARE YOU LITTLE SHITS..."  Athena's
protests turned into uncontrollable laughter, her lower
arms waving uselessly, as the children went to work on
her defenseless body.
   While some worked on her sensitive ribs and feet,
others with a different game in mind started on her
thinly covered breasts and pouting labia.
   As she laughed uncontrollably, Athena's quivering body
jumped and twisted, but she couldn't shake off her
tormentors.  She felt the children's hands all over her
vulnerable body, and there was nothing she could do about
it.
   As abruptly as the tickle attack began, it ended.
   "Thank God!" a worn out Athena panted as she tried to
get her breath back.
   She was plotting her retribution when she felt a
strange pressure upon her bubbling crotch, and she
unexpectedly climaxed.
   Shocked, she screamed, "OH NO!" as her vagina began
sending uncontrollable convulsions all through her
tortured being!  Her body bucked wildly, sending children
flying through the air like confetti.
   "AAAAAAHHHH!" Athena screamed as the climax that had
been forbidden her for so long jarred her to her very
soul!  Huge waves of deep guilt and extreme satisfaction
collided within her shattered mind as her over-teased
body responded in wild exhilaration to this seemingly
ultimate release.
   On and on it went, her body flailing helplessly under
the throes of the most monstrous orgasm the continuously
spasming Athena could ever remember!  It continued for so
long the astonished reporter knew that she would surly
die if it didn't stop soon!
   Finally her strange ordeal was over and her maddened
body began to slow in its mindless quest for forbidden
satisfaction.  In the center of the subsiding storm, a
thankfully recovering Athena felt the strange pressure on
her steaming crotch return and she climaxed again, and
then again!
   "NOOOOO!" she cried as she was once more overpowered
by her own treacherous body.
   In her emotional turmoil, she was dimly aware of her
cuntal fluids being pumped by her strongly pulsating
vagina into the sopping crotch of her nanny suit.
   As the effects of her mighty orgasms started to fade,
Athena was slowly able to take stock of her humiliating
situation.
   "Oooooh," she moaned in her despair as she thought of
how her obviously soiled suit must look to the children.
"They'll see, they'll see."
   She felt like such a slut!  After playing closely with
innocent children for the first time as a nanny, her body
had gone off like a rocket.  What was wrong with her?
   Athena lay listlessly for a long time, overcome with
shame at her body's uncontrolled behavior.  She gradually
became aware of a strong tugging on her suit that was
happening all over her body.
   "The children!" she said weakly.  The children were
trying to rescue her.
   "Thank you, children!  Thank you!" she gratefully
gasped.  "Now, pull together, children, pull on my arms
and leg so I can get the hel'... get out of here."
   It soon became obvious to the trapped reporter that
the children were intent on doing it their own way, and
were ignoring her advise completely.
   The perplexed Athena began to feel something else
happening to her.  Her uniform's back was spreading apart
under the effects of the children's efforts, and the
loosened elastic material of her suit was starting to
slowly slide down off of her smooth shoulders!
   "ON NO!  Please, God, not that!" she prayed, but the
material continued its slide.
   "Children!" she desperately called.  "Don't hold my
clothes, okay?  Hold my hands and pull on those."
   She held up her open hands as much as she could, but
nothing changed.  The children in their noisy enthusiasm
continued to ignore her, regardless of how much she
called out to them.  They kept pulling on her sleeves
instead of her hands!
   The material continued its slow journey downward.
Athena began to truly panic when it reached the tops of
her breasts.
   "Please, children!" the frantic Athena pleaded as she
tried to pull up her descending suit.  "You must stop
now!  Stop and go for help.  Find a grownup, find anyone!
It doesn't matter!  Just stop what you are doing,
please!"
   But they didn't stop.  The children easily pulled the
loosened sleeves over her defending hands and continued
to draw on the tight garment.  Athena thought of kicking
with her legs but was afraid of hurting one of the
children.  So she could do nothing except loudly protest
what was going on.
   When her terribly erect nipples were finally exposed,
Athena heard cries of wonder from the other room and
she started weeping uncontrollably.
   By the time the children had worked the material down
to her waist, Athena had become emotionally spent.  The
day had just become too much for her to endure any
longer.  She was too tired to do anything now except lie
there.  She couldn't even cry about her exposure anymore.
   Yet she was still startled when she felt small mouths
start to suck and lick on her swollen, exposed breasts.
Unable to do anything about it, Athena could only pray
that would soon tire of this game before her out-of-
control body erupted shamefully once again.
   Others joined them on the increasingly exposed areas
of her body, licking and kissing the supple flesh of her
abdomen.  When her pubic area was exposed, she heard a
delighted gasp from the other room, and immediately felt
hands and mouths all over her pubic triangle.  Her tear-
streaked face burned in shame as the children were
delightfully playing with her trimmed growth of pubic
hair, and merrily investigating the other wonders of her
now exposed womanhood.
   Athena laughed insanely at the thought.  Here she was,
the keen, new investigative reporter who was now herself
being thoroughly investigated!
   Other mouths followed the now rapidly retreating
garment as it raced down past her supple thighs and
sculptured legs.  Soon Athena knew she was completely
nude, trapped, and totally at the mercy of anyone who
wanted her.  The eager and surprisingly knowing young
mouths and hands that covered her from her poor abused
chest to her wide-apart feet were ample proof to her of
her naked body's extreme vulnerability.
   She knew that the children, in spite of their
strangely intense interest in her body, were naturally
far too young to be considered any real threat to her
sexually.  She was certain that at their age it was
impossible for them to have the slightest concept of the
effect their actions were having on her overly-responsive
body.
   Unfortunately, they were also far too young to be able
to provide any real protection from anyone who really
would want to take advantage of her ridiculous
predicament.
   Detesting herself for her lack of control, she could
already sense the rising tide of sensations within her as
her traitorous body began to quickly respond once again
to the children's innocent activities.
   "My God!" the 21-year old woman screamed as her third
orgasm suddenly overcame her, her body writhing.  "I'm
lost!"
   Her shattered mind totally defeated, Athena promptly
fainted.

   In a small, dark room located in the depths of the
mansion, a small figure watched with delight as Athena's
nude torso, splashed in exquisite detail across a wide-
screen monitor, thrashed in one last mighty spasm before
finally becoming still.
   "They really surpassed themselves this time," Mrs.
Devereux said to herself with satisfaction.
   She looked again at the prone figure on the screen,
now covered again with the 'children.'   She couldn't
blame them one bit.  They had earned their reward, and
then some.  And the reward looked very tasty indeed,
especially when she was sprawled out helpless like that.
   The fact that women tended to run small in her family
(her own, beautiful Danielle being quite the exception)
did come in handy for her purposes from time to time.  It
was a nuisance having to change all the arrangements at
the last minute, but it had to be done.  Keeping all
the children safe at her sister's nearby estate was the
only option.
   One week was all she would need to get to this so-
called reporter, then she would be hers forever!  Ha!  As
if she couldn't recognize a policewoman's notes when she
saw them.
   "Well," she thought, after watching her eager teen-
aged nieces have their fun with the unconscious Athena,
"if our new 'nanny' thinks today was exciting, she is in
for quite a surprise."  She wondered which of her various
secret operations the police had uncovered, but decided
that, in the long run, it really didn't matter.  She
would simply do her best to protect them all, and her
best could be very formidable indeed.
   "Send someone to investigate me, will they?" Mrs.
Devereux said, then sighed.  Wait until she called that
old fool Forthingill.  These kind of mistakes just
weren't supposed to happen.  "I'd say that this called
for a refund," she said grimly.
   She looked at the photocopied pages of Athena's
journal and thought again of the steps she would have to
take until she had this Valentine woman under her
control.  "The fools, they haven't the slightest idea
with whom they are dealing, but they'll soon find
out."
   "Or rather," Mrs. Devereux whispered gleefully, her
eyes glinting madly as they roamed over the nude Athena,
"she'll soon find out!  The 'children' will see to that."


The Nanny:  Part Six

   Athena Valentine awoke suddenly in the darkened
playroom.  The dream she just experienced had been
terrifying, and she was still not over its effects.  It
was the night of her graduation form City College, and
her entire family had gotten together and reserved a room
in the fanciest restaurant in town to celebrate.  They
were all dressed to the Nines.  Even her younger sister
had been wearing real clothes for a change.
   Things were just fine until she felt a light tickling
on her feet.  She sneaked a look under the tablecloth and
was shocked to see an entire army of women only one inch
high covering her feet and crawling up her legs!  She
looked closer and saw that the leader looked suspiciously
like Mrs. Devereux.  Try as she might to prevent it with
out attracting attention, the tiny women climbed up her
stocking-covered legs and moved underneath her dress.
   She had been frantic when they began cutting small
parts away from her pantyhose.  She thought of dashing
off to the ladies room to get them off her, but her
family kept asking her questions about college.
   Suppressing a scream, she felt a second group continue
to move up the inside of her dress until they reached her
bra, and began cutting small bits away from that as well.
   Soon the floor around her was piled high with the
small sliced pieces of her underwear, and she was naked
under her dress.
   Absolutely helpless, she could only sit there
squirming as the tiny women now began to stimulate her
vulnerable privates.  She could feel their tiny bodies
all over her breasts, the small mouths nibbling on her
(to them) enormously erect nipples.  Not content with
fondling her labia on the outside, vast numbers of them
were also teasing her from inside her vagina as well.
   Agitated beyond endurance, she stood up and started
for the rest room.  She could feel vaginal fluids
running down the inside of her legs as she stumbled away
from the table.
   It was when she was in the center of the dining room
that she climaxed and the seams on her dress disappeared,
leaving her screaming in lust with clouds of tiny naked
women covering her chest and pubes.
   The scream woke her.
   When Athena opened her eyes, the first thing she saw
was Danielle's smiling face hovering over hers.  She knew
she was on her back and totally exposed in the middle of
the floor in the empty play room, yet relief flooded
through the naked 21-year old woman.  With Danielle here
she was finally safe from the children.
   "Wow, babe," the girl said softly.  "Did we have
ourselves a fun first day, or what?"
   "Oh, Danielle!" Athena cried as she wrapped her arms
around Danielle's long, stalk-like neck.  "It was awful!"
   Putting her thin arms around Athena's shoulders and
under her knees, Danielle easily lifted the sobbing woman
from the floor, and held her for a moment before heading
for the door, enjoying the feel of the warm, firm flesh
on her bare arms.
   When she reached the door, the sobbing Athena suddenly
became alarmed.  "Wait!  I can't go out there like...
like this!"
   "It's all right," Danielle soothed.  "It's very late
and there is no one around.  And even if there were, it's
still all right in this house."
   "Okay," sobbed the distraught Athena, not sounding
very sure about this at all.  "If you say so."
   Danielle lightly carried her delectable burden through
the deserted hallway and back to the nanny suite.  Once
inside, Danielle continued to carry Athena through the
sitting room and into the bedroom.
   Raising her head from Danielle's shoulder, the softly
sobbing Athena watched them pass through the rooms.
"Where are you taking me?" she said meekly.
   "These are your rooms, remember.  We are going to get
you fixed up for bed."
   "That'll be nice," the naked woman sniffed sleepily as
she laid her head back down on Danielle's shoulder.
   Danielle placed Athena on her feet in her adjoining
bathroom.  "Okay, now," she said carefully.  "Do your
business, wash your face, and brush your teeth. If you
need me for anything, I'll be right outside."
   "Okay.  And thanks.  Thanks for rescuing me," Athena
said shyly, and closed the bathroom door.

   The normally unflappable Danielle, after being in such
close proximity to Athena's lush, nude body, was so
light-headed from the experience she had to lie down on
the bed for a moment.

   By the time Athena had returned to the bedroom, she
was feeling very refreshed.  What had happened seemed
so incredible that she refused to think about it tonight.
   Athena was surprised to see that Danielle had the bed
spread turned down and the lights dimmed.  She noticed
Danielle was, as usual, sprawled comfortably across the
bed, watching her with those surprisingly alert eyes of
hers.
   "Such service for a lowly nanny," the smiling Athena
said.  She was wrapped in a bath towel, and was in the
process of putting another around her wet hair.
   "Anything for you, babe," Danielle murmured very
softly.  "Oh, we sleep in the raw here at Castle
Devereux, ma'am," she called to Athena across the room.
   "You might," Athena said, laughing a little.  "I
don't."
   Athena walked over to her dresser and went through the
drawers, looking for something to sleep in.  She found
the underwear drawer and removed a pair of modest white
panties and a long, sleeping T-shirt.
   Danielle said nothing when Athena pulled on the
panties underneath the towel.  She was patient, and knew
her time would come to lower those panties and obtain
those delightful secrets which were hidden inside soon
enough.
   With her back to her guest, Athena demurely dropped
her towel and quickly pulled on the T-shirt over her
head.  She was grateful that her clothes had been neatly
put away by the staff.  It would save her the trouble of
doing so tomorrow.
   At the thought of tomorrow, and the fresh horrors it
would bring, Athena froze.  Try as she might to forget
them, the terrible events of the day flooded through her.
   "This was only the first day!" her mind screamed.
"The first day!"
   In the mirror over the dresser, Athena saw that
Danielle had noticed her look of panic and had come over
to where she was standing.
   "What's wrong, honey?"  the tall teenager kindly
asked, as she wrapped her long arms around Athena's
trembling body.
   "First Day!" Athena was finally able to gasp.  "It's
only the first day!"
   Athena felt Danielle's hands as they slid up her back
to rest at the base of her neck.  There, she felt
Danielle's fingers start to dig into the wrought-iron
muscles of Athena's shoulders.
   "Good God!" Danielle exclaimed, humorously.  "I've
held steel weights that were more flexible than these.  I
can see this is going to take a while."  She led the
still trembling Athena over to the foot of the bed.
   Before the woman had a chance to react, Danielle
deftly pulled Athena's T-shirt over her head and pushed
her face down onto her bed.
   "Oh!  Danielle!" cried the startled Athena as she
scrambled to cover the sides of her exposed breasts from
view.
   "Oh, brother!  Now you get modest!" muttered Danielle
as she undressed herself.  "Get yourself comfortable,
nanny."
   "I would like my shirt back, please."
   "No.  You can't do this with clothes on, it just isn't
the same, and you'll never get to sleep tonight without
it.  You're as stiff as a board, honey."
   Danielle watched with amusement as the reluctant
Athena slowly slid up the bed, being extremely careful to
keep her naked chest as covered as possible.

   As she slid over the silk sheets, Athena was surprised
at the reaction her semi-nude body was having because of
her contact with the luxurious fabric.  Goose pimples
appeared all over her exposed flesh.  Her nipples were
suddenly outrageously hard as they dragged on the slick
material.
   Athena didn't know what to do!  "If only Danielle
hadn't taken my top," she thought.  She knew that if she
got up, her chest would be exposed, and she had more than
enough of that today.  So she continued moving up the
slick, cool sheets, gritting her teeth to fight the
insane sensations her body was feeling.  "If it's this
bad now, what will sleeping in them be like?" the
despondent reporter thought.  At least she would have her
top on then, and possibly even a bra.  Usually she didn't
wear a bra at night, but it would be better not to take
any chances tonight, she decided.  Things were strange
enough with her as it was.

   Danielle waited until Athena had moved herself up the
length of the king-sized bed and placed her head sideways
on a pillow.  Nude, Danielle got on the bed and straddled
Athena's waist with her thighs.
   "Danielle!" cried the suddenly alarmed Athena as the
nude Danielle settled herself comfortably on the raised
hillocks of Athena's firm buttocks.  "What are you doing?
I'm not even dressed!"  She turned her head and looked
behind her in shock.  "And neither are you!  What are you
thinking?"
   "I'm going to have my way with you," Danielle said
softly, as she started massaging the stiff muscles at the
base of Athena's neck.
   "What?"
   "I said I'm going to have a New Wave review," Danielle
said, much more loudly. "Later this week, when I can get
my room back.  Want to come?"
   "Oh.  But...but...," Athena sputtered, unable to
continue.  Two women naked on the same bed like this, it
just wasn't right.  But, how can you explain that to
someone without offending her, especially when she had
just come to your rescue?  The problem was too much for
Athena's tired mind this late in a very long day, so she
just closed her eyes and got comfortable.
   "That's right.  Lay your head back down like a good
little girl.  This could be some time before we are
done."
   "Not for too long, okay?  I'm very tired."
   "After your day, I can believe it.  But, tired or not,
this is going to be a very long night for both of us
unless I can get you relaxed first."
   "For both of us?"
   "Have a short attention span, do we?  I told you
before, when the company comes to town, I am homeless.
Fortunately, this is a very big bed because (in case you
haven't noticed) I am a very big girl."
   Athena chuckled at that, and began to feel much more
at ease.  "That was why she took her clothes off," she
thought, greatly relieved.  "She's sleeping here
tonight."
   Danielle could feel the tension begin to ease out of
the perfect body beneath her.
   "You never said if you were going to come to my
review."
   "Oh.  Sure.  Ah, what's 'new wave' anyway, some kind
of music?"
   "You know, for a teenager, you sure aren't up on your
popular culture.  Unless you've been living in a cave
somewhere, I would have thought that all kids our age
would know everything there was to know about New Wave."
   Danielle could feel the tension immediately return to
Athena's muscles.
   "Yes.  Well, my parents were pretty strict and I
didn't get out much.  Sorry."
   "Of course you didn't.  Now, shut up and let me get
some of these kinks out."
   As Danielle worked on her stiff shoulders, Athena
gradually felt the terrors of the day fade into the
background of her mind.   She knew she should have done
some research into what was currently popular with
teenagers, but the assignment and everything which
followed happened so quickly she just didn't have time to
do much of anything.  Athena though she had covered up
her ignorance well enough, but she realized she had to be
much more careful about such things in the future.
   She had enough to worry about without having her cover
blown as well.  God only knew where that would lead.

   Unnoticed by the thinking reporter, Danielle was
slowly working her way down Athena's supple back.  She
wasn't even aware that the teenager had moved her arms
away from her sides, and had included the bulging sides
of her tender breasts in the massage.

   Before she did anything else, Athena knew she had to
become the perfect nanny.  Her poor performance today
could have seriously jeopardized her position at the
Devereux home.  Yet, was it possible that that was
exactly what was also expected of a nanny here.  Not to
be just be a child's companion and guardian, but their
playmate as well?  Even (My God!) their plaything?
   She just couldn't do that!  Not at all!  Besides,
these were children after all (and girls at that), not
the usual group of sex-crazed guys she had to put up with
at college and work, the animals.
   Still, something wasn't right.  Not with what Danielle
was doing to her.  That felt wonderful.  The strong hands
of the tall teenager were down to Athena's waist now and
Athena was so warm and content she felt like purring.
   Something wasn't right about the children.
   Where were all the complaints from parents or, worse,
Mrs. Devereux, about her unspeakable behavior today.
True, they might not have heard about it yet, but her
nude presence (Athena started blushing at the thought) on
the floor in the play room would have been hard for
anyone to miss when they had come for their daughters at
8.
   Athena was relieved when she sensed Danielle rise off
her hips and crawl down to the foot of the bed.  "Good,
Athena thought.  "She's finished.  Now I can finally
think this thing through in peace and then try to get
some sleep."
   Thinking over the events of the day and their possible
implications, Athena was only vaguely disappointed when
she felt Danielle spread her legs wide apart.  "Must not
be finished yet," she thought.  She settled herself
deeper in the sheets, secretly enjoying the feel of the
seductive material on her heated flesh, in the pleasant
expectation of the massage being continued.
   Athena stiffened though when she felt Danielle's hands
on her thinly covered buttocks and now-spread naked
thighs.  She knew she really should say something, but
she felt she was just now on the lead of something big
and didn't want to break her concentration.  Besides, she
was wearing panties, thank goodness, and Danielle was a
girl after all, so what could happen?
   Going back to her original idea, Athena felt
increasing surges of excitement.  If nannies were indeed
expected to act as their charges' playthings, what a
story that would make!  And if they were expected to do
so for the children, what about the parents?  How did
they fit into this scheme?  Were the parents at fault for
their nanny's predicament?  Or was this all part of some
new child-rearing theory that was being secretly tested
in the field.  And were the nannies a willing component?
She knew her small group going through nanny school were
not given the same training as the others.  Maybe this
was all part of her missing training?

   So focused had Athena become, Danielle was able to
easily slip between the woman's opened thighs and began
to expertly tease her panty-covered vulva with one hand
while still working on her buttocks with the other.  She
noted with satisfaction that Athena's slick crotch band
was already very damp.

   Athena found herself becoming more and more excited.
Never had she been so turned on by an idea before!  The
very idea made her absolutely breathless: Nannies as
playthings!  How dehumanizing!  How terrible!  How
exhilarating!  What a story!!
   She felt electrified, as if she were on the edge of
something very important.  She could feel her heart was
literally racing inside her rapidly heaving chest she was
so excited.
   Without realizing it, Athena started to push her hips
against the insidious hand Danielle had working between
her thighs.

   Athena felt her entire body tingling with excitement!
This assignment could be her ticket after all, her big
chance to break into the major newspapers.  No more free
press!  No more sleazy assignments covering supermarket
openings!  Athena Valentine, Washington Correspondent!
Athena Valentine, World-Famous Author!  Athena Valentine,
Pulitzer Prize Winner!  Athena Valentine, TV Talk-Show
Host!
   It was when she was receiving the Nobel Prize for
Literature, that Athena Valentine, future multi-media
star, unexpectedly climaxed!
   Shocked, the gasping Athena grabbed the silk sheets
under her in horror as her semi-nude body convulsed about
the bed.  "What happened?" her dazed mind wondered as she
helplessly felt the narrow crotch band of her tight
panties becoming soaked with her flowing vaginal fluids.
"What in hell happened?"

   It was only when her body finally calmed down that she
was able to take stock.  She lay there, panting for air.
She felt Danielle pull her tight soiled panties down her
hips and off her legs, but for the moment she just didn't
care.  It was when Danielle turned her over onto her back
that she started to say something, then stopped when the
teenager thankfully covered her nude body with a silk
sheet.
   "Thank you," Athena mumbled, ashamed of herself once
again as she rolled over on her side and drew her knees
up to her chest, so she wouldn't have to face a witness
to her shame.
   "It's all right," Danielle said kindly.  She turned
out the lights, pulled up the sheet, and got into bed
behind the distressed nanny.  She rolled on her side
and pressed her nude front tightly against Athena's back.
She rubbed Athena's thick blonde hair with her left hand
and slid her right hand up and down the curled-up woman's
bare flank.
   "There, there," the girl whispered.  "There, there."
   Unable to hide any longer, Athena moved her legs down
and spun around.  She threw herself fiercely against the
thin teenager, wrapping her arms tightly around her bed
companion's neck.  "Oh, Danielle!"  she cried.  "I feel
so...so ashamed.  I don't know what's happening to me!"
   Danielle used her right hand now on Athena's trembling
buttocks, while her left continued to stroke her
luxurious hair.
   "Why?  What's wrong, honey?  You can tell me.  After
all, what are friends for?"
   Athena had to tell someone.  If she didn't, she knew
the shame of it would eat away inside of her forever.
   "Well, it all started on the flight to Chicago..."
Athena, normally a taciturn individual about anything
concerning her personal life, surprised herself by
telling Danielle everything.  She told her friend about
all of the misadventures that seemed to have happened
to her since she boarded the plane so very, very early
this morning.
   Moving from the base of her buttocks as Athena talked,
Danielle worked her hand over the 21-year-old's
vulnerable cuntal slit.  By the time Athena had reached
in her narrative all about her most recent episode here
on the bed, Danielle already had three fingers working
inside of the gasping woman's well-lubricated vagina.
   "You don't say?" Danielle murmured sympathetically as
her long fingers continued their devilish work inside the
distressed woman's cunt.
   Athena's mind was spinning out of control.  Even as
she told her ghastly story, she could feel the terrible,
wonderful excitement building within her.  "Won't this
ever end?" she wailed to herself.  She had never felt
like this before.   She felt Danielle's hands all over
her, yet knew the girl was only trying to comfort her.
It was her own body which was reacting outrageously yet
again.
  "My God!"  Athena suddenly exclaimed, when her
narrative had reached the bedroom.  It suddenly came to
her!  The last thing she remembered on the bed was
Danielle giving her a massage.  Was she that far gone, to
the point where the slightest touch by someone, anyone,
even complete strangers, could cause her body to explode?
   "What is it?" ask Danielle softly, thrusting her
fingers ever deeper into the very tight and very wet
cuntal passage, while her other hand was now tweaking one
of Athena's very responsive nipples.
   Athena knew that Danielle must think her an absolute
slut for reacting to her kind touch in such a disgusting
manner.   How could she ever make it up to Danielle?
How could she ever make it up to herself?
   "Eh, Nothing!!" the gasping Athena shouted, her nude
body bucking as Danielle tenderly rubbed her thumb over
the woman's erect clitoris.
   "What are you doing?!?!" the lust-maddened 21-year old
finally demanded, the last of her control almost gone.
   "This," whispered Danielle with an evil grin, as she
made her final expert assault on the reporter's
vulnerable clitoris.
   "NO!!" shouted Athena as she frantically tried to
fight the tidal-wave of sensations pouring through her
helplessly thrashing body.  "It's too much.  It's too
much!  Make it stop!  Please MAKE IT STOP!!!" she
screamed as yet another unexpected orgasm consumed her
very being, blotting out everything within her except the
terrible pleasure-pain coming from her defenseless
spasming vagina!
   With one final terrible cry of outrage and defeat, the
overwhelmed woman mercifully fainted.

   Danielle re-positioned the unconscious Athena on her
back, and made a pleasant meal of her pulsing vaginal
fluids, before pulling up the covers over them both and
going peacefully asleep, one hand on Athena's right
breast and the other nestled comfortably between the
woman's still-twitching thighs.

   It was 12:01, and the first day of Athena Valentine's
assignment as an undercover reporter, investigating the
world of the modern-day nanny, was finally over.

  There were only 89 more days to go until her assignment
would be completed.


End of Story

(The adventure continues in The Nanny2)