Athena ran from her room, with Danielle right behind her, only to stop suddenly just outside the door. Her normally 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 equiped.

"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/VCR/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 building. 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 her belt, Danielle strode 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'.

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 was going to call this part of her exposé '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 on 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 get interested in the way her body bulged so visibly in her revealing nanny suit. They were always trying to touch her breasts or behind. 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. Seeing her reflection in a mirror, she was well aware that she looked like the start of a damned anatomy lesson.

Besides, she was 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 feeling 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, the suckling child still 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 coming too?" she asked.

"Yes, honey. I'll be right behind you."

Lying on her stomach, the nanny brought 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 rest room.

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 and, reluctantly reaching behind her, unfastened the clasp at the base of her neck and pulled down the zipper about a third of the way.

After thinking a moment, she pulled the material of the suit down so that both of her breasts were completely uncovered. "Not sure which one she'll want," she told herself. Noticing her arms were now very restricted in their movements, she pulled them out the sleeves for good measure.

Feeling very sheepish, she covered her naked breasts with one arm and shyly gestured for Barbara to join her with the other. The little girl gleefully ran over and leapt into 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. I'm just the nanny."

"Mama!" cried Barbara again before she filled her mouth with Athena'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 worked on Athena's right breast, the woman settled in for a long stay. "I wonder how long this is going to last?" she thought. She 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 jerking herself awake whenever she went to sleep and her head fell forward. When she felt the small, firm hands on her bare shoulders she willingly followed their directions and laid down on the bench.

She drowsily murmured, "All right, baby. Just a little nap, then we have to get back."

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 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 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 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 she couldn't see a thing.

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 her from the effort, she tried intently to think of anything else, 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 innocent child! She had to stop this, before it was too late and she humiliated herself forever.

"Uh, Barbara," she gasped with a quiet intensity, still trying to remain calm and not frighten this tender little girl 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 mischievously pinched the erect tissue again, and Athena wend mad!

"NO!!!" she screamed as her long-fought orgasm took the unsuspecting woman by storm, her body wildly twitching and jumping. The laughing Barbara was able to stay on only by quickly locking her legs about Athena's narrow waist and riding the frenzied nanny like a bucking horse.

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? And right in front of a child, yet?

She looked at the concerned-looking Barbara and said quietly, "Please get off."

The child immediately complied. "Are you all right?" she asked, standing alongside the bench.

"Yes. I'm fine," lied Athena. "I just had an...an accident, that's all."

"Yes, I know," giggled Barbara. "You wet yourself," she said, pointing shyly at Athena's crotch.

Wearily, the reporter sat up and put her feet on the floor. Taking a deep breath, she then looked down at herself and died. A large area between her legs was sopping wet with her secretions. It was much darker then the surrounding area and very, very noticeable.

"Oh my God," Athena said softly to herself. "Now what am I supposed to do?"

She finally got off the bench and crawled across the room and into the small shower stall. She removed her soiled nanny suit and handed the rolled-up garment through the partially opened doors to the waiting Barbara.

"Barbara, I want you to give this to one of the older girls and tell them to first put it in the clothes washer, then the dryer. They're both located under the counter by the sink. Can you remember all of that, honey?"

"Sure, Athena. I can 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, OK?"

"OK," Barbara replied as she crawled through the door carrying Athena's nanny suit.

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 humiliation. Anything to wash away her shame.

An hour layer, it was a different woman who faced the children. Athena, showered 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 happened, that she wasn't thinking clearly at all. Still, 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.

The children began to touch her again, timidly, a small hand here and there. Athena still jumped a bit, but she no longer protested. It was as if the fight had gone out of her about such things. No longer did she try and protect herself from their childish attempts of touching her, a fact quickly realized by the 'children' themselves.

After Athena ordered food for everyone from the kitchen, she organized a new series of games. She divided the children into three groups and told them that each group devise their own game. "That should keep everyone busy and out of trouble for a while," she thought.

She soon noticed a change in the way the children were playing. She was not only included in every game, but in fact seemed to be the game's main ingredient.

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.

The games all started innocently enough.

She played horsy, crawling slowly around the floor on all fours, with a small happy rider who would use her belt as a saddle, riding on her back. Then the "trainers" began to occasionally slap her vulnerable buttocks to make her go faster. The slaps became more and more frequent, until soon they had her racing along the floor, her unencumbered breasts dancing painfully beneath her, as the rider on her back directed her by using Athena's hair for the reins. 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 "OOoohh!" escape her lips whenever their hands got too low in the excitement of the game and smacked her vulnerable pussy by mistake.

When the children of the group had all had their turns riding her, 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. Athena was surprised to find that this actually helped to quell the burning in her poor, abused buttocks.

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 legs at all!

When they felt she was ready, they led the shattered woman over to the next group. Athena did not notice that her belt had never been returned to her.

Now she played "foreign car dealership". She was again on all fours, but this time was supposed to be a car in need of repairs. The children played irate owners and fumbling mechanics. She learned to her dismay that they would be checking her all over for strange noises, loose parts, and any other ills they had heard their parents complain about over the years.

She prayed it wouldn't happen but, sure enough, a few children soon slid under her and began checking her still tender breasts. They also unzipped her suit, so that they could "check under the hood", but she finally drew the line when she felt her suit start to slip off of her shoulders. She briefly sat up and re-zipped it before getting back down again on all fours.

Finally the game was over and Athena the Car was pronounced to be ready for the road. Sometime during the game she must have lost her boots, because she noticed her feet were bare when the children led her to the next group.

For her this was the worst game of all. Able to stand at last, they walked her, disheveled and gasping, over to where the group was playing. She just stood there, with no one saying a word. She was becoming grateful for this opportunity to recover, when she heard a screamed, "Tickle Attack!"

"Oh, no!" she pleaded as she was mobbed by five laughing children. Unable to protect herself in time, she went down before the giggling onslaught. Everyone piled on top of her and quickly tickled her into a state of helplessness. It was over very quickly, with Athena having to plead for mercy from her clever assailants at the end, her sides were hurting so much from all the laughter.

What Athena didn't realize was that the little ones had used this opportunity to truly assault her vulnerable and prominently displayed erotic zones. Although lasting for only a moment, for the 'children' it was time enough. Athena, lying on the carpeted floor, open and helpless before their cunning hands and educated digits, was powerless to defend her vulnerable body. Swiftly she was fondled, stroked, tweaked, and fingered.

Although this last game was thankfully brief, for Athena it was enough. By the time the last group had finished with her, she was in an alarming state. Her heart was racing under her heaving chest. She could not steady her breathing at all. She could feel her nipples, surprising tender, were almost bursting through the thin material of her suit. Athena knew that her vaginal fluids were flowing, and could only pray that she hadn't started leaking again.

She had been unknowingly stimulated without respite almost to the point of madness all afternoon. She was physically worn out, emotionally spent, yet so sexually primed that the slightest bit of stimulation applied to her now would most surely push her over the edge.

All Athena could think of was finding a quiet spot and to try a get a grip on her shattered nerves. She could feel her vaginal fluids heavy within her and dully hoped that they would not soak her suit once again until she could calm herself down out of this strange sexual high she was in at the moment. Her breasts were incredibly tender, the nipples even more so.

She left the last group and staggered over to the center of the room. Athena sat cross-legged on the thick carpet, feeling completely dazed and exhausted. The children seated themselves all around her in a tight circle. The ones in front saw her unseeing eyes and heaving breasts, with the erect nipples almost piercing their way through the fabric of her suit. The children in front gave knowing looks to those sitting behind their befuddled nanny. Athena stiffened when she felt the zipper to her suit being slowly lowered down her back once again, but this time she did nothing. She would fix it in a moment. Right now she desperately needed to rest and get her breath back.

The 'children' had been waiting for this moment all afternoon. Everything that they had done to their nanny before this was only to prepare her for this one sublime moment, the time of her final and most public submission to their collective wills. Athena Valentine was at last theirs for the taking, and they knew it.

The zipper was half-way down Athena's erect back when the door opened and a young maid came in, carrying a tray loaded with flat boxes. She looked with startled eyes at the pink-clad Athena surrounded by children, all sitting Indian-style on the floor. "How sweet. Must be story time," she thought. "Must be a really good story, too," she wondered, after looking closer at Athena, "because it sure looks like that out-of-breath nanny just wet herself."

The maid was also disconcerted by the way the children were all looking at her with strangely hostile eyes, as if she had just interrupted something important.

Anxious to be out of there as soon as possible, she blurted to the dazed Athena, "Here are the pizzas you wanted." Getting no response, she tried again. "Where, ah, where do you want me to put them?" she asked the panting, glassy-eyed woman in pink.

When Athena continued to be silent, one of the older children finally got up and went over to the girl still standing by the door.

"I'm Peggy."

"Hello, Peggy. Ah, where would your sitter like these?"

"Put them in the kitchenette, please."

"Thanks." Lowering her voice, the maid added, "Is anything the matter with her?"

"Flu," the child answered.

"Oh."

"We're taking care of her."

"Ooohh. That's so cute," the maid gushed.

Keeping as far away as possible from where the distressed Athena was sitting, the maid took the boxes into the kitchenette.

When she returned, she asked the still standing Peggy, "Do you need any help?"

"No thank you. We have everything we need."

"Well, Okay, then. Bye."

In the interval of the maid's visit, Athena felt recovered enough to try and take charge of her unruly children once again.

She unsteadily got to her feet, and wearily pulled her zipper up. She didn't she pull the zipper all the way to the top, nor did she fasten the small clasp located at the top. It was a difficult reach for her at the best of times and she was feeling much too tired and sore to bother with it. She certainly wasn't going to ask any of the children for help, considering the odd way they had been behaving lately.

"Okay, children. Play time is over. It's time for us to eat."

Masking their colossal disappointment at this turn of events, the 'children' all responded with practiced cries of joy and made a dash for the food.

After making sure that everyone had napkins and something to drink, Athena looked around for a place to be alone for a time. She thought of going to her suite down the hall, but then she would be too far away in case anything happened. The only alternative was the kid's rest room.

She walked over to the entrance and looked with loathing at the small rubber door located at the base of the wall. "Damn," she muttered quietly, and got down on the floor.

"Ow!" she cried as her painfully swollen and tender breasts came into contact with the floor. Sighing, she rolled over and, on her back, began inching her way head- first into the narrow opening with her arms at her sides.

Careless in her fatigue, her shoulders became tightly wedged in the small opening, leaving her head in the empty rest room and the rest of her on the other side of the wall.

"That's just fucking great!" she cried bitterly as she struggled frantically to free herself. But, try as she might, she was hopelessly trapped!

Swallowing her pride, Athena shouted as loudly as she could, "Help! Children, help me! I'm stuck!!"

Within a short time, she could thankfully hear their laughing voices on the other side of the wall.

"What's wrong, Athena?" they chorused.

"I'm stuck, children."

"Should we get some help?"

"NO! Under no circumstances are you to get anyone. If you can help to pull me out, everything will be just fine."

"Are you really stuck?" one asked politely.

"Yes, honey. I'm afraid so."

"TICKLE ATTACK!" Athena heard a sweet young voice scream.

"NO! DON'T YOU DARE..." Athena's protests turned into uncontrollable laughter, her lower arms waving uselessly, as the children went to work on her defenseless body.

While some were on her sensitive ribs and feet, others with a different game in mind started on her breasts and pouting labia.

Athena's quivering body jumped and twisted, but she couldn't shake off her tormentors. She felt the children's hands all over her vulnerable body, and there was nothing she could do about it.

As abruptly as the tickle attack began, it ended.

"Thank God!" Athena panted as she tried to get her breath back.

She was plotting her retribution when she felt a strange pressure on her crotch, just before she unexpectedly climaxed.

Shocked, she screamed, "OH NO!" as her vagina began sending uncontrollable convulsions all through her tortured being! Her body bucked wildly, sending children flying through the air like confetti.

In the center of the storm, Athena felt the pressure on her crotch return and she climaxed again!

In her emotional turmoil, she was dimly aware of her cuntal fluids being pumped by her strongly pulsating vagina into the sopping crotch of her nanny suit.

As the effects of her mighty orgasms started to fade, Athena was slowly able to take stock of her humiliating situation. "Oooooh," she moaned in her despair. "They'll see, they'll see."

She felt like such a slut! After playing closely with innocent children for the first time as a nanny, her body had gone off like a rocket. What was wrong with her?

Athena lay listlessly for a long time, overcome with shame at her body's uncontrolled behavior. She gradually became aware of strong tugging on her suit that was happening all over her body.

"The children!" she said weakly. The children were trying to rescue her.

"Thank you, children! Thank you!" she gratefully gasped. "Now, pull together, children, so I can get the hel'... get out of here."

It soon became obvious to the trapped reporter that the children were intent on doing it their own way, and were ignoring her advise completely.

The perplexed Athena began to feel something else happening to her. Her zipper was opening under the effects of the children's efforts, while the now loosened elastic material of her suit was starting to slowly slide off of her shoulders!

"ON NO! Please, God, not that!" she prayed. The material continued to slide.

"Children!" she desperately called. "Don't hold my clothes, OK? Hold my hands and pull on those."

She held up her open hands as much as she could, but nothing changed. The children in their noisy enthusiasm continued to ignore her, regardless of how much she called out to them.

The material continued its slow journey downward. Athena began to truly panic when it reached the tops of her breasts.

"Please, children!" the frantic Athena pleaded. "You must stop now! Stop and go for help. Find a grownup, find anyone! It doesn't matter! Just stop what you are doing, please!"

But they didn't stop. The children easily sat on her defending hands and continued to pull on the tight garment. Athena thought of kicking with her legs but was afraid of hurting one of the children. So she could do nothing except loudly protest what was going on.

When her terribly erect nipples were finally exposed, Athena heard cries of wonder from the other room and started weeping uncontrollably. By the time the children had worked the material down to her waist, Athena had become emotionally spent. The day had just become too much for her to endure any longer. She was too tired to do anything now except lie there. She couldn't even cry anymore.

Yet she was still startled when she felt small mouths start to suck and lick on her swollen, exposed breasts. Unable to do anything about it, Athena could only pray that would soon tire of this game before her out-of- control body erupted shamefully once again.

Others joint them on the increasingly exposed areas of her body, licking and kissing the supple flesh of her abdomen. When her pubic area was exposed, she heard a delighted gasp from the other room, and immediately felt hands and mouths all over her pubic triangle, delightfully playing with her lush growth of pubic hair, playfully investigating the wonders of her now exposed womanhood.

Athena laughed insanely at the thought. Here she was, the keen, new investigative reporter who was now herself being thoroughly investigated!

Other mouths followed the now rapidly retreating garment as it raced down past her supple thighs and sculptured legs. Soon Athena knew she was completely nude, trapped, and totally at the mercy of anyone who wanted her. The eager and surprisingly knowing young mouths and hands that covered her from her poor abused chest to her wide-apart feet were ample proof to her of her naked body's extreme vulnerability.

She knew that the children, in spite of their strangely intense interest in her body, were naturally far too young to be considered any real threat to her. She was certain that at their age it was impossible for them to have the slightest concept of the effect their actions were having on her overly-responsive body. Unfortunately, were also far too young to be able to provide any real protection from anyone who really would want to take advantage of her ridiculous predicament.

Detesting herself for her lack of control, she could already sense the rising tide of sensations within her as her traitorous body began to quickly respond once again to the children's innocent activities.

"My God!" the 21-year old woman screamed as her third orgasm suddenly overcame her, her body writhing. "I'm lost!"

Her shattered mind totally overcome, Athena promptly fainted.

In a small, dark room located in the depths of the mansion, a small figure watched with delight as Athena's nude torso, splashed in exquisite detail across a wide- screen monitor, thrashed in one last mighty spasm before finally becoming still.

"They really surpassed themselves this time," Mrs. Devereux said to herself with satisfaction.

She looked again at the prone figure on the screen, now covered again with the 'children'. She couldn't blame them one bit. They had earned their reward, and then some. And the reward looked very tasty indeed, especially when she was sprawled out helpless like that.

The fact that women tended to run small in her family (her own, beautiful Danielle being quite the exception) did come in handy for her purposes from time to time. It was a nuisance having to change all the arrangements at the last minute, but it had to be done. Keeping all the kids safe at her sister's estate was the only option.

One week was all she would need to get to this so- called reporter, then she would be hers forever! Ha! As if she couldn't recognize a policewoman's notes when she saw them.

"Well," she thought, after watching her eager teen- aged nieces have their fun with the unconscious Athena, "if our new 'nanny' thinks today was exciting, she is in for quite a surprise." She wondered which of her various secret operations the police had uncovered, but decided that, in the long run, it really didn't matter. She would simply do her best to protect them all, and her best could be very formidable indeed.

"Send someone to investigate me, will they?" Mrs. Devereux said, then sighed. Wait until she called that old fool Forthingill. These kind of mistakes just weren't supposed to happen. "I'd say that this called for a refund," she said grimly.

She looked at the photocopied pages of Athena's journal and thought again of the steps she would have to take until she had this Valentine woman under her control. "The fools, they haven't the slightest idea with whom they are dealing, but they'll soon find out."

"Or rather," Mrs. Devereux whispered gleefully, her eyes glinting madly as they roamed over the nude Athena, "she'll soon find out! The 'children' will see to that."