Date: Fri, 20 Dec 2002 21:41:08 EST
From: LCDRJMC@aol.com
Subject: Nanny3: Part 11 of 14

Nanny3: Back to School 11/14 (Ff+/F, reluc) by LCDRJMC, Greatness and Jennatarp


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Part 11

*****

The three girls stood at the entrance to the dugout.

"She's got to still be in there."

"Anyone got a light?"

"No."

"Me neither."

"Where's a smoker when you need one?  Oh, hell.  Come on," said Tara and
she led the way down the stairs and into the dugout.

"Oh my God!  Can you smell it?"

"Guys are such pigs.  They'll go anywhere."

"Phew!  What a stink!  Let's get the hell out of here."

"Oh, no," muttered Tara.  "She's not getting away that easily.  That bitch
is down here and I want her."

"Listen.  There's someone moaning."

"It's coming from that far end."

"She's down here all right.  Stephanie, stay by the door, in case she tries
to make a break for it."

"Right."

"Come on, Trisha.  Let's do it."

"Can't see a damn thing."

"Don't be such a baby."

"I hate this.  Hey, the smell's getting stronger."

"Bingo!  I found her.  Out cold and...and (oops!) very naked."

"Thank God!  Now can we leave?"

"Hey, Stephie.  Come over here.  We need your help in getting her out."

"Coming."

"Oh, my God," said Trisha.  "It's her!  She's what stinks down here!  What
did they do to her?"

"Do you really want to know?  Find her clothes."

"Fat chance.  We barely found her."

"You're probably right.  Well, she always bragging about the bag she keeps
in her car.  You know, the one filled with clothes for the homeless, in
case she ever ran into any that were poorly dressed.  We'll get some from
there."

"But we have to clean her.  This is terrible."

"Thought I saw a hose and spigot under one of the field lights.  That will
do."

"How do we move her?"

"Okay, girls, now let's get organized.  She is stretched out on the floor
here by me.  Trisha, get her feet, and Stephie and I will get her
shoulders.  Now, lift!"

"OH GOD!" shouted Stephie.  "SHE'S ALL WET!!  SHE'S ALL WET
WITH...WITH...!"

"EWWWW!" screamed Trisha.

"Yes, yes.  I know. I know.  Just keep moving, the both of you, okay?"

"Oh God, Tara, do we have to do this?" Trisha asked.  "It's prom night for
Christ's sake!"

"We'll miss our appointments at the mall," observed Stephanie.  "Oh, God!
We'll miss our dates!"

Tara knew there was a need for some soothing words for her worried friends.
"There's plenty of time, okay?  And even if there isn't, considering the
gift we'll be bringing with us, we shall never be late for these
appointments.  And as long as our dates can get wasted they could care less
when we get there.  Now keep moving."

*****

What had she been doing?  Athena Valentine had no idea.  She remembered her
mouth filled with a wonderful warm dough, like the kind her mother used for
her home-made bread.  But that dough never tasted like this.  It had a
pleasant warm-wet sweetness to it that was hidden away on the inside, like
a prize.  The more she worked her tongue into the dough's interior, the
more the sweetness flowed.  It was wonderful!  Then something tremendous
happened, she was not sure what, but something occurred that made her
suddenly want to take a bite of that wonderful dough.

She bit into it, and, it oddly tasted faintly of copper before someone (her
mother?) pulled the dough from her mouth.  Her mother always hated it when
whenever she tried to eat dough raw like that.  Then she felt her mother
pour warm water all over her.  She had stretched like a cat as the heated
liquid ran sensually over her entire body, from her hair to her toes.  It
seemed to go on forever in a powerful stream, and was the most exciting
bath Athena could ever remember.

But that stopped too, and she was left alone in the dark to ponder on a
strange smell that was now in the air.  It was familiar, yet not one her
drifting mind could identify.

Now she was floating through the air and that too was wonderful.  What a
sensation!  Flying low over the ground swaying from side to side, and all
of it while being delightfully naked.  Her dreams had not been this good
since she left the employ of the formidable M. Deveroux.

Athena settled on the ground with a abrupt jolt and wondered eagerly what
she would dream of next.

*****

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!"

Athena's shriek echoed across the empty field.  She opened her eyes and sat
up, only to discover a forceful stream of icy water was focused between her
parted legs and directly upon her naked cunt!

"Tara, you devil!" Trisha said in admiration.

"WHAT ARE YOU DO...(glub-glub)!!" Athena tried to scream, but was cut-off
as the water stream shifted directly to her opened mouth!

To keep from drowning, Athena turned her head but the water continued to
pour onto her hair, then start to work its way down her shivering body!
She tried to stand, but she was weak as a kitten for some reason and her
rubbery legs refused to support her.  She collapsed back onto the ground
and began to slowly roll across the grass, but she could not escape the
terrible stream of water plying across her naked body!

After every inch of her had been blasted several times by cold water, it
suddenly stopped.  A bedraggled Athena looked up from the ground but could
not see her tormentors in the darkness.  Suddenly a voice rang out of the
surrounding silence which chilled her even more then the water had done.

"Okay girls, lets get the bitch on her feet," laughed Tara.

Hands grabbed her arms and the stunned Athena was lifted to her feet.

"Wha...what's g-g-going on?" she chattered weakly through frozen lips.
"W-w-w-what h-h-h-happened?"

"You need some warming up," observed Tara.  "I think a brisk jog back to
the car should do it."

"Cool!" said Stephanie.

"Oh, yeah!  This'll be great," agreed Trisha.

"W-w-w-what?" stammered Athena.

SMACK! Went Tara's right hand to Athena's perfect if somewhat sore behind.

"OW!" cried Athena as she rubbed her stinging bottom with both hands.  Her
head a little more focused from the sudden sting, she was able to protest,
"What are you doing?  Are you crazy?"

Tara raised her right hand above her head.  "Now, run," she hissed.

Athena immediately quailed and in wide-eyed terror took off running as fast
as she could into the darkness!

"Okay, girls.  Have your fun.  Just keep her headed towards the cars.  I'll
meet you there, in case she has any ideas about leaving her good friends
behind."

Her breasts bobbed obscenely and her buttocks shook as the terrified
reporter ran for her life!  Normally swift as the wind, Athena was shocked
to find herself quickly gasping for breath.  The day's abuse of her perfect
body had taken it's toll on her, and she was soon wheezing as the two girls
easily caught up and kept pace with her.

In a short time Athena knew she could not run any farther.  Already her
sides was starting to hurt.  It was like she never ran at all and was
terribly out of condition!  Unable to continue, she stopped and turned to
face her tormentors.

"Leave...me...alone!" Athena pleaded between desperate gasps for air.

"Oh, sure," mocked Stephanie as she smacked her on the left buttock.

"Ow!" bawled Athena rubbing her wounded flesh. "That's not fair!"

"Run!" commanded Trisha.

Athena quickly turned and started her weary run once again.

The girls on either side of the crying Athena keep her moving with
well-placed slaps to her heart-shaped quivering behind as they enjoyed the
uncontrolled bobbing of her firm high-set tits, guiding her towards the two
cars, and a very happy Tara.

Like two sheep dogs working their flock, the frantic reporter was easily
guided by Trisha and Stephanie, and went only where they wanted her to go.
The naked Athena Valentine was theirs to control!

The totally exhausted reporter finally was allowed to stop only when she
was directly in front of Tara.  Unable to face the victorious senior, she
could only look at her bare, dirt-covered feet as she held her aching
sides, while her chest heaved frantically for desperately needed oxygen.
Her firm breasts ached terribly from all of their bouncing around during
her forced run, and she felt very strongly the natural need to comfort them
in her hands, or at least support them with her arms, but with Tara so
close she dare not touch them.  She dare not cover herself either.  Not in
front of Tara!  Never in front of Tara.

Tara happily gave her arch rival a close look.  "What a mess!" she said
with a disdainful laugh.

Athena could only stand in gasping silence as her nemesis walked calmly
around her, casually observing every inch of her exposed flesh.  She was
very wet, very naked, and her hair had become a matted jumble.  Athena had
never felt more humiliated then standing out in the open like this.

"What...what do you want, Tara?" Athena finally managed to gulp out, still
looking at her feet.  "Why are you doing this?"

"Run took the chill off, didn't it?"

Athena was surprised to find the girl was correct.  She no longer felt the
cold at all.  "Yes, it did.  Thank you," she said, feeling a little
confused.  Why would Tara want to help her?

"Why are you here?" Athena asked again.

"Why?  Athena, I thought we had a date after school."

"Yeah!" chimed in Trisha.  "We're supposed to go to the mall and pick up
our prom stuff.  "Remember?"

"Yes, that's true," agreed Athena.  "But I...I can't go with you.  Not
now."

"Why ever not?" asked Tara.

"I'm...I'm..."

"You're what?"

Athena thought in despair, "Oh God!  Oh God!  They are going to make me say
it!"

'Yes?"

"I have...(sob). I have no clothes on."

"So?"

"I'm...I'm naked.  I can't go anywhere like this!"

"You sure about that?"

"Hey, I found an old towel in her car," said Stephanie.

"Give it to her."

Stephanie leaned briefly out of Athena's SUV, quickly winked at her, then
tossed Athena the towel.

"Thank you," Athena said gratefully as she clumsily caught the flying towel
then patted herself down with it while trying to keep her naked body
covered as much as possible.

Athena couldn't help thinking about Stephanie's unexpected gesture.  "That
was strange.  I wonder if she was trying to tell me something?"

"Find anything else?" asked Tara.

"Still looking," said Stephanie from inside the SUV.

"Good thing you never lock it, huh?  Hey, I didn't say you could cover
yourself with it."

"Sorry," Athena mumbled and dropped the now damp towel to the ground.

"Well, we can't stand around here all night.  Stephie, bring what clothes
you can find and we'll dress her on the way."

"Okay," responded Stephanie.

"Into the front seat, Miss Valentine," invited Tara.

"Please don't make me do this.  I'll...I'll do whatever you want, just
don't make me do this.  Please."

SMACK!!  "Now get in!" snapped Trisha as Athena again found her reluctance
rewarded by a firm, guiding smack on her naked behind.

"OW!" Athena cried as she scurried into the front passenger seat of Tara's
convertible while rubbing her sore bottom.

"What a wonderful evening," gushed Tara.  "I think we ought to put the top
down.  What do you think, girls?"

"It is lovely out tonight," giggled Trisha.

"Oh, yes, the top down by all means," observed Stephanie gleefully.

"NO!" shouted Athena when she finally realized what they were talking
about.  "You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh, baby," purred Tara.  "Want to bet?"

Horrified, Athena sunk to the floor, hiding under the dashboard as far as
she could, while the roof raised slowly above her and folded itself away in
the back of the car.

"You can't do this!  You can't!" she pleaded huddled on the floor.

"Sit in your seat this instant!  Or must we spank you further?" warned
Tara.

"Oh, no.  Not that again!  Please!"

"Well, then, bitch?"

"Okay, okay," mewed Athena piteously as she thought of her abused bottom.
She pulled herself up and gingerly settled herself into the seat.

"And quit covering yourself or I'll rip your tits off!"

Athena jerked her arms down to her sides.  Oh, God!  This was terrible.
She was completely exposed!  Completely!

"Will somebody give the bitch a brush and comb, I'm tired of sitting next
to this drowned rat."

Trisha gave her the required items and Athena automatically pulled down the
visor on her side of the car to access the attached mirror while she fixed
her once beautiful hair.  It was a terrible mess!  She put the brush into
the door pocket and started working the heavy blonde tresses with the comb.

"That's right.  Make yourself nice and pretty for the mall," sniggered
Tara.

"You...you can't be serious," Athena said as quietly and as calmly as she
could while she tried to comb out all of the knots in the rat's nest that
was once her perfect hair.  She realized that that any show of fear on her
part just seemed to encourage Tara all the more.  "I'll die.  Just take me
home.  Please.  You can do it.  I beg of you, please take me home."

"Don't worry, Athena," said Stephanie from the back seat.  "It will not be
that bad at all.  Trust us!"

"No, honey, you won't die, but you'll wish you had," muttered Tara to
herself.  "I'll see to that."

*****

The drive for Athena was a nightmare.  The girls argued constantly about
what she should wear, but no one ever gave her anything, and Tara had
forbidden her from covering herself.  Athena had finished with the comb but
was afraid to do anything else with her flying hair.  She could only sit
and take her cruel exposure, with her fists clenched and her arms pressed
tightly to her sides, while tears of humiliation flowed freely from her big
blue eyes.

The traffic lights and the stop signs were the worst.  Tara made a point of
carefully stopping at every opportunity, especially if there were street
lights, and Athena writhed in shame every time.

Athena hated this public display of herself, yet she could feel an
excitement within her that was becoming difficult to control.  Her nipples
had painfully stiffened from the rushing wind washing over her tender
swelling breasts, while a heavy dampness kept building in her crotch.  The
soft leather seat pressed caressingly against her oh-so-sensitive
unprotected sex and the sensation was starting to make her feel very
nervous.  She longed to press her thighs together to quench the familiar
fires building between them, but she dared not.  Who knows what the strange
Tara and her friends might do to her then?

"It must be the night air that's making me react this way," she thought.
"It must be!"

Finally, she could not stand the mortification any longer, watching the
faces of the astonished drivers and passengers of the passing cars and
trucks, as they looked directly at her perfect body so cruelly exposed, her
ears ringing with their disgusting comments, while her body meanwhile was
secretly beginning to betray her once again with its bizarre out-of-control
urges.

She had to think of something else.  She had to!  She must take her mind
off this terrible situation.  Athena found the brush in the side-pocket of
the door and started working on her flying golden hair.

As she fell into the natural rhythm of brushing, an amazing thing happened.
The world began to fade and Athena imagined she was back before her vanity
mirror in the safety of her comfortable bedroom.  The longer she brushed,
the more safe she felt.  Soon, her old feelings of confidence began to
return.

She began to remember how special she really was.  She was Athena
Valentine, a person of ability and character.  She was not like these other
girls (children, really) at all.  She was a grown woman of strong character
and seasoned intellect.  She had already embarked on her chosen career,
while these children, seniors who were poised for graduation, had not
thought past what they were going to buy on their next trip to the mall.

Without realizing it, Athena no longer cringed in her seat, but sat erect
and proud with her shoulders back.  The hated cries and leering cat-calls
from the passing cars faded from her burning ears.  All she could hear were
the constant inner reassurances of her own natural excellence.  She was
Athena Valentine, the Superior Woman, and nothing that these children did
to her (not even the frightening Tara) would change that.  Nothing!  She
was the one in control here, not they.

Finally her hair was done and so was she.  She tied it into a heavy knot
and felt ready to face the world once again.

"I want some clothes," Athena demanded quietly.

"What?" an unbelieving Tara asked.

Athena turned toward her with confident eyes.  "I demand something to
wear," Athena said even more forcefully than before.

"Oh, come on..." began Tara, but stopped in surprise when she saw that
Athena had regained much of her old composure.  The confused little girl
that Tara enjoyed seeing so much had been replaced by this coolly arrogant
woman.  The original Athena Valentine persona had returned and that was the
last thing Tara wanted to happen.

Tara spoke to her friends in the back, "Oh, girls.  Miss Priss wants
something to wear.  Help her out, will you?  Just don't make her too happy,
okay?"

"Okay, Tara.  We can do that."

"That was how to handle these girls," Athena thought with satisfaction.
"Just treat them like the children they are."

Suddenly, Athena was shocked to find herself on her back when her seat
collapsed flat.  She was grabbed by the arms and rudely dragged towards the
back!

"Hey! What are you doing?" she yelled at this outrageous treatment.

Trisha scooted over to the side and the naked Athena was tightly wedged
into the now empty space between her and Stephanie.

Tara looked at the empty bucket seat beside her and was amused to see a wet
streak running across the black leather.  "My," she said quietly, "looks
like Miss Priss is having a good time after all."

"I want my clothes," demanded Athena coldly as she looked at each girl in
turn beside her.  "The clothes you have in that bag.  And I want them now!"

Trisha and Stephanie had been looking through the large paper bag filled
with the old clothes they had found in Athena's SUV.  It was on Stephanie's
lap.

Without looking, Stephanie reached into the bag and a red blouse was tossed
high into the air.  The wind immediately caught it and the blouse vanished!

"NO!" cried Athena as she watched in dismay as the blouse disappeared into
the darkness behind the speeding convertible.

"You wanted what?" asked Stephanie as she reached into the bag once again.

"N-nothing!" stammered Athena.  "Nothing!  I don't want a thing.  Please,
oh, please don't throw anything else away."

"You wanted something, I'm sure of it," Stephanie said and a long black
skirt went flying out of the car.

"Oh! No!" cried Athena in despair as the only possible clothes she could
wear kept flying away.

"Well?" asked Stephanie, her right hand deep in the bag.

"I just want to be covered, that's all," sniffed Athena, "but Tara won't
let me!"

"She's mean sometimes," whispered Trisha into Athena's left ear.

"Yeah, a real bitch," whispered Stephanie in agreement.

"Yes, she is," gasped a nodding Athena, happy to find such unexpected
allies.

"You know, we were the ones who found you naked.  We didn't take your
clothes."

"We just couldn't find them," muttered a smiling Trisha.

"Quiet," whispered Stephanie with a wink.

"I know, I know," moaned Athena, unaware in her misery of how her undressed
and very vulnerable condition was going to be used by these girls for their
own special amusement.  She was saddened because she had made yet another
mistake.  How could she be so distrustful of her friends Trisha and
Stephanie?  Tara was the one who was against her, not these two, even if
they were Tara's friends.  It wasn't right that she had suspected them and
she had to make amends somehow.  As usual, it was all her fault.

Athena took a deep breath, then said, "I'm sorry.  It was...  It was
those...other two...those other two girls.  They took me someplace...dark."
Athena shuddered as she remembered what happened.  "They were the ones who
took my...my things, all of them!  They just took them!  It wasn't your
fault.  In fact you have been very kind."

"I know.  Look, tell you what, we can cover you," said Stephanie quietly.

"You...(sniff)...you can?  But...but what about...you-know-who?"

"If we do it, it's okay.  You're just sitting here.  That way, mean old
Tara can't say anything.  Okay, Trisha, you take North and I'll take
South," explained Stephanie.

"No!" complained Trisha.  "I wanted her..."

"Never mind!" cut in Stephanie.

"All right, all right," grumbled Trisha.  She wanted to play with the
unsuspecting Athena's cunt, but those perky golden tits bobbing slightly
from the car's movement did look very inviting at that.  "All right," she
said happily.  "What ever you say."

"Now look," Stephanie explained to the increasingly bewildered Athena.
"We'll just keep you covered like this."  She held her open hands hovering
close over Athena's shaven pussy.  "That way no one can see you."

"Right!" said Trisha.  "Like this." Her hands hovered close in front of
Athena's perfect high-set breasts.

"WHAT?!?!" gasped a shocked Athena as hands approached her exposed
privates.  "You can't do that!" she wailed as the hands moved closer to her
vulnerable nude body.  Her heart pounded as she tried to sink deeper into
the seat, but she knew there really was no where she could run in order to
escape this increasingly strange situation.  If only she hadn't lost her
clothes!

"Hey!  Control yourself!" ordered Stephanie.  "Do you want our help or
not?"

"Oh!  But I do want your help," lamented the confused reporter.  "And I
appreciate what you are trying to do, really I do.  Anything!  But not like
this.  It's silly.  And I'm still so exposed!"

"It's this or nothing!" said Stephanie firmly.  "Look, if you don't want
our help, just say so."

Athena bit her lower lip.  She was offending the only people she could
trust right now.  She felt ashamed at her ingratitude!  Besides, she hated
being so exposed to the leering eyes of those male pigs.  She had to cover
herself!

Athena smiled nervously at Stephanie and said, "Okay.  Okay.  Would you
please cover me?  I can't stand being naked like this!  And...and thank
you.  Thank you both for helping me.  I'm very grateful, really I am."

"It's the least we can do.  And don't get upset or anything if we happen to
touch you.  It's not easy staying like this, especially in a moving car."

"Yes, I understand," said a very grateful Athena.  Oh, it was great to be
with trusted friends again, even if it was such an unimaginable situation.
She looked down at the hands hovering protectively over her precious
privates, and shook her head in nervous disbelief.  Well, what else could
she do?

Her head was swimming from the tension of having those hands so close to
her naked body like that.  It was strange, but she could not stop her body
from trembling.  Her nipples felt very stiff in the night air and she
prayed that the girls would not notice her embarrassing condition.

Unable to take the strain any longer, Athena closed her eyes and weakly
laid her head back against the seat.

She jumped when a hand briefly touched the tip of her right breast and the
palm dragged across the terribly erect nipple.

"Sorry," she heard Trisha say quietly.  "We hit a bump."

"It's okay," muttered Athena through clenched teeth.  It was the only way
she could keep from screaming.  She was vaguely aware that the car ride had
been very smooth, but she was feeling so confused right now she would
probably miss anything.  She kept her eyes closed to help ease her sense of
humiliation.  Thank God she was with friends again, and not those two
terrible girls who tried to take advantage of her in that dark place.

But what a terrible situation, to find herself so dependent on these girls,
the best friends of her worst nightmare, Tara!

"Oops!  Sorry again," said Trisha as a hand slowly dragged across the firm
mound of her right breast.

"OH!" gasped a jerking Athena as her sensitive nipple sent an electric
charge through her entire body.  "Th-that's okay."

Trisha grinned at Stephanie and said soundlessly, "She's ready."

"Go for it," Stephanie said soundlessly in return.

Trisha began to tease Athena's vulnerable nipples.  She lightly touched the
left, and then the right, maintaining her pattern until the panting senior
no longer jumped when ever she was touched.

Satisfied, Trisha licked her right index finger and ran the wet surface
over the surface of Athena's bullet-like left nipple.

"Aahhh," Athena moaned at the delicate touch.  What was Trisha doing to
her?  It was driving her insane!  The car must be on a dirt road or
something the way Trisha kept touching her.

When she was sure the unaware Athena was completely distracted by Trisha's
assault on her nipples, Stephanie extended her long middle finger and ran
it lightly between Athena's slightly parted thighs, over the heated vulva.
She deftly parted the opening and was impressed by the copious flow vaginal
lubricant which came out.  Stephanie lovingly rubbed the girl-cum over
Athena's cunt, until the entire area was liberally covered and Athena's
sculptured thighs were moving slightly back and forth in agitation.  She
coated her fingers a final time, then happily licked the sweet tasting
juices from them.

"Spread your legs," Stephanie commanded.

"What?" a dazed Athena replied.  The sensations were getting worse.  Her
nipples were diamonds from all the touching they were receiving.  Her
breasts felt heavy and she was having trouble controlling her breathing.
She was also feeling an odd yet very pleasant itching between her legs.
She knew that her friend Stephanie would never touch her there of all
places, so she was probably just imagining it.  How could she react like
this to a simple drive, and especially in the presence of her two friends,
even if she was naked?

"Spread your legs.  My hands are getting tired and I want to be sure you
are completely covered."

"Oh, but...but..."

"Go on."

Athena shyly separated her knees a tiny bit.

"Farther."

"Oh," Athena cried in dismay as her legs moved a tiny bit more apart.

"Damn it, I said farther."

Athena sobbed once as her legs splayed apart, completely exposing her sex
to the two girls.  Oh, God!  How humiliating!

The car pulled into the mall's large underground parking lot and went over
to the isolated section always favored by the school's students.  It was
away from the mall entrance and always poorly lighted.  Tara pulled into an
empty slot and turned off the engine.  She was about to say something when
she turned around in her seat and saw what her friends were doing to the
bitch Athena Valentine.

"How perfect is this," Tara thought.  "But we need to share it."

She stood up and saw a group of seniors already with their prom finery
returning to their cars.  She got their attention by wildly waving her arms
and silently motioned for them to come quietly over to her.

"My arms are tired, Athena.  Just let me rest a moment," said Trisha
quietly.

"O-okay," stammered Athena.  She could understand how awkward it must be
for them to stay like that.  And they were doing it for her after all, so
the lest she could do was help out as much as Tara would let her.

Despite her resolve, a mortified, Athena wanted to fade into nothingness
when Trisha's hands firmly covered her bare breasts.  No just covering
them, but firmly holding them, her hands working the swollen mounds almost
as if she were kneading them.  "Oh God!" she thought.  "This is terrible!
Doesn't Trisha know what that does to me whenever someone holds my breasts
like that?  Especially when they're so sensitive like now!  That feels so
good!"

Soon a group of ten seniors were standing in stunned silence and staring
wide-eyed at the perfect Athena Valentine, naked.  Not only naked, but
seemingly perfectly content to be lewdly splayed over the back seat, making
no attempt to cover herself in any way in this public place.

Athena jumped once again when she felt a hand completely cover her shaven
crotch.

The girls stood amazed at the sight of the golden Athena Valentine, naked,
with Tara's gang right beside her, Stephanie openly cupping her bare pussy,
and Trisha played with Athena's tits, while Athena writhed nakedly over the
seat in obvious enjoyment.  They could not see how Stephanie slyly slipped
a long finger into the tight cunt, causing Athena to stiffen momentarily as
she moved it deep into the hot velvety wetness.

"There," said Stephanie with quiet satisfaction facing their audience.
"That's much better, isn't it, Athena?"

Athena felt herself melting!

Athena knew the girls were just trying to help her, but she couldn't
understand why they had to be so enthusiastic about keeping her covered?
It was driving her mad, all that touching!

All she wanted were a few clothes just to cover up with, that's all.  But
she had no clothes, none at all, because she stupidly lost them someplace,
she couldn't even remember where any more her mind was in such a fog.  It
was all so confusing.  She felt so excited she could not think at all!  Why
did her body have to keep betraying her like this?

"Isn't that better, Athena?" whispered Stephanie.

"Yes," Athena squeaked as she melted even more from what Stephanie was
stealthily doing inside of her pulsating vagina.

"You like our hands on you, don't you?"

"Don't you?"

"Yes!" Athena squeaked again when Trisha craftily pinched a nipple between
two fingers.

"You want us to touch you...here...and here...and here, don't you?"

"Don't you?"

"Y-yes!  Oh God!  Yes!!" cried Athena, frantic that the familiar unwanted
pressure was building deliciously in her once again, sweeping her away,
making her lose control.

Tara faced the surrounding seniors and gave them a knowing look.  They had
all given her grief for her Athena-Cam images.  They had all told her that
there was no way the perfect Athena Valentine, designer of the new student
behavior code and the most envied girl at school, would do anything like
that.  But the message which Tara was sending them now was unmistakable:
Athena Valentine was a total slut, and the Athena-Cam footage, which now
had a permanent spot on Tara's website, was real after all.

The cunning Tara observed the lovely faces of the surrounding seniors with
interest.  Some watched the scene with horror, but others watched the
defilement of Athena Valentine with a surprising amount of interest.  One
even had a small camera and was taking pictures.  Lovely!  She noted some
of the seniors had wonderfully flushed faces and made a note to invite
those girls to her home for a very private evening later on for a little
private fun with her friends.  For now though, she wondered how she could
use them to humiliate that bitch Athena even more.

Athena bucked and moaned as the assault on her body continued.  She had no
idea that the car had reached its destination and had been parked for some
time, had no idea of the fascinated audience surrounding them.  Athena no
longer had any idea what the girls were doing to her, only that they were
inadvertently teasing her traitorous body to yet another public
humiliation, another loss of control.  They were making her cum!  She could
feel it building, building within her.  She knew she would climax soon or
explode, unless she could get away from those innocent yet devastating
hands on her body.

"Not again!" Athena wailed in her clouded mind.  "Please, not again!"

She tried to escape the deadly touches, but she could not.  She was
trapped, trapped naked on the back seat between some well-meaning friends
who were driving her insane!  But it was her fault, not theirs!  They were
just trying to help.  She was the one who was weak!  Why couldn't she be
stronger in these situations?  But it was not just the touching that
bothered her.  Oh, no.  It was something else and, deep down, it disturbed
her.  The very fact of her helplessness, her total vulnerability to even
these innocent touches seemed in some strange way to excite her even more.

The girls outside the car watched amazed as Athena Valentine's shapely hips
bucked and jumped under Stephanie's stealthy hand manipulations while
Trisha continued her expert teasing of the succulent mounds of Athena's
firm breasts.

"Girls," called out Tara, but to her amusement not one of them noticed.
They were too engrossed in what was happening in the back seat.  Even the
ones who seemed the most indifferent or horrified to what was going on
could not tear their eyes away.

"Okay, Stephanie and Trisha.  We all know she wants you to, but leave her
alone for a moment."

"You sure?" asked a very flushed Stephanie.  "This is getting good!"

"Yeah!" agreed an equally flushed Trisha.

"Take a break, damn it!" ordered Tara firmly.  "And put her legs over the
side of the car."

"What?" asked Trisha.

"Just spin her around and put her legs over the side of the car."

"Why?" asked a suspicious Stephanie.  She was afraid that Tara was going to
hog Athena all to herself, now that the once-snooty senior was obviously
ready for anything.

"Just do it.  You'll see."

Tara looked over the still staring audience as they watched Trisha and
Stephanie twist the moaning Athena until she was lengthwise across the
seat, then lift her legs and pull her until her butt and the backs of her
thighs were flush against the left side of the interior, her knees draped
across the top and her shapely calves and feet now dangling outside of the
car.  "Oh, yes," Tara said quietly.  "That'll do nicely."

"Hey, girls!  Over here!" she tried again and was rewarded by nervous jerks
of the head as the embarrassed students looked towards her.

"Look, we have a problem with Athena here.  She doesn't believe us when we
tell her that she needs a shave before the prom tonight."

"A shave...?  But where could she need...Oh, my God!" one of the younger
girls gasped in shock when she realized where Trisha was pointing.

"What does...that have to do with us?" gasped a short blonde cutie.

The girl appeared indifferent, even a little embarrassed, yet Tara saw the
hidden desire in her glowing blue eyes and wondered briefly if she
shouldn't move her plans up on introducing these girls to the only love
that was truly worth while.  "Oh, honey," thought Tara.  "Would I love to
get into your pants tonight!"

But there was yet much to do, and their evening of fun with the bitch
Athena Valentine had barely begun.

Tara put her hands on her hips and scolded their audience.  "You know what
tonight means to everyone.  If her date sees her looking like some hairy
slut, it makes all of us look bad.  Is that what you want?"

Each girl had her own very special plans for tonight, and the thought of
someone, even the perfect Athena Valentine, ruining them was too much to
bear.  But what was the trouble with Miss Valentine, anyway?  Normally so
in control, yet all day today she had acted anything but that.  And now
this astonishing display in the parking garage of the mall!

But to ruin tonight of all nights!  Oh, no!

"W-what do you want us to do?" another girl asked.

"Nothing major.  I would like you all just to touch her, and let her know
that she needs to clean herself up."

"O-okay," the girl nearest Athena said.  Her right hand shot down between
Athena's thighs and shot back up again as soon as her extended index finger
touched something wet.  "Ah!" she cried aloud, then practically whispered,
"It's o-okay.  She's...she's f-fine!"

"What was that?" asked Tara.  "Come on, do it right."

"Do it, will you?" another girl called out.  "We haven't got all night."

"A-all right!  Don't rush me," the first girl muttered.  Her hand went back
between the upended thighs, slowly this time, feeling the silky texture of
the firm flesh.

The other girls watch fascinated as the hand moved gingerly over Athena's
cuntal plane.

"My God!" she said as she continued her inspection.  "She's so...so wet!  I
can't tell anything."

The girls gave each other knowing looks.  So, the looks said, the perfect
senior really was a slut after all.  They turned back to the naked Athena,
but saw that her only reaction to this very humiliating bit of news was a
faint smile as the girl continued her inspection.

"That's our little fuck-bunny," said a grinning Stephanie. "Always ready
for a little fun."

"But what about...?" reminded Trisha.

"Well... Oh my!  Oh My!  EWWWWW!  Stubble!  How gross!"

"C-can we go now?" asked the petite young blonde, as she made ready to pick
up her prom things she had carefully laid over the hood of the car.

"What's your name?"

"Cathy?" the blonde replied, not at all sure why this forceful girl would
be asking her that.

Tara looked seriously at the surrounding seniors.  "We have to be fair
about this.  I think you should all do it."  She looked directly at the
short delectable blonde and said, "You first, Cathy."

Tara stepped gracefully over the car door, stepped onto the garage floor,
and escorted the apprehensive blonde by the arm to a spot directly in front
of Athena's twitching right foot.  The slightest move would cause the girl
to straddle Athena's slightly kicking right leg between her own.

Without leaving her new toy, Tara opened the car door, so that the watching
girls could only see Cathy from the waist up, not to mention giving her
some space so that she could work properly.

Trisha and Stephanie watched expectantly from the shadows behind the car,
ready to assist at a moments notice if any of the girls made trouble, but
they seriously doubted there would be any.  They too had seen the signs of
keen interest and secret arousal in these cool seniors, and they wondered
just how many of these girls were truly aware about this part of their
sexuality.

Trapping Cathy against the car, she pressed herself fully against the
girl's back and enjoyed the feel of the supple body hidden underneath the
thin full-length cloth coat with its artificial fur trim.  Tara reached
around the narrow waist.  "Now, just do this," whispered Tara and she took
the girl's trembling hands in her own and forced them down onto the heated
crotch so blatantly exposed below.

"Oh!" cried the girl at her first contact with Athena Valentine's secret
flesh.

"Now just move your hands all over, like this," Tara purred as she dragged
the small hands over the streaming cunt.

It was not long before Tara released the captive hands, but the now
mesmerized blonde continued moving her hands by herself.

Tara reached around once again and, but gently this time, again took one of
the girl's hands in her own.  "Don't forget to check here," she whispered
and inserted the girl's right index finger deep into the hot wet cunt.

"Oohh," cooed Athena at the unexpected contact.

The girl turned to look at Tara in wonder.

"That's all right," explained Tara.  "She always does that.  Now carefully
move around in there, just to make sure you are not missing anything.  You
had better put in a few more fingers.  It will help."

"O-okay.  B-but...b-but...what am I looking for?" whispered the bewildered
girl as she obediently inserted two more fingers into the tight vagina and
then moved them against the walls slick with lubrication.

"Uhhh," Athena groaned helplessly.

"Keep going.  You'll find it," cooed Tara as she lightly bit the girl's
right earlobe.  She ducked down, pulled up the back of the girl's
unbuttoned coat and hid underneath.  Tara placed her hands firmly on the
skirt-covered hips.  She felt the thin material of the short skirt and the
tights underneath.  "Perfect," she said.  Tara began to push the
unsuspecting girl's crotch against the smooth hard narrow surface of
Athena's shin.

"OH!" the girl cried in surprise.  "What was that?"

"Don't worry.  It's nothing," purred Tara as she continued to move the
girl's hips against the jerking leg.  "Just keep going."

"But it's...it's...!"

"Just keep going."

Cathy's hands became more frantic in their movements as Tara kept bumping
against her.  She did not know what to do.  Athena's bouncing leg had
somehow gotten between hers and was pressing up against her skirt, touching
her right between her legs, directly on her most secret spot.  Her right
hand was actively if unknowingly fucking Athena with thrusts deep into the
hot velvety wetness while the left danced all around Athena's bouncing
hips.  She was supposed to be looking for something, but she had no idea as
to what 'it' might be.

"AH!  AH!  AH!  AH!" gasped Athena as the girl unknowingly started rubbing
Athena's clitoris.

"W-what's h-happening to her?" asked the girl when what she was really
wondering was, "What is happening to me?"

"Keep going.  You're doing fine."

Cathy never felt it when Tara took a moment to pull her skirt over her hips
and drop it to the garage floor.  She joyfully ran her hands freely over
the cute bouncing buttocks while still pushing the blonde's hips
rhythmically forward onto Athena's bouncing leg.

Without the protection of her skirt, the leg was sawing directly over the
unknowing Cathy's vulva.  Lost in a conflicting sea of astonishing
sensations, she could not understand what was happening to her.

The other girls looked at each other in wonder.  What was happening to
Cathy?  She was normally so quiet and reserved.  In the poor lighting they
could only see how involved she had become in feeling the golden Athena
Valentine's cunt!  They had no idea that Tara was seducing her from behind,
underneath her coat.

Tara pushed the blonde's shoulders and a surprised Cathy went, "Oof!" as
she was bent unceremoniously over the side of the car.  With Cathy's tights
around her ankles, Tara immediately placed her lips on the hairy slit now
available which was nestled so coyly between the smooth thighs.

"AH!  WAIT!  I!  CAN'T!  STOP!  AH!  AH!" yelled Cathy as unbelievable
sensations began to erupt from her strangely acting pussy as Tara gleefully
worked the unsuspecting girl's pulsating cunt.

Tara slipped in a few fingers into the well-lubricated passage and was soon
gratified to feel the girl's maidenhead.  "No wonder she tastes so good,"
thought Tara contentedly.  "It's nice to be first."

Cathy raised her head and cried out "AAAAAHHHH!!!" in stunned disbelief as
the first true orgasm of her life swept over her.  She looked at her
friends in astonishment before collapsing unconscious over the side of the
car, her right hand still thrust deeply into Athena's greedy hot cunt, her
coat concealing her semi-nudity!

The cunning senior lapped up the golden nectar from the virgin pussy until
she had her fill.  She reached up and pulled on the blonde's tube top,
working it past the flare of her hips and down her legs.  Poor Cathy was
now naked underneath her coat!

After pulling all of the fallen clothes off of Cathy's feet, along with her
shoes for good measure, Tara hid them in a pile behind the rear tire.  She
then stealthily crawled out from under the coat and, keeping low, moved to
the shadowy rear of the car before rising and walking back around to the
unconscious form of Cathy.

"What a wuss," Tara said as she looked down in contempt at the prostrate
form.  "Come on everyone, help us get Athena out of the car."

The other seniors came around and, while staying as far from the softly
moaning Cathy as possible.  They lifted Athena Valentine out of the
backseat and placed her nude twitching body across the hood.

Motioning Trisha aside, Tara muttered quietly, "We'll use her top and skirt
for Athena," as her eyes moved slightly toward the still form of Cathy.

"Right," said a grinning Trisha.

The cold metal slowly began to awaken Athena from her sexual delirium.
"Where...am... I?" she moaned.  "W-what's...going...on?"

"She still doesn't see the need for it," complained Tara.

"Well, I certainly wouldn't go with someone who looked shabby like that,"
chimed in Stephanie.

The other girls gasped in shock.  The meticulous Athena Valentine looking
shabby?  It just wasn't possible!

"Look, I'll prove it to everyone once and for all," said Tara.  Under her
breath she added, "And I'll show you all just how big a slut this bitch you
all look up to really is."

Tara grabbed Athena's right hand and placed it on her exposed sex and
cooed, "See, Athena?  Feel that?  Can you feel all the sticky stubble?"

Athena has no idea what was going on around her.  Groggy and unsure of
anything, she was only aware that Tara was trying to tell her something.
They were good friends once, so perhaps the senior was trying to make it up
to her.  But what was Tara trying so hard to tell her?  Tara was moving her
hand, so maybe she wanted her to feel something?

Athena obediently moved her dancing fingers between her legs over her own
prickly pubic mound.  The parking lot echoed with moving cars and laughing
people, yet the group surrounding Athena Valentine were deadly silent.  The
garage sounds were soon joined by Athena's subtle moans as she groped at
her own steaming vagina.

Tara looked at the seniors surrounding the hood.  "Help her, everyone.
Help her find the hair that needs removing."

The girls looked at each other nervously.  A simple trip to the mall had
turned into something they would be telling their disbelieving friends
about for years.  Finding the perfect Athena Valentine here naked and
acting like an complete slut in an open convertible?  Watching Cathy drive
herself to a climax just by touching Athena's sex?  And now, watching
Athena feel herself on the hood on a car?  Who would ever believe it?  Even
with the few pictures that Mary had taken earlier, it was still so unreal!

Their dislike of her was natural enough.  In her zeal for the perfect story
and to finally prove herself to her editor, Athena had for once allowed her
natural kindness and humility, her true warm friendly nature, to take a
back seat, and had acted coldly and deliberately towards those around her.
She had sacrificed all that she had believed in order to achieve her life's
goal.

Yes, Athena Valentine had snubbed them all at one time or another in her
rise to power, so they all owed her something.  Taken over positions on
teams and committees, replaced them in office jobs, replaced them as best
friends.  Maybe it was time for a little innocent payback.  Besides,
everyone was feeling just a little tingly right now and wanted to do
something, anything, to join in the fun.  And that perfect body of hers was
to die for!  And it's right here!  So inviting!  All we have to do is reach
out, that's all, just reach out and she's ours.  Okay, then.  What if we
did it together?  That would be all right, wouldn't it?  Yes, that's it!
We'll do it together.  And no one will ever know.

Nine pairs of hands reached out and began roaming, teasing, loving, the
helpless Athena Valentine.

"Yes, that's it," cooed Tara as she firmly held Athena's wrist.  "That's my
babies.  Look for those nasty little hairs" She looked back down at Athena
as she maintained her firm grip on Athena's right wrist over her sex.
"Feel that?  Feel how stubby it is?  Yuck!"

Athena, her mind awash with uncertainty and clouded by sudden exquisite
feelings as she cupped and squeezed her own pussy, was soon lost once again
in a strange world of excitement.  If she didn't know any better, she'd
swear that many hands were touching her at the same time.  Her body tingled
mightily with sensations, as though hundreds of tiny hands were stroking
her naked flesh and tantalizing her in the process.  She must be dreaming,
but what a wonderful dream she was having!  So real!  So breathtaking!
Athena's head rolled loosely from side to side as she automatically pulled
her feet together and splayed her knees lewdly apart as widely as she
could.  The grip on her wrist seemed to loosen and she rocked her hand
forward and back across her soaking wet labia.

Coos and groans filled the air as the group of teenage girls, exploring the
perfect body before them, watched the Superior Woman, that prissy little
bitch Athena Valentine, spread herself over the hood of a car in the mall
parking lot and happily rub herself in front of them!

But Tara wanted more.  She knew that her time had come to finish Athena
publicly once and for all!  She'd successfully stripped the likely Prom
Queen (a position which she should be getting tonight, not this new-comer)
and put her on display, first on her web site and now in front of these
other seniors to see and feel, but it was not enough.  She wanted to
subject the Princess Athena to some ultimate humiliation.  She ran her hand
over the back of Athena's and pushed down on Athena's middle finger,
causing it to insert into the sopping wet opening.

"Ooooohhhhh," Athena cooed as her middle finger rubbed over her clit and
sank deep inside her own pussy.  "Ooooohhh, w-what...h-happened?" slurred
the mesmerized reporter.

"Can you feel that?" purred a heated Tara.  "Can you feel that hair on your
palm?"

All Athena could feel was her flaming pussy driving her to the brink of yet
another humiliating public orgasm!  Her pussy!  Why was Tara always so
interested in her poor pussy?  It was fine!  But Tara had become such a
dominant figure in her life that Athena could deny her nothing.  She weakly
nodded and moaned an agreement.  Anything to stop the out-of-control fire
in her loins.

"You need to shave, okay, Athena?" Tara cooed in a trembling, excited tone.
This was even better then taking that blonde virgin Cathy.  One of her
greatest fantasies was unfolding right before her eyes and it was taking
all of her self-control not to start screaming with excitement.  Not only
was she having the prissy little bitch Athena finger-fuck herself in
public, but she was going to make the bitch shave her own pussy right here
in the parking lot of the mall, and in front of all of these seniors.

As Athena continued to rub herself and poke her middle finger into gooey
wet lips, her legs splayed far apart so everyone could get a good look at
what she was doing, the other girls continued to run their hands along her
sleek inner thighs, hips, abdomen, breasts and arms.  They pulled and
twisted at Athena's perfect nipples until she cried out in uncontrolled
ecstasy.

"Get the razor and shave cream from the shopping bag in my trunk," Tara
said to Trisha.

The girls continued their relentless assault until Trisha returned with a
cheerful, "Here you go", as she handed the items to Tara.

"Athena?" sweetly asked Tara to the delirious 22-year old as she carefully
inspected the razor.  "It's time, honey.  It's time for your shave.  Okay?"

Athena did not even understand the question, only that Tara once again
wanted something from her.  She could only moan her approval to whatever
Tara wanted.  She knew that whatever Tara had in store for her was probably
in her best interest anyway.  Tara was her friend again, wasn't she?

"You need a shave, Athena," Tara repeated.  She couldn't help herself.  It
was just too delicious for words!  "A shave.  Just like before at my house,
remember?  But this time you'll do it, you'll do it yourself.  And right
now!"

Completely dazed, Athena briefly thought she recognized a nasty change in
Tara's tone, but paid no attention to what it might mean.  Her body was so
close to a climax it was becoming painful, she just had to cum, she had to!

Tara shook the can of shaving cream and, as Athena continued her
self-fucking (now joined by her left hand squeezing and rubbing her cunt),
squirted the foaming gel onto the swollen mound.  "There.  Now, rub it in.
Yes, just like that.  Good girl!"

Athena barely felt the additional lubrication as she writhed and rocked her
hips to her own continuous genital manipulations.  Without even realizing
it, she spread the shaving cream all over her pussy.  Athena's body
screamed with heated passion as the terrible pressure continued to build
within her while the seniors' hands kept up their relentless stroking,
tugging, and pulling.  She could hardly breath as she neared ever closer to
the precipice of the climax she did not want but now had to have.

Tara knew the snobby slut with her "I'm better than you" attitude was
becoming frantic with the need for an orgasm.  She held Athena's right
wrist and pulled it away from Athena's cunt.  She placed the razor in it,
then called to the others, "Sit her up, girls.  She going to shave and she
needs to see what she is doing!"

Athena suddenly found herself looking down at her own crotch.  At least she
thought it was hers.  It was hard to tell, because everything between the
legs and below the tummy was covered by some weird foam.  It felt nice and
squishy on her fevered secret flesh but what was the stuff doing there of
all places?

Trisha and Stephanie stood close to Tara, admiring their handiwork.

"Speaking of seeing..." said Stephanie quietly.

"What!?!" whispered an exasperated Tara.  She was ready to start enjoying
her ultimate revenge and certainly didn't want any delays now.

"We need to clean off some of this stuff.  Her hands, too.  We don't want
any accidents."

"Why not?  You always want to pamper her," complained Tara.  "Oh, all
right.  Do we have any towels?"

Trisha shook her head.  "No.  We threw out the only one on the drive here."

"Damn.  Wait, no problem," whispered Tara.  "Tear up Cathy's tights and use
them.  She will not be needing them anymore tonight, anyway."

"Right," said a grinning Stephanie.

Tara stared at her victim in delight, the other seniors in varying stages
of shock and excitement.  All except Cathy of course, who was having the
strangest dream about being naked in the middle of the mall.

Trisha and Stephanie returned with the fresh rags they had made of Cathy's
tights, and they lovingly cleaned the excess soap from the still stupefied
Athena Valentine.

So close to her climax before everything stopped, the befuddled young woman
was in tears.  "What...happened?" she muttered.  "What...happened?"

A horn sounded sharply from the other side of the parking garage, and a
startled Athena stiffened.  One moment she was in the car and in the next
she was here, sitting naked on a warm metal platform, where ever here was.

"Come on, slut, shave yourself," ordered Tara.

It was Tara's moment of glory!  She had always known she was special, but
now feelings of her own invincibility flowed through her.  She hadn't felt
this powerful since before that bitch Athena Valentine first came to Lizzie
Borden High School and slowly took her place as the school's one and only
Queen.  Well, Queen Athena is dead, long live Queen Tara!  It was her turn
now.  Now!  Yes, now!

In front of these other seniors, her peers, she was about to restore her
rightful position. Taking the unsuspecting Cathy was just the opener, now
it was time for the main event.  It was, after all, HER school!  Ever since
she was a frosh, she had meticulously positioned herself to be the
undisputed leader at L. B. High.  Everything had been going Exactly as she
wished until little miss prissy bitch showed up and ruined everything for
her!  For months, all she could do was watch her life's work come to
nothing as Miss Wonderful with the Perfect Tan took control of the school.
Well, she was sick of it!  Sick!  And after today, everyone would know who
exactly was in charge here.

Tara was determined to reclaim her birthright.  She would humiliate this
snotty golden bitch with her perfect upright tits so badly she would never
show her face in this lousy town again.  For once and for all Tara would
show the world the she and she alone was running this school.

Her insides boiling with rejuvenated confidence, power and authority
flowing freely within her, a tingling sensation of uncontrollable arousal
at her new found glory, Tara sneered triumphantly at the hapless Athena.

"Shave it, bitch!  Shave that stinking cunt of yours, right now!" Tara
growled.

Athena sat with her legs splayed apart and feet together, looked down at
herself in dull amazement as her proud breasts heaved with a languishing
excitement.  She saw that nice squishy cream which still completely coated
her flaming pussy and in her right hand, a small something.  What was she
doing here?  What was going on?

Athena's eyes began to blink as her destroyed mind struggled to comprehend
the bizarre situation.  The ringing in her ears began to subside as she
slowly lifted her head and looked around her.  Puzzled and confused, Athena
saw the faces of several strange girls glaring back at her.  "Who are these
people, and why are they looking at me like that?" she asked herself.  She
wasn't at all sure, but they looked remarkably like the girls she knew at
school.

Once again Athena looked down at her crotch, and suddenly was filled with
fear!  "OH MY GOD!" she thought as an electric awareness flooded through
her.  "I'M NAKED!"

Fueled by fear and anxiety, Athena suddenly knew what was happening.  Her
situation was now crystal clear to the horrified reporter.  She was sitting
naked on the hood of Tara's car!  In public at the mall!  Seniors from
school all around her!  Naked, with her pussy covered in shaving cream and
a...a razor in her right hand!  A razor!!

"AAAAHHH!!!!" screamed Athena in terror at the sight of the razor.

She froze, unable to take her eyes from the object in her hand.  Oh, God!
What was she doing with a razor?  What was she doing naked and creamed like
this??  Her perfect breasts protruded like proud offerings as her back
arched with fear.

"I said SHAVE IT, BITCH!" yelled a now miffed Tara.  Fun though it was,
they didn't have all night for this.

"W-what?" mumbled a stunned Athena.  She could not possibly what her to do
that!

"Christ!  I said shave it," Tara said in a quieter but much more vicious
tone.

With the wide-eyed faces of the aroused and disgusted seniors staring on,
Athena began to panic.  "She can't be serious," she thought.

Realizing her predicament, Athena instinctively tried to cover her exposed
breasts with her left arm, but Tara's hard, "No!" made her place her arm at
her side.

"Don't even try it, slut," Tara growled.  "We all want to see you just as
you are."

"Yeah, we like to see you displayed all naked for us," snickered Trisha
meanly.

Athena next tried to close her knees, but several pairs of hands grabbed at
her legs and kept them apart.  She was beginning to tremble.  Athena did
not know what to do.  Why was Tara and the others doing this to her?  "I
thought you were my friends," she sniffed.

Athena felt tears fill her eyes as she looked around at the group of
seniors.  She could tell they were waiting for her reaction.  It had been
such a strange week, starting with the awful night at Tara's house to
getting her hair caught this morning (this morning!!) and everything that
followed.  If only her body would not betray her, but it did, it did.  She
was so tired, so worn, all she really wanted to do was sleep for a week.
And cum.  Her traitorous body was screaming for release from the insidious
pressure which had been building within her ever since she had been with
Tara.

Her taut stomach heaved and her eyes dropped like a whipped puppy's.
Something inside of her suddenly was no longer there.  Her shoulders
rounded and a tear fell from her cheek.  The drop landed on her large
breast and started a slow decent towards her nipple.  All eyes watched
fascinated as the lonely teardrop gradually make its way across Athena's
perfect golden breast flesh.

With the shimmering trail of the teardrop zigzagging its way towards her
bursting nipple, Athena's will to fight for the moment seemed to slip away.
Her knees relaxed against the pressure of the seniors' hands.

The surrounding girls sensed the magic moment, Tara most of all.  Athena
Valentine was beaten.  She must be!

Tara knew that she had finally won!

She took Athena by the wrist and guided the limp hand to a spot over the
coated pussy.  "I want you to shave yourself, Athena," she said
matter-of-factly.  "I want you to shave yourself for us all to see."

Athena blinked out a few more tears.  She know what she must do.  Tara, her
hated enemy, had her in her power once again.  She must do it.

Excited anticipation filled the air as the giddy group of seniors leaned in
to watch the perfect little queen shave her pussy on the hood of Tara's
car.

"You know I'm in control of you now, don't you Athena?" Tara asked in an
almost apologetic manner as Athena's hand began to move the razor slowly
over her precious secret flesh.  "Say it.  Tell everyone that I'm in
charge."

Athena slowly dragged the razor across her stubby pubic mound.  Stroke
after stroke, Athena Valentine, the Superior Woman, shaved her own pussy in
the parking lot of a mall as an eager crowd of teenage girls glared on in
excited disbelief.

Never before in her life had Athena ever experienced anything so
humiliating.  She did not even know just what was real anymore, and what
was not.  How things ever got to this point was beyond her understanding.

When Athena finally finished the terrible task, she could not look at
anyone in her shame and humiliation.  She could only stare at her own bare
pussy in hated wonder, because the shaving had driven her close to climax,
but not close enough.

"Here, whore," said Tara tossing her the last remains of Cathy's tights.
"Wipe yourself."

Delighted glances were exchanged from the excited seniors.  Most of them
hated the snobby bitch Athena, and with this most public of humiliations
had dropped in their eyes to a status lower then that of the youngest
freshman.  Backs arched with proud, re-inflated egos as the seniors felt
renewed.  Few of them had ever imagined themselves being on a equal plane
with the famous Athena Valentine, never mind being above her.  Now the
entire school was above the Perfect Little Miss Everything!

Athena wiped herself carefully, trying desperately not to make herself cum
as the rough fabric moved over her swollen mound, but her hand slipped over
her ready clit and she knew it was too late now for anything except to ride
the wondrous wave of pure pleasure that flooded her very being.

"AH!" she cried once, before falling backwards in a dead faint and
indenting the thin metal with her perfect form.

"You bitch!" yelled a furious Tara.  "That's my car!"

*****

Athena awoke to find herself alone and still naked on top of Tara's hood.
She stealthily looked around and watched in amazement as, a few cars away,
a short blonde girl staggered towards an isolated car, surrounded by the
other girls.  She turned around once and Athena saw with dull surprise that
the blonde was surely naked under her half-buttoned coat.

She felt something in her left hand and held it up.  It was a knit tube top
and miniskirt.  Sensing her chance, Athena Valentine slid off of the car
and thankfully wiggled into the clothes.  They were much too small for her,
but she had to have something and this was all there was available.  She
got the skirt up over her hips but could not secure the fastener.  She dare
not sit, or do any bending.

"Damn!" she said.  "Doesn't anything ever work out?"

The top was just as bad, the elastic fabric practically groaning under the
weight of her high-set breasts.

Oh, God!  Athena felt sick to her stomach.  She had a sudden feeling that
she was somehow ultimately responsible for that poor blonde's condition,
that these were her clothes.  But it was worse than that, she knew, much
worse.  She had somehow done it again.  She had humiliated herself with a
lewd public display of her terrible lack of self-control.  She was so
ashamed!  At least she was wearing clothes again, even if they were much
too small for her!  Her bulging tits hurt, the top was so tight, and her
skirt...!  Oh, my!  It was so small she could not even fasten it.  And so
short it barely reached her pussy!  My God!  She dare not sit or even bend,
especially not until she could find some undies.  Perhaps at the store they
could loan her some...

"Hey!"

Athena jumped at the harsh sound.  She turned to see Tara, Stephanie, and
Trisha swiftly walking back towards her.

Without thinking, Athena spun towards the mall and broke into a run!  She
must get away from these terrible young girls!  She headed across the
parking lot on her bare feet and quickly made her way towards the mall's
nearest entrance.

Her rubbing thighs were sending unwanted sparks of excitement all through
her body, but the very tight skirt allowed nothing else.  And her bouncing
breasts under the small top... Oh, my!  What a sight she must make!  But
she dare not stop or even slow until she was sure she was finally safe from
the terrible Tara!

Once inside the large, multi-level mall, Athena darted up and down stairs
and through stores, leaving crowds of astonished people behind her.  She
finally stopped for a badly needed breath in a tiny utility closet.  When
she was able to at last breathe more or less normally, Athena opened the
door slightly and chanced a look.  She could not believe it.  Tara and her
friends were nowhere to be found.  She was free!

Still, they might even now be looking for her.  She needed a more suitable
hiding place, one where she could clean herself up.  She fled across the
wide concourse, darting through startled shoppers as she looked for a safe
place to hide.  A familiar sign outside of a narrow corridor caused her to
quickly dart inside.  At the end of the short corridor were orange cones
and a sign which read "Ladies Room Closed for Cleaning".

"Yes," she thought.  "They'll never think of looking for me there."

The reporter stepped over the cones and pushed the swinging door inwards.
"Hello," she called softly.  "Is anyone here?"

Athena closed the door behind her and waited a moment, listening to the
silence.  "Perfect."

She walked across the wet floor and went into a stall along the far wall.
Athena quietly closed and locked the door, then listened once again, but
there was only the sound of her wildly beating heart in her ears.

Collapsing heavily on the stool, Athena fought desperately to keep her
composure.  "I am not afraid," she whispered. "I am not afraid.  I am
not...ACK!"

"FOOTPRINTS!?!" screeched a voice in agony as Athena jumped in shock.  "Who
the HELL left FUCKING FOOTPRINTS across my CLEAN FLOOR??"

BAM!  BAM!  BAM!

Athena jumped again as the woman pounded on the stall door.

"Okay, missy.  I know you're in there.  Get out!"

BAM!  BAM!  BAM!

"Stop!" pleaded Athena.  She couldn't leave now!  Tara and her friends
would be sure to find her.  She loosened her skirt and held it down around
her ankles, so the cleaning woman could see it.  With her panties gone, she
was naked below her top, but that could not be helped now.  "I'm...I'm
busy.  Can't you see?  I can't possibly leave now."

"Oh, is that so?"

Athena was shocked to see hands reach through the narrow opening under the
side wall from the stall on her left and grab her skirt!

"Oh!  Stop that!  Let go!" she cried as she fought to keep her skirt, but
it had already been pulled from her feet by the time she reacted.

She knelt on the floor, needless of her semi-nudity, and pulled desperately
on the small skirt, but it was already under the partition and she could
not keep a proper grip on it.  It slipped more and more from her fingers.

"Please!  Let go!"

Athena was surprised at how soapy and wet the floor was, even more so when
her knees began to slide apart!  She couldn't keep them together,
especially as the grip on her skirt caused her to bend her torso sharply to
the right.  Her position was becoming very uncomfortable, yet if she tried
to change she might lose her skirt to this crazy woman forever.

In her fight to keep her skirt, Athena never saw the hand which returned
from under the stall wall, and was rising on a slender forearm between her
parted knees.

"Oh!" Athena gasped in surprise as the struggling reporter felt something
touch her freshly shaven sex.  She looked down in horror and saw a hand
cupping her tingling pussy in an iron grip.

"Oh, no!  Where did that come from?" she wondered.

Three fingers entered deep into her ready vagina and began a steady rhythm
while Athena's mind melted.  Her skirt disappeared from her limp fingers as
she slumped weakly against the stall partition.  Tears filled her eyes as
she looked at her empty hand.  Oh, no!  It was happening again.  She was
losing her clothes again!

Pressed against the wall, she straightened her torso as much as she could,
her only way to keep herself as far from her ravisher as possible.  A
strange yet somehow familiar 'squish-squish' sound rang in her ears as the
hated magic coming from her poor abused pussy quickly dissolved all
thoughts of resistance.

Now what was she supposed to do?

"Ohhh," Athena groaned helplessly as the delicious sensations radiating
from her already merrily pulsating vagina swept through her.  "What are you
doing?"

Her knees slipped on the wet soapy floor, causing her thighs to part,
lowering her defenseless naked crotch further and further onto the deadly
hand below.  Athena was trapped, as trapped as a beautiful butterfly on a
pin in a display case.  Lower and lower she went, until she was almost to
the floor, the muscles of her strained inner thighs quivering under the
strain.  Athena's hands fluttered uselessly on the stall's cold metal wall.
There was nothing for her to hold on to.  All of the fixtures were on the
other side of the stall.  Was there nothing she could do to save herself
from these exquisite sensations penetrating to her very soul?

The dazed Athena was so distracted that she failed to notice when a second
hand reached from under the stall and fiercely gripped the bottom of her
tube top.  She only noticed something was wrong with her top when her
breasts suddenly stopped hurting from their tight confinement while at the
same time her stiffening nipples felt very cold.

OH NO!  Her Top!  Her only top!  It was coming off too!

"EEEEEKKKKK!!" she screamed and desperately pushed herself away from the
wall but she over-balanced and fell backwards, narrowly missing the commode
beside her.  Her head bounced once on the wet tiled floor before coming to
rest.

"Aahhhhh," Athena moaned helplessly as the old woman easily pulled her
semi-conscious body across the wet floor and under the stall wall.

"MMMmmmm.  Yummy," gloated the woman as she happily licked her fingers and
looked over her half-naked golden prize.  "But that top has got to go," she
muttered.

She reached into one of her many uniform pockets and pulled out a box
cutter.  Extracting the blade, she carefully cut the elastic fabric down
Athena's front, until the now useless top was completely opened and on the
floor.

The woman wrapped Athena's skirt in the remains of her top and scuttled
quickly over to the tall white waste paper receptacle.  She planted the
bundle deep under the soggy paper towels and returned to kneel beside the
still dazed reporter.

"Uhhhh," Athena moaned as knowledgeable hands kneaded her rising breasts.
"Nice..."  She could not help but arch her back and shoulders to thrust her
sensitive tits more fully into those wonderful hands.

"Oh, honey!" the old woman sighed happily as her weak blue eyes filled with
tears of joy.  "How beautiful you are!"

Pleased by the young woman's eager response, Martha eagerly moved to the
next stage of her seduction.  She placed one arm under Athena's shoulders
and another under her knees.  With a quick lift, she seated her groggy
victim with a wet 'plop' on the closed lid of the commode and leaned her
head on top of the holding tank.

"Phew," she muttered, wiping the sudden sweat from her brow and then
flexing her strained arms.  "Getting too old for this."

Martha easily spread Athena's legs and closely inspected the girl's
revealed sex.  She saw the clearly swollen labia, heavily coated with
vaginal fluid glistening in the harsh light, the delicate surrounding
hairless flesh looking slightly pink and covered with spots of scented gel.
"Honey, you've been busy," she said.

The old woman went over to the cart with her cleaning supplies and found a
small unused towel.  At one of the sinks, she ran hot water over the towel
until it was completely soaked, then twisted it until a good deal of the
water had been removed.

She want back to her latest conquest, knelt between the wide-spread legs
and tenderly pressed the hot towel directly over Athena's defenseless sex.

"Ooooohhhhhh," moaned Athena as she jerked awake.  Now what was happening?
She was close to cumming and could not understand why.  What was happening
to her?

Martha carefully rubbed the towel over the secret flesh and the dazed
Athena shuddered as the terrible pressure thundered through her ready body.

"Oh God!" she thought frantically.  "I almost came!"  She opened her eyes
and saw with horror a small old figure in a cleaning uniform between her
legs.  A sweet round face surrounded by an unruly mop of gray hair smiled
up at her.

"Wha...wha...wha..."

"It's all right, honey.  I've got you now," Martha said lovingly and moved
the towel again.

"AAHHH!" shouted a jerking Athena as her vagina suddenly convulsed!  The
climax ripped through her, but she never had a chance to recover and escape
because it was quickly followed by another and another and another!

When the wild avalanche of sensations finally stopped, Athena Valentine was
left trembling and weak.  She could only look down helplessly when the old
woman removed the towel and placed her face close to Athena's throbbing
sex.

Martha looked up and murmured, "Now comes the fun part."  Holding onto
Athena's wet butt cheeks, she began to lick the length of the reporter's
wet pussy.

"Ooohhhhhh," moaned Athena weakly in protest as the heavenly sensations
melted her very soul.  "You...  You...shouldn't..."

"Just relax, honey, and Aunt Martha will take good care of you."

"Oh!  But...but..."

"Go on, honey" the comforting voice said.  "Just close your eyes."

Athena obediently closed her eyes and let the wonderful sensations flow
through her. A series of small orgasms began to erupt through a shocked
Athena, surprised that she had anything left to give.  She slipped in and
out of consciousness but the expert loving of her poor cunt never stopped.

"Uuuuhhhh," helplessly groaned Athena.  In her brief lucid moments she knew
that something within her had gone terribly wrong.  She was no longer the
cultured college graduate on an important assignment.  She was no longer
Athena Valentine, the Superior Woman, envied Queen of Elisabeth Borden High
School.  Instead, she had been reduced to something else.  She had become
only a hungry sweating animal, intent on her own selfish gratification!

Athena reached out and placed her hands behind the old woman's head,
pulling it tightly into her steaming crotch!

Martha's tongue was soon dipping deeply into Athena's softly spasming cunt,
lapping up the golden nectar it found there.  So sweet!  So sweet!  This
was the best she had ever had.  Wonderful!

Athena could finally take the magic any longer.  A monstrous orgasm took
possession of her.  The blood rushed to her wildly pulsating vagina and the
hot girl-cum gushed from her and onto the happy face of her seducer!

"Yes!" she screamed as the magnificent climax shook her to her foundations.
"Yes!  Yes!!  YES!!!!  AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!"

Athena Valentine slumped unconscious on the commode.

Martha stayed, lapping up the wondrous fluids until they were no more.  She
stood and gave a final loving glance to the nude figure crumpled on the
toilet seat.  "Thank you," she said.  She longed to stay, but there was
cleaning to be done.  She had to finish this restroom, then others, many
others.  So much to do, and yet, today would not hurt as most days now did.
No, working today would not hurt at all.

With a gentle smile on her face, Martha cleaned herself, then completed her
many duties in the restroom without giving the unconscious golden woman
doubled over on her porcelain throne so much as a glance.  When she was
finished, Martha quietly left the restroom, but, as was her habit when she
was very preoccupied, mistakenly locked the only entrance to the restroom
behind her.

*****

End of Part 11