Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2000 05:28:39 EST
From: LCDRJMC@aol.com
Subject: The Nanny2 2/4

The Nanny2: Part 2 of 4

Day Three

*****

Athena woke alone to the soft sounds of an electronic
beep.  She looked over at her night table and blearily
saw luminous numbers that read 6:30.  Someone had come
into her room last night without her knowledge and left
her an alarm clock.

She shuddered at the thought of a stranger wandering
around her room in the middle of the night, and with her
not even in a T-shirt.  It wasn't the first time, either.
The almost constant presence of Mrs. Devereux, Danielle
or one of the staff, and the strange disappearance of all
her clothes, were all indicators that she would have
little privacy here at the estate.  Yet, what could she
say to anyone about it?  It was not her home after all,
and, as Mrs. Farthingill always pointed out, people do
have different customs about such things.  The sudden
presence of the clock was easy enough to explain.  After
all, it was her own fault that she had overslept
yesterday.  She just wished they would have at least
knocked or something before coming in here.  Especially
being naked like this, it always made her feel so
vulnerable having people about!

When she fumbled for the alarm's Off button, Athena found
a note taped to the top of the clock.  She turned on the
light and sleepily tried to focus on the clear writing.
When she saw that it was a memo from her employer, Athena
sat up sharply and was instantly awake.

The note told her that she would be caring for two
children today, starting at 7:00 this morning, and that
she was to bring them to the staff's dining room for
breakfast at 07:15.

Eager to erase the bad impression she must have made on
everyone yesterday, Athena flew from the bed and ran into
the bathroom.  "Today will be different!" she told
herself as she dashed into the shower.  "No more
mistakes!  Today, I will be the one in charge!"

*****

Entering the staff dining area with her two charges in
tow, Athena found to her dismay that they were the last
to arrive for breakfast.  Even Mrs. Devereux, who always
ate breakfast with the staff and was traditionally the
last to enter, had already been seated.

"Oh God!" thought Athena in despair.  "The place is full
of people, and I'm just in this damned nanny-suit.  And
I'm late again!"

Athena faked a cheery greeting to everyone and nervously
sat where Mrs. Devereux sternly indicated, right between
her charges Marcia and Sally.  She looked hesitantly
around the full table, but, except for a few cursory
glances probably caused by her lateness to the table,
Athena was relieved to find that no one really seemed
interested in either her or her outlandish attire.  She
was treated, ignored really, as just another member of
the household staff, and a junior member at that.  "Just
like Monday in the hallway," she thought.  "No one cared
how I was dressed then, either.  Maybe it is normal for
the nanny to go around like this after all."

After she and her children ordered, Athena did feel that
someone was staring at her.  She looked around to see who
would be so rude as to do such a thing to her at the
table.  With a shock she saw it was little Barbara who
was openly looking at her with an expression of pure joy
on her angelic face.

"Oh, my God," Athena whispered to herself.  She smiled
sickly at Barbara, and then looked down at her empty
plate.  This was the same little girl who had wanted to
breast-feed from her on that disastrous first Monday, in
the bathroom of the Children's Suite.  It hadn't occurred
to her that she might actually run into the strange
little girl again, and so soon, too.

She worried a moment that the precocious little tike
might try to start something with her, then realized it
would be practically impossible for her to do so.  It
was, after all, a nice large crowd.  Athena relaxed with
the sure knowledge that here at least she would be safe
from her.  Besides, the kid was seated physically across
from her, on the other side of the large table, for God's
sake.  She was silly to even have worried about it.

The two girls had just been served their breakfasts and
Athena was helping them with their napkins, when she felt
a small presence to her right.  She turned and found
herself looking with consternation down at the smiling,
upturned face of little Barbara.  The tiny girl had her
thin arms outstretched and evidently wanted to be picked
up.  Athena sighed and, after sneaking a look to see if
Mrs. Devereux was watching (she was), picked up the
smiling child and placed her facing forward on her lap.

Barbara eagerly told her that she had gotten down from
her chair and run around the table, just so she could be
with her new best friend.

Athena had to admit Barbara was basically a very sweet
and very shy little girl, who was still somewhat
infantile in her needs.  She still found herself
naturally wanting to help the poor thing, although
barring her chest for her was, she realized, not her best
idea, regardless of how motherly it might have seemed at
the time.

Athena wearily signaled the serving girl to bring another
setting for Barbara.  Now she would have three children
to watch.

When their breakfasts were all finally delivered, Athena
made sure everyone's napkins were in order.  She then
told them cheerfully, "OK, everybody.  Let's dig in!"

Athena had eaten very little in the past few days and she
suddenly realized that she was ravenous.  She had just
taken her first delightful mouthful of dried toast when
little Barbara cried, "Feed me."

"What?" mumbled Athena, crumbs spilling from her full
mouth.

"I'm really hungry.  Feed me."

"I'm hungry, too, honey.  Why don't you feed yourself?
You are far too old for someone to be feeding you."

"Feed me!  Pleeese?"

"Oh, Hell," thought Athena.  "Here we go, again.  It's
that damned infantile streak coming out again.  I had
better feed her before she makes a fuss in front of Mrs.
Devereux."

She looked ruefully at the other girls eating peacefully
on either side of her.  "Well, so much for this meal,"
she said and pushed her own plate away.  Athena made sure
that the child's plate was directly in front of her.

Unfortunately, Athena soon found out to her horror that
Barbara's infantilism was not just confined to eating
this morning.  The child's previous fascination with
Athena's proud breasts, so prominently displayed by the
skin-tight nanny-suit, returned now with a vengeance.

She would quickly turn in Athena's lap and, using both
hands, would pinch and pull on one of the vulnerable
breasts, then turn back again before Athena could recover
enough from her surprise to protest.  Sometimes Barbara
wouldn't even turn around.  She would just reach behind
her and start working completely hidden on a breast's
underside.  That usually proved worse for Athena, because
with all of the child's constant squirming and the effort
of getting her to eat her food, she could never spare a
hand to protect herself from such an attack.  Barbara
soon learned she could play with the undersides of
Athena's breasts just about as much as she wanted.

Athena desperately hoped that after a few spoonfuls,
Barbara would get the hint, start to feed herself and
then leave her poor breasts alone, but it never seemed to
work out that way.  "It's just not fair!" she wailed in
her mind.  If only Mrs. Devereux and some of the others
would leave, then she would feel free to teach this
little monster some manners.

But no one left!  Even after their meals were completed,
they all remained at the table, contentedly drinking
their coffee and talking pleasantly.

Athena was so preoccupied with trying to feed the
struggling Barbara while protecting her chest that she
never heard Sally on her right say, "Don't worry, Nanny.
We'll help you eat."

Athena, her hands full of the squirming Barbara, was
surprised to find a large piece of buttered toast being
pressed against her lips.  She opened her mouth to
protest and the toast was shoved completely inside!

Athena knew she had to chew or choke (spitting it out was
not an option with Mrs. Devereux right there), so she
clamped her jaws shut, raining large bits of toast down
her front and a few even over Barbara.  Athena began to
chew furiously, as she glared around to find out who did
this to her, so she could clear her mouth and find out
what these devilish kids were up to now.

But Sally would never give her the chance!  Once she
cleared her mouth, along would come a fresh mouthful of
egg, toast, or fruit.  If she wouldn't take it, it would
all just spill down her front, where Marcia would collect
as much as she could from her lap and give it right back
to Sally.

Barbara took advantage of this major distraction to
seriously enjoy alternately gently tormenting then
teasing Athena's vulnerable breasts, especially the very
errect nipples.

Athena was so busy chewing she never notice Barbara slide
slightly closer to the table, enough to give Marcia
access to their Nanny's lap.

In Sally's feeding of her, Athena found herself getting
more and more messy.  She was grateful when she noticed
Marcia wiping the crumbs from her front.  When Marcia
started wiping around her waist and thighs, Athena wished
she wouldn't get so personal, but knew that without
Marcia's efforts she would soon be completely coated from
Sally's well-intentioned but disastrous attempts at
feeding her.  She even choked once, but Sally slapping
her on the back quickly cleared the obstruction.

Sally had used the opportunity to undo the fastener
behind Athena's neck and pull the zipper down slightly.

It was when she vaguely felt Marcia's hands start to
slide between her thighs that Athena started to worry
about what she was doing down there.  But all thoughts of
Marcia were lost when Athena became completely
overwhelmed.  Barbara had turned completely around and,
now facing the distraught nanny with her small legs over
Athena's hips, began openly caressing Athena's prominent
nipples with her mouth and hands.

Athena could only chew mechanically with her eyes closed
as her mind dazed over with the fantastic sensations
coming from her terribly sensitive breasts.  She never
even felt Marcia's hands now teasing her lower abdomen
and vulva through the thin, skin-tight material of the
nanny-suit.  The increasingly befuddled Athena felt her
hips and thighs jerking uncontrollably on the chair, but
she had no idea as to why.  The dining table full of her
fellow house staff, even the presence of the formidable
Mrs. Devereux, faded from her overwhelmed mind.  All she
could think of was what little Barbara was doing to her
breasts.

Athena did not notice that Barbara's constant tugging on
her bust was causing her nanny-suit to start slipping
from her shoulders.  Everyone at the table watched
breathlessly with pulses pounding as the stretch fabric
went lower and lower on the unaware young woman, baring
the smooth tanned shoulders.

Athena could only feel the pressure, that terrible,
wonderful pressure she was beginning to know so well, was
building within her.  She knew she was close to blessed
relief, yet fought to contain the relentless onslaught on
her nervous system.  Food continued to be brought to her,
and she obediently accepted and chewed it properly before
swallowing.

The suit had reached the tops of her breasts.  Sally
reached over as Athena was blindly chewing her latest
helping and carefully pulled down on each of the suit's
arms.  Barbara pulled down on the fabric that was
covering Athena's tormented breasts and soon the suit was
bunched directly below them, leaving Athena's proud
breasts completely exposed to all in the room, and her
arms trapped within the suit.

Having direct access to the perfect orbs once again,
Barbara expertly suckled and teased them, soon driving
the already bewildered Athena close to the point of
madness.  Athena instinctively threw her shoulders back,
thrusting her breasts more fully in the direction of
their small tormentor.

Finally, the sexual being that was once Athena Valentine
lost all pretense.  She held Barbara as tightly as her
bound arms would allow, reveling in the exquisite
sensations she was receiving.  Athena, sweat pouring from
her face and chest, gasped and moaned in her pleasure,
unknowing of the show she had become for the table of
fascinated spectators.

A rising tide of intense sensuality carried Athena higher
and higher, then inexplicably stopped.  When the sexual
animal that had been Athena Valentine realized what had
happened, she panicked.  "No!," she gasped, unthinking.
"No!  Not yet!  Not yet!"

The rational being know as Athena Valentine gradually
became aware of her surroundings.  She parted her lips
automatically for her next mouthful.  She sat there like
a young bird, waiting with her mouth open and eyes closed
for her food for some time, but nothing happened, so,
puzzled, she closed her mouth.  Finally, she realized
that the incredible sensations coming from her breasts,
which were feeling surprisingly cool, were mercifully
fading.

Flooded with feeling of relief that her latest ordeal was
finally over, Athena was suddenly aware that she was
being talked to.

"Miss Valentine!"

Still feeling very much in a fog, she opened her eyes and
faced her employer.  "Yes, ma'am."

"Look at that mess!"

Shaking her head to try and clear away the cobwebs,
Athena looked about her.  She was sitting alone.
Barbara, Marcia, and Sally were no longer at the table.
The table in front of her was a complete mess with food
everywhere.  She glanced down and saw with horror that
she was in the same condition.  She was somehow bare to
the waist, her breasts completely exposed to the room.
Her bare skin and once spotless nanny-suit were now
completely covered with jelly, butter, different types of
eggs, spots of orange juice, and bits and pieces of
toast.  Her swollen breasts and terrifically errect
nipples clearly showed the effects that Barbara had been
trying to nurse on her again.  There was also, underneath
all of the particles of food in her lap, a vast growing
wet spot between her legs from her flowing vaginal
fluids.  No doubt about it, her normally immaculate
appearance was now a total nightmare!

"Oh my God!" she breathed.  Athena did the only thing she
could do, she covered her face with her hands and started
to cry.

"Well, young lady?  I'm waiting for an explanation."

The sobbing Athena had no idea how she was going to
explain her way out of this one.  It was so humiliating
to be sitting topless like this.  She was finished as a
nanny and a reporter for sure!

Devereux addressed the other diners.  "People, I think
it's time you went back to you duties, thank you."

To Athena she said gently, "I've sent the children for
some towels to clean up that mess you made.  You know,
they really shouldn't have to pay for the fact that you
seem to be a very sloppy eater.  It's not very fair to
them, now is it?"

"No, ma'am, it isn't," sobbed Athena, lost in a sea of
misery.  "I'm so sorry!"  She tried to dress herself, but
her trapped arms flailed uselessly.

The children returned with dish rags, a small plastic
bucket of hot, soapy water, and a few towels.

"You may begin."

To Athena's amazement, the children ignored the table
completely and immediately began running their wet, soapy
dish rags over her!

"No!" she cried, and tried to stand up.

"Sit down!" shouted Devereux.

Stunned, Athena automatically sat.

"Allow the children to finish you first, please," she
snapped quietly.  "And without any interference, if you
don't mind!"

Ducking under the table, Marcia had opened the shocked
Athena's pliant legs and positioned herself right between
the wide-spread limbs.  She unfastened Athena's wide belt
and pulled it from her, then removed her pink
Wellington's.  Sally and she then pulled strongly on the
nanny-suit until it finally slid down past the stunned
Athena's hips.  Marcia was able to pull the rest of it
off her legs by herself.  She began to wash down Athena's
shapely hips and legs.  Marcia's cloth also occasionally
found its way between Athena's twitching upper thighs and
rubbed repeatedly over the young woman's vulva.  Barbara
and Sally had meanwhile moved to either side of the
seated nanny.  Every so often, after going over Athena's
bare skin with their soapy cloths, each would select a
breast and give it a special cleaning.

Athena was soon dripping from the wet cloths moving over
her.  Yet, she could only sit there stiffly and not make
a single protest as the cloths moved repeatedly over her
chest and crotch. After all, as Mrs. Devereux said, it
was her own fault that this mess happen.  How could she
have been so sloppy?  How could she be so stupid as to
lose her suit?  And in front of everyone, too!

Now, on top of everything else that was happening to her,
she could feel her secret problem start to build again,
the curse of S. O.!  "Oh, God!" Athena prayed.  "Not now!
Not that!  Please, please, anything but that!"

But her beautiful body was relentlessly being driven once
again expertly and without her knowledge towards the
precipice of sexual release and Athena, try as she might,
was powerless to stop it.

"Rather then dock your salary, or simply fire you for
this ridiculous display you put us all through this
morning, I have a suggestion."

"Y-yes?  W-w-what is it?" stammered the trembling nude
Athena, caught helplessly in the throws of the massive
sexual storm building within her, her breasts trembling
in her fear and arousal.

"I think the children should feed you for all of your
meals, at least for the time being.  Perhaps then you
will learn some proper table manners."

Marcia deliberately rubbed her cloth over the stunned
Athena's vulnerable clitoris once too often and her
vagina exploded!  Athena could only double over on the
messy table, her naked breasts pressing heavily into the
remains of breakfast, as her body convulsed wildly in the
chair.  Vaginal juices gushed onto the seat cushion.

"You have nothing to say against the proposal?" asked
Devereux politely.  "Good, then it's settled."

Jacquelyn Devereux motioned to her silently laughing
teen-aged nieces, who then threw their cloths into the
bucket.  Together all three left the table to the still
shaking nanny.

"Oh, and for God's sake get dressed and clean up that
mess, will you?  I'm expecting company this morning."

Athena could only sit nude, half-sprawled over the dirty
table.  The final words of Mrs. Devereux stayed ringing
in her ears.  She felt so shamed.  She couldn't believe
she could be so foolish as to loose her hated nanny-suit
twice in as many days.  If only she wasn't so turned on
whenever she was near the Devereux children.  What was it
about them that got to her so?  Innocent little children
who were only playing games or even, in their own clumsy
way, trying to help her from some fine mess she had
gotten herself into.

She knew they liked her, and had fun with her.  Even Mrs.
Devereux admitted as much to her.  But, for some reason.
whenever they were around her, her body suddenly went out
of control and would betray her.  Athena knew that there
could be only one rational explanation for it, but she
hated even to think about it: S.O.!

"My God!" Athena said and sat up quickly.  How could she
ever function as an undercover reporter if the very fact
of being one would cause her to climax at any time.  It
was an impossible situation!

Maybe it was an occupational hazard of being undercover,
but one that no one ever talked about for obvious
reasons.  Either way, she had to see that doctor, and as
soon as possible!

She wiped the drying tears from her face and blew her
runny nose on a soiled napkin.  After gingerly wiping the
food off that was clinging to her chest with her hands,
she bent down and picked up her nanny-suit from the
floor.  Athena held up the garment in complete disgust.
It was filthy.

"I can't wear this," she murmured.  Even back up the
secluded servant stairs it would be impossible.  The suit
made her skin crawl just looking at it.  Yet she had to
wear something!  Already members of the staff were
walking through the dining room, on their way to the
kitchen.  All Athena could do during such times was to
cross her arms over her chest, sit frozen in her chair,
and hope that no one would notice the naked woman sitting
at the messy table.

"Oh, God!  The table!" she exclaimed.  She had completely
forgotten about having to clean the table.

Athena, after first making sure she was alone again,
quickly rose from her chair and walked rapidly to each of
the two entrances to the staff dining area.  Being very
careful not to expose herself to anyone outside of the
room, she closed both of the doors.

Athena returned to were she had been siting and bent over
to grab the bucket and wash cloths from the floor.  As
she was rising, she saw the large wet stain she had left
on her seat cushion.

"Damn," she said quietly.  She was such a slut lately she
just couldn't believe it.  Still bent over, her hanging
breasts shook madly as she furiously attacked the cushion
with rags soaked in the soapy water.  Finally satisfied
with the result, she straightened up and prepared to
start next on the large table.

Even though the only area that was dirty was where she
had been sitting ("It figures," she thought), she decided
to do it right and carefully wash the entire table.
Still feeling dazed from the events at breakfast, Athena
could only think that here was a chance where she could
redeem herself.  Pleased with the idea, she said, "This
will show her!"  She would finally have a chance to prove
to her formidable employer just what Athena Valentine was
capable of doing.

She looked nervously at both doors.  Athena knew she
wasn't thinking very clearly right now, and that she was
running a serious risk in doing this.  But, it would just
take a second to complete, and it was so important for
her to do as she was instructed by Mrs. Devereux before
the woman returned.  As soon as she was finished, then
she could beg one of the kitchen staff to quickly get her
something to wear from the laundry room.  Right now
though, there just enough wasn't time!  She had to get
the table clean before it was too late.

By practically running around the table, Athena cleaned
everything but the center very quickly.  The table was so
large she just couldn't reach it, no matter how hard she
tried.  Exasperated at being checked like this, she
jumped on a chair and attempted to lean as far over the
table as she could in order to reach the elusive center.

A group of well-dressed middle-aged women, led by Mrs.
Devereux, entered the room as the still groggy Athena
over-balanced and fell on the table.  She tried to break
her fall by holding her hands out in front of her.  She
landed with an "OW!" on her hands and knees, while the
momentum of her fall caused her to slide into the direct
center of the empty table.  She instinctively spread her
knees and hands as she slid across the table top to
maintain her balance.

The unexpected fall had startled her so much that the
exasperated Athena had to pause sprawled on her hands and
knees with her head lowered a moment to get her breath
back.  She froze in horror when she heard a familiar
voice behind her say, "...and here is where the staff
eats."  It could only be Mrs. Devereux and her expected
guests!

Athena's world promptly ended.  A sickening feeling of
horror and dread consumed her.  "No, not this!" she
prayed.  "Please God, anything but this!"

"My! What an interesting centerpiece you have there," a
cultured, aristocratic feminine voice was saying.  "Where
on earth did you find it?  So real, so life-like!"

"We had it specially made from an artist I know in
Europe.  Just recently.  In fact it only arrived two days
ago."

"It's simply marvelous!  Do you plan to always have it
out?"

"Oh, no, Catherine.  Of course not.  It is really
intended only for, ah, very special occasions, like this
one.  Well, time to go ladies!  Tea should just about be
ready on the south verandah."

"Jacquelyn, why don't we have our tea here, instead?
It's a very nice room and I'm frankly tired from all of
this walking.  Besides, I'm sure that the girls are just
dying to have a closer look at that amazing centerpiece."

Devereux sighed and accepted her defeat with good grace.
Actually she wasn't mad in the slightest.  In fact she
found this latest turn of affairs quite amusing.  Her new
prim-and-proper nanny was showing a surprising propensity
for losing her clothes in the most unlikely of
circumstances.  Well, this unusual display will just be
one more thing Devereux knew she could use to her
advantage in her conquest of this very beautiful spy.

Devereux briefly smiled at the thought of how today's
journal entry was going to read.  "Well," she said to
herself. "Let's give her plenty to write about, so she
can make it a good one!"

She walked to the kitchen end of the table, and opened
the lid to a small control panel. She pressed a button
and 2-foot sections on both sides of the table silently
lowered, then withdrew into the center of the table.

"My late husband, an aerospace engineer, designed all of
our large dining tables like this.  Makes it easier for
cleaning, not to mention extremely versatile for
different functions, don't you think?"

"My goodness!  How clever!  You do love your toys, don't
you, Jacquelyn?" said Catherine.

Ignoring the slight, Devereux moved slowly counter-
clockwise around the table, inspecting the retracting
table leaves, until the nude form of the devastated
Athena was between her and her guests.  Her small body
now completely hidden from view, she placed her mouth
close to Athena's ear.  "Move and you're dead!!" she
hissed.  Devereux started to move away, then came back.
"You haven't heard the last of this either, Nanny!"

Athena, already frozen by any standard, immediately
turned to stone.  "Oh, God!" she thought in despair.
"Oh, God!  How will I ever be able to explain this to
her?"

Devereux walked back to the head of the table and
gestured to the group still waiting by the entrance.
"Come along, girls.  Now you can get as close to it as
you like."

Lost in sorrow, Athena almost jumped when she briefly
felt a hand touch her right shoulder.

"It's warm!"  a startled Catherine cried.  "And I could
swear I saw it breathing!"

"I see my secret is out," Devereux dryly told the group
of now-seated women.  "You must promise not to reveal to
anyone what I am about to tell you all here today.
Agreed?"

A cultured melody of eager agreements filled the air.

"Well, you have I am sure all heard of 'Performance Art,'
a process where living people become the work of art.
Well, this is the other side of the coin, where a non-
living mannequin is given certain human characteristics
and responses. It is an experimental piece, a new form of
art they are calling  'Living Sculpture.'  The one you
are looking at now is the first prototype.  We like to
call her 'Athena', after the Greek goddess she somewhat
resembles."

"My word!  You don't say?" said an amused and obviously
unimpressed Catherine.

"Oh, yes.  The process, when it is finally perfected,
will, I believe, revolutionize the world of erotic art."

"But who ever heard of a statue with such clearly defined
tan-lines?  Why spoil the effect of such a delightful
body that way?  Unusual, to say the least, don't you
think?"

"The piece itself is very unusual, don't you think?"
Devereux said, then slapped the astonished Athena on her
right buttock.  "However, I understand that a very
beautiful young model was used in the making of this, and
her appearance was followed most exactly."

"Yes," said a rather plain woman, speaking for the first
time.  "She is rather striking, isn't she? I mean, for
someone so young and inexperienced, that is."

"Inexperienced?" snorted Catherine.  "Jane, how on earth
did you come to such a ridiculous conclusion?  The girl
was obviously an incredible slut for even posing for this
lewd piece in the first place."

Athena was really getting to hate Catherine.

"I don't think so," explained Jane patiently.  "Look,
that very healthy body there on the table is clearly
without any sign of ware or abuse.  The tan-lines are
important because they tell us she obviously wasn't a
professional model at all.  Even better, it's a certainty
that, whoever she was, the model was not too happy about
the experience since her face has a very embarrassed
expression on it even now.  This was no slut, Catherine.
I believe she was a beautiful young woman just trying to
make some money."

"Fool," thought Catherine, "to be taken in so easily like
that."

"That Jane," thought Athena warmly.  "My hero."

"Still, Jacquelyn," continued Jane, "there is something I
really do not understand.  You said 'human
characteristics and responses.'  What exactly would those
be?"

"Please, that would be telling.  You really must find
that out for yourself.  That's part of the fun.  You see,
in finding out how just real this piece reacts to your
actions, you reveal much about yourself in the process.
It's that kind of art.  Just remember that what ever you
do, and you can supposedly do a lot, you must be very
gentle, as this is still a very expensive and relatively
fragile piece of art, and not just some marital aid you
can pick up at the corner drugstore.  Also, I understand
from the artist that the piece might suffer from what she
called a 'fluid discharge' if the electronics become
overloaded with too much stimulus."

"Yes, but darling, isn't that the whole idea?" Catherine
said archly, causing the group to twitter with knowing
laughter.

"Right," said the non-smiling Devereux, wondering for the
tenth time that morning why she continued to tolerate
these silly women, especially someone so superior as
Catherine.  If only she didn't still feel so insecure
about her own status here.  No matter how wealthy or
powerful in the world of business she became, she
continued to look for social acceptance from people like
these, people she didn't even like.  She wondered if she
would ever accept the fact that her background was too
poor, and her family too short, for her ever to be truly
accepted by these women as their equal, and just leave it
at that.

The tea and cakes arrived and the weary Athena wondered
just how long she could have to remain frozen there on
the table.  Her eyes were starting to burn from not being
able to blink, and her knees bothered her.  Then there
was the damnedest sensation coming from between her wide-
spread thighs, a light tickling on her vulva.  She
couldn't move her head to see what it was, probably some
damned fly.  She couldn't even shake her hips a bit to
scare whatever it was off of her.

It was terribly humiliating, but she knew she had to
remain perfectly still regardless of what happened.  It
was imperative that she convinced these women she was in
fact a lifeless mannequin.  It was the only way she could
keep what was left of her self-respect, and Athena found
herself strangely grateful to Mrs. Devereux for giving
her this out.

Long fingernails traced their way slowly down Athena's
left ribs, and she had to bite down hard on her lower lip
to keep from jerking away at the contact.  Even so, her
skin erupted uncontrollably in goose-bumps.

"My God," an astounded voice whispered.  "Look at that."

The tea grew cold as other hands began to touch the
helpless reporter.  Nothing on her body was safe from the
exploring women.  Athena's dangling breasts were soon
swollen from being repeatedly milked, the nipples tweaked
and bothered into astonishing hardness.  The tickling
between her legs grew and grew, until her mind was
consumed by what she now knew to be gentle teasing.  Even
her poor anus wasn't safe, for she felt in her
humiliation long nails circling around and around the
totally exposed puckered rosebud.

Her neck muscles screamed for relief from the tension and
for being placed so long in this awkward position, but
movement was the one thing she dared not do.  Athena, in
trying not to breath, was becoming light-headed and
realized she was close to fainting.  In the coolness of
the air-conditioned room, she felt sweat begin to pour
from her face and splash on the highly polished wooden
surface below.

The continued tickling of her vulnerable crotch caused
unbelievable sensations to go coursing helplessly within
her.  She could sense her vaginal fluids running down her
inner thighs but there was nothing she could do, there
was no way she could prevent such a public display of her
unintentional arousal at the hands of these art lovers.

Athena suddenly realized that something had entered her
and her soul melted.  She tried to fight the terrible,
wonderful sensations consuming her, but it finally became
all too much for her.  Athena could only think of what
was happening behind her.  Utterly lost now, she could
only moan, "It's too much! Too much," to the great
delight of the astonished women around her.

The assault on her defenseless cunt was stepped up, until
the pressure was too great for her body to fight anymore.
The climax shook Athena to her very being.  Her arms gave
out and the now sobbing girl could only rest her head on
her collapsed arms over the table, her hips still high in
the air behind her, as her over-stimulated body spasmed
repeatedly.

When she could breath again, Athena was distressed to
find that her poor pussy was still the object of
someone's attention, and the terrible pressure grew
within her once again.  Soon the familiar spasms occurred
once again, and again she was overwhelmed by sensations.

Once they realized what was really going on, all of the
women wanted their chance to make this beautiful, utterly
defenseless girl have the cumming of her life.  And they
did.


Athena regained consciousness just long enough to hear
Mrs. Devereux being fulsomely congratulated on providing
the best entertainment their group had ever experienced,
and would she like to become a permanent member of the
exclusive women's club they represented?

*****

It was 11 o'clock when Athena finally woke herself up by
toppling over on the table.  Feeling very confused as to
her surroundings, she looked around dazedly and found
herself all tangled up with the place-settings being laid
out for lunch.

When she realized she was sprawled naked in the staff's
dining room, she screamed in shear terror as she jumped
off the table.  Everyone in the house could follow her
progress as Athena ran naked and screaming all the way
through the kitchen, up four flights using the staff
stairway, and down the hall to the Nanny Suite.

*****

At her mother's request, Danielle, carrying the clothes
left behind in the dining room, went to the nanny suite
later that afternoon and found Athena naked and shivering
under the covers in her bedroom.  It took Danielle 30
minutes to calm her down enough to come out from under,
and another 30 minutes before she would allow Danielle to
take her to the bathroom for a badly needed shower.

It was only after she had been cleaned and dried that
Athena finally felt herself under control once again and
was able to ask Danielle to please leave her alone so she
could change.  An amused Danielle left the bathroom and
Athena was able to dress herself into yet another of her
seemingly endless supply of the hated nanny-suits.

After pulling on her shoes and fastening her belt she
couldn't resist a quick look in the mirror.  In spite of
her extreme fatigue, she felt her surprisingly sensitive
flesh even now start to tingle under the seductive feel
of the tight material, her hardening nipples thrusting
through the thin suit, making them embarrassingly errect
for all to see.  She shuddered, then shook her head to
try and clear away the subtle sensations building within
her, fantastic sensations which were already starting to
cloud her mind.  "Oh, God!  Is there no end to this?" she
moaned.

Crossing her arms protectively over her chest, Athena
went into the bedroom and found Danielle in one of her
characteristic sprawls across the made bed.  After the
insanity of the morning, she felt grateful for Danielle's
help and kindness.

"Thank you," Athena said softly.  "I don't know what I
would have done if you hadn't..."

"It's all right, honey.  What are roommates for, if not
to help each other?  Now, come here.  It's time for a
little girl-talk."

"Well, I don't know if I should..." an embarrassed Athena
said, acutely conscious of how she must look to Danielle.

"Come on," Danielle said kindly.

Athena timorously walked over to the bed and sat down on
the edge.  Danielle promptly wrapped her long, thin arms
around Athena's narrow waist with a happy "Got you!", and
dragged her laughing to the center of the bed where,
after piling up a few pillows, she laid the wearily
smiling nanny out on her back with her head resting
comfortably on the pillows.  Danielle laid closely on her
right, and placed her left arm under Athena's neck.

"Now we can talk."

"OK, OK," the exhausted Athena mumbled.  "You win!"  For
the first time in quite a while, Athena felt safe, even
with her new roommate so unexpectedly close beside her.

"Athena, I don't know if you realize this, but you have
been acting very edgy ever since you arrived here,"
Danielle said sympathicly.  "I know things can get a
little crazy around here sometimes, but we've never
before had one of our nannies run naked through the house
screaming" ("This month, anyway," Danielle told herself).

"Well..."  She was so comfortable, it was all Athena could
do to stay awake.

"Is there anything you would like to tell me about what
is going on here with you?"

"Well..."  Athena, tired though she might be, was overcome
with the desire to unburden her soul and tell someone of
her undercover assignment.  She felt so comfortable, so
protected with Danielle laying right beside her like this
it was difficult for her to know what she should do.  She
didn't want them all to think she was completely insane
and unstable, and she did so need a friend right now.

"Come on," Danielle whispered in her ear.  "Out with it.
You can tell me."

Athena turned her head and found herself nose-to-nose
with Danielle.  Looking into the large, compassionate
brown eyes, her insides oddly melted and she realized
that she could contain herself no longer.

"You must promise me that you'll never tell a single
soul, no one, not even your mother."

"Yes," purred Danielle instantly.  "I promise."

"I'm...I'm really a reporter, working on an...undercover
assignment."

"No!" Danielle gasped as she grabbed Athena's firm left
breast.  "I don't believe it.  You're just putting me on,
aren't you?"  She began to gently massage the firm tit-
flesh.

"No!" replied Athena, who was so lost in her need for
explanation and so tired that she only was vaguely aware
of Danielle's gentle, soothing hand on her chest.  "It's
true.  I'm a...a reporter acting as a nanny."

Danielle's moved to Athena's right breast and started
gently messaging it.  "Why?" she asked delicately as her
thumb passed over Athena's errect right nipple.

"Why?" gasped Athena as pinwheels flashed momentarily
before her eyes.  "Why, to...to investigate the world of
the nanny, of course."

"Is that all?" cooed Danielle, both her thumbs now
teasing the hyper-sensitive nipples as her knowledgeable
hands worked the firm twin mounds of succulent breast-
flesh.

"Y-yes, that's all," panted Athena.  "You see, it's never
been done before.  I'll be the first.  But,
there's...there's a problem."

"What problem?" Danielle asked very quietly as she
reached down with her right hand and opened Athena's wide
plastic belt, and pulled it from underneath the reporter.
Tossing it off the bed, she then withdrew her left arm
from under Athena's neck, being very careful not to
disturb her.  Sitting up, Danielle reached out and
unfastened Athena's pink Wellington's and removed those
as well.  While she was tossing the shoes over the side
of the bed, Danielle noted the growing damp spot already
forming at the crotch of Athena's skin-tight suit.

"S.O.!!" Athena moaned in despair.  "S.O. is the problem.
Your mother thinks I have it, and it's driving me crazy!
I can't seem to do anything anymore without...without
erupting like some slut anytime, anyplace.  Even watching
the children can cause me to..."  She stopped, unable to
continue.

"Damn, damn, damn!" she cried as she beat her closed
fists repeatedly on the mattress in desperate
frustration.  Even now, just laying here with Danielle
she could feel it, the sweet building within her, like
some terrible, wonderful monster waiting to capture her
happily from within.

"Roll over," said Danielle, and the despondent Athena
obediently did so.

Danielle's heart stopped a moment at the sight of the
tight elastic material covering Athena's smooth back and
which had become indented between her jutting buttocks.
"Whoa!" she breathed.  No matter how often Danielle saw
her like this, it was always as if she were seeing the
beautiful Athena for the first time.

Athena felt Danielle do something at the base of her
neck, then felt the slow opening of her nanny-suit as
Danielle pulled the zipper all the down to the far end.

"What are you doing?" Athena sleepily inquired, suddenly
feeling totally exhausted.  Too much had happened to her
recently and she was simply overwhelmed.  She had been in
such a state of high nervous tension during the last two
days she couldn't even remember when her last real meal
had been.  If only her body didn't feel so tingly, then
perhaps she could finally relax and understand what was
happening to her.  As it was, Athena had been weakened to
the point where she could only endure until whatever it
was finally allowed her a little peace.

"Getting you ready for bed," Danielle truthfully
answered, although what else might happen in the meantime
she did not say.

"Oh.  Why?"

"Mom fixed your doctor's appointment for tomorrow morning
instead of next week, so you'll have to be on the road
bright and early."

"Oh, OK."  The dazed reporter thought for a moment, then
rolled over and sat up.  "I...am...very...tired," she said
distinctly, as she started to weakly struggle out of the
suit.

"Let me do that," offered Danielle, and eagerly began
freeing the practically sleeping Athena from her suit.

"Thank you," said the yawning Athena.  "You are
very...kind."

Once she was undressed, Danielle lay the delightfully
nude Athena back down and pulled the bed-covers over her.
Danielle then started to prepare herself for bed.

"Oooh, this bed is soooo comfortable," purred a contented
reporter as the silk sheets caressed her bare sensitive
flesh.

Unaware that a naked Danielle was strapping on a small
put particularly effective dildo, thought about her
appointment for tomorrow.  In light of the events of this
morning, Athena was truly thankful to hear from Danielle
that her doctor's appointment had been moved up to
tomorrow.  She couldn't wait!  Athena was frantic with
worry.  She couldn't understand what was wrong with her.
She desperately needed the assurance of a medical
professional that she wasn't going crazy, or that her
body was not possessed by some sexual demon causing it to
act entirely out of her control.

Every little thing that she did now was about sex.  It
was all she could think about, asleep or awake.  Her body
tingled continuously, her nipples always painfully stiff
and sensitive under her nanny-suit.  A few times even
walking became too much for her to endure, and she would
have to stop just to get her breath back.  It was
maddening!  It was as if the suit itself had been
specifically designed to keep her in a state of constant
arousal, which she knew was ridiculous.  Even now, in the
process of drifting off to sleep, she knew her body was
still excited beyond all understanding.

She understood that it was quite plainly she herself that
was doing this, causing this to happen, but she couldn't
understand why or how.  She couldn't even keep her suit
on half the time, not that it seemed to matter any,
because either with or without the suit her body was
responding wildly to the slightest touch made by anyone,
anywhere!  "My God!" she wondered.  "Whatever happened to
my self control?"

She couldn't even keep up her secret reporter's journal
any longer.  Every time she started to recount the past
day's activities, she became so excited she couldn't
write any more.  She would have to run a cold shower just
to calm down again, and even that didn't always help.

And the children!  The moment she was around any of them,
she began floating on some sensuous cloud, soon totally
oblivious to anything going on around her except the
marvelous, overwhelming sensations her body was
generating.  It was all so very odd, not to mention
incredibly frustrating.  Was everything really due to the
unexplained presence of S.O., or was it something far
worse?  Some flaw deep within her that decided now of all
times to come out?

Athena had to find out the truth and fast, before it was
too late!  It could only be then that she would be able
to start living a normal life once again, as well as to
return to her true purpose here, her exclusive Nanny
Story!

Danielle slipped silently under the covers and thought of
the fun to come.  She loved to catch an unwary victim at
her most vulnerable.  "This will be great," she said
softly.

She watched with great anticipation as Athena's priceless
chest slowly slipped into the deep, rhythmic movements of
sleep.

As Danielle began to delicately work on the helpless,
sleeping Athena, Danielle heard her whisper, "I'll be
First.  I'll be Famous."

*****

End Part 2 of 4