Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2000 18:58:12 EST
From: LCDRJMC@aol.com
Subject: The Nanny (Rev 2) 3/4

The Nanny (2nd Revision) by lcdrjmc@aol.com

Chapter 3 of 4

   They came to Danielle's closed bedroom door, which to
Athena's surprise Mrs. Devereux quickly opened without
knocking first.  They found Danielle in her bedroom
listening to CDs.  She remained sprawled on her bed,
seemingly unaware of their presence, as the pair walked
towards her.  She finally lifted her head slightly and
openly took stock of the new nanny.
   "You're cute."
   "Er, thank you," the perplexed Athena replied.  No
girl had ever called her 'cute' before.
   "Our last nanny was a pig."
   "Now, now, Danielle.  Get up and be nice.  You must be
polite and say hello to Athena."
   Danielle languidly got up from the bed and tiredly
slouched over to where they were standing.
   "Hello," the teenager said, managing with ease the
difficult task of sounding interested and bored at the
same time.
   "Athena, this is my daughter, Danielle."
   "Hi!" chirped Athena, in what she hoped was her best
18-year old manner.
   Athena looked up in wonder at her "new friend."   Mrs.
Devereux's eldest daughter was as tall as her mother was
short.  Even slouched over she must have been at least 6-
feet in height, and weighed all of 110 pounds.  She had a
full head of raven black hair worn ruler-straight down to
her waist, and the palest complexion Athena had ever seen
on something that wasn't a porcelain doll.  She had on
black stretch pants and a tight black turtle neck.  To
Athena she looked like a hairy black pencil with dabs of
white paint scattered here and there.
   "Be sure to show her what to do, Danielle.  Remember,
you are both expected for dinner at eight.  See you
then."  Mrs. Devereux smiled pleasantly at them both,
then departed.
   "My mother must really like you a lot," Danielle
grumbled.  "She doesn't spare me even half as much time."
   "She just wanted to make me feel at home, that's all."
   "Do you swim, ride horses, that sort of thing?"
   "Oh, yes, I love to swim.  I haven't had much
experience with horses, though.  I'm...a little bit
afraid of them."
   "Well, let's go swimming, then.  We'll save those
nasty old horses for another day.  But first, we need to
get you fixed up, because the kids are coming back home
today."
   "What!  But your mother just told me that they would
be away for a couple of days."
   "They were away, at my Aunt's place.  But this
afternoon they'll be back and we have to get you properly
dressed first."
   Athena found a wall mirror and automatically looked at
herself in wonder.  "What is wrong with the way I look?"
she asked defensively.
   Danielle stood behind her, tightly pressing her long
body against Athena's.  "I think you look just fine,"
Danielle said, wrapping her long arms around Athena's
middle.  "But, you must get into your nanny's uniform now
or Mother will skin us both!"  Danielle lifted her arms
so that Athena's breasts were now resting on them.
   "Danielle, please!  Nanny's uniform?  Oh, of course,"
the disappointed Athena said.  At school they had told
the students that some homes preferred their nannies to
be in a type of maid's outfit, so that they would fit in
more easily with the rest of the staff.  This was also
sometimes done to try and prevent the children from
thinking the nanny was their real mother.  Athena had
hoped to avoid this, but it looked as if she was going to
be wearing some silly outfit after all.  She just hoped
it wasn't too frilly.  She knew it didn't really matter,
as she would make sure her articles would not have any
pictures of her in them.
    "Oh, by the way.  We're going to be bunking together
for a while."
   "What!" Athena gasped in surprise as she watched her
breasts being pressed together by Danielle's arms in the
mirror.  "I was supposed to have my own room!"
   "Yes, it's a damned nuisance, but whenever the family
gathers, I get bumped out of my room and into yours.
Sorry."
   Athena wasn't sure that this was the best of ideas.
Danielle was far too demonstrative in her affections for
Athena's peace of mind.  Maybe she was lonely, Athena
reasoned.  The unhappy girl sure wasn't getting any kind
of support from her mother, of that she was certain.  She
had to go along with this in order to fit in.  And maybe
Mrs. Devereux was right, and she wanted her to be a
companion for Danielle as well as the other children.
   Well, then.  It looked like she was getting a
roommate.  If Danielle became too bad, she would just
have to gently lay down the law for the teenager.  She
was the 21-year old after all (even if she had to act
18), and Danielle only 17.
   "That's all right, Danielle," Athena shakily said she
felt Danielle's hot breath on the back of her neck.  "I
don't mind your staying with me.  Really I don't."
   "Cool!" Danielle exclaimed, squeezing Athena's breasts
between her arms again in her excitement.  "We can
have a pajama party when all of the cousins are here.
It'll be great fun, okay?"
   "Sounds great.  Can't wait!" Athena said, trying to
sound as enthusiastic as she could.  As if having
Danielle all over her wasn't bad enough, now she had to
endure an all-night party full of giggling teenage
girls.  She had been to only one in her life and it had
been a crashing bore for her.  Even as a freshman in high
school, such girls had been far too immature for her.
God only knows what gum-snapping horrors awaited her
during this one!
   Then it struck her.  If this was all she had to worry
about, life was very good indeed!
   "Come on!" said Danielle.  "We need to start moving.
By now your uniform should have been brought upstairs and
be waiting for you in your suite."
  "Oh, well," the laughing Athena told Danielle.  "The
things I must do for a living!"

   When she and Danielle had returned to her suite,
Athena looked around each of her rooms but could find
nothing that looked like a maid's dress.
   The only new clothes she found was something that was
spread across the king-sized bed.
   "What's that?  Someone's funky exercise outfit?"  the
amused Athena asked.
   "That's your nanny suit.  Cool, huh?"
   Athena's new-found enthusiasm for her assignment died
a quick death when she saw the pink nightmare that was to
be her new uniform.
    It was a body stocking with a long zipper running
down the back.  It was made of some thin, elastic
material that Athena couldn't even identify.  It had a
shiny pink plastic belt and matching ankle boots with 2-
inch heels.  And that was all!
   "Oh, no!  I'm not getting into that!  I don't care!
Oh, my God!  No-No-No!"
   "Calm down, Athena.  It's not that bad!"
   "Yes it is!  It's horrible!"  She held up the
offending garment.  "And where's the rest of it?  This
should just be the first part of it.  There should be
some outer covering that goes with it.  It's usually
small, but at least it's something!  I've seen them that
way at my club.  So where's the rest of it?"
   "Athena!  Take it easy, will you.  You know, for
someone who is 18, you sure take things seriously.  Don't
you have any sense of adventure at all?"
   "ADVENTURE!?!?" Athena cried, tears streaming down her
face.  "You call wearing this an adventure?"   Stricken,
the sobbing woman buried her head into Danielle's thin
chest.
   "Come on, girl.  Let's get your things off."
   "But I don't want to!" Athena choked out.
    Danielle unfastened Athena's top behind her neck.
   "Raise your arms," Danielle commanded the still
sobbing woman.  Athena complied without thinking and
Danielle pulled her top up over her head and arms.  After
taking a moment to enjoy the sight of Athena's heaving
chest, she laid the woman's top on the bed.
   Danielle then knelt down behind the still distressed
nanny and, reaching around her waist, unfastened her
jeans.  She worked the tight denim down over Athena's
flaring hips and sculptured legs.  She took a moment to
admire the beautiful buttocks moving under the thin
panties, then moved the crying woman close to the bed.
   One sharp push later a surprised Athena was laying
face down on the bed and Danielle had worked off her
jeans, shoes, and socks.
   "What...what are you doing?" Athena sobbed, trying to
get control of herself again when she realized with a
shock that the young Deveroux had been undressing her.
   Danielle walked across the room and got a box of
tissues that was on the dresser.  Tossing the box to the
new nanny, she said, "Here!  Use this on your face."
   Athena was blowing her nose when she felt her panties
being pulled down past her buttocks.
   "Wait!  What are you doing?" she cried as her panties
were pulled past her tightly clenched thighs and down her
legs.
   Dying of embarrassment, she used her hands to try and
cover her naked backside as best she could.  Frantically,
she exclaimed, "You can't do that!  Give me something to
cover myself with, please!"
   When she felt her bra being opened, she knew she had
to stop whatever was going on.  "I'm telling your mother
about this!" she declared firmly.
   "Good. It was her idea."
   "WHAT?" Athena cried in shock as Danielle coolly
flipped her over.  She frantically scrambled to cover her
naked pubes as Danielle pulled easily off the now useless
bra.
   "Come off it, Athena!"  Danielle said to the now nude
woman who, in an absolute frenzy, was trying to hide her
luscious body behind her arms and hands.
   "We're both girls here, so get real and calm down,
will you?" Danielle thundered to the stunned reporter.
   "I'm...I'm sorry," Athena said meekly.  "I just don't
like being...being undressed in front of anyone."
   "It's okay.  I'm a little shy myself.  Now, take a
deep
breath and get hold of yourself."
   Athena did as she was told.  "I'm feeling much better
now.  Really I am."
   "Good.  Now, look."  Danielle held up the nanny suit.
"You ever wear a bathing suit?"
   The woman nodded a tearful yes.
   "Okay, then.  You'll be more covered in this than in
any bathing suit.  Mom prefers this to regular clothes
because it will be more convenient for you.  Also," and
here Danielle lowered her voice, "we almost lost our
youngest once when she choked on a nanny's loose blouse
button.  So, now you know why you must wear your nanny
suit, and that's all you'll be able to wear."
   "Yes, I understand now.  Thank you for explaining it
to me.  I really appreciate it."  Wow!  What a story for
her article, thought Athena excitedly.
   "Fine," said Danielle happily, greatly relieved that
the worst was finally over.  She had been able to
talk her into wearing that unbelievably sexy outfit
without too much trouble.
   "Now, let's stand up and get into our nice new nanny
suit, shall we?"
   Athena slowly got up off of the bed, being careful to
keep herself covered as much as possible.  She
reluctantly took the strange body stocking from Danielle
and immediately used it to cover her naked front. She was
backing towards the bathroom but immediately stopped when
she saw Danielle moving to follow her.
   "No, I don't need any help. Thanks!"
   "Okay, suit yourself, to coin a phrase.  Don't forget
the boots and belt."
   "Yes, thank you."
   She collected the rest of the hated outfit from the
bed and, with her hands now full of her new suit, belt,
and boots, Athena once again started backing carefully
towards the bathroom, but stopped when she realized that
she had forgotten something even more important.
   "Danielle, could you, er, hand me a pair of bra and
panties from the top of the dresser?  I'd rather not have
to walk any farther like this than absolutely necessary
right now."
   "No.  Listen, you can't wear any underwear with that.
It's too thin.  The suit really isn't designed for it,
and looks a great deal better without.  You'll see."
   "Wonderful," muttered Athena.  She backed into the
bathroom and shut the door carefully behind her.  She
tried to lock it but found that there wasn't one.
   "That's very strange," she thought.
   Without giving the matter further thought, she went
over to the sink to wash and fix her face and hair.
Repairs completed, she gave the suit one final
distasteful look and took it over one of the bathroom's
chairs.
   She sat and started wiggling into the tight garment.
The fabric gave easily where it needed to and, after
zipping up the back, Athena felt ready for a mirror.
   She stood up and turned towards the full-length mirror
located on the back of the bathroom door.
   "Oh my God!"
   She was naked.  The suit, not uncomfortably, she had
to admit, acted like a second skin.  She was completely
covered, yet every curve, every bulge, every crevice, was
there for the entire world to see.  She could even feel
the material working its way between her buttocks and
vulva!
   Shocked, she slowly put on the boots and belt, then
looked back at the mirror once again.
   "Oh my God!"
   They didn't help.  She now looked like she was
starring in one of those sleazy R-rated science fiction
movies that her younger brother and his friends would
sometimes sneak up to his room.
   "Oh my God!"
   "Okay, you've said 'Oh my God' three times now,"
Danielle said good-naturedly from outside the room.
"Come on out now and let's see you."
   "See me is right," muttered Athena, still looking with
horror at the mirror.
   Very reluctantly, she went to the bathroom door and,
after first closing her eyes, opened it.
   "Hmmm.  Yummy," said Danielle appreciatively.
   Athena opened her eyes to see Danielle eyeing her up
and down while licking her lips in a hungry fashion.
   "Ha.  Very funny," she grumbled.  "Look, Danielle.  I
can't do this.  I'm sorry.  I really tried, but I just
can't go around like this."
   "Sure.  Fits well though, doesn't it?"
   "Yes, for what little it matters, the suit does fit
very well.  How did you get my sizes so fast, anyhow?  I
just received this assignment less than a week ago."
   "Your school supplied them when they heard you
accepted.  It was a rush job to get the suit made in
time.  It only got here this morning."
   "Well, I'm really sorry you went to all that trouble,
but I'm not wearing this, and that's that."
   "No one is going to see you, not that there is
anything showing.  This floor is strictly for women and
children only, and even the mothers rarely stick around
for very long.  You'll be up here the whole time with
mostly just you and the kids."
   "Still, I can't look like this in front of little
children.  What would their parents think?"
   Danielle pointedly looked at her watch and said,
"Unfortunately, we've run out of time to discuss this.  I
checked on the house phone while you were in the bathroom
and heard that the kids arrived about ten minutes ago.
You're on, Nanny!"
   "Oh, no!  Not until I've...OW!"
   The slap on her virtually unprotected buttocks caught
the protesting Athena completely by surprise.  She
covered her stinging behind with her hands while tears
formed in her eyes.  "You...you hit me!" she exclaimed,
shocked.
   "Yes, that's right," agreed Danielle calmly.  "Now
MOVE YOUR ASS, you stupid bitch," she shouted, "and start
doing your job or I'll give you a real spanking!"
   With that, Danielle chased the squealing Athena out of
her suite and into the hallway.


The Nanny:  Part Five

   Athena ran from her room, with Danielle right behind
her, only to stop suddenly just outside the door.  Her
once deserted hallway was now full of people!  Servants
carrying bedding were running here and there.
Expensively-dressed women with small children in tow were
going in and out of the rooms located along the hall.
   In spite of her outlandish attire, Athena was
surprised when, with all those people running about, no
one gave her so much as a glance.
   [It is at this point, gentle reader, that upon advice
of the censor we must point out that the children are
children in name only!  Yes, it is quite true!  In
reality, they are the teen-aged nieces of the insidious
Mrs. Devereux, especially brought in to give our heroine
a very bad time, indeed.  Okay, so what can we say, the
family runs short.  We return you now to our story,
already in progress.]
   "What is going on here?" asked the panting Athena,
ignoring the arms which Danielle, standing behind her,
had placed around her waist.
   "Like I keep telling you, the kids have arrived.  This
is the week on the big end-of-summer family reunion.
That's why the family wanted you so quickly.  Didn't you
know?"
   "Ah, no.  Not really.  The school didn't tell me a
thing about it."
   "All the children will be staying up here during
the day, that is, those whom their parents decide not too
fuss with during the week."
   "There are too many, Danielle!  I can't possibly look
after them all."
   "You know, for a nanny you don't have much confidence
around children."
   "Well, this is my, er, first family."
   "Sure.  Look, the real babies will stay in the nursery
downstairs.  Up here will be more like day-care.  Just
keep them fed and busy for about five days and you'll be
fine.  Need anything, just call the kitchen on the house
phone."
   "Oh, my.  Five days?  I just don't know..."  Athena
hadn't contemplated on having to face this situation at
all.  A few children were one thing, but this!
   "Okay, okay!" she hastily agreed when she felt
Danielle's hand start to lightly pat her right buttock.
"But I must really find something to wear...  Okay, I
said!" she muttered through clenched teeth when
Danielle's patting started to become audible slaps on her
bouncing buttock.
   "Good.  Now let me introduce you to your new charges.
When you are done tonight at eight, we'll have our party
and you can unwind then."
   Never had she felt more vulnerable, as Danielle led
her by the hand to the big children's suite at the end of
the hall.  The only thing that saved Athena from dying of
embarrassment was the fact that no-one looked at her, or
noticed that she was even there.
   "I don't believe this," the perplexed Athena thought
as they walked down the hall.  "I'm almost naked and no
one's given me so much as a single look.  What's going on
here?"
   She couldn't understand it.  She knew she would have
been terribly embarrassed if anyone had noticed her, yet
it still bothered Athena for some reason that no-one did.
She didn't think her body was all that bad looking.  Of
course, she only saw women and children on the floor, so
maybe that was it.  It would take a man to really
appreciate what she was reluctantly showing right now.
   Just as well there weren't any allowed on the floor.
At least she was protected from some low-life trying to
take advantage and cop a feel or something.  She was so
tired of having to put up with that sort of thing.
Warming to the prospect of being safely surrounded by
just women and children for a few days, Athena felt
surprisingly secure and content.
   She had just finished a school on how to take care of
children, for God's sake.  What was she so worried about?
She was sure that child-care was simply a matter of just
being consistently firm yet fair, and all would be well.

   Athena walked on, feeling much better about the whole
thing.  She was blissfully unaware of the many feminine
eyes, all showing a look of cruel longing, which followed
her undulating body as she moved down the long hall.  Nor
did she notice the knowing looks which were passing
between Danielle and her cousins the 'children' in the
hall!

   Upon entering the playroom, Athena was amazed at how
well it had been equipped.
   "This place is very well equipped,"  Danielle was
saying.  "It has everything you might need: house phone,
dining area, play area with tons of toys, TV/DVD
player/stereo, kitchenette with microwave for popcorn and
a full sized refrigerator for drinks and ice cream.
There is also a small washer/dryer set for accidents.
   "You're kidding?"
   "Oh, no.  Mom wanted her kids to have everything she
didn't when she was growing up.  And, girl, has this
place got it!  It even has kid-sized rest rooms."
   "Where?  I don't see any other doors."
   "Along the floor you can see two hinged rubber doors
there, along the far wall.  Mom was the designer, and
even helped with the construction.  Each rest room has a
small shower, in case things really get messy.
Naturally, the kids love it in there.  They are always
finding excuses to go in and out.  Who would have thought
that bathrooms could be so fun?"
   "I can't go through those doors!" Athena protested, as
she looked at the small openings in horror.
   "Oh, get real," replied Danielle.  "Mom and I do it
all the time."
   "Yes, but..."
   "Enough already!"  Dragging the reluctant Athena by
the front of her belt, Danielle strode briskly into the
center of the room.
   "Attention!" she said loudly, and magically all became
quiet.  "This is Miss Athena Valentine, your new nanny.
She will be taking care of you this week."
   She turned to Athena and said, "Okay, you lucky girl.
You're on!  Remember, they're all yours until 8 PM.
After that, this placed is locked up and the children are
picked up by their families.  Only my three sisters will
actually be sleeping on this floor."
    Seeing Athena getting ready to say something,
Danielle muttered a hasty "Bye!" and quickly left the
room.
   Athena looked anxiously after the departing Danielle.
In her anxiety about caring for so many children, Athena
forgot to ask which of the children belonged to the
Devereux household.
   She looked about her and saw that she was surrounded
by inquisitive children.  She was surprised to see that
they were all girls, between 5 to 10 years of age.  And
such children!
  She decided she was going to call this part of her
expose 'The Golden Moppets.'  She had never known such an
expensively dressed and healthy looking bunch of little
girls.  She was positive there wasn't a single haircut
there which cost under $50, except possibly her own.  If
they weren't all tow headed, they should have been.
   Not sure of what to do next, she decided to fall back
on what they taught her at nanny school.  "Okay," she
thought.  "Let's find out if this stuff really works."
   She walked out of the circle, jumping slightly
whenever she felt a small hand brushing against her hips
or thighs.
   "Hi, children.  I am Miss Valentine, and I will be
taking care of you during your stay in the children's
suite here this week.  We are going to have a great deal
a fun.  I understand there is plenty to do up here, and I
have some games of my own that we can play.  If you know
any, we can also play your games too.  We're here to have
fun.  All I ask is that you play nicely with each other
and keep it reasonably quiet.  First, though, I would
like to know all of your names."

   Surprisingly, Athena found herself doing rather
well as a nanny.  After the fifth name, she lost track of
them, but at least they knew that she was interested in
them, the little darlings.  Play time began immediately
after that, and for the first hour or so everyone seemed
to be having a good time.
   The only problem that came up was when one or another
of the girls would inevitably get interested in the way
her body bulged so visibly in her revealing nanny suit.
They were always trying to touch her behind or, whenever
they were within reach, her high-set breasts.  It got so
bad that she privately had to scold a few of them for
touching her, even if it was due to their natural
curiosity.  She couldn't blame them, really.  This is
what they had to look forward to in a few years (if they
were lucky!) and she could not really blame them for
being so curious about her body.  Seeing her reflection
in a mirror, she was grimly aware that she looked like
the start of a damned female anatomy lesson.
   Besides, she was also well aware, from the teachings
of Miss Forthingill, that if she over-reacted to anything
the children did that was a part of their natural
development, she could traumatize them for life.   Athena
was just beginning to realize just how awesome her
responsibilities here actually were.
   Athena was beginning to feel pretty confident about
the nanny business when one of the older girls came to
her and told her that Barbara was crying about something.
Certainly the smallest of the group, and probably the
youngest as well, Barbara was an angel-faced blonde who
had been off by herself, contentedly playing alone with
her dolls.
   "So what could possibly be the problem?" Athena
wondered as she went over to the corner where the girl
had been playing.
   "Hi, Barbara.  What's wrong, honey?"
   "Mommy?" the crying girl said hopefully, holding out
her arms toward Athena.
   She picked up the crying Barbara, only to have the
girl clamp her mouth firmly on the tip of her right
breast.
   "NO!" she sputtered, automatically moving the child
away from her vulnerable breast.
   "EEEEEeeeee!!" screamed little Barbara, creating the
most high pitched, ear-piercing sound that Athena had
ever heard.  She hated crying babies at the best of
times, but this sound was making her flesh crawl.  In
self-defense, she reluctantly put the child up against
her breast again, where Barbara immediately quieted down
and began to contentedly suck on Athena's nipple through
her skin-tight suit.
   "Oh my God!" she said quietly.  Now what was she
supposed to do?  Barbara's mother must still be letting
the girl use her breast, even though she should have been
weaned from it years ago.  "Maybe a pacifier will do,"
she thought hopefully, and she ran for the kitchenette,
still holding the suckling child at her breast.
   Trouble was, after searching frantically, she couldn't
find a god-damned pacifier anywhere, which left her own
chest the only option still open to her.  "Damn," said
Athena with feeling as she looked down at the tow-headed
youngster sucking happily away on an already diamond-hard
nipple that was starting to produce some surprising
sensations within her.
   She couldn't let Barbara suckle her right here in
front of everyone.  Besides, she had to find some place
private so that she could pull down the top of her suit.
She could feel the material over her breast becoming wet
there already, and the last thing she wanted was a water
stain right over her chest the rest of the night.  How
could she ever explain that?
   "Come on, honey.  Let's do this where it's a little
more private."
   She carried Barbara over where the entrance to the
rest rooms were located and placed her on the floor.
   "In you go," she said, pushing the girl through the
small entrance.
   Before she went through, the girl looked teary-eyed at
the nanny.  "You too?" she asked.
   "Yes, honey.  I'll be right behind you."
   The small child smiled at her, then turned and easily
crawled into the restroom.
   Hearing a sudden quiet descend upon the room, Athena
turned to find the other girls looking up at her
quizzically.
   "Just need to take care of some business with Barbara,
then I'll be right back."
   The children returned to their games and Athena was
left with the problem of how to get through this
ridiculously small entrance.  What could they have been
thinking when they designed this thing, anyway?
   Lying on her stomach, the nanny extended her arms past
her head in front of her and slowly wiggled her way
through the entrance.
   "Come through here all the time, my ass," Athena
muttered through gritted teeth as she made her way into
the child-sized restroom.
   Once inside, she found it to be a pleasant if (for
her) slightly cramped place that came complete with
scaled down chairs, a bench, sinks and stalls for the
small toilets.  In the far corner, behind a glass door
was the shower.
   She wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do, but
right now she was willing to try almost anything for a
little peace and quiet.
   As Barbara watched with wide eyes, Athena sat on the
bench, trying to gather her courage.  Blushing furiously
at the thought of having to expose herself before this
mere child, the nanny reluctantly reached behind her and
unfastened the clasp at the base of her neck.
   "God damn it!" she muttered quietly, then quickly
opened the zipper about a third of the way.  She moved
her hands to her neckline, and carefully pulled the front
of her clinging suit down just enough to completely
expose her left breast.
   After thinking a moment, she pulled the material of
the suit down so that her other breast was also
completely uncovered.  "Not sure which one she'll want,"
she told herself.  Noticing how her arms were now very
restricted in their movements, she pulled them out their
long sleeves for good measure.
   Feeling very sheepish, she covered her naked breasts
with one arm and shyly gestured for Barbara to join her
on the bench with the other.  The little girl gleefully
ran over and leapt onto Athena's waiting lap.   She
placed her thin arms around Athena's neck, and kissed the
surprised woman directly on the lips.  "Mama!" she
joyfully cried.
   "No.  Not Mama, Barbara.  I'm Athena, remember?  I'm
just the nanny."
   "Mama!" cried Barbara again.  She quickly moved
Athena's covering arm away and filled her mouth with the
nanny's delectable right breast.
   "Oh!" gasped the nanny as Barbara's lips and tongue
immediately went to work on her sensitive nipple.
   As Barbara contentedly teased Athena's right
breast, the woman settled in for a long stay.  "I wonder
how long this is going to last?" she thought.  Athena had
no idea how long a child was suppose to nurse at her
mother's breast.  She wearily leaned her back and head
against the wall and closed her eyes.  It had been a very
tiring day for her and she still had a long way to go
before it was over.
   She was surprised to find that, once she had gotten
over her embarrassment of someone actually touching her
bare chest, the suckling of her breast by the child was
proving to be much more pleasurable that Athena had ever
imagined.
   "No wonder women like to have kids, if this was what
they got to do with them," she thought.  "This feels
really great."
    While Barbara used her educated mouth on the
unsuspecting woman's right breast, her hands began to
softly manipulate Athena equally vulnerable left breast.
   Athena was feeling such a comfortable glow that she
kept falling asleep, but kept uncomfortably jerking
herself awake whenever her head fell forward.  When she
felt the small, firm hands pushing on her bare shoulders
she willingly followed their directions and laid down on
her back along the length of the bench.
   She drowsily murmured, "All right, baby.  Just a
little nap, then we have to get back.  Okay?"
   Little Barbara laid her small form full length on the
reclining nanny's and continued her administrations on
the soon sleeping Athena's now swollen and very sensitive
breasts.
   When Barbara heard an unconscious "MMmmmm" of
contentment come from the dozing nanny, she slowly worked
her small right foot between Athena's partially opened
thighs.   Her big toe found the indented surface of
Athena's sex, and she started slowly moving the toe back
and forth over the slick surface tightly covering the
unaware woman's vulva.
   As Athena's breathing became noticeably heavier, and
small beads of sweat began to form along her hairline,
Barbara began to slide the length of her entire foot
between Athena's thighs and over the hypersensitive
protective lips of her vulva.  She could feel how wet the
material was rapidly becoming from the sleeping nanny's
cuntal secretions.

   Athena was dreaming of motherhood.  With her two
Pulitzers for excellence in investigative reporting on
the mantel over the fireplace, she saw herself in a very
well-apportioned home holding a darling child to her
partially bared chest that looked not unlike Barbara.
She knew she was married to a top reporter who's picture
on the mantel bore a striking resemblance to a young
Robert Redford.
   Gradually her dream changed.  The small child nursing
at her breast suddenly altered in appearance and became a
nude Mrs. Devereux.  When she pushed the small woman away
from her in horror, Mrs. Devereux began to cut away
Athena's clothing with her laser eyes, until she stood
naked and helpless before her.  Athena looked to her
husband's picture for help, but it had changed into a
laughing Danielle, who arms were extending like tentacles
out of the picture, reaching for her!

   Stifling a scream, Athena jerked awake.  Feeling the
comforting presence of Barbara on top of her, she
relaxed.  "Jesus!  That was a strange one!" she thought.
She suddenly realized she was covered in sweat, and that
her heart was racing under her heaving chest.  For the
first time, her nanny suit felt terribly constricting,
and she longed to remove the rest of it until she could
cool off.
   Athena gradually became aware of a strange itching
coming from her crotch.  She thought it was the material
digging in again, but she certainly could not do any
adjusting with little Barbara right here!  The persistent
itch became more and more intense.  She tried shifting
her hips slightly, but that didn't help.
   It was when she crossed her legs, hoping for some
relief, that she sensed something was between her thighs.
Her eyes flew open in surprise and she looked down, but
Barbara had arched her back and Athena couldn't see a
thing past her.
   It was then, looking at the guileless Barbara still
happily playing with her terribly sensitive breasts, that
Athena became aware of just how intensely this child was
getting to her.  She couldn't believe it at first.  It
just wasn't possible, was it?
   But she could no longer deny it to herself.  She was
being sexually turned-on by the playful actions of this
innocent child.
   "Oh my God!" she said, stunned.  What kind of
perverted slut was she, that she could become sexually
aroused by a child?
   Sweat pouring from the effort, she tried intently to
think of anything else, in order to stem the rising
tide of passion bubbling within her, but it didn't work.
She knew she would soon loose control, would soon climax
right in the presence of this unsullied child!  She had
to stop this, before it was too late and she humiliated
herself forever in front of this precious little girl!
   "Uh, Barbara," she gasped with a quiet intensity,
still trying to remain calm and not frighten this tender
little angel with her out-of-control emotions.
   "We have to...to stop now, honey."
   "Stop what, Mommy?"
   "Oh, no!" thought Athena desperately.  "Not the kid-
question game!  Not now!"
   Trying again, she said, "We have...to stop and rejoin
the...UGH!"  Athena's body writhed as Barbara cruelly
tweaked the woman's diamond-hard nipples.
   While the distracted Athena was still gasping over
this shocking outrage to her person,  Barbara shifted
down enough to reach the woman's defenseless cunt with
her right hand.  Quickly finding the erect clitoris
under the slick material, Barbara delicately pinched it
between her thumb and forefinger.
   "AAAhhh!" Athena cried, jerking as if she had been
electrocuted!  Her overwhelmed mind had no idea of what
had happened to her, only that her body had suddenly gone
insane!
   Barbara spun around and faced the opposite direction.
She leaned forward and pushed Athena's legs off each side
of the bench.  The nanny's pink-covered pelvis was now
fully open before her thirsting eyes.  It was completely
at the girl's mercy!  Barbara mischievously used both her
small hands to knead the succulent flesh framing the
beguiling slit so displayed to perfection under the
revealing nanny suit.  The spreading stain around the
crotch looked as if someone had spilled something there.
Barbara took advantage of the lubricated material to rub
it over the swollen labia, then slide it deep into the
defenseless cunt, all causing unwanted moans of
excitement to come from the woman laying helplessly
beneath her.  She finally pinched the erect tissue of the
nanny's clit once again, and Athena went mad!
   "NO!!!" Athena screamed as her long-fought orgasm took
the unsuspecting woman by storm, her body wildly
twitching and jumping, her firm bare breasts shaking
madly on her chest.  The laughing Barbara was able to
stay on only by quickly locking her legs about Athena's
narrow waist and holding tightly to the wide pink plastic
belt.  She rode the frenzied nanny like a rodeo rider on
a bucking horse!  When the astounded woman would finally
start to quiet down, the sly Barbara would get busy and
quickly set her off again.
   "OH GOD!  I'M CUMMING!  I'M CUMMING!" unknowingly
shouted the devastated Athena as her body erupted again
and again.  In stunned disbelief, she was powerless to
stop what ever it was that was happening to her!  This
endless series of shattering climaxes had taken her
completely by surprise.  As soon as one would end,
another would take its place.
   Finally, the destroyed nanny could take no more and
with a final agonized groan she collapsed unconscious on
the bench.  No longer an intelligent journalist,
little Barbara had reduced the proud 21-year-old reporter
to merely a sweaty pink puddle of twitching nerves.

   Pleased that the nanny was finally out, Barbara
unfastened the woman's belt, then leaned forward and
pulled off her boots.  She placed all three items
underneath the bench.
   After giving the center of the still-twitching hips a
kiss, Barbara got off her lovely pink ride and went over
to the entrance.  She was met by a crowd of her cousins
who were already filing in.
   "She's ready now," said Barbara quietly.
   "We know," one of the eldest cousins softly said.  "We
were listening on the intercom.  Wow!  Really something,
isn't she?"
   "Let's go.  She wouldn't be out forever."
   They gathered around the unconscious Athena and began
pulling the tight material of the nanny suit down and
down, until it was completely off of her.  Barbara
climbed back on top the nude figure, while the other
girls (after giving the undressed woman looks filled with
longing and an occasional caress) returned to the
playroom, taking the soiled nanny suit with them.
   When the two were alone again, dipped her fingers deep
into the tight, hot passage of the sleeping nanny's still
twitching cunt and drew out copious amounts of the sweet
fluids she found there all.  She carefully spread the
love nectar over Athena's upper thighs and pelvis.  After
carefully licking her fingers, Barbara began rubbing her
hands up and down the sensitive ribs, while she licked
all over first one succulent breast and then another.
When Athena began to softly groan, Barbara concentrated
on the vulnerable nipples.  She would gently hold the
very erect nubs in her teeth, and use them to tease the
delightfully firm breast-flesh underneath.  She pulled
and shook the beautiful, vulnerable breasts until the 21-
year-old's eyelids finally fluttered open.

   As gasping Athena awoke to find little Barbara still
sucking contentedly on her weirdly glowing, swollen tits.
"Doesn't that kid ever have enough?" the dazed nanny
thought.
   She was surprised at the sudden change in the feel of
the bench, it was like she was not wearing anything at
all!  But Athena had only a brief time to wonder about
it, because she was soon distracted by the familiar
delicious fires spreading once more from her poor chest
down to her tummy and beyond.
  "Oh, no!" she thought in panic.  "We can't have that
again."
  "Honey?" Athena tentatively called out, even now still
not wanting to upset the poor child.  "Sweetheart?
It's...it's really time we got...AAAHHH!" the amazed nanny
cried helplessly as her chest suddenly burst into a
wondrous sexual fire.
   "My tits!" Athena babbled as her arms flapped
uselessly at her sides.  "Oh God, honey!  My tits!  What
are you doing to my tits?"
  Athena writhed uncontrolled over the bench as Barbara
now worked seriously on the perfect breasts and nipples.
She nibbled, she sucked, she squeezed, she tweaked, and
expertly drove the already dazed nanny out of her mind!
   No one had ever abused her proud chest in such a way
before!  The burning reporter didn't know what to do.  It
frightened her because what the young child was doing to
her felt so good!  "Oh, God!" Athena thought frantically
as she rapidly lost control to the maddening yet
fantastic sensations pouring through her highly aroused
body.  "What if nursing is suppose to be like this, and
the damn kid wants to do this all the time?  I'll never
make it!"
   Expertly driven to the limits of her endurance,
Athena's latest climax came so quickly this time it took
them both by surprise!  A astonished Barbara went flying
as a furiously bucking Athena once again twisted all over
the bench in uncontrollable ecstasy!
   Without Barbara, Athena's heaving chest felt
incredibly empty and she felt compelled to place her
hands lovingly upon her own jumping breasts, squeezing
them firmly as she endured the latest of these strange
sexual eruptions her body was going through today.
   When her powerful climax had reached its conclusion, a
breathless Athena guiltily removed her hands from her
chest and, finally noticing her missing passenger,
sheepishly looked around for the absent child.  She found
a grinning Barbara seated on the floor in the center of
the room.
   "Mommy!" Barbara cried happily. "I fall down!"
   "It's all right," a weary Athena said, her mind still
terribly clouded by little Barbara's actions on her
throbbing breasts.  "Mommy fell a little too."
  When she realized how the child must have arrived on
the floor, the still-winded nanny gasped, "Are you...are
you all right?"
   "Fun ride!" the little girl laughed as she stood up.
"Let's go again!"
  "Oh, no!" blurted Athena and she quickly dragged
herself up to a sitting position.  She would have
preferred standing, to put her proud breasts as far out
of the girl's reach as possible, but sitting was the best
she could manage at the moment.  She moved to pull her
suit back up and protect herself from this angel when she
noticed that she had no suit to pull up.  She was stark
naked!
   "EEEEK!!" she screamed in horror.  Athena immediately
leaned forward, and pressed her bare front tightly onto
her thighs, covering and holding herself in place with
her tightly wrapped arms.
   "My clothes!  My suit!  Where are my clothes?" she
demanded breathlessly, stunned at the loss of her
clothes.  She looked up and found the small child now
standing looking quizzically before her.
   "You wet yourself, silly.  You tell me wash-wash, get
stain out."
   "Oh, God!  I did?  I don't remember.  I must have,
though.  Oh, God.  I must have!  I'm so sorry for
yelling, Barbara.  Please forgive me.  It's been a very
strange day for me and I'm a little...tired."
   "Okay," Barbara chirped.  "Our secret.  I love you,
nanny."
   "Yes, honey.  You're very sweet and I love you, too.
It will be our little secret."
   With a sinking heart Athena felt a drying stickiness
between her bent-over torso and her thighs.  She decided
that she must have indeed wet herself somehow during her
strange interlude with little Barbara.  My God!  She had
wet herself!
   "Jesus.  What else can I fuck up today?" she muttered
disgustedly.
   "What?" asked Barbara.
   "Nothing, honey.  I need to wash now."

   When she was able to think clearly again, Athena felt
the shame thick upon her.  How could she have done such a
terrible, horrid thing?  She had lost control.  As if
that were not bad enough, she then must have stripped
herself completely.  She came, she wet, she stripped.
Right in front of this innocent!  She must be truly
insane, to have allowed these terrible things to happen.
Completely insane!
   She looked up at the concerned-looking Barbara
standing in front of her.
   "You sick?" asked the golden cherub.
   "No. I'm fine," lied Athena.  "I just had an...an
accident, that's all."
   "Yes, I know," giggled Barbara.  "You wet all over,"
she said again, pointing shyly at Athena's hips.
   "Yes, I know!" snapped Athena, then instantly
regretted her outburst after seeing the hurt look on the
face of the small child.
   Wearily, the reporter sat up and placed her bare feet
on the cold tile floor, taking care to cover her still
throbbing privates as much as possible.
   "Oh my God," Athena said softly to herself.  "Now what
am I supposed to do?"
   After waiting a few moments, Athena finally got off
the bench and, while always facing toward the smirking
Barbara, went crouching across the room.  Although it was
extremely difficult, she slowly backed into the small
shower stall and wedged herself inside the child-sized
room, keeping the small glass door partly open.  No way
was she staying undressed in the same place with that
little girl.  She was watching her every move so intently
it was scary.
   Athena knew what the trouble was.  She had humiliated
herself enough today and needed to be alone for a time,
thank you, and being undressed in front of a child was
not a thing to do in any event, especially this
particular child.  Her poor breasts were still tingling
from the going-over the girl had given her!  But Athena
had one thing remaining to accomplish before she could
nurse her private wounds of humiliation in secret.  She
waved through the partially opened door to the waiting
Barbara.
   "Barbara, I want you to go to the person who has my...my
suit and tell them to put it first in the clothes washer,
then the dryer.  They're both located under the long
counter by the sink.  The laundry soap is also there.
And to use only cold water.  Can you remember all of
that, honey?"
   "Sure, Athena.  I remember."
   The woman bridled a bit at this child calling her by
her first name, but decided that now was certainly not
the time to make an issue of it.
   "Thank you, Barbara.  Now, off you go.  Oh, and be
sure to bring it back to me when it's dry, okay?"
   "Okay," Barbara replied and she crawled through the
door to the play room armed with Athena's instructions.
   With a growing sense of despair, Athena could hear the
wild laughter from the other room shortly after Barbara's
exit.  It wasn't too difficult to figure out what all the
laughing was about, she thought bitterly.
   She closed the shower door and turned on the shower
just as full and hot as she could endure.  Anything to
drown out the terrible sounds of her own humiliation with
the children.  Anything to wash away her shame.

   An hour layer, it was a different woman who crawled
through the small door and faced the children.  Athena
Valentine, showered, combed, and wearing her freshly
laundered nanny suit once again, felt defeated, as if she
had badly failed some personal test.  While in the shower
she resolved not to blame the children, especially little
Barbara, for what had happened.  It wasn't their fault
she was such a slut!  She felt it best just to continue
as if nothing at all had happened.  She knew that she was
still in shock over what transpired, that she still
wasn't thinking clearly at all.  Even so, she was
obligated to at least finish out the day.  Later, much
later when she was alone, she would try and understand it
all.
   For the remainder of the day, however, it would be
business as usual, with smiles, games, and fun for all.

   It was not long at all when the children began to
touch her again, timidly at first, just a small hand here
and there pressing against one of the nanny's succulent
curves.  Athena still jumped a bit, but she no longer
really protested.  She would eventually brush a straying
hand from her as she would a bothersome fly, and that was
all.  It did not matter, because another would soon
replace it, and she did not really care any longer about
such things.  She had been touched so much already.  It
was as if the fight had gone out of her about such
things.  No longer did she seriously try to protect
herself from their childish attempts at touching her ripe
body, a fact quickly realized by the 'children'
themselves.

   After Athena ordered food for everyone from the
kitchen, she organized a new game, a contest.  She
divided the children into three groups and told them that
each group must devise their own game.  The other groups
would watch, and, after the third group was finished,
which ever group was voted the most original and fun game
would win.  Win what she wasn't sure, but she would worry
about that later.  "It should keep everyone busy and out
of my hair for a while," she thought.
   She soon noticed a change in the way the children were
Playing in their groups.  She was not only included in
every game, but in fact seemed to be the game's main
ingredient.  It was not a development that she had
counted on at all.
   Each game left her feeling a little more breathless, a
little more tingly.  She knew it was her own slutty
nature trying to get the best of her once again.  Here
she was, just playing kid's games for God's sake, and she
could feel a growing sense of erotic excitement within
her.  She resolved to ignore any such feelings she had
from now on.  Her body would not get the best of her
again, ever!
   The problem was, each of the games the children
devised seemed specifically designed for taking advantage
of her new quiescence.  It was as if they wanted to
encourage the building of sexual sensations within her.
   It all started innocently enough.  In fact, she was
surprised at how sneaky they were at getting her involved
with the first game, when all she wanted was to be left
alone.
   The first game was horsy.  Athena was in the kitchen
getting ready for the food she had ordered, when a member
of the first group took her by the hand and led her
protesting out to the play area.  She really had too much
to do but the child was adamant and was very annoyed that
there was a crisis so soon.
   She found the first group seated in a circle, and all
starring intently at a spot on the floor directly in the
center.  The child leading her took her into the circle's
center, at pointed to the ground.
   "Is there something there?" Athena asked as she looked
down at the perfectly clean carpet.  "I don't see any
thing."
   No one said a word, but they all were pointing now to
the center spot.
   "Was it a spill?" she wondered.  Sighing, Athena bent
over to get a closer look, but still could not see a
thing.  They all kept pointing, so she knelt down and
felt all around the area with her hands.  It was
perfectly dry.  "So what's the fuss all about?" she
thought.  Perhaps it was a contact lens, or a small
earring lost in the thick carpet.  Yet, try as she might,
Athena could not see or feel a thing out of the ordinary.
   "Oh!" she cried in surprise as someone strongly pushed
against her raised buttocks, knocking her forward.  She
blocked her fall with her hands, but was now resting on
her hands and knees.  She realized that this was hardly
the most dignified position for a nanny to be in, and
started to stand up.  Suddenly, she had a passenger.  A
small child was sitting on her back, keeping her on the
floor.
   "What the...?" said a very puzzled Athena.
   The group began shouting happily, "Horsy, horsy!"
   "Oh, no," moaned the tired nanny.  "Anything but
that!"
   She turned her head and saw the little girl on her
back looking so happy, she knew that she had to play
along, at least for a short time anyway.  Then, she would
strongly suggest that they find either a more willing
mount or start another game, one that did not include
her!
   Athena crawled about the room on all fours, and tried
to make it interesting for her rider with what she hoped
were appropriate horse sounds and movements. The little
girl rode with her small legs curled around Athena's
waist and used her wide pink plastic belt as a saddle.
She knew her unfettered breasts were swaying freely
beneath her and because of them she actually felt much
more like a stupid cow then a horse, but the child on her
back was obviously having the time of her life and that
made everything worth while.  She prayed that no one
would come in right now and see her scampering around the
floor like this.  Still, she kept her movements as low-
keyed as she possibly could, so that her breasts would be
as still as possible.  No point in giving these kids any
more of a show then they were already getting.
   After a final quick circuit of the play room, Athena
returned to the 'stable' to deposit her satisfied rider
and return to her work in the kitchen.  But there she
found a whole series of small happy riders who were
waiting to ride her.
   "Oh, no!" groaned Athena.   "I'll never be able to
quit now."  She worriedly checked the group carefully but
was relieved when she couldn't find little Barbara
anywhere.  At least this was one game that couldn't get
out of hand.
   It was the second child who grabbed her blonde hair in
two thick bunches and started using it as a set of reins,
guiding her left and right as needed with gentle tugs.
Athena found herself responding more and more easily to
the 'commands' of her riders.  It soon became obvious to
her that most if not all of these children had been
riding real horses for some time because of the practiced
ease with which most had in controlling her.  They were
not afraid in pulling on her hair quite sharply whenever
she wanted to go somewhere they did not, or digging their
heels sharply into her sides when she refused to move.
Her protests were always ignored and the only way she
could get them to stop was to go in the direction they
wanted.
   As she grew tired, the 'trainers' began to
occasionally pat her on her vulnerable buttocks to make
her go faster.  The pats soon became more frequent and
more forceful, until eventually the constant slapping had
her racing along the floor, her unencumbered breasts
inside her suit dancing painfully beneath her, as the
rider on her back directed her by harshly pulling on the
reins or digging her heels into the gasping Athena's
sides.
   She tried to be as quiet as she could, to show that
the children couldn't affect her, but she couldn't help
the astonished "Oh!" escape her lips whenever their hands
got too low in the excitement of the game and smacked her
vulnerable pussy by mistake.  Her bouncing breasts were
rubbing their tips against the tight material of her suit
so much the terribly distracted Athena was afraid her
nipples would burst into flame at any moment.
   So much was happening with her body that Athena never
realized how the children were actually training her.
She learned  to side-step, to back-up, and even to prance
regally on command.  Athena had been turned into a docile
show horse and, so focused was she on her over-stimulated
body, that she never knew it had happened.
   When the children all had their turns riding and
teaching her the basics, they led her, still on her hands
and knees, panting into the center of the room.  They
took off her belt, the ride being over after all, and in
true equestrian fashion they all began to rub her down.
   The reporter was worried at first, because her body
was so oddly stimulated by the game, but she soon relaxed
under the magic touch of her 'grooms'.
   The exhausted Athena was surprised to find that this
actually helped to quell the burning in her poor, abused
buttocks, as well as the stiffness in her muscles she had
gotten from all of that hands-and-knees crawling.
   Even so, the increasingly dazed 21-year old wasn't
very happy with the way the children always seemed to
focus on her private places, so prominently displayed by
her suit, whenever they had the chance.  For example,
there was no need for them to rub her so much between her
upper legs!  They kept going far too high and would
repeatedly press deliciously against her already tingling
sex.  And her breasts!  They seem fascinated with the
firm mounds and even firmer nipples.  By the time they
had finished with her chest rub Athena felt as if her
dangling breasts were swollen to twice their normal size.
   Except for the attention being paid to her privates,
the tired nanny was enjoying her rubdown.  Every muscle
received its due and surprisingly effective attention.
It was like one of those expensive massages she had heard
about.  Her skin felt like it should be glowing, the
rubdown was so good.
   In fact, it was becoming too good.  When Athena found
herself tilting her hips slightly to receive more of that
wonderful if unintentional touching between her legs, she
hung her head in disgust.  How could she use innocent
children like that, as the source of some secret pleasure
for herself?  What on earth was going on?
   "What's the matter with me today?" she muttered.  She
was absolutely disgusted with herself with what she had
just been doing.  What a slut!  How could she ever hope
to convince Mrs. Devereux what a fine, moral person she
was if she continued to do things which involved using
the children under her care for her own mysterious out-
of-control needs.  First it was little Barbara, and now
this.  "What in God's name is the matter with me?"

End of Chapter 3 of 4