Message-ID: <43599asstr$1059297002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: LCDRJMC@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2003 23:29:56 EDT Subject: {ASSM} RP: Nanny3: Return to School Pt 1/14 (Ff+/F,reluc) by LCDRJMC and Greatness Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2003 05:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge <1st attachment, "school01.txt" begin> {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?" ***** End of Part 1 <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+