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