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{ASSM} Nanny3: Back to School 1/14 (Ff+/F, reluc) by
LCDRJMC and Greatness
Standard Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction
(honest!). It is intended for Adults Only, so if you're
not--then go away. It is not intended for sale, but if
you'd like to pass it around, feel free. Just keep the
header as is and all will be well. Enjoy!
LCDRJMC
Part 1
*****
Prolog
It was the tiny manager's office of The Free Press, and
Athena Valentine was standing shamefully with head bowed
before her angry editor, who was seated behind his small,
untidy desk. The man was so upset with her that he had
not even asked her to sit in the room's only other chair.
She stared at the small, wrinkled face. It was red with
fury as he continued to read her hastily scribbled
report, the few strands of his remaining hair standing
straight up over his scalp. He looked like a spoiled
apple that was about to explode!
The man was so angry he could only sputter, "Well?
Well?"
Athena could no longer face her employer. She buried her
face in her hands and started to cry.
"Stop that damn sniffling and talk to me. Why are you
back so early? What happened? Where is your story?"
"W-what?" Athena mumbled. "Story? I-I haven't got one."
"What!" he screamed. "Why don't you?"
Consumed in shame, Athena could barely focus on what he
was saying. She should never have come back. But then,
where else could she have gone?
"I-I didn't hear you. What did you say?"
"What...in...hell...do...you...mean...you...don't...have.
..a...story?" he carefully shouted, each word cutting
into her like a knife. "What in God's name have you been
doing all this time?"
Athena could only sob as she collapsed into the empty
chair. She could never explain to him or to anyone what
had happened to her at the vast Devereux estate. How her
own body kept betraying her time and again until life had
become one long delicious nude climax. She had even lost
her precious journal, left behind with all of her other
possessions in her unplanned departure.
****
It had all happened so suddenly. She was on her first
assignment as an undercover reporter studying the secret
world of nannies and it had gone wrong from the very
beginning. She could not remember a day that she had not
lost her clothes in some terribly embarrassing way, her
soon out-of-control body responding outrageously to the
slightest touch by anyone, even children! It was all so
confusing!
Her wealthy employer, a Mrs. Devereux, was very
sympathetic and had even arranged a doctor's visit for
her. That was how she found out about her strange
illness, and obtained the magic pills that would calm her
sexually overcharged body down and allow her to reclaim
her life once again. It was when they were leaving the
doctor's office that Athena had suddenly become afraid of
her employer. So many strange and inexplicable things
had happened to her since her assignment began as a nanny
that she had flatly told the woman she was not staying
any longer with her and was returning home. But Devereux
had insisted that she remain with them. Athena had even
gone so far as to blurt out her true purpose as an
undercover reporter investigating the life of a nanny, in
the hopes that the woman would throw her out.
To the reporter's surprise, the woman did nothing of the
kind! Her employer did not seemed surprised at all, in
fact her confession seem to amuse her. Devereux then
told her the most outlandish story, how the children
Athena had been caring for were really her teenaged
nieces that Devereux had used to seduce her, and that
Athena was to be the latest addition to the Devereux
household.
Naturally, Athena did not believe a word of it. She was
far too good a reporter to fall for anything as silly as
that. Yet she was still very frightened for reasons she
could never explain. Something else was going on, but
she was always so flustered she was never able to think
it through. Finally, confused and not sure of anything
any more, she reluctantly returned to her employer's car
and they took her back to the estate.
Her final week with the Devereux clan was the strangest
of all. Beginning with the ride home, a pair of Devereux
children were her constant companions. She was stripped
and kept that way the remainder of her stay. Even her
horribly revealing nanny-suit had been forbidden her.
Every time she would ask for something to wear they just
ignored her. It really did not matter, because she
rarely left the children's floor where her suite of rooms
was located. The children, a different set each day,
kept her in a constant state of sexual excitement. No
matter what she did, they were there with her. She could
not even sleep nor eat without being caressed and teased
to the point of insanity. She was kept on the edge for
hours and hours until she would finally break down and,
her pride forgotten, plead for the release of a climax.
But it would only happen when they were ready, and they
were rarely ready.
When she was allowed to cum, they made it an endless
series of heart-stopping orgasms which continued until
she collapsed, completely exhausted and spent.
Her precious SO pills upon which she had placed so much
hope for a normal life were also forbidden to her. They
would cruelly taunt her with them, and she begged to be
allowed to take them, but they would just laugh and put
them away. But she fooled them. She found out where the
pills were hidden and was able to sneak one every few
days.
What Athena never knew was that the pills were designed
to enhance her natural sexuality, not suppress it. So,
she was just doing exactly what they wanted, keeping
herself on edge.
Athena's world was soon swallowed by her own out-of-
control sexuality. Her life turned into a weird erotic
dream, where she lost track of what was real and what was
not. Even her desire to escape had vanished into the
maelstrom that had centered on her demanding sex.
But she was not totally oblivious to what was going on
around her, not yet. It was after one particularly
challenging session with the children that Mrs. Devereux
had come into her room when she was alone, and had taken
a cell-phone call there. Her limp, sweat-soaked hair was
covering her face, so Athena was able to watch the woman
without being noticed. It was the one time that Athena
had ever seen her employer become angry. The woman barked
about "poor security" and "how dare they investigate me,"
before switching into rapid-fire French.
****
Devereux was furious. Her main agent in the FBI informed
her that she was now the subject of investigation by the
law-enforcement agencies of three countries, including
the United States. The stupid fool, letting it go this
far before telling her about it. What did he think she
was paying him all that money for? He should have
blocked it long before this, he was high enough. It was
all so irritating. Now she had to get rid of her latest
beautiful plaything, just when the girl was ripe for
picking, and she had to do it in such a way that the girl
would not be missed by her idiot of an editor or her
family, nor would she want to make a nuisance of herself
by trying to return to the estate.
As soon as she lost her tails, that's when she would do
it.
****
It was when the nieces returned that Athena heard Mrs.
Devereux tell them that she was being harassed by the
immigration people again, and so it was imperative that
nothing happen which would draw any attention to the
family. Before falling into a puzzled sleep, Athena was
chillingly conscious of being watched by three thoughtful
pairs of eyes.
It was the very next day when they had taken her out for
a shopping expedition. It was the first clothes she had
worn since she had visited the doctor so long ago, and
they felt strange to her. After being led from shop to
shop without buying anything, they took her back to the
limo and left the mall. The Devereux children had been
working on her naked body again in the back seat (how
they could always strip her so confidently any time they
chose was something that mystified her still) when the
car stopped suddenly.
Mrs. Devereux said briskly, "It's clear. Do it!"
They had her backed up against the door. Someone must
have opened it, because suddenly the door was gone! She
flailed her arms, trying to stop from falling. In a
flash she was sitting naked on the empty hot sidewalk,
surrounded by her clothes, and about 15 seconds away from
a fabulous climax! She was in such a fog she just
stupidly sat there and watched the limo drive away as she
wondered what happened. Suddenly, Athena screamed in
pain as she felt her tender bottom baking on the hot
pavement. She jumped up and began rubbing her sore
buttocks. It was then that the awful truth of her
situation came to her. She was naked and the limo was
gone!
Screaming in total panic, she tried to run after the car
but it had disappeared! While astonished pedestrians
came running to see what all the noise was about, she
instinctively went back and quickly bent over to blindly
grab what clothes she could reach, then ran! Ran like
the scared naked rabbit she was!
Thank God the limo had not yet reached the freeway. They
were still outside the giant mall and Athena was able to
quickly duck into the underground parking garage. She
hid panting behind a large trash dumpster and quickly got
into her only clothing, a short tight black skirt and a
transparent white blouse. She didn't have time to find
anything else. She had no shoes or underwear. Mrs.
Devereux had been holding her purse for her, so she had
no money or identification. Wrapped inside her blouse
she did find her precious bottle of SO pills, and she put
the bottle in the waistband of her fastened skirt.
After waiting a few minutes, Athena did not see any sign
of pursuit or rescue. She sneaked a look back toward the
street but the limo had not returned and her remaining
clothes were no longer there. She was stunned. They had
left her!
Athena knew she looked a mess, but what was she to do?
Trying to appear as inconspicuous as possible, she padded
up the first stairs she could find to the lowest shopping
level and went looking for a phone. She tried the
various Devereux numbers they had given her, but since
she was calling collect, they would not accept the
charges! She begged some change from a kind clerk in a
clothes store and went back to the phones, but now the
numbers were no longer in service! They had changed the
numbers! She felt so miserable! It was like she had
just been thrown away!
She stumbled around the giant mall for a time, trying not
to cry and failing. Gathering up her courage, she
finally made the one call she had been avoiding. She
phoned her editor collect, and he grumpily arranged for a
return flight (coach), and even a ride to the airport
from the mall, but refused to send her any money for food
or clothes.
Unfortunately, it was several hours until her ride to the
airport arrived and, unable to cope with peoples' stares
any longer, she had spent them hiding miserably in a
stall in the ladies' restroom.
Her flight home was equally miserable, squeezed as she
was in the crowded seating of economy class. She was so
afraid that someone would take advantage of her undressed
condition that she could hardly sleep.
Her ride, a guy from sales, picked her up at the airport
when her flight arrived early that next morning and she
sat in stony silence, ignoring his lame attempts at
conversation, as he took her back to the paper.
****
Now her she was, seated before her angry boss, a failure
at her first undercover assignment.
"No answer, eh? It figures. You might be interested to
know that we received a message from the Frothingill's
School of Child Care for the Privileged this morning.
They received word from a Mrs. Devereux yesterday that
you simply left her employ without reason and therefore
are not entitled to any salary you might have earned. In
fact, it says here that they collected all of the
belongings you left behind and are turning them over to
the local FBI office for investigation. It seems you did
not make a very favorable impression."
"Whaaa!" was the devastated Athena's only response.
"Oh, and Frothingill has cancelled your nanny
certificate. You are no longer licensed to care for
children."
"Whaaaa!" Her life was ruined! She was a complete
failure at the one thing she had wanted to become, a
reporter.
The editor softened at the sight of his newest reporter
crying her lovely eyes out. Perhaps there was something
to salvage here. It was a plan he had been thinking
about for some time, and now was the perfect time for it.
"Okay, Nanny," said the editor calmly, his anger
forgotten. "I'm going to give you a second chance."
"But I can't be a nanny any more!" Athena sniffed.
"'Nanny' is your official code name, idiot. That's how
you'll be known from now on. I've been reading up on
this undercover stuff and this time we'll do it right."
"Undercover again? Oh, gosh. I don't think I could."
"Look. Take some time off, go back to your apartment,
wash your feet, and relax. This is the opportunity of a
lifetime I'm talking here."
"That's what you said the last time. I'm really tired of
investigative journalism. It didn't work out at all the
way I thought it would. I want to go into the research
department where it's safe."
"No you don't. It's terrible. They get paper cuts there
all the time."
"That's all right. I'll be very careful and wear gloves.
Libraries and books, that's what I want from now on."
"Nonsense! You'll be fine. It was your first job,
that's all. Next time, you'll be much better prepared.
For this one, you will not even have to leave town.
There is a local school that needs investigating. There
are all kinds of rumors floating around about it, but
nothing definite. You'll be going in as one of the
students. Plus, you will not be going in alone. This
time the entire resources of The Free Press will be
behind you."
"A student? Oh, please! No more kids!"
"Now, now. Stop complaining. Most reporters would give
their left.uh.eye tooth for an opportunity like this.
Why are you so worried about the students, anyway?
You're the college graduate. Inside of a week, you will
have them wrapped around your little finger. Hell,
inside of a month I'll bet they'll be electing you class
president!"
"Gee, do you really think so?"
"Of course! Actually, that's what I'm hoping for. It
will be much easier this time. Look, I've even got you
equipment. Here's a really neat pager I got for a
bargain at the local pawn shop. It has a silent mode,
so no one will ever know that you're in communication
with the outside. It even has a little screen for
messages that I can send you from my computer. That way
I can be in constant contact with you and no one else
will ever be the wiser. Is that great or what?"
"A pager! But most schools don't allow their students to
have pagers anymore."
"They don't? Well, hide it somewhere."
"Yes, of course. How easy. Just hide it somewhere."
"That's right."
"And how am I suppose to contact you?"
"You make everything so complicated. Just find a phone
somewhere. I'll be listed as your guardian, so if we
call each other occasionally no one will be suspicious.
Plus, that way they will call me in case anything does
happen. See, I've thought the whole thing out. You can
even stay at your old apartment. By the way, you
wouldn't happen to have your own cellular phone, I
suppose?"
"Humph! On my salary?"
"Thought not. You know, Miss Valentine, I am surprised
at your attitude. May I remind you that this paper set
you up at considerable expense on the undercover story of
a lifetime, and you blew it. Since you refuse to tell me
what happened, I can only assume that it was probably
your own inexperience which caused you to be found out
and quit. Okay, then. Here is your chance to redeem
yourself, or not. It's all up to you. I guess you must
ask yourself the basic question: how committed are you?
Do you really want to win the Pulitzer Prize for
investigative journalism, or don't you?"
"I do! I really do!"
"That's my girl."
"I do want to win it. That's all I could think about all
through college. But, still! Where is this school I'm
suppose to be attending? If it's a local school,
couldn't I be recognized by someone on the staff? I
mean, it has only been four years since I graduated high
school."
"It's okay. I checked your file and you never went
there. It's the Elizabeth Borden High School."
"Oh, my. I've heard that things can get a little rough
there sometimes."
"Really? From who?"
"Friends of friends who went there. They always called
the place "Lezzy Borden," but would never say why.
"That's what I mean. A lot of rumors floating around,
but very little fact. Rumors of wild s-s-s-sex, er,
hanky panky, going on between students and sometimes even
the staff. Wow! What a wonderful story this could be!
It's the perfect time for a good reporter to make her
mark! Just remember though that this is a family
newspaper, and we want to keep it that way."
Athena turned white at the mention of sex. "Not again!"
she screamed in her mind. "Please God, not again!" She
trembled with sudden cold as she remembered the small
hands of the young children roaming freely over her proud
body, and wrapped her arms around herself. Mrs. Devereux
had told her they were actually her teenage nieces, but
Athena still did not believe her. She knew innocent if
somewhat spoiled children when she saw them.
But now her editor, who had placed a great trust in her
and whom she had failed miserably, has now seen fit to
give her this second chance. So be it. This time it
would be very different. She would be with teenagers in
a public school, and they certainly would not dare to
take advantage of her in such an environment, especially
with teachers all over the place. She knew now how to
take care of herself. Oh, yes! There will not be any
problem about that at all. Any boy who even thinks about
touching her will be expelled for life! That is, after
the lawsuit of course. At last she would be able to
concentrate on her job of mingling with the other girls
and not having to worry about anything else. Thankfully,
these girls were not children. They were proper young
women, on the verge of adulthood. They certainly would
not even think about wanting to touch her, to explore her
adult body at every opportunity the way those crazy
Deveroux children always seemed to be doing. She would
finally be safe from all of that!
The more Athena thought about it, the more her initial
misgivings were replaced by her old dreams of
journalistic glory. Finally she made her decision. Her
editor was right! She WOULD do this! In fact, she must.
It could very well be her last chance. If she ever
wanted to be an important reporter anywhere again it was
up to her to bring back the REAL story of what was
happening at Elizabeth Borden High School.
She dropped her arms and faced her editor with new-found
confidence.
"I see it now. Thank you for this second opportunity,
sir. I know I can do it."
"That's the spirit! Now, for this to really work, you
must be elected Queen of the Prom."
"What! Prom Queen? You can't be serious!"
"Why not?"
"Because, she's usually the most popular girl in school.
I'll just be there a few months at most before the
election."
"Then you'll have to get busy. Becoming Prom Queen will
be an excellent way to prove you have truly blended in
and become one of them. The success of your series
therefore requires it."
"My series?"
"Of course. This time I want an article a week, and it
had better be on my desk by close-of-business every
Friday, or else you can kiss your career in journalism
good-bye!"
"Good-bye?" Athena wailed. "But why?"
"Because I am not sponsoring another paid vacation for
you, that's why. I want concrete results. I also expect
you to follow it through this time, doing what ever it
takes to make it all the way to the finish. If you even
think about dropping this assignment and come running
back here to work before I officially end your
investigation after the prom, Miss Valentine, you can
just forget it!"
"Oh, please, sir. Not my job!"
"Well, then?"
"I.I promise. I will stick it out this time. It was
only that last time things just got so out of control, I
didn't know what to do!"
"Whenever that happens, just use your common sense, girl.
You're not stupid, you know. But remember, the story
(along with your job) should have priority over
everything else. You must be able to blend in as a
typical student until the prom, and then win that. You
must think and act exactly as they do, only better.
Understand?"
"Yes, I (gulp!) understand completely Stay with it, no
matter what, and be better then they are."
"That's right, be the best. Now, about the prom. I
understand your concern, so I have a campaign for you all
worked out. Don't worry about the guys. Dress like a
teen and you'll have their vote regardless of what you
do. It's all the girls you'll have to convince."
"Gosh, how can I do that in so short a time?"
"Constantly show them what a superior woman you really
are. Find the elite of the senior class and not just
join them but become one of them, lead them. Like I keep
telling you, you are the one with the college education.
Miss Valentine, you must not only dress and act like a
high school senior, but a superior one at that. You have
brains, ability and looks. Sweep them off their feet.
They are still kids after all. Take charge! Make an
impression on them that they will never forget. You are
the superior woman, so be sure to let everyone know it!
If you become the best student in that school, they will
certainly follow you, Athena Valentine, High School
Queen!"
Athena's head began to spin. It all sounded so
wonderful. She would finally get what was coming to her.
Her own experience at high school was not a happy one.
Athena had been so quiet, so proper, so grown-up for her
age, that she hardly had any friends at all. She didn't
date and always dressed sensibly. She did not even
attend her own prom, because she thought it was such a
foolish waste of time and money. It was only her dream
of becoming a reporter that made her able to endure the
barren experience of high school and pass on to college.
Yet later, after watching her younger slut of a sister in
the same school, it was clear to Athena that Alexis was
having all the fun and all the friends. Now, it was her
turn. She always knew she was better then most if not
all of her contemporaries when she was at school. She
had the better body and the better mind, and now she
could finally prove it.
Athena turned away from the eager face of her editor, and
looked through the room's only window, a small, dirty
pane of glass hardly worthy of the name. The beauty of
the late fall beckoned her.
"Yes!" she thought. "He is absolutely right. No more
mistakes! At last I will be in a place where no one will
be able to take advantage of me, because finally I will
be the one totally in control. At Elizabeth Borden I
will be the superior woman! I was such a nothing when I
was in high school. No one even knew I was there. Well,
it's my turn now! This time they will all definitely
know that I was there! Pulitzer, here I come!"
She turned back to face her editor again, her decision
made.
"I'll need money for clothes and things."
"Of course. See Accounting and they'll cut you a check
for what ever you need to prepare for your assignment.
Just keep it reasonable, okay? We are not called The
Free Press for nothing."
"It's my assignment now, and I'll get exactly what I
need."
"Great. Keep that wonderful attitude of yours and that
Pulitzer is in the bag. Now, hand me those chicken ads
from that basket over there, then go home and clean
yourself up. You know we have a dress code here. Oh,
and don't forget your pager."
*****
Part I
Athena had been undercover for so long, and had immersed
herself into her student role so completely that she had
practically forgotten who she was and why she was on
assignment. Whenever she looked into a mirror, as she
was doing now, she no longer saw Athena Valentine, eager
young journalist who was forever prim and proper. Now
she only saw Athena Valentine, the beautiful, all
powerful high school senior who was willing to do
anything to get what she wanted simply because she knew
she was superior to those around her, and therefore
deserved to act as she pleased. She could not say when
this startling change in her personality occurred.
Perhaps it happened when she deliberately squashed her
first freshman just for the fun of it, or maybe it was
the time she first teased a teacher into giving her a
grade much higher then she actually deserved.
She was surprised at how easy it was teasing teachers and
others of the school's staff into getting what she
wanted. Who would have thought it? Homework? Who were
they kidding? Who had time for homework? A hastily
scribbled note that she wrote herself, an 'accidental'
look at her wonderful cleavage, a soft hand on a
masculine forearm, a breathy "Thank you," and she was
excused from another assignment. It was great! Was it
her fault that her social schedule was so busy she just
didn't have time for those silly old assignments?
Working as a volunteer assistant in the Administration
Office didn't hurt either. It gave her direct access to
those who run the school, and her influence in school
affairs was remarkable. It was only her Friday updates
with her editor which served to remind her who she truly
was, but even that line was becoming blurred for her.
Athena now knew that he wanted her (didn't all men?), and
she made his life a living hell with outrageous demands
for expensive clothes and other things to keep up her
status as the best-looking senior in school.
The night before she was to begin her new undercover
assignment, Athena had come to a decision. It occurred
to her that her first assignment had been a disaster for
the simple reason that she had been far too nice, and
everyone felt free to take advantage of her naturally
kind nature. Well! Those days were gone! No one was
ever going to take advantage of her again, ever! She had
seen the light and nothing would ever be the same for her
again. Her mouse days were over. Although deep down it
wounded her soul to have to act like this, she knew she
had to change at least this once in order to succeed. It
was simple enough. She would just put her nagging
conscience on hold for the duration of the assignment.
It was too important for concerns about right and wrong,
about the proper way of conducting herself with others.
Oh, no! She would be the predator now. She would be the
one who takes shameless advantage of others for her own
benefit. For the first time, she, Athena Valentine,
would have the upper hand and she was determined to play
it for all it was worth.
And to her complete surprise, it worked! She would not
have believed it possible, but by becoming the very thing
she had hated when she herself was a senior, she had
become a success! She had become an excellent
manipulator, using every means at her command to gain
what she wanted.
The beautiful nude reporter couldn't help but smile, as
she looked in the mirror. She was now one of the social
elite. Her whole assignment had gone just like she
(really her editor) had planned. She picked as her
friends only those who could help her climb up the social
ladder. She didn't have time to waste on people who
would do her no good. She made sure she was always the
prettiest and best dressed girl there, in order to make
her the natural candidate for this year's Prom Queen. If
by chance another girl might be providing a little too
much competition, Athena had found that there were ways
of edging them out. Make them look ridiculous in public,
change a few grades in the office where she worked, all
sorts of things were possible to the new and (she
thought) certainly improved Athena Valentine.
The behavior code was her greatest achievement. On her
first day in school she volunteered to work in the
administration office, and had been there ever since.
Athena swiftly gained the respect of the Principal and
her staff with her high level of competence (it was the
only place in school where she actually worked hard) and
her many suggestions for improving the school. One of
these ideas was to institute a revised code of student
behavior, a code that was much stricter then the previous
one and for the first time introduced serious limits on
what students could wear or not wear to school.
Actually, the school officials were planning on doing it
anyway, but Athena was able to help push the idea along.
Of course, she did not hesitate to let her fellow
students know that it was all her doing, and that she had
done it because she cared about them. It actually helped
to boost her standing all through the school.
For the first time in her life, boys were knocking down
her door just to stand next to her, and she discovered to
her surprise that she loved using and teasing them. Not
that she ever made good on an understanding or a sly
promise. Boys weren't something that really interested
her any more, and she wondered if her strange experiences
at the Devereux estate had anything to do with that. All
guys ever wanted were to get into her precious panties.
It really disgusted her, the thought of their horrible
cocks trying to violate her proud body. It was a measure
of her fierce determination to succeed, of how far she
was willing to go, that she dated at all.
Once she went too far and it had been a disaster! She
actually touched a cock, because she thought the stupid
jock could help her join the cheerleading squad.
Shivering at the thought, Athena remembered how at the
very first, slight touch of her trembling hand the
drunken fool had cum all over her new dress, and ruined
it. She spent the remainder of that terrible evening,
after she burned the dress in her apartment's
incinerator, in the shower trying to scrub herself clean,
but she never really succeeded. She had felt dirty for
days after that. If she lived to be 100, she knew she'd
never want to touch another one. Ugh! She only went out
with boys now to keep up her popularity with them.
Looking closely at her lovely face in the mirror, it
looked almost too perfect to be real. She had always
been in awe at her own beauty, but lately she had become
absolutely mesmerized by it. It was still her, of
course. The numbers had not changed greatly: 35-22-34,
5'6" at 112 pounds and she always worked very hard to
make sure that they didn't. She had large innocent blue
eyes, a cute turned-up nose, and a pair of nice pouting
lips, all of which were framed wonderfully by her dark
blonde hair that ran down to her back. She always wore
it parted in the middle, with bangs cut just to the tops
of her eyebrows. It was a part of her young-girl look,
and it suited her perfectly. Her firm body was breath-
taking (a look in any boy's eyes told her that), a
glowing brown from head to toe, tanned periodically by
the expensive tanning machine she told her editor she
simply had to have, and of course he had leased it for
her.
Athena looked down to continue her inspection. Below her
indented waist, her natural blonde muff was nicely
trimmed (none of this going shaved foolishness for her)
and glowed in the light. If she could pass the bikini
test that was enough for her.
Her legs, along with the rest of her disciplined body,
were perfectly sculptured by the many exercises she did
every single day. She could not abide those girls who
were unable to keep themselves in shape. They were just
so gross it almost made her sick every time she saw one.
The new Athena Valentine found herself very impatient
with any sort of physical imperfection. She looked good,
so why shouldn't everyone else?
She turned and looked at her bare tanned rump, thinking
how nice even that looked for a change. But the thing
that most people, well, guys anyway, saw were her
breasts. You couldn't have bought a more luscious pair,
sitting high and proud on her chest at an impressive 35C.
Yes, she was quite a vision at 22 and still was able to
easily pass as 18. And today was going to be her
greatest moment. She was going to be crowned Queen of
the Senior Prom. Not only would it make her silly editor
happy, it would also make her the envy of every girl in
school and for the moment that seemed more important.
Feeling very pleased with herself, she giggled when she
thought of her name being called as the winner over the
auditorium's speakers. It fit her perfectly: Athena
Valentine. At one time she thought her name a little
embarrassing, but now she just loved it when her teachers
called her Miss Valentine in class.
Yes, things were finally going her way. At last, she was
the one firmly in control and she was going to win!
Finally! Guys wanted to be with her, and girls wanted to
be her. It was perfect!
She smiled once more at her perfect reflection and began
to dress. Although a school night, she had a date this
evening with some fellow seniors, the very girls in fact
she had replaced at the top of the school's social
ladder.
Oddly enough, they did not appear to be resentful at all
over her rapid climb at their expense. They must have
realized that they were simply out-classed and out-
maneuvered by someone obviously far out of their league,
she mused. It was clear enough to her what had happened.
She was far too superior for them to defeat, and they
knew it. Of course, after she had pushed them aside and
effectively taken their place, she had put on her best
manners and made sure they all became the best of
friends. Child's play, really.
Still, it was good to have other seniors to talk to
sometimes, even such obviously juvenile ones as Tara and
her friends Trisha and Stephanie.
*****
Athena drove up the long circular driveway in her silver
SUV. The monstrous vehicle, one of the biggest on the
market, was leased by her editor. She told him she
needed it to maintain her image and that was that. It
was far too large for her, but she loved it anyway,
especially the way it let her drive in style while
towering over the other drivers, another symbol of her
natural superiority. It was one of the things she was
going to hate giving up once her assignment was over.
The expensive home belonged to the parents of her friend,
Tara. The parents were at a club function this evening,
which left Tara alone with her younger sister. A select
group of seniors was spending the night there and Athena
had consented to drop by for a visit. Her prize was
assured and she really had no need to cultivate their
friendship any longer, but she realized it could not hurt
to maintain her circle of important friends for a short
time longer.
She parked directly in front, and walked up to the double
doors of dark polished wood. Athena tried both bell and
brass knocker without any results. She was about to
leave when she finally noticed a hastily scribbled note
taped to a nearby window that said, "Come on in!"
"It figures," Athena muttered and she let herself in.
She stood in the wide foyer, observing with satisfaction
the obvious opulence of her surroundings. From the large
crystal chandelier to the highly polished wood of the
floor, it was a place of elegance and obvious good taste.
Athena thought of the much more humble surroundings she
grew up in, and shook her head. This was the way to go.
Athena was startled out of her reverie by the sudden
appearance of a tall, laughing red-head rushing past her,
her long bare legs flashing under the long tee shirt she
was wearing.
"Hi, Stephanie," she called after the apparition
disappeared around a corner.
Two other girls appeared just as suddenly, obviously in
pursuit of the first. All were dressed the same as
Stephanie. Trisha, a slim brunette with very short hair,
continued the chase while Tara, a short buxom girl with
long blonde hair, stopped panting in front of the
disapproving Athena.
"Play time?" asked Athena sarcastically.
"Sure," said Tara. "Why not get comfortable and join us?
I've got some spare shirts upstairs if you don't want to
get your clothes mussed."
"No thanks," Athena said primly. Athena knew she looked
very good in her dark green ribbed top, black form-
fitting slacks and dark brown boots, and she wasn't about
to change for anyone. Besides, being the only one really
dressed in the group made her feel very superior. "I'll
just wait in the living room until you're finished."
"Go on upstairs to my room, then. Second door on the
left. We'll be done in a minute. That Stephanie. Boy,
is she fast!"
Athena nodded her consent, and turned to go up the
winding staircase. She stopped suddenly when she felt a
familiar pat on her buttocks! She turned to protest, but
Tara had already gone. She hated it whenever her friend
did that to her. It just wasn't right. Of course, Tara
thought it was a big joke, like most things, and was
always touching her one way or another just to irritate
her.
It was obvious the evening's drinking had already started
in earnest and she wondered if she should just leave
before things really became crazy. If only her editor
wasn't so insistent lately. It was really his idea that
she attend as many parties as possible, although she
wasn't sure if this really qualified as such.
As she made her way to Tara's bedroom, Athena was feeling
pretty pleased with herself. Things were working out
just fine, and she felt very confident of her
assignment's successful conclusion. She was, for once,
firmly in control of the situation and nothing was going
to change that.
The only jarring note was naturally caused by her editor.
Being this close to the end of her assignment, her editor
was becoming a nervous wreck! The fool had insisted that
she keep her pager with her at all times, in or out of
school, so he could contact her at any time and receive
the latest updates. She tried to change his mind, but
for once he was adamant. She must carry it with her!
The attached clip on the cheap pager he had given her had
fallen off long ago, and she had usually hidden the thing
deep under her clothes in her gym locker. Now this week
she was expected to carry the silly device around with
her! Like her expensive outfits had pockets! So, she
had gotten into the habit of tucking it into the
waistband of her skirt or slacks so she could reach it
quickly. She had to, because it was incredibly noisy.
The thing didn't just beep a quiet tune at her, it
actually played a very loud selection from the 1812
Overture of all things! And with this she was suppose to
go under cover! The silent mode was almost as bad.
Athena had left it on her kitchen table once and had to
catch it before the pager shook itself across the table
and onto the floor.
Her editor had already called her twice this week and
became absolutely furious when he found out she hadn't
had the pager with her either time. Athena felt she had
better appease him for once and keep it with her, in case
he might want to contact her again. Tonight she had
tucked the small black box into the waistband of her
tight slacks above her right hip. With her top hanging
over, no one could see it and she soon forgot that it was
even there.
When she found Tara's bedroom, she debated once again
about staying. The room was full of liquor and wine
bottles, several of them already empty. "Good grief!
Don't these girls know when to quit?"
She found an open bottle of chilled white wine and
poured herself a glass. Athena sipped daintily while she
waited for the pursuit to finally finish. She walked
around the room, taking mental notes of the posters on
the wall and the music by the CD player for her article.
She thought about the three she had come to visit. The
girls seemed to enjoy chasing each other round the big
house half-naked, but then they were just kids, so what
did she expect?
The laughing trio finally returned and the drinking
resumed. After an hour, the seniors became very giggly
and silly, and Athena decided it was a good time to
leave. It was late and the special wine Tara had given
her was making her very dizzy. The girls were on the
large bed, but Athena felt more at ease sitting away from
the others. She was in the comfortable chair at the
computer desk, which she had rotated around so she could
face everyone.
Tara and the other girls had been giving her some very
odd looks for some time now which were starting to make
Athena feel very nervous. All that whispering and
laughing they were doing between themselves. She was
sure they were laughing at her, the Superior Woman!
Amazing! She was just so perfect, how could they even
think of doing such a thing?
"You'd never guess what I found," Tara said with a wink
to the others. She got off the bed and went over to
Athena and the computer.
"Oh, no," groaned Athena. "Not more computer-talk." She
had never known a group that could talk so endlessly
about RAM, disk space, operating systems, and web sites.
What was wrong with these girls, anyway?
"You're going to love this!" Tara assured her. Tara spun
the protesting reporter around and touched the keyboard.
"I was surfing the other day and found...this."
A color picture appeared on the 17" monitor. It was the
image of a nude girl standing in a poorly lighted bedroom
with a shaved pussy. The girl had her face half-hidden
in the shadows, but she looked oddly familiar. If fact,
if Athena didn't know better, it looked a great deal like
Tara herself. She wanted to look closer, but Tara was
leaning closely over her shoulder and she didn't want to
appear too interested. In fact, Tara was getting a bit
too close, because Athena was sure she could feel the
senior's warm breast pressing against her left ear! She
would have gotten up, but Tara was supporting herself
with her hands on Athena's shoulders, so the reporter was
effectively pinned in the chair.
She could do nothing except watch the strangely erotic
image on the screen while Tara's breast continued to
press against the left side of her flushed face. It was
all terribly embarrassing!
The other girls came over to see and soon a breathless
Athena felt herself closely surrounded by the beautiful
seniors. She jumped when she felt another unencumbered
breast press this time against the right side of her
face. She was afraid to open her mouth in protest for
fear of inadvertently taking an erect nipple into her
mouth. And they were erect! She could feel them through
the thin cotton.
The girls laughed at the picture, and all agreed on how
very gross it was for a girl to do that. They went back
to the bed, but not before Tara rubbed the sides of
Athena's very sensitive neck! The reporter was quite
breathless when the girls sat back down again and would
have left except she needed some time to recover.
Tara gave her another glass of wine and she gladly took
it. She needed something badly to calm herself down.
But the more she drank, the less calm she felt. The
sensation of the breasts pressing against her face stayed
with her. She could still feel the erect nipples poking
into her cheeks whenever she turned her head. It made it
her heart pound and her own nipples to react as well.
She was starting to feel very warm. The fact that the
girls kept talking about that stupid if very hot picture
didn't help any. It was so fascinating, Athena wanted to
study it further, but she could not do so without it
being incredibly obvious.
Suddenly, Athena was astonished when, one by one, all of
her friends admitted that they were doing it. She could
not believe it! They had all shaved themselves, then
posted the results!
"Why don't you shave and show everyone how really great
you look, Athena?" Tara asked.
"Not a chance!" an outraged Athena sputtered indignantly.
"How could you even think of doing something like that?
That's way too weird for me!"
What a group! If she wasn't feeling so dizzy at the
moment, she would have left right then. She had been
drinking everything Tara had handed her in order to show
that she was one of them, but just realized that the
drinks must have been much stronger then Tara had told
her.
"Why not?" cooed Tara. "Why not just give it a try? It
feels really great! If you're nervous, I can help."
"Me, too," said Stephanie warmly.
"And me!" added Trisha. "I would just love to help you,
Athena."
"Oh, no!" the reporter protested. The thought of these
girls working on her naked privates, then posting the
results on the internet, caused the tiny hairs to rise on
the back of her neck!
"A little...bikini trim," Athena said, blushing, "and
that's just for me to know about." This was so
embarrassing, talking about her blonde muff so openly
this way. It also caused her to feel a little sexy, the
thought of them busy between her legs, which really
surprised her. "Now why should I feel like that now?"
she wondered.
Things were starting to get carried away, so Athena
decided it was time to reassert herself. She rose
proudly from the chair and, being careful not to show any
signs of her agitation, calmly walked to and fro in front
of the large bed where the girls were all lounging, and
explained to them in detail how they should by now be
above such childish things. Shaving themselves like that
was only a small step above masturbation, she told them.
Shaving and then putting themselves on display was even
worse! They knew better then to do that. As seniors
they were to set the proper example for the younger girls
to follow.
As she walked and talked, each subtle sway of her hips
caused the small flat pager to slip unnoticed further and
further down the front of the flustered woman's slacks.
Noticing the thoroughly abashed looks on the girls'
faces, Athena decided that she had successfully made her
point. It was time to sum up and then leave them for the
evening, to better ponder her superior wisdom.
"Look, I said I just have a trim now and then, and I
meant it. That's all I need. That's all anyone really
needs, so let's drop it, okay? Playing with yourself
like that is just infantile!"
Tara patted a vacant spot on the bed next to her and
Athena reluctantly sat down next to her. It was time to
be nice again to everyone. Her friend put her left arm
around the reporter's waist and Athena jumped slightly at
the unexpected contact.
"I mean it!" Athena warned her friend again.
"Come on, girl," said an embarrassed Tara. "We were just
kidding! Honestly! Still, I'd bet you'd look, well,
really sexy that way,"
"No thanks just the same," Athena said sternly as she
felt the girl's arm tighten. "Tara, you know I'm right."
She suddenly felt nervous the way the other suddenly
grinning girls were staring at her, especially Tara. She
did not like the way this conversation was going at all.
Was it her fault she had to show them all how to behave?
She was the Superior Woman, after all, while they were
still children. She wondered if this was not in fact her
cue to leave before things really got silly.
"Maybe it's time I...OH!" gasped a stunned Athena as she
jumped a foot above the bed. The blood drained from her
face as her body froze in shock. Something awful was
happening just above the waistband of her low-cut
panties!
"Are you all right?" asked a laughing Tara. "You look
like you've just seen a ghost."
"I'm...fine...really," gasped Athena as she fought to
regain her composure. "You...just...startled...me."
"But I haven't done anything, yet," replied Tara, but
Athena never heard her. Doubled over, she was far too
busy trying to understand what was causing her bladder to
feel like it was ready to explode! She suddenly had to
pee, real bad!
"What's going on?" asked Trisha.
Tara could only shake her head. "I don't know, but
something's sure got her attention."
Finally the distressed reporter realized what had
happened. It was the pager! The God-damned pager was
going off inside her slacks! It was vibrating right over
her poor bladder! She wanted to reach inside and pull it
out, but how could she surrounded by all of her friends
like this. She would become the school's laughing stock!
Athena Valentine, the girl with the hand in her pants!
Oh, God! But she had to do something, and quickly,
otherwise she was certain she was going to wet herself!
If only she could think of what to do, but it was
impossible to think about anything with that three-alarm
fire going on in her slacks.
The madly shaking pager shifted down again and Athena
felt a certain relief as the device was no longer
directly over her gurgling bladder. She carefully sat
up, then realized with horror that the vibrating monster
was now over her pubic hair! Oh, no! It had gotten onto
the slick material of her low-waisted panties and had
slipped even further down! Oh, God! The vibrating pager
was already causing crazy sensations in her vagina. She
had to stop it from going any lower! She had to find the
button that turned the alarm off!
"What's going on, Athena?" Tara asked. She had been
copping feels from the beautiful senior all evening as
well as feeding her very strong drinks, and had even
deliberately steered the conversation so that they could
finally get her out of those exciting tight black pants.
Tara cupped Athena's firm left breast in her hand as soon
as the senior sat up, but the clearly distracted Athena
did not even notice
"G-going...on? N-nothing. W-why?" mumbled Athena. She
had to stop this insane buzzing in her slacks. It was
driving her crazy! Her pussy was throbbing madly
already. It was even making her breasts twinge. God
only knew what would happen if the stupid thing went any
lower. Praying no one would notice, the distressed
Athena began to ease her trembling, sweaty hands up her
thighs and towards the front of her slacks.
But she was too late! "AAAHH!" Athena cried out as she
jumped for the second time. The pager had dropped yet
again and this time it was hammering directly on her
panty-covered clit!
The surprised girls quickly cleared the bed as an
overwhelmed Athena fell back, her hands flying to her
exploding crotch! Her hips bounced frantically all over
the empty bed as she, nearing hysteria, tried to find the
'Off' button, or at least move the terrible thing away
from her electrified pussy, but she couldn't do either
through the tight material of her slacks.
The other girls watched in delight as the normally very
cool Athena Valentine, now inexplicably sex-mad, was
obviously trying to cum in her slacks!
"That cunt!" muttered Stephanie in disgust. "After
giving us all that bullshit, then she goes and gets the
hots for herself!"
"Yes, and she didn't even invite us to join her!"
complained Trisha.
"Not very polite at all," observed Tara.
"Uuhhh!" moaned Athena as she wildly searched for the
small device locked between her legs that was driving her
insane. Yet all her frantic moves succeeded in doing was
to shift the box even more directly over her exploding
cunt, while her searching hands only kept pressing it
even more firmly against her sex!
Athena had gotten so desperate she was trying to rip
apart the stiff material covering her crotch when her
body suddenly arched in a taut bow over the bed.
"Aahhhh!" the reporter cried helplessly as her body was
totally consumed in a marvelous sexual fire! She was
cumming! She was cumming!
Even as the climax pulsed through her, the vibrations did
not stop and another orgasm grew and grew helplessly
within her! She swiftly came again, then again, the
powerful sensations driving everything else from her
mind. Athena could feel the strength to resist quickly
draining from her over-stimulated body. Feeling the next
orgasm already building in sharp intensity, she knew she
had one more chance, otherwise she was lost!
Desperately, she started to slap her tender pelvis with
the flat of her hand!
"UH!!" Athena grunted with each mind-numbing hit as she
recklessly flayed away at the area of her most tender
flesh. "UH!! UH!! UH!!"
Her over-stimulated body shook under the repeated blows,
but she was cumming more than ever! After nearly
battering herself senseless, yet still slave to the
vibrating horror, Athena had reached her wit's end. With
one final desperate strike of her shaking fist, she
finally connected with the elusive 'Off' button and the
pager's vibrations mercifully stopped.
"AAAHHH!!" yelled the reporter at the final blow. While
able at last to stop the out-of-control pager, the force
of the punch Athena had given herself caused her to jerk
up in painful shock before falling limply back in a
breathless daze.
Unable to move, the totally stunned woman could only lay
gasping on the bed. Athena could feel the dreadfully
soaked fabric covering her cunt with her limp hands. She
knew dimly that her friends could see her as she tenderly
nursed her wounded crotch, but for the moment she did not
care.
"Wow!" exclaimed Trisha in wonder. "Did you see how she
kept slapping her...her pussy?"
"So, she likes it rough," observed Stephanie. "Cool.
She came a couple of times, but finally made it really
big at the end. Did you hear her?"
"Why, yes," said Trisha. "You're right. She did, didn't
she? How about that!"
"What brought all that on?" asked Tara.
"What we were talking about, I bet" said Stephanie. "All
that talk about shaving. I knew it was getting to the
bitch, despite how cool she was trying to play it."
"Maybe we should be the polite hosts and give her what
she wants?" Trisha said with a grin.
"Couldn't happened to a nicer person," said Stephanie.
"Got your mini-cam handy, Tara?"
"Always. Why?"
"Why do you think?"
"Oh my God! What an idea! Should we?"
"We should have fixed that stuck-up bitch a long time
ago!" Stephanie said eagerly.
"She's right," agreed Trisha. "Let's do it!"
"Tara, start the mini-cam," ordered Stephanie. "Fix it
so that we can just see her, you know?"
"Easy. I'll just leave the on the desk lamp, and turn
off everything else. My website is sure going to get a
lot of hits this week!" Tara turned off the lights, then
went over to her computer and made a few keystrokes.
"Okay, we're on. You want sound?"
"No. Let's not destroy the magic. Just put on some
music instead."
"Which music?"
"I don't care. It's your site. Pick something!"
Feeling very bewildered, Athena lay on the bed, her right
hand idly rubbing her wounded crotch. Faced with the
terrible reality of the present, her over-wrought mind
retreated into the past. She was a little girl again.
She was hurt and she really needed someone to care for
her. Little Athena could still sense the offending pager
pressing against her sore cunny, and was still trying to
shift it through the damp material. The fact that it
felt good to touch herself there had nothing to do with
it. Mommy was always giving her stern lectures about
touching herself, and she always did what Mommy said.
She felt her boots being pulled off and could only sigh
in contentment. Athena wasn't really sure where she was,
but it did not matter. It had been a very long day and
she was ready for bed. It hurt her poor head to think so
she did not. When she felt her slacks being opened, she
giggled happily and raised her hips so they could be
taken off easier. Young Athena always enjoyed it when
Mommy undressed her for bed. She sometimes deliberately
went to bed in her clothes after a tiring day of play, so
that her Mommy would come in into her room and take care
of her while she slept. Being undressed when she was too
sleepy to do it herself always made her feel so warm and
loved. But this time there was more then just her mother
in the room. Oh, how nice! Her aunts were with her too!
Young Athena no longer felt the pager (it had fallen
unnoticed to the floor), but she continued to rub herself
daintily over her wet panties, in case the nasty thing
came back. She reluctantly stopped her rubbing when she
had to raise her arms so that her top could be pulled off
over her head. She really shouldn't be touching herself
anyway when Mommy and her aunts was obviously in the room
with her. That was usually cause for a good spanking.
Young Athena was surprised she hadn't been given the
lecture about it yet.
Wearing only her matching low-cut dark green panties and
bra, Little Athena simply wanted to snuggle under the
covers, but her aunts were not finished with her yet.
They flipped her over onto her tummy and opened her bra.
"Goodness!" she thought. "They never did that before!"
Young Athena had always been very self conscious about
her developing chest, and now she kept her arms tightly
at her sides to hide her new titties from her aunts after
her bra was taken away. She kept her arms there even as
she was pulled backwards over the edge of the bed, so
that no one could see her new bulges.
"Ooo! That tickles!" she giggled as her bare nips
dragged across the rough coverlet.
Distracted by the enjoyable sensation, the dazed reporter
did not notice that she was being positioned half-way off
of the bed. When her legs and hips were dangling over
the side, she felt her arms being pulled away from her
sides and stretched out over the bed.
"Hang on now, slut," a voice said gently into her right
ear.
"Okay," Young Athena said happily and held tightly to the
coverlet. Her aunts had never called her 'slut' before
and she wondered what it meant. They only used that word
when they were talking about a grownup, so that must mean
they thought she was a grownup too! How nice!
It was only then that she realized that she was about to
fall off the bed. She tried to pull herself up, but
another voice said, "Don't move, slut."
"Oh, goody!" a cheerful Athena cried. Her aunts always
had such nice surprises for her. They were always having
her close her eyes or hid her face before they gave her
some cute present. It was always a fun time when they
were around. She wondered what it was going to be this
time.
It was only when her panties were being lowered over her
hips and down her legs that the fogged 22-year old began
to dimly realize that something might be wrong. Her
happy childhood dream ended abruptly when she felt
something long and narrow being pressed tentatively
across her bare bottom.
"W-where am I?" she weakly groaned in confusion as she
fought to understand. "Mommy, what's...what's
happening?"
Whack!
"Ow!" Athena yelled in surprise as her buttocks quivered
enticingly from the blow.
Being careful not to block the view from the mini-cam,
Tara hefted the long wooded ruler and swung again.
Whack!
"Ow! What's going on? What's happening?" Athena
pleaded. She wanted desperately to protect herself, but
she couldn't do that and hold onto the bed at the same
time! She tried constantly shifting her hips away but it
didn't help at all!
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Whaaaa! What did I do? Mommy? What did I do?
Whaaaa!"
"Mommy? What the...?" asked a momentarily confused Tara.
"Oh, I see. You've been a very bad girl, and you are
being punished."
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Whaaaaa! No, Mommy!" protested a dazed Athena. "I've
been good!"
"No, you haven't!" replied Tara.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Noooo! WHAAAA!!"
Athena was so confused! She wasn't sure who she was or
where she was. All she knew for certain was that her
poor bottom was burning! She knew she was a good little
girl, so why was she being punished? At least the whacks
were becoming less frequent. But now something else was
happening. She was feeling very warm and melting all
over, and not very child-like at all! She had the
strangest itching between her wide-spread legs, like her
cunny was being tickled even as she was being spanked!
A tearful Athena looked up and noticed in a large wall
mirror by the bed the reflection of a monitor on a desk
that was glowing in the semi-darkness. On the monitor
was an image of a girl dangling naked off of a bed. The
girl's quivering buttocks glowed a faint pink underneath
their golden tan as they were struck again and again by a
long wooden ruler. "Oh, the poor thing!" thought the
sobbing Athena. "She's being punished too!"
She looked closer and through her tears noticed for the
first time that there was something else on the reflected
monitor. It was showing that in the shadows by the
floor, another girl was laying there on her back, her
arms reaching high up between the first girl's legs, the
hands very busy doing something around the girl's
privates. The image changed and an embarrassing close-up
of the spanked girl's crotch filled the screen. Before
turning away, Athena saw that the spanked girl's pussy
was also being spanked in turn with a small plastic ruler
by the girl sitting on the floor beneath her. "Oh, how
awful!" thought the crying reporter. "How could anyone
do that, even in a movie?"
How Athena could sympathize with the poor girl on the
screen! Her own pussy burned fiercely. Her hips were a
blazing mixture of pain and pleasure and the dazed
reporter had no idea which was which any more. Her body
jerked over the bed at each hit of her vulnerable behind,
causing her erect nipples to drag ecstatically over the
rough coverlet. In the middle of the worst spanking she
could remember, she was becoming excited! Athena could
not understand it! She was so ashamed, but still she
could not help it! She wanted to cum in the worst way!
Her fists gripped the coverlet fiercely as she fought
against the growing climax. "Oh, no!" she thought
desperately. "Please God, not here! Not now!" She was
in the middle of being punished and she was going to cum!
She had to stop it, before she humiliated herself in
front of everyone. She was going to cum!
But it was no use! Her mouth opened to protest but
nothing emerged as her body convulsed from the marvelous
orgasm! Her vagina pulsed again and again at the joyful
release, sending cascades of her sweet fluids bursting
from her tormented cunt to flow down her sleek inner
thighs! The spanking of her glowing bottom and the weird
tickling between her legs continued, while Athena
shuddered uncontrollably as one climax violently followed
another.
When she was totally exhausted, the blows and tickling
finally stopped and her tortured body was allowed to
rest. But the miserable Athena couldn't stop sobbing!
She had done it to herself again! She was completely
spent from everything that had happened and could only
lay naked and defeated in a pool of sweat. She suddenly
jerked when she felt something being applied to her
burning buttocks. It felt cool and wonderful, and she
quickly relaxed as the healing substance was spread all
over her hips. The application went deep between her
ass-cheeks and even around her hips to cover her fiery
cunt, but Athena was so miserable that she was will to
overlook a few little indiscretions. The coolness felt
too good over her heated skin to worry about anything
else!
She lay half across the bed, softly crying, her legs
spread wide out over the floor. Athena was too worn out
for anything more and wanted only to go home. She felt
terribly lost at the moment. Her normally secure world
had shifted radically and she was not sure of anything
any longer. She had been spanked! Spanked! And then
she came! She came! It was so humiliating! She came in
front of her Mother! She could just die!
Athena hardly paid attention when she felt something soft
sliding along her ass-cheeks again. "Must be more
cream," she thought miserably. "My poor bottom. I'll
never be able to sit again!"
"OH!" she gasped in surprise. Something very odd was
happening behind her! Athena's head automatically jerked
up when a strange object slipped easily between the oddly
greasy crevice of her buttocks. Athena rose up from the
bed and was going to look behind her when she inhaled
deeply in shock! Something was pressing hard against the
small rosebud of her puckered anus! She clenched her
buttocks tight but whatever it was easily pushed past the
tight elastic of her sphincter and entered her! The
befuddled reporter felt a strange pain as the intruder
slowly worked its way in. Athena could only hold her
breath as the intruder continued to slowly move deep
inside of her. When the movement stopped Athena was
relieved to notice how the pain quickly faded, leaving
her with only an oddly pleasant full sensation. But
there was still something in her. Oh God! There was
something inside her! What was her mother doing to her?
The thick clouds in her brain began to part a little as
the dildo in her rectum began to slide slightly back and
forth. She wiped the tears from her face and looked
around. This wasn't where she grew up! She wasn't at
home at all! She was...she was at her friend Tara's.
What on earth was happening here?
She knew she had to get away from whatever was going on.
Too exhausted to stand, she rose up on her shaking arms
and tried to crawl to safety. But, as she moved her
right knee onto the edge of the bed,
something entered her pussy and her mind clouded over
again. The delicious sensations of two dildos moving
stealthily within her caused her whole body to melt!
"Ohhh! What are you doing?" she gasped in puzzlement as
her misery was now being rapidly overcome by some very
delightful sensations coming from her still twitching
pussy.
She was suddenly feeling very sexy and very hot, the
strange object in her behind for the moment forgotten.
She balanced weakly on her hands and knees while the most
breathtaking sensations were coursing through her body,
and they were all coming from her pussy. It was as if
something wonderful was in her steaming pussy, and her
cuntal muscles were reacting by clasping greedily around
the slippery trespasser of her proud body.
"Oh, my God!" she said breathlessly. "What's happening
to me?"
The bewildered Athena had no idea why she was suddenly
feeling like an overstuffed sausage, yet it felt so yummy
she didn't care. The unbelievable sensations coming from
behind her were incredibly intense, and any movement on
her part just seemed to increase them.
She tried to keep still but the sensations were simply
too overwhelming! Her greedy body quickly adjusted to
the diabolical workings of the two intruders and Athena
was shocked to find herself pushing her hips back in
response to whatever was happening behind her.
Sensing their victory, Tara and Stephanie stepped up
their pace. They worked the deadly dildos faster and
faster into the once haughty senior's steaming holes, and
Athena mindlessly matched them stroke for stroke!
The frazzled reported tried desperately to stay up, but
the exciting sensations proved to be too much for her and
she slowly collapsed full length onto the bed. She felt
her hips being raised and a pillow placed underneath them
before the delicious feelings continued.
Athena could fight it no longer. It was all too much for
her overwhelmed mind to comprehend. Any concept of
rational thought fled into the sensual darkness of her
subconscious. A purely sexual animal, hungry for
release, now took over. The animal deliberately raised
her hips and spread her legs wide in invitation.
Although completely exhausted and covered in sweat,
Athena's beautiful body excitedly responded to whatever
was being done to it! Grunting in pure pleasure, the
animal moved her hips in perfect rhythm with the dildos
that were eagerly seeking out her essence.
Drool pooled from her open mouth onto the coverlet as the
consumed reporter grunted in feral happiness. The right
side of her face glistened with her own saliva when the
girls turned her over onto her back. A naked Trisha
immediately started suckling and pulling on Athena's firm
breasts with her teeth as Tara and Stephanie began to
slam the dildoes deep into the perfect body. On and on
they pounded, as Athena quivered and shook under the
delightful assault.
"AAAHHH!!!" screamed the animal once known as Athena
Valentine joyfully as her body was wonderfully consumed
in a sexual firestorm! On the edge of unconsciousness,
her body rocked from a mighty series of climaxes! She
heard only a vast roaring in her ears as her pounding
heart sent everything to her spasming cunt!
Silence returned to her destroyed mind only when her
vagina pulsed its last and the sexual animal that was
Athena Valentine felt content to rest.
She never noticed how the other three girls then
pleasured each other in a free-for-all orgy conducted all
around the room, never stopping until each was completely
satisfied.
She never noticed how, much later, an evilly smiling Tara
was standing by the bed. The girl was nude and holding a
razor in one hand and a can of shaving cream in the
other.
"Lights, camera, action," Tara whispered.
**
When Athena woke up, everything was quiet. The only
light came from Tara's large computer monitor on her
desk. The girls were all sound asleep, bundled in
blankets scattered all over the room, Tara on the bed
with her, the others on the floor. The reporter noticed
that she herself was completely nude, and had been given
no bed covers of any kind. She hugged herself as her
nipples became painfully erect in the cool morning air.
Her head had a brass drum pounding away inside and she
could barely think.
"Oh, God," she moaned in agony as she held her thumping
head. "What was I drinking?"
She felt something tickling her between her legs. She
looked down and saw a feathery stuffed yellow chick
wedged at the apex of her thighs. She automatically
tired to remove it, and was stunned when several feathers
remained stuck to her sensitive inner thighs and pubic
area. It was impossible, but did someone actually try
to tease her with this?
"What happened last night?" she asked herself quietly.
"What in hell happened?"
She slowly plucked herself off in dismay. She looked
down again and noticed something else. Underneath the
sticky feathers, she was bald! She couldn't believe it!
Her lovely pubic hair was gone, all gone! She remembered
vaguely having some very embarrassing conversation about
trimming and shaving, but that was all.
"Oh, no," she whispered. She must have agreed to a trim
or something and they got carried away! How stupid could
she be, letting them do something that intimate to her?
"Those drunken lunatics could have cut me," she thought,
staring down with horror at her smooth little mound. It
was unbelievably responsive, and, suddenly feeling sick,
she wondered what else they had done to her. Her now-
bare mound was surprisingly sticky with drying fluids,
and even in the dim light Athena could see that her labia
and the surrounding area was all red and swollen. Even
her breasts felt sore, but not as sore as her poor
bottom. She wondered if she would be able to sit in
class today, let alone be able to drive home this
morning.
She felt worn and used, as if the terrible Devereux
children had gotten frisky with her again. But these
were her very good friends, the top seniors in her
school. They certainly were not young curious children
like those awful others who were eager to explore her
proud body and tried to at every opportunity. So, why
should she feel this way now? Her pussy was still
tingling, still ready. She wished she had taken her
anti-sex pills before coming here. Actually she wished
she could take them all the time but she only had a few
left and needed to save them for true emergencies. She
always felt safer after she had taken one, but then she
had never felt the need for them until now. Maybe it had
something to do with being shaved...down there.
She stood up on shaking legs and immediately noticed all
sorts of interesting twinges coming from every part of
her poor body, but especially from below her waist.
"What happened?" she asked again as she carefully tried
to work the soreness out of her obviously strained
muscles. "What happened?"
If only she could remember! But her head hurt much too
badly to do much of anything. She wondered briefly if
she should wake Tara and ask her what happened, but she
realized by doing that it would be a sign of incredible
weakness on her part, and would be hardly within her role
as the Superior Woman. Besides, what was she going to
say to her? Ask the teen for her hair back?
The monitor flashed and Athena turned to look at it.
Images of semi-dressed girls were passing by in a
continuous session. Her ready pussy tingled at the sight
and Athena felt her nipples harden. She quickly moved
over to the desk and touched the keyboard to remove the
screen saver. That was the last thing she needed right
now.
The monitor now showed an empty spot on an unmade bed in
a darkened room. In a corner of the screen was the small
caption, 'Athena-Cam'. She hurriedly turned the monitor
off. "What a terrible idea for a show," she thought.
"Actually watching someone in their home like that." She
remembered watching something like that recently, and her
heart started to pound at the memory.
"Phew!" whispered Athena in the totally dark room as she
tried to calm down again. What was that all about? Oh,
God! Her body was reacting to the slightest stimulation,
anything at all, even if it wasn't intended to be sexy.
"Damn. Oh, damn. It's happening again," the reporter
sniffed. The last time this started, her normally very
disciplined body betrayed her at every opportunity. She
had absolutely no self-control what so ever! Even little
children felt they could do whatever they wanted with
her. In the most public of places, the slightest touch
and she would go off like a skyrocket! It was so
humiliating! She would start cuming and never stop!
That's what her precious pills were suppose to prevent,
but they were in her gym locker at school. They were
useless to her now.
Feeling very confused, Athena decided that it was
probably best if she just went home. Any questions she
had could be answered later. She tried slowly searching
for her clothes but it was impossible to see in the black
room.
She tried moving one foot at a time, and use them to
search for any lumps of cloth on the floor of the jumbled
room. She eventually admitted defeat when she stumbled
over a small warm pile of clothes and found herself
holding a rather pert and very naked breast. Athena
leapt back as if she had touched fire. Indeed, the
sensation of the breast seemed burned into her palm and
refused to go away. How odd!
She slowly felt her way back to the desk and turned on
the small lamp there. Now she could find her things and
leave, before she got into any more trouble.
But when she finally found her clothes, she was
horrified! Everything except for her boots had been
twisted into tight knots!
"Oh, those damn kids," she groaned. She tried to untie
them with numb fingers, but except for her top it was all
much too difficult for her to accomplish. She would just
have to fix them when she got home.
"That's just great," she muttered as she held her useless
clothes. Tears formed in her eyes over this great
injustice. First she was sore all over from doing God-
knows-what, and now this!
"It's just not fair!" she wailed quietly as she carefully
sat back on the edge of the bed. Crying silently, she
slipped into her top and boots. When she was finished,
she looked at the twisted bundle that was her clothes.
"Oh, God!" she moaned. Her top came down to just below
her waist. It didn't cover her at all! "Now what am I
suppose to do?" In her distress she never even
considered borrowing a few things from the girls who got
her into this mess in the first place.
She gathered up her belongings and, before turning out
the light, she made sure she had a clear path to the
door. She turned out the light and, holding her bundle
in front of her bare hips with her left hand while
stretching her right hand out in front, moved slowly to
the door, all the while extremely conscious of how
exposed her poor abused buttocks and pussy were to anyone
who cared to look. No matter how hard she pulled, her
top just didn't stretch at all.
Trying to be as quiet as possible, she opened the door
and she made her way into the equally dark hall beyond.
"Don't these people believe in lights?" she muttered.
She quietly closed the door and heard a tiny click. She
tried the knob and confirmed that she was now locked out
of Tara's bedroom. Her heart pounded a moment, then she
calmed down again. Well, it didn't really matter anyway.
She certainly had no reason to go back there again.
As she walked away from the door, she heard a voice from
the other side say sweetly, "Goodnight, Athena!"
Athena blushed as she realized at least one of them had
been watching her run around the bedroom while completely
naked the entire time! Oh, no!
In the lightless hall, the dazed Athena quickly became
disoriented. She had no idea where she was heading as
she felt her way along the wall.
Finding a gap in the wall, she turned into it, thinking
it must be the stairs. But no, it was not. When she
felt tile under her boots, she realized she was in a
bathroom. Immediately her full bladder started bubbling
plaintively.
"Damn. Of all the times to have to go."
She located the door and closed it, then turned on the
lights. "Ah!" she gasped in pain as the bright lights
blinded her. She dropped her bundle and covered her
burning eyes with her hands. Athena had to wait until
they had adjusted to the light before she felt safe
enough to move.
When she uncovered her eyes and saw her reflection in the
mirror over the sink, she immediately wanted to cover
them again. "OH MY GOD!" she cried before remembering
where she was. The last thing she wanted was to wake
anyone. Still, it was quite a shock, seeing the half-
naked mess that once was a very well groomed Athena
Valentine!
Her beautiful hair was all matted and tangled into a big
blonde disaster. And the rest of her...! "Oh my God!"
she breathed. It was worse then she imagined. She must
have been insane, to think she could go out like this!
Her hips were completely bare!
Yet why did she feel so sexy, running around a strange
house with her cunt and ass so shamefully exposed? Her
entire body was tingling wildly at the prospect of being
caught half-undressed like this. She was insane!
Trying to keep her erratic mind on more practical
matters, she found a brush and comb on the sink and began
to straighten out her hair as she went to the commode to
relieved herself.
**
Feeling and looking much better, Athena turned out the
light, opened the door and began her blind search for the
staircase once again.
A door opened and the far end of the hall flooded with
light. A frightened Athena heard Tara's mother say, "I
tell you I heard something!"
Athena panicked! She dropped her clothes and frantically
began looking for a place to hide.
"Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod!" whispered the fearful
reporter, dancing in her anxiety for escape. She looked
back towards Tara's door but realized she would never
make it, even if she could get someone awake long enough
to let her in.
Out of options, she tried the closest door but it was
locked. She tried another across the hall and found it
thankfully open. She slipped inside and closed it behind
her. It was only as she was leaning against the door,
enjoying the unusual feel of the cool wood on her sore
bottom, that she realized in her panic she had left her
bundle of clothes out in the hall!
"Shit!" she said.
"Who's that?" said a small frightened voice.
"Oh, my!" She must have stumbled into the room of Tara's
younger sister and awakened her. "Damn!" she muttered.
"What else can go wrong tonight?"
*****
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