Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2000 05:29:21 EST
From: LCDRJMC@aol.com
Subject: The Nanny2 3/4

The Nanny2: Part 3 of 4

Day Four

*****

The next morning, Athena was so anxious not to be late
that she actually was awake a few minutes before her
alarm was set to go off.  She lay on her back a moment,
her hands behind her head.  Smiling in the darkness, she
anticipated with glee the solution to all of her problems
and the thankful return to a normal life.  Ready to throw
the covers off, she suddenly stopped.  Puzzled, Athena
lay still for a few moments, suddenly acutely aware that
something was not right at all!

Then she felt it!  "My God!" she whispered.  Something
was touching her!  Something was in bed with her,
actually touching her right on her crotch!

"The children," she sputtered indignantly.  "Those damned
children! They did this!"

Her eyes started to fill with tears.  Why were they
always doing these things to her, she wondered.  What did
she ever do to them?

Her mind spun with wild theories as to what it was, what
kind of animal it could be.  And with her roommate
Danielle was still sleeping peacefully on her stomach
right beside her!  How could she even think of waking her
with something so embarrassing, so preposterous?

She tried to gently wiggle her hips, hoping to cause the
creature to willingly move off of her body.  In horror,
Athena felt the creature jerk to life, but, instead of
leaving her, actually clutch the soft, sensitive flesh
her vulva!

She had to slap her hands over her mouth to keep from
screaming.  "Shit!  What if it bites me...down there?!?!"
she thought.  She knew she had to do something and fast
to get it off of her.  "But what?" her mind agonized.
"But what?"

"Oh, no!" she moaned helplessly as the creature began to
massage her defenseless sex.  Athena slowly lifted up the
covers, but could not see anything in the darkness.
Still, she was now sure that something alive was
definitely there.  To add to her anxiety, the creature's
actions were starting to causing certain very peculiar
sensations to radiate through her body from her poor
abused crotch.

She gingerly pulled aside the bed clothes and carefully
sat up.  Across the tanned skin of her abdomen Athena
could now see a thin, pale stick leading down to her
pubic area.  She briefly shrieked, "SNAKE!!", before she
was able to clap her hands over her mouth again.

She froze as she waited with trepidation for some
reaction from her roommate, but happily Danielle didn't
move.  As much as she would have appreciated her help at
this time, Athena would have rather died at that point
rather than let her employer's daughter see her like
this!

Unfortunately, Athena realized with a sinking heart that
she must have really agitated the reptile with her latest
outburst, because it had increased its efforts against
her sex.  "What on earth could it possibly want there?"
she wondered in a daze as she felt her body reacting more
and more to this terrible and certainly unexpected
stimulation of her vulva.

Her mind started to wander as the incredible sensations
continued to pure from her attacked sex.  With all that
had been happening to her lately, all due to the
inexplicable horror of S.O., Athena knew with
consternation that her body was liable to over-react
wildly to any sort of stimulation, from any source, at
any time, and to her deep consternation was in fact doing
so right now.

A low "Ohhh" escaped her lips as she tried to resist the
growing effects of her reptile-stimulated pussy.

It was all so maddening, she thought desperately.  She
had hardly any self-control at all anymore.  Despite the
outrageously humiliating situations which kept happening
to her due to her body's recent betrayals, it was only
the single fact that it was all due to an illness which
allowed her to keep any self-respect for herself at all!
She hated to think of what her reaction would be if it
really turned out that she was some sort of super-slut, a
sex toy to anyone who wanted her.  She would be lost,
totally lost!  It just didn't bare thinking about!  She
would curl up and die!

Her troubled thoughts were suddenly interrupted by an
urgent message from her nervous system.  "Oh God!" she
moaned quietly.  She was about to cum because of a snake!

Desperate beyond measure, Athena took a deep breath and
in a flash of movement her right hand streaked out and
grabbed the snake just behind where she judged the head
to be, and blindly pulled the offending reptile off of
her, expecting at any second to feel the pierce of sharp
poisonous fangs into her soft cuntal flesh!

She had the snake firmly in her shaking hand and was
about to toss it violently across the room when she
realized it was attached to something: Danielle!  It was
her left arm!  Danielle had been touching her in her
sleep!

"Phew!" breathed a very relieved Athena.  "Thank God!"

When she gently placed her roommate's arm carefully
beside her on the bed, she could tell how the fingers
were still working furiously in the empty air.

"She must be dreaming!" Athena thought as she got her
ragged breathing back under control. "That explains
everything."  She wondered how she could ever tell
Danielle about this terribly humiliating event, but
decided she really couldn't, not without embarrassing
them both needlessly.  Besides, how was a person supposed
to control what happens in their sleep, anyway?

"All the same," Athena thought, "as long as Danielle is
going to be staying with me, I'm wearing underwear at
night, house rules or not."

"That is, as soon as I can find some," she added grimly,
remembering the total control Mrs. Devereux now had over
all of her clothes.

Finally feeling more or less under control, Athena
quickly reached over and pushed the stop button of the
alarm clock before it started to beep and wake up her
still sleeping roommate.

Without turning on a light, she quietly got out of the
bed and padded silently into the bathroom.  As she went
through her morning routine, all Athena could really
think about was how the doctor had to help her with this
ghastly S.O. problem that was troubling her so.  Even now
she could feel her body still tingling, her naughty
nipples quite errect, from this morning's ridiculous
episode.

"Thank goodness!" she thought, as she carefully brushed
her gleaming white teeth.  "At least today I will not
have to wear that damned nanny-suit."

Then she remembered.  "Oh, shit!  I never asked her for
permission!  Shit, shit!"  Danielle had put her to bed so
dazed and early yesterday that she never had a chance to
ask her employer for permission to wear real clothes for
the drive this morning.

Athena quickly rinsed her mouth out and dashed from the
bathroom.  The one thing she had painfully learned in the
past four days was that she should never, ever go against
the wishes of Mrs. Devereux!

She went to her dresser and found yet another clean
nanny-suit.  "Don't these miserable things ever run out?"
she wondered.  Athena surprised herself at how quickly
she was able to slither into the skin-tight outfit now,
even in only the dim light from the bathroom.  Without
troubling to find her belt and boots in the darkness, she
went running out of the suite in search of her employer.

There was no way she was going anywhere outside of the
estate dressed in this pink nightmare, she told herself,
as she ran down the long hallway to the main stairs, her
beautiful body bouncing seductively underneath the tight
fabric.  Besides, this was going to be her first
opportunity to dress in real clothes since she got here,
and she certainly wasn't going to miss out on that.

*****

Thankfully wearing one of her smartest suits, Athena was
standing in the front foyer.  She checked herself out in
the mirror yet again, looking for flaws but could find
not a one.  The five cromed-metal buttons gleamed
impressively in a single row on the well-cut navy blue
jacket, while her tight skirt was a trendy mid-thigh in
length.  Satisfied at last, she impishly smiled at the
beautiful, smartly-dressed woman in the mirror, and her
reflection graciously returned it.

She luxuriated in the unfamiliar feel of underwear
pressed against her sensitive skin, and felt protected
for the first time that week.  It was odd, though.  She
didn't remember them being a size or so too small before.
Her bra and panties were so tight it was as if her
private, secret places were actually being held and even
massaged a little as she walked.

"It's that damned S.O. again," she thought bitterly.  It
had managed to pervade every aspect of her life.  She
couldn't even wear regular clothes now without getting
some kind of unwanted stimulation out of it.  Well, she
was certain that today would see the last of it.  She
would get the required pill or (ugh!) shot and her
nightmare would finally end.

Her journal was so far behind she didn't want to think
about it.  What kind of undercover reporter was she,
anyway?  she was so tied up with her own problems she
couldn't even successfully control a group of small
children, let alone write about the experience.  All that
will end, however, after today.  Tomorrow, she will
finally be able to function as the razor sharp
investigator she knew she could be, not to mention being
a perfect nanny for the children.

"Thank God!" she whispered.  "Thank God!"

Looking in the mirror again, she knew she was actually
very overdressed for such an informal occasion as a
doctor's appointment, but it was her first chance to
really show her employer how sharp she could look when
she needed to.  "Maybe it will help to finally get me out
of those damned nanny-suits and into some real clothes
for my child-caring duties," she thought hopefully.
Besides, it was her first chance to dress-up since coming
here and she wanted to show off.

She was still standing, lost in thought when one of the
servants hurried up and told her that the Mistress of the
House was waiting for her out front.  Athena quickly
scampered out the front door, worried that she had been
keeping the formidable Mrs. Devereux waiting.

She was surprised to find not just Mrs. Devereux but two
children standing in front of a very large and luxurious
Mercedes sedan.

"It's a good opportunity for a little family outing,"
Devereux explained to Athena's questioning look.  "Hope
you don't mind the extra company," she added dryly.

Athena immediately recognized the two girls.  They were
two of the group who had been in the Play Room with her
that first disastrous Monday.  "Oh, no!" Athena gushed in
what she hoped was her best 18-year-old manner.  "Of
course not.  It will be wonderful having little Sue and
Michelle with us!"

Even safely protected by her street clothes for a change,
her body reacted warmly at the still sharp memories of
what had happened to her that terrible day.  Although she
now fully realized it was actually her own
responsibility, or rather the sickness know as S.O., for
what had happened that day, and that it really had
nothing to do with them, Athena still shivered a little
at the sight of the children whenever she encountered
them.  There was just some unidentifiable thing about
those kids that made her very nervous indeed.

As she went smiling towards the happy group, she could
tell the two girls seemed very happy to see her.  "This
will not be so bad," she thought, fondly remembering the
outings she had as a little girl with her own family.
"It might even be fun at that.  At least nothing strange
can happen to her this time, especially in a car or in
public with Mrs. Devereux right there."  She sighed in
relief.  All she had to do was keep her traitorous body
under control until they reached the doctor, and she
would be safe.  And she had the satisfaction of knowing
that there was certainly nothing sexy about a simple car
ride!

She saw that Sue was dressed conservatively for a child.
Michelle, on the other hand, was wearing a very bizarre
green leather outfit studded with small brass chains in
loops, crosses, and various geometric shapes.  She
wondered if her mother ever tried to get her child
through an airport wearing that.

After joining them, Athena was more than a little
surprised when her employer suddenly tossed her the car
keys.

"I hate driving," was the quiet explanation.

With Mrs. Devereux in the bucket seat beside her and the
girls tucked in safely in the back, Athena took a few
moment to familiarize herself with the controls of the
strange car.  "Thank God it's an automatic," she thought
as she started the engine and put the car into Drive.

The plush automobile glided silently away from the large
house as Devereux gave Athena directions to the local
interstate access.

It was once they were comfortably settled on the
interstate and her employer had put her seat back for a
short nap, that the children started to become active.

Although she repeatedly told them that it was dangerous
to do so, they had taken off their shoes and kept
climbing back and forth between the front and back seats,
even going over the napping Mrs. Devereux.  When Michelle
set the cruise control for an astonished Athena, they
started climbing over her as well.

Michelle sat in her lap, wrapping her arms around the
protesting Athena's neck, and rubbing her body against
the nanny's chest.  The girl's green leather outfit had
short brass chains fastened all over the front.  As
Michelle rubbed her body across Athena's front, the
chains would catch the jacket's large silver buttons and
pull them right off.  Soon the floor of the car was
littered with shiny buttons.  Athena's jacket was now
completely opened and Michelle started next on the
unsuspecting Athena's blouse buttons.

Unfortunately, the chains did not only catch buttons, but
the tips of Athena's sensitive breasts as well.  Suddenly
Athena saw stars as she felt her hyper-sensitive nipples
being somehow pulled and tweaked right through her
clothes.  She was so distracted by the sensations that
she failed to notice what was happening to all of her
buttons, and how exposed she was becoming.

Sue, the smallest of the two girls, had meanwhile crawled
under the dashboard.  Athena was first aware of her
presence when she felt her second pump leave her foot.

"No, Sue!  Leave those alone, honey.  I need my shoes.
I'll...I'll tear my stockings without them."

Athena jumped in her seat when she felt Sue's hands run
up her left leg under the short skirt.  "Now what?" she
wondered worriedly.  She was stunned when she felt her
nylon stocking start to slide down her left leg!  "Oh my
God!" worried Athena.  "She's trying to save my stockings
for me."

She tried to escape the girl's hands, but there was no
where she could go.  She was totally trapped!  Even with
cruise-control, she still had to drive the damn car!

While Athena was totally distracted by Sue, Michelle
finished opening Athena's blouse, and began to slide her
deadly chains directly over the nanny's proud bra-covered
breasts.

After giving Sue sufficient time to remove Athena's
stockings, Michelle proceeded to the next phase.  She
carefully inserted her right foot directly in front were
Athena's blouse was still neatly tucked into the
waistband of her skirt.  She then pushed on her foot as
hard as she could and was satisfied by Athena's grunt of
surprise when Michelle's small heel slammed into Athena's
cunt.

"Oh, help me!  Help me!" cried Michelle as she jumped
frantically around on Athena's lap, one leg seemingly
trapped inside the tight waistband.  "I'm stuck!  I'm
stuck!"

"Oh God!" cried a gasping Athena.  Every time Michelle
jumped or moved, she made sure that her heel was in
serious, pounding, grinding contact with the crotchband
of Athena's tight panties.  The blows of the girl's foot
on her cunt were driving her crazy.  She had to get the
girl away from there, she just had to!

"Mrs. Devereux?"  called out an anxious Athena.  "Could
you help me? P-Please??"  But Devereux continued to doze.

"Sue! You must help me get Michelle free
and...oof...quickly!"

"How?"

"You must reach up and (Oh God!) unfasten my skirt.  OK,
honey?  You must unfasten my skirt so that Michelle can
get free.  Quickly now!"

The jumping Michelle's chains continued to catch Athena's
poor breasts, but the sudden assault on her crotch
blinded out everything.  Even when the girl pushed the
bra cups completely up off of the swollen breasts and
started working the chains directly on the exposed
nipples, it was just one more thing overwhelming Athena's
already overworked nervous system.

While Sue was enthusiastically unfastening Athena's tight
skirt, the trapped Michelle suddenly stated she wanted to
help too.  The dazed Athena soon felt her jacket being
pulled down her back by the girl, yet all she could do
was pull out of the sleeves to keep her arms free for the
steering wheel.

Once the skirt was loosened, Michelle still claimed to be
stuck, so a frantic Athena very reluctantly rose up over
her seat and, lifting the squirming Michelle just enough
with one arm to also get her off of the seat, asked Sue
to pull her skirt just down a little bit to free the
struggling Michelle's foot.

Of course, Sue took the opportunity and yanked on the
skirt a little too hard.  It ended up down around
Athena's ankles.  During the course of Sue's struggle to
pull down the skirt, she managed to hook the waistband of
Athena's soaked panties as well, and pull them down with
the skirt, leaving the helpless, gasping Athena to sit
back down and drive in just her open blouse and pushed-up
bra.

With her crotch now completely bared, Michelle changed
her tactics on the overwhelmed nanny.  While making sure
her chains were in constant contact with Athena's
diamond-hard nipples, her small toes gently caressed
between her thighs the vulnerable sensitive flesh of
Athena's vulva.  After hearing a small moan come from the
stricken woman, the toes  began a seductive wiggle within
the hot, tight, well-lubricated vaginal passage.

Sue, meanwhile, had taken hold of the struggling Athena's
right foot and was seductively sucking on her well-formed
toes.

With all that was happening to her, Athena could barely
control the large car now.  She steered with sightless
eyes, her whole being focused inward on the latest erotic
assault her body was receiving.  She was conscious of
nothing save the electric shocks of pleasure she was
continuously receiving from her tormented nipples, and
the weird, wonderful sensations she was receiving from
her terribly abused vagina.  Fortunately, traffic was
light at this time day (it was "game day" in Chicago) so
the car's swerving back and forth across the three lanes
caused no accidents, and those few who were on the
highway gave the obviously out-of-control car plenty of
room.

Seeing that the beautiful young woman was very close to
climax and quite unable to drive, Devereux quickly "woke"
from her nap and took the wheel from the totally overcome
Athena.

"OK, girls, back you go," she quietly ordered.  The two
teenage Devereux nieces gave a last good-by caress to
their nice new sex toy, made sure that all of her clothes
were on the floor under her bare feet, and scampered
happily into the back seat.

Devereux took the auto out of Cruise Control, and left
the freeway at the first exit she came to.  The dazed
Athena finally noticed her surroundings when the Mercedes
approached the end of the off-ramp and stopped at the red
light there.

"Oh, my!  What happened?" she sheepishly asked as she
looked at the unfamiliar surroundings.

"You almost got us all killed, is what happened.  Why on
earth didn't you say you couldn't drive?"

"B-But I can too drive!" Athena protested weakly.  To
herself she thought, "What awful thing have I done now?"

"OK then, make a right here and pull in at the station
over there."

A terribly confused Athena took control of the steering
wheel from her obviously very angry employer and
carefully drove the car as directed.  Soon they were
bumping their way onto the lot of a rather disreputable
looking, small independent gas station.  Athena parked in
a clear area away from the single set of fuel pumps and
the office/garage building.

The last thing she remembered was that she had to have
sue loosen her skirt because of something Michelle had
done.  The leather of the seat felt very sensual and
pleasing on her surprisingly heated flesh and she
wondered dully if Sue had over reacted and pulled her
skirt down a little too far.

Once she turned off the engine, the foggy Athena looked
down and was shocked to find how undressed she had become
during the drive.  She was practically naked, right there
in the car!  She felt something under her feet and was
shocked to see her fine clothes crumpled on the floor.
She leaned over to pick them up and gasped when she felt
her bare breasts on her bare legs.

"Oh no!  I've done it again!" she gasped in her despair.

She swiftly gathered up her clothes in trembling hands.
Athena was surprised in the process to see many of her
buttons scattered across the floor, and she tried to pick
up as many of them as she could.  When her clothes were a
confused pile on her lap, Athena was finally aware enough
to realize she had to get decent and fast.  She moved to
button her blouse, but her right wrist was suddenly
caught in the iron grip of Devereux's left hand.

"Don't do that here," stated an obviously irritated Mrs.
Devereux.  "You've done enough in this car already.  Show
some pride in yourself, for God's sake!  Don't do that in
the car in front of the children, use the restroom
instead!  That's what it's for, you know?  It's right
over there," indicating a rather rusty looking door at
the rear of the shabby station.

Devereux reached over and opened the driver's door for
the still befuddled Athena.  "Out!" she commanded.

A suddenly frightened Athena covered herself with her
hands.  "But...but you can't be serious.  You can't expect
me to..."

Devereux quickly slid over and bodily pushed the
startled young woman out of the car.  Her feet got
tangled with her dropped clothes and she fell heavily
onto a small patch of oil warmed by the hot asphalt of
the station.  As soon as her bare buttocks touched the
thick, hot liquid, a squealing Athena leapt to her feet.

Devereux reached down and delicately picked up Athena's
soiled panties from the car floor.  "Yes, I can," she
said very matter-of-factly.  She carelessly tossed the
panties away from the car, then slammed and locked the
door in Athena's crest-fallen face.  "You can enter when
you are finally decent for the children!" huffed Devereux
through the closed window, to the vast amusement of her
teenage nieces.

Athena stood with her mouth opened, completely stunned.
Things were happening much too fast and she had no idea
really what was going on here.  All she knew at the
moment was that she was barely covered and now locked
outside of the car.  The hot asphalt started to burn her
bare feet and she quickly gathered up her fallen
clothing.  She covered herself as best she could, dashed
to where her panties lay, managed to pick them up on the
run, and sped bouncing towards the restroom door, trying
to cover her bare front as best she could.  As she ran,
her oil-covered buttocks would frequently be revealed to
the delighted gaze of her three tormentors as her opened
blouse billowed in the wind.

It was only after she slammed going full tilt into the
hard steel with a loud "OOF!!", did Athena remember that
such doors were frequently locked.  Knocked breathless by
the blow, Athena could only bend over at the waist, keep
her hands on her knees, and fight gasping for air, her
clothes a useless pile at her feet.  As she gasped for
air, her breasts dangled freely out of the opened blouse,
while her buttocks were once again on display for anyone
who cared to look.

She realized with shame that she must look a sight, and
Athena desperately wanted to fix her appearance right
then.  But Mrs. Devereux obviously thought otherwise, and
befuddled Athena knew she could only do so in the
restroom.  Her employer seemed very concerned with the
effect her dressing would have on the children.  Those
children!

In despair she realized that she must now walk around to
the front of the station, with her body practically
exposed and the hot oil on her bottom causing her to have
the strangest erotic sensations she had ever known.

A sharp blast from the horn told Athena of her employer's
growing impatience.  "Oh, God!" she said.  She had to
move now, otherwise she was afraid Mrs. Devereux might
just drive off and leave her here!

Finally able to breath more or less normally, Athena took
a deep breath.  She stuffed her damp panties in her
jacket's left pocket, held up her clothes to cover as
much of her opened front as she could, then walked
determinedly around the building to the front of the
station, fighting back her tears every step of the way.

In a strange mix with her feelings of embarrassment and
humiliation, Athena quickly realized that she was very
turned on.  Her entire body was electrified, and she was
feeling very on-edge.  The hot oil, as it worked its way
between her rubbing buttocks and upper thighs, almost
made her climax just by walking to the office!

With trickles of vaginal fluids she could now feel
running down her inner thighs, she entered the station
office to find an attendant who could give her the key.

The grimy, fly-blown office was deserted, and Athena
didn't know whether to laugh or cry.  She tried looking
desperately around, but there was no sign of any likely
key.  A long, irritated blast of a car horn caused Athena
to cut her search short.  In her highly excited state it
made her jump as if she had just been goosed.

"Oh, God.  Here we go," she mumbled in despair, then
quickly moved through the connecting glass door into the
grimy garage.

There was a very beat-up automobile on the lowered lift,
and that was about all.  Of signs of life, there were
none.

"H-hello?  Is there a-anyone h-here?" Athena squeaked.

"Yea, I'm here, under the car," came a gruff, mildly
intoxicated voice from the center of the deserted garage.
Athena looked down and saw extending from under the car a
pair of very dirty overalls attached to heavy work shoes.

"What can I do you for, sweet cheeks?" the voice from
under the car said.  From his restricted vantage point,
the mechanic could only see a fine dainty pair of very
feminine feet, slim pair of ankles and two very shapely
caves, but that was enough for him.  "Shit, if it weren't
for this damned oil pan...!" he thought.  "She would come
now."

Athena could only blurt out, "Restroom key?", so worried
was she about the spectacle she knew she must be
presenting.

"On the wall behind the desk in the office.  Can't miss
it."

"T-thank y-you."

"Any time, darlin'!" the mechanic said cheerfully.
"Anytime!"

Athena went back into the office and sure enough the key,
attached to a 6-inch board with the words "RESTROOM"
burned into it in large capital letters, was hanging on
the wall right where it was supposed to be.  She grabbed
the key and ran back around the building just as a large
van filled with people and suitcases was pulling up to
the pumps.

Inside the surprisingly clean, well-ordered restroom,
Athena paused for a moment to enjoy the overwhelming
feeling of safety she was experiencing right then.
However, she was soon aware of another, much stronger
feeling bubbling inside of her.

After her still perplexing experience in the car and her
recent near-nude dash around the gas station in broad
daylight, Athena found herself feeling suddenly very
tingly, very excited.  It was the strangest sensation she
ever had!  If the mechanic had entered the room right
then, she felt she could easily screw his socks off, and
then some.

She knew she had to get a grip on these run-away
emotions, or she would be soon in serious trouble.  But,
try as she might she just could not get them out of her
head.  She gingerly put down the clothes she was
carrying, then took off her blouse as well, being very
careful to avoid getting any spots on anything.

She started cleaning the oil off of her behind and
between her legs with paper towels.  The problem was,
every time she touched or rubbed herself on her hyper-
sensitive crotch with the rough towels, she saw stars for
a moment and could hardly breath.  Bizarre, erotic
visions of a nude Danielle and even Mrs. Devereux would
then go dancing in her head would not leave her alone.

When she could wipe herself off no longer, she threw her
most recent pile of dirty towels away and thoroughly
washed her hands.  When she felt her hands were clean
enough to handle her clothes, she first slipped into her
comfortable pumps.  She then put on her bra, blouse and
jacket, but left everything unfastened.

Her body had reached such a peak of excitement that by
the time Athena went to fix her bra her hands were
shaking.  In reaching up to pull the bra cups down over
her tingling breasts, she accidentally grazed her nipples
with the palms of her hands.

"AHH!" she yelled.  Her knees went weak and she had to
hang on to the sink for a moment for support.  "S.O.!"
she said desperately.  "It's that God-damned S.O.!!"

Again with shaking hands, Athena reached up once more to
fix her bra.  Suddenly, she was seized by an insane
impulse.  She pulled her bra off instead, along with her
blouse and jacket.

Naked except for her shoes, Athena stood trembling in
front of the mirror, cupping her quivering breasts in her
now violently shaking hands.  She had never touched
herself like that before, and it shocked her that she
could do it so readily now.  Tears began streaming down
her face, yet she still couldn't let go of her own
breasts.  She held her thighs and knees tightly together,
trying to stifle the incredible fires burning out of
control in her pussy.  Athena felt soiled, yet it was so
satisfying she simply could not resist!  She hefted her
breasts, feeling their pleasing weight and firmness for
the first time.

"No wonder the children are so fascinated by them," she
said wonderingly.

"You slut!" she thought bitterly, the voice in her head
sounding suddenly very much like her mother's.  "What in
hell do you think you are doing?  Get dressed and get
back out to the car, idiot!"

"Why?" she replied.  "Why can't I do this?  I don't
understand why I need it, but I do.  I need it very
badly."

"Slut!" the voice cried.  "What if someone should come in
and see you like this?"

"Oh, come on, get real.  No one can come in," she
pleaded.  "It's a restroom and very private.  I'm safe
here.  I even locked the door.  Didn't I?"

She heard a faint sound outside the entrance.  As Athena
glanced worriedly at the door, it flew open.  Her mouth
dropped open in shock as her hands paralyzed into painful
claws.  To her horror she found that she could not let go
of herself!  A person was standing in the doorway and she
was frozen in full view without clothes touching herself!

The suddenness of the bright sunlight spilling into the
dim room blinded her for a moment, then her eyes cleared
enough to reveal a blonde cherub standing in the doorway.

A small, very angelic-looking if somewhat chubby young
girl stood in the opened doorway, and looked
mischievously at her.  "Are you done?" she announced
loudly.  "'Cause I have to go to the Bathroom!"

"Little girl, you know you should always knock before
entering a restroom," an overwhelmed Athena automatically
said in her most proper nanny-voice.  She was still
holding her breasts, her mind totally lost in a world of
awesome sensuality and shame.

"Oh, phooey!" said the cherub.

Feeling a breeze, Athena looked down and saw herself as
that child must be seeing her.  Devastated,  she finally
returned to earth.  Almost fainting from the humiliation
at being caught like this, she covered her breasts with
her right arm and frantically began grabbing at her
fallen clothes with her left.  The cherub, quick as a
bunny, streaked into the room, picked up Athena's bra
from the floor, then ran out, waving it over her head and
yelling "Mommy, Mommy!  Look what I found!!"

Seeing she was alone once again, Athena bitterly slammed
the door shut, then locked it with a vengeance.

Athena stood quietly, listening to the silence.  She felt
incredibly dirty all of a sudden, and couldn't endure the
thought of getting dressed in what was left of her good
outfit feeling like that.  She carefully set aside her
clothes, wetted some paper towels, and quickly washed
herself off, biting her lower lip whenever the wonderful,
hated sensations got to be too much for her.  When she
was finished, she still did not really feel clean, and
was anything but calm, but another shrill blast from the
car horn made her swiftly get dressed anyway.

She looked for her bra, then remembered what had happened
to it.  "That's just fucking great!" she shouted.  Her
breasts were painfully swollen and very sensitive.  It
was just what she needed right now, having them loose and
unprotected under her blouse.

Athena took a moment to survey the wreckage of her
remaining clothes.  Her stocking were a total loss, and
she threw them away.  Her jacket had lost all of its
buttons.  Her  blouse at least still had a few and she
prayed they would be enough to protect her modesty until
she could find a sewing kit or buy another one after her
doctor's visit.

She picked up her panties and found the crotchband to be
incredibly damp with her secretions.  She was going to
dry them with paper towels, but another horn blast caused
her to just slip them on as they were.  She could feel
the panties squish seductively as she reluctantly pulled
the tight garment against her hips and crotch.

"Oh!" she gasped, as new astonishing sensations radiated
from her traitorous crotch.  She had to take hold of the
sink a precious moment to get her breath back.

Athena couldn't believe it.  She had almost climaxed from
just putting on her underwear.  It was as if everything
was conspiring against her today.  No matter what she
did, she kept becoming incredibly turned on.  And there
seemed to be nothing she could do about it!

The only explanation was that her S.O. must be really
running out of control now.  She realized that,
regardless of what else might happen, she couldn't let
anything stop her.  Her only hope of salvation now was to
reach the doctor as soon as possible.

Athena quickly put on her blouse, then her skirt.  After
making sure she was properly fastened, she noticed with
dismay her prominent nipples clearly outlined underneath
the sheer blouse.  "Oh, God," she groaned.  "She'll never
let me back in!"

A series of sharp, fast blasts of the horn told Athena
that she was out of time.  She threw her suit jacket over
her left arm and walked quickly to the car, acutely
conscious of how her breasts were gently bobbing
underneath her blouse, and how the errect nipples,
sliding repeatedly across the slick fabric, were so
prominently displayed through the thin material.

"This isn't going to work at all!" Athena moaned.  She
stopped and slipped her suit jacket on, and was rewarded
by yet another series of horn blasts.  Not able to button
it, she ran the remaining distance, heedless of how her
firm, dancing breasts were showing through the opened
jacket and the missing buttons of her blouse to the
amused trio waiting in the car.

She opened the door and hopped into the driver's seat,
under the baleful stare of her employer.

"Are you finally ready, Miss Valentine, or do we have
another delay to look forward to?" Devereux asked coolly.

"I-I'm f-fine," stuttered a very nervous Athena as she
closed the heavy car door.  As she started the engine,
Athena wondered how much more trouble could she get into
with this demanding woman.

As she put the car into gear, all Athena's dazed mind
could think of was how the plush leather upostry was
deliciously pressing up against the sopping crotch band
of her panties.  Consequently, it should not have come as
such a surprise to her when she mistakenly put the car
into Reverse instead of Drive and backed smartly into
some oil storage drums.

"Oh My God!" she cried as the car shook from the impact.

"Wonderful," steamed Devereux, while the gleeful children
in back cheered and applauded.

"OUT!" commanded Devereux, and the now sobbing Athena
opened the door and staggered from the car.

Athena was devastated.  Covering her face with her hands,
she could only repeatedly say, "I'm so sorry," between
racking sobs.

Devereux went back to inspect the damage (slight), then
opened the trunk and pulled out a small raised seat.  She
went around to the driver's side and placed the seat on
top of the driver's seat.

She took the still sobbing young woman by the shoulders
and fiercely shook her until the surprised Athena
uncovered her face and looked at her.

"Snap out of it!" Devereux hissed.  "Special problems or
not, I've had just about all I care to take from you,
young lady.  Now go sit in the back with the other
children!"

Ashamed beyond words, Athena meekly got into the back of
the car, where the girls made room for her right between
them.

"By the way," Devereux said matter-of-factly as she
climbed up into her special car seat and shut the door.
"Did you loose something recently?"

Athena, busy with cleaning her face with the car's
tissues, helpfully being supplied to her by the grinning
children, feverishly prayed that Mrs. Devereux wasn't
talking about her bra.

"Well, have you?" quietly demanded her employer as they
drove from the garage.

After blowing her nose yet again, Athena knew she should
say something, but what could she say that would not make
a bad situation only worse?

"Ah, no," she sniffed very quietly.  "Nothing."

The trip was very quiet after that.  Even the children,
when they were not sneaking glances at Athena's bare
breasts through the missing buttons of her blouse,
settled in with portable video games they had brought.

Fortunately for Athena, the remaining distance to the
doctor's building wasn't very far at all, or she felt her
strained nerves would surely crack from all of the
tension she was under.  Thankfully, at least her sexual
fire dampened a little after her accident with the car,
although she was very aware it could rise up again at any
time.

It was as they pulled into the well-lighted underground
parking lot that Athena finally started to relax.  At
last she was at the doctor's.  She was truly confident
felt that everything was going to be all right from now
on.  The car rolled gracefully to a stop and the children
quickly opened both back door to exit the car.

Athena's heart stopped when a small white bundle
fluttered over the seats from the front and landed on her
lap.  She reached down automatically to pick it up and
froze when she saw what it was.  It was a bra with her
name neatly printed along the back strap.  It was hers!

She wanted to ball it up before Mrs. Devereux saw it, but
it was of course already too late for anything like that.
"Oh God!  Oh God!" she thought.  She had been caught by
her employer yet again!

Sue's happy voice filled her ears.  "Some lady brought
that over while you were still in the ladies room and
asked if it belonged to any of us."

"Well, young woman?" demanded Devereux.  "What have you
to say for yourself this time?"

"Oh God!  Oh God!" she thought.  "What can I say?  How
could I possibly explain what happened?"

Wishing she were dead, a deeply blushing Athena could
only bow her head, her golden hair covering her face,
with her stolen bra clutched loosely in her right hand,
and say nothing.

"I thought so," Devereux said, twisting the knife.
"Since you seem to have trouble dressing as well as
eating, I guess the children will have to help you there,
too.  OK, girls.  Get your Nanny dressed for her doctor's
visit, please."

Gleefully, the two girls reached and practically dragged
Athena's jacket off.  The blouse took longer, with much
fumbling of the remaining buttons in their small hands,
until finally that too was off.

"But the doors!" Athena blurted, but to no avail.

Athena was forced to calmly sit topless in the back seat,
with both doors wide open, and allow the children to
dress her.  It was agonizing!  It took several tries for
them to figure out the correct way for Athena's bra to
fit.  Whenever Athena could stand their unintentional
teasing no longer and tried to stop them, she would
receive a hand slap on the wrist and a sharp verbal
rebuke from her employer.  "You had your chance, nanny,"
she would snarl, her voice filled with mock disgust at
Athena's weakness.  "Let the little children dress you
now!"

By the time Athena had been dressed, she wanted to cry.
She knew that her employer had only the best intentions
in mind whenever she did things like this, making the
children help her when she was having problems, but
still!  It was really humiliating!  She was after all a
full-grown woman, not some helpless little baby who
needed the constant attention of others.

There was another problem with the children helping her.
No matter how or why the children tried to help her,
whenever it happened the effect was always maddeningly
the same.  Their unconscious touching from their inexpert
fumbling drove her mad!  Athena knew that they were
fascinated with her body, and delighted in any
opportunity to touch and explore, even her most private
of places.  What everyone failed to realize was that she
was especially vulnerable right now, reacting wildly to
the slightest and most innocent of contacts!

Her wonderful breasts had been teased unmercifully.
Terribly swollen, they were now painfully restrained by
her bra.  Her breathing had become quite ragged, and
sweat had broken out all over her body.  The two girls,
obviously not experienced in handling women's clothing,
slowly and clumsily dressed her, all the while touching,
even caressing her proud, high-set breasts and nipples,
until the frustrated Athena was ready to scream.

If it was not for the presence of her employer looking
disdainfully at her, Athena, pushed beyond endurance,
would have actually pleaded for mercy with the very
children she was here to care for.  "It's too much!" her
befuddled mind thought.  "Why is it always too much?"

What she really wanted right now, she realized
frantically, was a blessed release.  The pressure had
been built up within her all that morning to the point
where she felt she would go mad.  After all of the
unwanted climaxes she had endured this week, now that she
desperately wanted to cum, needed it to happen, it
wouldn't.  Everything would bring her body to the brink,
yet today of all days something was always preventing her
from having an orgasm.  Athena knew she was a good girl,
but something within her had gotten loose and the
frazzled reporter wanted to get it under control before
she had to endure a visit to the doctor's.  What if she
went crazy and did something terrible like climax while
she was there in the middle of an examination?  They just
might think she really was insane and lock her up or
something.  She had to get a grip on her crazed emotions
before seeing the doctor, she just had to!

*****

Athena sat in a small, sparingly decorated doctor's
waiting room.  She saw in a wall-mirror that, except for
a slight flush, she looked quite normal, like any well-
groomed young woman patiently waiting for her appointment
to begin.  A quick visit to the office restroom had done
wonders to clean up her appearance.  Her soiled panties
proved to be beyond hope, re-soaked completely through
with her latest vaginal fluids.  She would have thrown
them away but the fear of what the doctor or nurse might
think if they should notice she was not wearing any
panties on such a formal occasion.  It was bad enough not
to be wearing stockings with such a short skirt.
Besides, she knew that this was the one day that she
required as much protection from herself as possible.

Normally, sitting in the waiting room, she would be
nervous waiting to see a doctor.  Being poked and prodded
by some man in a white coat wasn't high on her to-do
list.  But today she was actually glad, because now she'd
find out why her body seemed to be running out of control
ever since she boarded the plane to Chicago for her first
undercover assignment.  Just an innocent touch now would
make her light headed and send her body into orbit.
There was a medical reason for it, Spontaneous Orgasm,
Mrs. Devereux called it.  OK, she reasoned. The doctor
would give her something, and her life would be back to
normal.

She saw the nurse in white come towards her but, her
jangled nerves on fine edge, she still jumped when the
girl said, "Miss Valentine, Doctor Hill will see you
now."

The girl seemed a little young to be a nurse, Athena
thought, as she followed her back to the examination
room.

Curiously got the better of her.  She just had to know
why the girl was so young.  "I hope I'm not prying, but
you look rather young to be a nurse."

The girl blushed and answered, "Thanks!  Boy, when you
get old it's nice to hear someone say you still look
young.  I'll be 19 next week!"

"Oh, really. 19," Athena replied trying not to sound
surprised.  God, just what she needed was another child
she had to deal with, with the problems she'd been
having.  She read the name tag on what now seemed to be a
little too short nurse's uniform, 'Charlie.'  "That's an
unusual name for a pretty girl?"

"I guess it is, isn't it?  My dad wanted a boy, so when
he found out I wasn't, I still got named Charlie."

"I see."

"Now Miss Valentine would you please remove all your
clothes and put this on.  Please," Charlie said smiling
at Athena, handing her a small examination gown.



End Part 3 of 4