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


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Part 14

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sweet!" snorted Stephanie in disgust.

"Well, it is," said Trisha defensively.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

"Home safe and sound."

"And the excuse?"

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

"Naturally.  Happens around here all the time."

"Naturally."

"Does she understand?"

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

"What does she understand?"

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

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

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

"What fun is that?"

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

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

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

"Did you put up much of a struggle?"

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

"The chipmunk is a very enthusiastic young lady."

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

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

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

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

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

"Partly."  

"Well, then?"

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

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

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

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

"Please, do."

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

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

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

"True, how true."

"Even now."

"I agree.  Even now."

"In fact..."

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

"Cool."

"Cool."

*****

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

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

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

"Ah-hem!"

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

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

"Oh, yes!" gushed Trisha.

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

"Just wonderful!" agreed Tara.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y-yes, Ms. Nelson."

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

"What?!?"

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

"Yes?" asked a wary Stephanie.

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

"Yes, ma'am!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

Then she noticed that Athena's underwear was gone!

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The crafty Tara had called Athena's pager!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

"Afraid not.  Looks more like a pager."

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

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

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

"Not very fair of her, is it?"

"No, it is not."

"What to do about it?"

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

"With pleasure," said Bohon gleefully.

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

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

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

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

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A beaming Tara led Athena to the microphone.

"Here she is, Principal Nelson."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So, what's the problem?"

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

*****

Epilogue

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's this for?"

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

"Keep your apartment?"

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

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

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

"Pager."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sorry."

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

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

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

Athena could only nod.  

"What happened to your own things?"

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

"And the article?"

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

"Finished."

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

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

"You what?!?"

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

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

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

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

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

Her editor returned her wandering thoughts to the present.

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

"Sorry."

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

"Sorry."

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

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

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

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

Athena turned and slowly made her way to the door.

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

End of Part 14

End of Story
