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Hi there. Here we go with yet another tale of sizzling sex, unspeakable
betrayal, and child care. 'Ta!
LCDRJMC
[lcdrjmc] Subject: NEW: The Nanny Part 3/4 (F+/F, reluc)
by lcdrjmc@aol.com
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The Nanny: Part III
Athena ran from her room, with Danielle right behind
her, only to stop suddenly just outside the door. Her
normally deserted hallway was now full of people!
Servants carrying bedding were running here and there.
Expensively-dressed women with small children in tow were
going in and out of the rooms located along the hall.
In spite of her outlandish attire, Athena was
surprised when, with all those people running about, no
one gave her so much as a glance.
[It is at this point, gentle reader, that upon advice
of the censor we must point out that the children are
children in name only! Yes, it is quite true! In
reality, they are the teen-aged nieces of the insidious
Mrs. Devereux, especially brought in to give our heroine
a very bad time, indeed. Okay, so what can we say, the
family runs short. We return you now to our story,
already in progress.]
"What is going on here?" asked the panting Athena,
ignoring the arms which Danielle, standing behind her,
had placed around her waist.
"Like I keep telling you, the kids have arrived. This
is the week on the big end-of-summer family reunion.
That's why the family wanted you so quickly. Didn't you
know?"
"Ah, no. Not really. The school didn't tell me
thing."
"All the children will be staying up here during
the day, that is, those whom their parents decide not too
fuss with during the week."
"There are too many, Danielle! I can't possibly look
after them all."
"You know, for a nanny you don't have much confidence
around children."
"Well, this is my, er, first family."
"Sure. Look, the real babies will stay in the nursery
downstairs. Up here will be more like day-care. Just
keep them fed and busy for about five days and you'll be
fine. Need anything, just call the kitchen on the house
phone."
"Oh, my. Five days? I just don't know..." Athena
hadn't contemplated on having to face this situation at
all. A few children were one thing, but this!
"Okay, okay!" she hastily agreed when she felt Danielle's
hand start to lightly pat her right buttock. "But I
must really find something to wear... Okay, I said!" she
muttered through clenched teeth when Danielle's patting
started to become audible slaps.
"Good. Now let me introduce you to your new charges.
When you are done tonight at eight, we'll have our party
and you can unwind then."
Never had she felt more vulnerable, as Danielle led
her by the hand to the big children's suite at the end of
the hall. The only thing that saved Athena from dying of
embarrassment was the fact that no-one looked at her, or
noticed that she was even there.
"I don't believe this," the perplexed Athena thought
as they walked down the hall. "I'm almost naked and no
one's given me so much as a single look. What's going on
here?"
She couldn't believe it. She knew she would have been
terribly embarrassed if anyone had noticed her, yet it
still bothered Athena for some reason that no-one did.
She didn't think her body was all that bad looking. Of
course, she only saw women and children on the floor, so
maybe that was it. It would take a man to really
appreciate what she was reluctantly showing right now.
Just as well there weren't any allowed on the floor.
At least she was protected from some low-life trying to
take advantage and cop a feel or something. She was so
tired of having to put up with that sort of thing.
Warming to the prospect of being safely surrounded by
just women and children for a few days, Athena felt
surprisingly secure and content.
She had just finished a school on how to take care of
children, for God's sake. What was she so worried about?
She was sure that child-care was simply a matter of just
being firm yet fair, and all would be well.
Athena walked on, feeling much better about the whole
thing. She was blissfully unaware of the many feminine
eyes, all showing a look of cruel longing, which followed
her undulating body as she moved down the long hall. Nor
did she notice the knowing looks which were passing
between Danielle and the children in the hall, for they
were not children at all!
"This place is very well equipped," Danielle was
saying. "It has everything you might need: house phone,
dining area, play area with tons of toys, TV/VCR/stereo,
kitchenette with microwave for popcorn and a full sized
refrigerator for drinks and ice cream. There is also a small
washer/dryer set for accidents.
"You're kidding?"
"Oh, no. Mom wanted her kids to have everything she
didn't when she was growing up. And, girl, has this
place got it! It even has kid-sized rest rooms."
"Where? I don't see any other doors."
"Along the floor you can see two hinged rubber doors
there, along the far wall. Mom was the designer, and
even helped with the building. Each rest room has a small
shower, in case things really get messy. Naturally, the
kids love it in there. They are always finding excuses
to go in and out. Who would have thought that bathrooms
could be so fun?"
"I can't go through those doors!" Athena protested, as
she looked at the small openings in horror.
"Oh, get real," replied Danielle. "Mom and I do it
all the time."
"Yes, but..."
"Enough already!" Dragging the reluctant Athena by
her belt, Danielle strode into the center of the room.
"Attention!" she said loudly, and magically all became
quiet. "This is Miss Athena Valentine, your new nanny.
She will be taking care of you this week."
She turned to Athena and said, "Okay, you lucky girl.
You're on! Remember, they're all yours until 8 PM.
After that, this placed is locked up and the children are
picked up by their families. Only my three sisters will
actually be sleeping on this floor."
Seeing Athena getting ready to say something,
Danielle muttered a hasty "Bye!" and quickly left the
room.
Athena looked anxiously after the departing Danielle.
In her anxiety about caring for so many children, Athena
forgot to ask which of the children belonged to the
Devereux'.
She looked about her and saw that she was surrounded
by inquisitive children. She was surprised to see that
they were all girls, between 5 to 10 years of age. And
such children!
She decided was going to call this part of her exposé
'The Golden Moppets.' She had never known such an
expensively dressed and healthy looking bunch of little
girls. She was positive there wasn't a single haircut
there which cost under $50, except possibly her own. If
they weren't all tow headed, they should have been.
Not sure of what to do next, she decided to fall back
on what they taught her at nanny school. "Okay," she
thought. "Let's find out if this stuff really works."
She walked out of the circle, jumping slightly
whenever she felt a small hand on her hips or thighs.
"Hi, children. I am Miss Valentine, and I will be
taking care of you during your stay in the children's
suite here this week. We are going to have a great deal a
fun. I understand there is plenty to do up here, and I
have some games of my own that we can play. If you know
any, we can also play your games too. We're here to have
fun. All I ask is that you play nicely with each other and
keep it reasonably quiet. First, though, I would like to
know all of your names."
Surprisingly, Athena found herself doing rather
well as a nanny. After the fifth name, she lost track of
them, but at least they knew that she was interested in
them, the little darlings. Play time began immediately
after that, and for the first hour or so everyone seemed
to be having a good time.
The only problem that came up was when one or another
of the girls would get interested in the way her body
bulged so visibly in her revealing nanny suit. They were
always trying to touch her breasts or behind. It got so
bad that she privately had to scold a few of them for
touching her, even if it was due to their natural
curiosity. She couldn't blame them, really. Seeing her
reflection in a mirror, she was well aware that she
looked like the start of a damned anatomy lesson.
Besides, she was well aware, from the teachings of
Miss Forthingill, that if she over-reacted to anything
the children did that was a part of their natural
development, she could traumatize them for life. Athena
was just beginning to realize just how awesome her
responsibilities here actually were.
Athena was feeling pretty confident about the nanny
business when one of the older girls came to her and told
her that Barbara was crying about something. Certainly
the smallest of the group, and probably the youngest as
well, Barbara was an angel-faced blonde who had been off
by herself, contentedly playing alone with her dolls.
"So what could possibly be the problem?" Athena
wondered as she went over to the corner where the girl
had been playing.
"Hi, Barbara. What's wrong, honey?"
"Mommy?" the crying girl said hopefully, holding out
her arms toward Athena.
She picked up the crying Barbara, only to have the
girl clamp her mouth firmly on the tip of her right
breast.
"NO!" she sputtered, automatically moving the child
away from her vulnerable breast.
"EEEEEeeeee!!" screamed little Barbara, creating the
most high pitched, ear-piercing sound that Athena had
ever heard. She hated crying babies at the best of
times, but this sound was making her flesh crawl. In
self-defense, she reluctantly put the child up against
her breast again, where Barbara immediately quieted down
and began to contentedly suck on Athena's nipple through
her skin-tight suit.
"Oh my God!" she said quietly. Now what was she
supposed to do? Barbara's mother must still be letting
the girl use her breast, even though she should have been
weaned from it years ago. "Maybe a pacifier will do,"
she thought hopefully, and she ran for the kitchenette,
the suckling child still at her breast.
Trouble was, after searching frantically, she couldn't
find a god-damned pacifier anywhere, which left her own
chest the only option still open to her. "Damn," said
Athena with feeling as she looked down at the tow-headed
youngster sucking happily away on an already diamond-hard
nipple that was starting to produce some surprising
sensations within her.
She couldn't let Barbara suckle her right here in
front of everyone. Besides, she had to find some place
private so that she could pull down the top of her suit.
She could feel the material over her breast becoming wet
there already, and the last thing she wanted was a water
stain right over her chest the rest of the night. How
could she ever explain that?
"Come on, honey, let's do this where it's a little
more private."
She carried Barbara over where the entrance to the
rest rooms were located and placed her on the floor.
"In you go," she said, pushing the girl through the
small entrance.
Before she went through, the girl looked teary-eyed at
the nanny. "You coming too?" she asked.
"Yes, honey. I'll be right behind you."
Lying on her stomach, the nanny brought her arms past
her head in front of her and slowly wiggled her way
through the entrance.
"Come through here all the time, my ass," Athena
muttered through gritted teeth as she made her way into
the rest room.
Once inside, she found it to be a pleasant if (for
her) slightly cramped place that came complete with
scaled down chairs, a bench, sinks and stalls for the
small toilets. In the far corner, behind a glass door
was the shower.
She wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do, but
right now she was willing to try almost anything for a
little peace and quiet.
As Barbara watched with wide eyes, Athena sat on the
bench and, reluctantly reaching behind her, unfastened
the clasp at the base of her neck and pulled down the
zipper about a third of the way.
After thinking a moment, she pulled the material of
the suit down so that both of her breasts were completely
uncovered. "Not sure which one she'll want," she told
herself. Noticing her arms were now very restricted in
their movements, she pulled them out the sleeves for good
measure.
Feeling very sheepish, she covered her naked breasts
with one arm and shyly gestured for Barbara to join her
with the other. The little girl gleefully ran over and
leapt into Athena's waiting lap. She placed her thin
arms around Athena's neck, and kissed the surprised woman
directly on the lips. "Mama!" she joyfully cried.
"No. Not Mama, Barbara. I'm Athena. I'm just the
nanny."
"Mama!" cried Barbara again before she filled her
mouth with Athena's delectable right breast.
"Oh!" gasped the nanny as Barbara's lips and tongue
immediately went to work on her sensitive nipple.
As Barbara contentedly worked on Athena's right
breast, the woman settled in for a long stay. "I wonder
how long this is going to last?" she thought. She leaned
her back and head against the wall and closed her eyes.
It had been a very tiring day for her and she still had a
long way to go before it was over.
She was surprised to find that, once she had gotten
over her embarrassment of someone actually touching her
bare chest, the suckling of her breast by the child was
proving to be much more pleasurable that Athena had ever
imagined.
"No wonder women like to have kids, if this was what
they got to do with them," she thought. "This feels
really great."
While Barbara used her educated mouth on the
unsuspecting woman's right breast, her hands began to
softly manipulate Athena equally vulnerable left breast.
Athena was feeling such a comfortable glow that she
kept jerking herself awake whenever she went to sleep and
her head fell forward. When she felt the small, firm
hands on her bare shoulders she willingly followed their
directions and laid down on the bench.
She drowsily murmured, "All right, baby. Just a
little nap, then we have to get back."
Little Barbara laid her small form full length on the
reclining nanny's and continued her administrations on
the soon sleeping Athena's now swollen and very sensitive
breasts.
When Barbara heard an unconscious "MMmmmm" of
contentment come from the dozing nanny, she slowly worked
her small right foot between Athena's partially opened
thighs. Her big toe found the indented surface of
Athena's sex, and she started slowly moving the toe back
and forth over the slick surface tightly covering the
unaware woman's vulva.
As Athena's breathing became noticeably heavier, and
small beads of sweat began to form along her hairline,
Barbara began to slide the length of her entire foot
between Athena's thighs and over the hypersensitive
protective lips of her vulva. She could feel how wet the
material was rapidly becoming from the sleeping nanny's
cuntal secretions.
Athena was dreaming of motherhood. With her two
Pulitzers for excellence in investigative reporting on
the mantel over the fireplace, she saw herself in a very
well-apportioned home holding a child to her partially
bared chest that looked not unlike Barbara. She knew she
was married to a top reporter who's picture on the mantel
bore a striking resemblance to a young Robert Redford.
Gradually her dream changed. The small child nursing
at her breast suddenly altered in appearance and became a
nude Mrs. Devereux. When she pushed the small woman away
from her in horror, Mrs. Devereux began to cut away
Athena's clothing with her laser eyes, until she stood
naked and helpless before her. Athena looked to her
husband's picture for help, but it had changed into a
laughing Danielle, who arms were extending like tentacles
out of the picture, reaching for her!
Stifling a scream, Athena jerked awake. Feeling the
comforting presence of Barbara on top of her, she
relaxed. "Jesus! That was a strange one!" she thought.
She realized she was covered in sweat, and that her heart
was racing under her heaving chest. For the first time,
her nanny suit felt terribly constricting, and she longed
to remove the rest of it until she could cool off.
Athena gradually became aware of a strange itching
coming from her crotch. She thought it was the material
digging in again, but she certainly could not do any
adjusting with little Barbara right here! The persistent
itch became more and more intense. She tried shifting
her hips slightly, but that didn't help.
It was when she crossed her legs that she sensed
something was between her thighs. Her eyes flew open in
surprise and she looked down, but Barbara had arched her
back and she couldn't see a thing.
It was then, looking at the guileless Barbara still
happily playing with her terribly sensitive breasts, that
Athena became aware of just how intensely this child was
getting to her. She couldn't believe it at first. It
just wasn't possible, was it?
But she could no longer deny it to herself. She was
being sexually turned-on by the playful actions of this
innocent child.
"Oh my God!" she said, stunned. What kind of
perverted slut was she, that she could become sexually
aroused by a child?
Sweat pouring from her from the effort, she tried
intently to think of anything else, to stem the rising
tide of passion bubbling within her, but it didn't work.
She knew she would soon loose control, would soon climax
right in the presence of this innocent child! She had to
stop this, before it was too late and she humiliated
herself forever.
"Uh, Barbara," she gasped with a quiet intensity,
still trying to remain calm and not frighten this tender
little girl with her out-of-control emotions.
"We have to...to stop now, honey."
"Stop what, Mommy?"
"Oh, no!" thought Athena desperately. "Not the kid-
question game! Not now!"
Trying again, she said, "We have...to stop and rejoin
the...UGH!" Athena's body writhed as Barbara cruelly
tweaked the woman's diamond-hard nipples.
While the distracted Athena was still gasping over
this shocking outrage to her person, Barbara shifted
down enough to reach the woman's defenseless cunt with
her right hand. Quickly finding the erect clitoris
under the slick material, Barbara delicately pinched it
between her thumb and forefinger.
"AAAhhh!" Athena cried, jerking as if she had been
electrocuted! Her overwhelmed mind had no idea of what
had happened to her, only that her body had suddenly gone
insane!
Barbara mischievously pinched the erect tissue again,
and Athena wend mad!
"NO!!!" she screamed as her long-fought orgasm took
the unsuspecting woman by storm, her body wildly
twitching and jumping. The laughing Barbara was able to
stay on only by quickly locking her legs about Athena's
narrow waist and riding the frenzied nanny like a bucking
horse.
When she was able to think clearly again, Athena felt
the shame thick upon her. How could she have done such a
terrible, horrid thing? And right in front of a child,
yet?
She looked at the concerned-looking Barbara and said
quietly, "Please get off."
The child immediately complied. "Are you all right?"
she asked, standing alongside the bench.
"Yes. I'm fine," lied Athena. "I just had an...an
accident, that's all."
"Yes, I know," giggled Barbara. "You wet yourself,"
she said, pointing shyly at Athena's crotch.
Wearily, the reporter sat up and put her feet on the
floor. Taking a deep breath, she then looked down at
herself and died. A large area between her legs was
sopping wet with her secretions. It was much darker then
the surrounding area and very, very noticeable.
"Oh my God," Athena said softly to herself. "Now what
am I supposed to do?"
She finally got off the bench and crawled across the
room and into the small shower stall. She removed her
soiled nanny suit and handed the rolled-up garment
through the partially opened doors to the waiting
Barbara.
"Barbara, I want you to give this to one of the older
girls and tell them to first put it in the clothes
washer, then the dryer. They're both located under the
counter by the sink. Can you remember all of that,
honey?"
"Sure, Athena. I can remember."
The woman bridled a bit at this child calling her by
her first name, but decided that now was certainly not
the time to make an issue of it.
"Thank you, Barbara. Now, off you go. Oh, and be
sure to bring it back to me when it's dry, OK?"
"OK," Barbara replied as she crawled through the door
carrying Athena's nanny suit.
With a growing sense of despair, Athena could hear the
wild laughter from the other room shortly after Barbara's
exit. It wasn't too difficult to figure out what all the
laughing was about, she thought bitterly.
She closed the shower door and turned on the shower
just as full and hot as she could endure.
Anything to drown out the terrible sounds of her
humiliation. Anything to wash away her shame.
An hour layer, it was a different woman who faced the
children. Athena, showered and wearing her freshly
laundered nanny suit once again, felt defeated, as if she
had badly failed some personal test. While in the shower
she resolved not to blame the children, especially little
Barbara, for what had happened. It wasn't their fault
she was such a slut! She felt it best just to continue
as if nothing at all had happened. She knew that she was
still in shock over what happened, that she wasn't
thinking clearly at all. Still, she was obligated to at
least finish out the day. Later, much later when she was
alone, she would try and understand it all.
For the remainder of the day, however, it would be
business as usual, with smiles, games, and fun for all.
The children began to touch her again, timidly, a
small hand here and there. Athena still jumped a bit,
but she no longer protested. It was as if the fight had
gone out of her about such things. No longer did she try
and protect herself from their childish attempts of
touching her, a fact quickly realized by the 'children'
themselves.
After Athena ordered food for everyone from the
kitchen, she organized a new series of games. She
divided the children into three groups and told them that
each group devise their own game. "That should keep
everyone busy and out of trouble for a while," she
thought.
She soon noticed a change in the way the children were
playing. She was not only included in every game, but in
fact seemed to be the game's main ingredient.
Each game left her feeling a little more breathless, a
little more tingly. She knew it was her own slutty
nature trying to get the best of her once again. Here
she was, just playing kid's games for God's sake, and she
could feel a growing sense of erotic excitement within
her. She resolved to ignore any such feelings she had
from now on. Her body would not get the best of her
again, ever!
The problem was, each of the games the children
devised seemed specifically designed for taking advantage
of her new quiescence. It was as if they wanted to
encourage the building of sexual sensations within her.
The games all started innocently enough.
She played horsy, crawling slowly around the floor on
all fours, with a small happy rider who would use her
belt as a saddle, riding on her back. Then the
"trainers" began to occasionally slap her vulnerable
buttocks to make her go faster. The slaps became more
and more frequent, until soon they had her racing along
the floor, her unencumbered breasts dancing painfully
beneath her, as the rider on her back directed her by
using Athena's hair for the reins. She tried to be as
quiet as she could, to show that the children couldn't
affect her, but she couldn't help the astonished
"OOoohh!" escape her lips whenever their hands got too
low in the excitement of the game and smacked her
vulnerable pussy by mistake.
When the children of the group had all had their turns
riding her, they led her, still on her hands and knees,
panting into the center of the room. They took off her
belt, the ride being over after all, and in true
equestrian fashion they all began to rub her down.
Athena was surprised to find that this actually helped to
quell the burning in her poor, abused buttocks.
Even so, the increasingly dazed 21-year old wasn't
very happy with the way the children always seemed to
focus on her private places, so prominently displayed by
her suit, whenever they had the chance. For example,
there was no need for them to rub her so much between her
legs at all!
When they felt she was ready, they led the shattered
woman over to the next group. Now she played "foreign
car dealership". She was again on all fours, but this
time was supposed to be a car in need of repairs. The
children played irate owners and fumbling mechanics. She
learned to her dismay that they would be checking her all
over for strange noises, loose parts, and any other ills
they had heard their parents complain about over the
years.
She prayed it wouldn't happen but, sure enough, a few
children soon slid under her and began checking her still
tender breasts. They also unzipped her suit, so that
they could "check under the hood", but she finally drew
the line when she felt her suit start to slip off of her
shoulders. She briefly sat up and re-zipped it before
getting back down again on all fours.
Finally the game was over and Athena the Car was
pronounced to be ready for the road. Sometime during the
game she must have lost her boots, because she noticed
her feet were bare when the children led her to the next
group.
For her this was the worst game of all. Able to stand
at last, they walked her, disheveled and gasping, over to
where the group was playing. She just stood there, with
no one saying a word. She was becoming grateful for this
opportunity to recover, when she heard a screamed,
"Tickle Attack!"
"Oh, no!" she pleaded as she was mobbed by five
laughing children. Unable to protect herself in time,
she went down before the giggling onslaught. Everyone
piled on top of her and quickly tickled her into a state
of helplessness. It was over very quickly, with Athena
almost having to plead for mercy from her clever
assailants at the end, her sides were hurting so much
from all the laughter.
What Athena didn't realize was that the little ones
had used this opportunity to truly assault her vulnerable
and prominently displayed erotic zones. Although lasting
for only a moment, for the 'children' it was time enough.
Athena, lying on the carpeted floor, open and helpless
before their cunning hands and educated digits, was
powerless to defend her vulnerable body. Swiftly she was
fondled, stroked, tweaked, and fingered.
Although this last game was thankfully brief, for
Athena it was enough. By the time the last group had
finished with her, she was in an alarming state. Her
heart was racing under her heaving chest. She could not
steady her breathing at all. She could feel her nipples,
surprising tender, were almost bursting through the thin
material of her suit. Athena knew that her vaginal
fluids were flowing, and could only pray that she hadn't
started leaking again.
She had been unknowingly stimulated without respite
almost to the point of madness all afternoon. She was
physically worn out, emotionally spent, yet so sexually
primed that the slightest bit of stimulation applied to
her now would most surely push her over the edge.
All Athena could think of was finding a quiet spot and
to try a get a grip on her shattered nerves. She could
feel her vaginal fluids heavy within her and dully hoped
that they would not soak her suit once again until she
could calm herself down out of this strange sexual high
she was in at the moment. Her breasts were incredibly
tender, the nipples even more so.
She left the last group and staggered over to the
center of the room. Athena sat cross-legged on the thick
carpet, feeling completely dazed and exhausted. The
children seated themselves all around her in a tight
circle. The ones in front saw her unseeing eyes and
heaving breasts, with the erect nipples almost piercing
their way through the fabric of her suit. The children
in front gave knowing looks to those sitting behind their
befuddled nanny. Athena stiffened when she felt the
zipper to her suit being slowly lowered down her back
once again, but this time she did nothing. She would
fix it in a moment. Right now she desperately needed to
rest and get her breath back.
The 'children' had been waiting for this moment all
afternoon. Everything that they had done to their nanny
before this was only to prepare her for this one sublime
moment, the time of her final and most public submission
to their collective wills. Athena Valentine was at last
theirs for the taking, and they knew it.
The zipper was half-way down Athena's erect back when
the door opened and a young maid came in, carrying a tray
loaded with flat boxes. She looked with startled eyes at
the pink-clad Athena surrounded by children, all sitting
Indian-style on the floor. "How sweet. Must be story
time," she thought. "Must be a really good story, too,"
she wondered, after looking closer at Athena, "because it
sure looks like that out-of-breath nanny just wet
herself."
The maid was also disconcerted by the way the children
were all looking at her with strangely hostile eyes, as
if she had just interrupted something important.
Anxious to be out of there as soon as possible, she
blurted to the dazed Athena, "Here are the pizzas you
wanted." Getting no response, she tried again. "Where,
ah, where do you want me to put them?" she asked the
panting, glassy-eyed woman in pink.
When Athena continued to be silent, one of the older
children finally got up and went over to the girl still
standing by the door.
"I'm Peggy."
"Hello, Peggy. Ah, where would your sitter like
these?"
"Put them in the kitchenette, please."
"Thanks." Lowering her voice, the maid added, "Is
anything the matter with her?"
"Flu," the child answered.
"Oh."
"We're taking care of her."
"Ooohh. That's so cute," the maid gushed.
Keeping as far away as possible from where the
distressed Athena was sitting, the maid took the boxes
into the kitchenette.
When she returned, she asked the still standing Peggy,
"Do you need any help?"
"No thank you. We have everything we need."
"Well, Okay, then. Bye."
In the interval of the maid's visit, Athena felt
recovered enough to try and take charge of her unruly
children once again.
She unsteadily got to her feet, and wearily pulled
her zipper up. She didn't she pull the zipper all the
way to the top, nor did she fasten the small clasp
located at the top. It was a difficult reach for her at
the best of times and she was feeling much too tired and
sore to bother with it. She certainly wasn't going to
ask any of the children for help, considering the odd way
they had been behaving lately.
"Okay, children. Play time is over. It's time for us
to eat."
Masking their colossal disappointment at this turn of
events, the 'children' all responded with practiced cries
of joy and made a dash for the food.
After making sure that everyone had napkins and
something to drink, Athena looked around for a place to
be alone for a time. She thought of going to her suite
down the hall, but then she would be too far away in case
anything happened. The only alternative was the kid's
rest room.
She walked over to the entrance and looked with
loathing at the small rubber door located at the base of
the wall. "Damn," she muttered quietly, and got down on
the floor.
"Ow!" she cried as her painfully swollen and tender
breasts came into contact with the floor. Sighing, she
rolled over and, on her back, began inching her way head-
first into the narrow opening with her arms at her sides.
Careless in her fatigue, her shoulders became tightly
wedged in the small opening, leaving her head in the
empty rest room and the rest of her on the other side of
the wall.
"That's just fucking great!" she cried bitterly as she
struggled frantically to free herself. But, try as she
might, she was hopelessly trapped!
Swallowing her pride, Athena shouted as loudly as she
could, "Help! Children, help me! I'm stuck!!"
Within a short time, she could thankfully hear their
laughing voices on the other side of the wall.
"What's wrong, Athena?" they chorused.
"I'm stuck, children."
"Should we get some help?"
"NO! Under no circumstances are you to get anyone.
If you can help to pull me out, everything will be just
fine."
"Are you really stuck?" one asked politely.
"Yes, honey. I'm afraid so."
"TICKLE ATTACK!" Athena heard a sweet young voice
scream.
"NO! DON'T YOU DARE..." Athena's protests turned
into uncontrollable laughter, her lower arms waving
uselessly, as the children went to work on her
defenseless body.
While some were on her sensitive ribs and feet, others
with a different game in mind started on her breasts and
pouting labia.
Athena's quivering body jumped and twisted, but she
couldn't shake off her tormentors. She felt the
children's hands all over her vulnerable body, and there
was nothing she could do about it.
As abruptly as the tickle attack began, it ended.
"Thank God!" Athena panted as she tried to get her
breath back.
She was plotting her retribution when she felt a
strange pressure on her crotch, just before she
unexpectedly climaxed.
Shocked, she screamed, "OH NO!" as her vagina began
sending uncontrollable convulsions all through her
tortured being! Her body bucked wildly, sending children
flying through the air like confetti.
In the center of the storm, Athena felt the pressure
on her crotch return and she climaxed again!
In her emotional turmoil, she was dimly aware of her
cuntal fluids being pumped by her strongly pulsating
vagina into the sopping crotch of her nanny suit.
As the effects of her mighty orgasms started to fade,
Athena was slowly able to take stock of her humiliating
situation. "Oooooh," she moaned in her despair.
"They'll see, they'll see."
She felt like such a slut! After playing closely with
innocent children for the first time as a nanny, her body
had gone off like a rocket. What was wrong with her?
Athena lay listlessly for a long time, overcome with
shame at her body's uncontrolled behavior. She gradually
became aware of strong tugging on her suit that was
happening all over her body.
"The children!" she said weakly. The children were
trying to rescue her.
"Thank you, children! Thank you!" she gratefully
gasped. "Now, pull together, children, so I can get the
hel'... get out of here."
It soon became obvious to the trapped reporter that
the children were intent on doing it their own way, and
were ignoring her advise completely.
The perplexed Athena began to feel something else
happening to her. Her zipper was opening under the
effects of the children's efforts, while the now loosened
elastic material of her suit was starting to slowly slide
off of her shoulders!
"ON NO! Please, God, not that!" she prayed. The
material continued to slide.
"Children!" she desperately called. "Don't hold my
clothes, OK? Hold my hands and pull on those."
She held up her open hands as much as she could, but
nothing changed. The children in their noisy enthusiasm
continued to ignore her, regardless of how much she
called out to them.
The material continued its slow journey downward.
Athena began to truly panic when it reached the tops of
her breasts.
"Please, children!" the frantic Athena pleaded. "You
must stop now! Stop and go for help. Find a grownup,
find anyone! It doesn't matter! Just stop what you are
doing, please!"
But they didn't stop. The children easily sat on her
defending hands and continued to pull on the tight
garment. Athena thought of kicking with her legs but was
afraid of hurting one of the children. So she could do
nothing except loudly protest what was going on.
When her terribly erect nipples were finally exposed,
Athena heard cries of wonder from the other room and
started weeping uncontrollably. By the time the children
had worked the material down to her waist, Athena had
become emotionally spent. The day had just become too
much for her to endure any longer. She was too tired to
do anything now except lie there. She couldn't even cry
anymore.
Yet she was still startled when she felt small mouths
start to suck and lick on her swollen, exposed breasts.
Unable to do anything about it, Athena could only pray
that would soon tire of this game before her out-of-
control body erupted shamefully once again.
Others joint them on the increasingly exposed areas of
her body, licking and kissing the supple flesh of her
abdomen. When her pubic area was exposed, she heard a
delighted gasp from the other room, and immediately felt
hands and mouths all over her pubic triangle,
delightfully playing with her lush growth of pubic hair,
playfully investigating the wonders of her now exposed
womanhood.
Athena laughed insanely at the thought. Here she was,
the keen, new investigative reporter who was now herself
being thoroughly investigated!
Other mouths followed the now rapidly retreating
garment as it raced down past her supple thighs and
sculptured legs. Soon Athena knew she was completely
nude, trapped, and totally at the mercy of anyone who
wanted her. The eager and surprisingly knowing young
mouths and hands that covered her from her poor abused
chest to her wide-apart feet were ample proof to her of
her naked body's extreme vulnerability.
She knew that the children, in spite of their
strangely intense interest in her body, were naturally
far too young to be considered any real threat to her.
She was certain that at their age it was impossible for
them to have the slightest concept of the effect their
actions were having on her overly-responsive body.
Unfortunately, were also far too young to be able to
provide any real protection from anyone who really would
want to take advantage of her ridiculous predicament.
Detesting herself for her lack of control, she could
already sense the rising tide of sensations within her as
her traitorous body began to quickly respond once again
to the children's innocent activities.
"My God!" the 21-year old woman screamed as her third
orgasm suddenly overcame her, her body writhing. "I'm
lost!"
Her shattered mind totally overcome, Athena promptly
fainted.
In a small, dark room located in the depths of the
mansion, a small figure watched with delight as Athena's
nude torso, splashed in exquisite detail across a wide-
screen monitor, thrashed in one last mighty spasm before
finally becoming still.
"They really surpassed themselves this time," Mrs.
Devereux said to herself with satisfaction.
She looked again at the prone figure on the screen,
now covered again with the 'children'. She couldn't
blame them one bit. They had earned their reward, and
then some. And the reward looked very tasty indeed,
especially when she was sprawled out helpless like that.
The fact that women tended to run small in her family
(her own, beautiful Danielle being quite the exception)
did come in handy for her purposes from time to time. It
was a nuisance having to change all the arrangements at
the last minute, but it had to be done. Keeping all
the kids safe at her sister's estate was the only option.
One week was all she would need to get to this so-
called reporter, then she would be hers forever! Ha! As
if she couldn't recognize a policewoman's notes when she
saw them.
"Well," she thought, after watching her eager teen-
aged nieces have their fun with the unconscious Athena,
"if our new 'nanny' thinks today was exciting, she is in
for quite a surprise." She wondered which of her various
secret operations the police had uncovered, but decided
that, in the long run, it really didn't matter. She
would simply do her best to protect them all, and her
best could be very formidable indeed.
"Send someone to investigate me, will they?" Mrs.
Devereux said, then sighed. Wait until she called that
old fool Forthingill. These kind of mistakes just
weren't supposed to happen. "I'd say that this called
for a refund," she said grimly.
She looked at the photocopied pages of Athena's
journal and thought again of the steps she would have to
take until she had this Valentine woman under her
control. "The fools, they haven't the slightest idea
with whom they are dealing, but they'll soon find
out."
"Or rather," Mrs. Devereux whispered gleefully, her
eyes glinting madly as they roamed over the nude Athena,
"she'll soon find out! The 'children' will see to that."
End Part III
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