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The Nanny

Chapter 6

Athena Valentine awoke suddenly in the darkened playroom. The dream she just experienced had been terrifying, and she was still not over its effects. It was the night of her graduation form City College, and her entire family had gotten together and reserved a room in the fanciest restaurant in town to celebrate. They were all dressed to the Nines. Even her younger sister had been wearing real clothes for a change.

Things were just fine until she felt a light tickling on her feet. She sneaked a look under the tablecloth and was shocked to see an entire army of women only one inch high covering her feet and crawling up her legs! She looked closer and saw that the leader looked suspiciously like Mrs. Devereux. Try as she might to prevent it with out attracting attention, the tiny women climbed up her stocking-covered legs and moved into her dress.

She had been frantic when they began cutting small parts away from her pantyhose. She thought of dashing off to the ladies room to get them off her, but her family kept asking her questions about college.

Suppressing a scream, she felt a second group continue to move up the inside of her dress until they reached her bra, and began cutting small bits away from that as well.

Soon the floor around her was piled high with the small sliced pieces of her underwear, and she was naked under her dress.

Absolutely helpless, she could only sit there squirming as the tiny women now began to stimulate her vulnerable privates. She could feel their tiny bodies all over her breasts, the small mouths nibbling on her (to them) enormously erect nipples. Not content with fondling her labia on the outside, vast numbers of them were also teasing her from inside her vagina as well.

Agitated beyond endurance, she stood up and started for the rest room. She could feel vaginal fluids running down the inside of her legs as she stumbled away from the table.

It was when she was in the center of the dinning room that she climaxed and the seams on her dress disappeared, leaving her screaming in lust with clouds of tiny naked women covering her chest and pubes.

The scream woke her.

When Athena opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Danielle's smiling face hovering over hers. She knew she was on her back and totally exposed in the middle of the floor in the empty play room, yet relief flooded through the naked 21-year old woman. With Danielle here she was finally safe from the children.

"Wow, babe," the girl said softly. "Did we have ourselves a fun first day, or what?"

"Oh, Danielle!" Athena cried as she wrapped her arms around Danielle's long, stalk-like neck. "It was awful!"

Putting her thin arms around Athena's shoulders and under her knees, Danielle easily lifted the sobbing woman from the floor, and held her for a moment before heading for the door, enjoying the feel of the warm, firm flesh on her bare arms.

When she reached the door, the sobbing Athena suddenly became alarmed. "Wait! I can't go out there like... like this!"

"It's all right," Danielle soothed. "It's very late and there is no one around. And even if there were, it's still all right in this house."

"Okay," sobbed the distraught Athena, not sounding very sure about this at all. "If you say so."

Danielle lightly carried her delectable burden through the deserted hallway and back to the nanny suite. Once inside, Danielle continued to carry Athena through the sitting room and into the bedroom.

Raising her head from Danielle's shoulder, the softly sobbing Athena watched them pass through the rooms. "Where are you taking me?" she said meekly.

"These are your rooms, remember. We are going to get you fixed up for bed."

"That'll be nice," the naked woman sniffed sleepily as she laid her head back down on Danielle's shoulder.

Danielle placed Athena on her feet in her adjoining bathroom. "Okay, now," she said carefully. "Do your business, wash your face, and brush your teeth. If you need me for anything, I'll be right outside."

"Okay. And thanks. Thanks for rescuing me," Athena said shyly, and closed the bathroom door.

The normally unflappable Danielle, after being in such close proximity to Athena's lush, nude body, was so light-headed from the experience she had to lie down on the bed for a moment.

By the time Athena had returned to the bedroom, she was feeling very refreshed. What had happened seemed so incredible that she refused to think about it tonight.

Athena was surprised to see that Danielle had the bed spread turned down and the lights dimmed. She noticed Danielle was, as usual, sprawled comfortably across the bed, watching her with those surprisingly alert eyes of hers.

"Such service for a lowly nanny," the smiling Athena said. She was wrapped in a bath towel, and was in the process of putting another around her wet hair.

"Anything for you, babe," Danielle murmured very softly. "Oh, we sleep in the raw here at Castle Devereux, ma'am," she called to Athena across the room.

"You might," Athena said, laughing a little. "I don't."

Athena walked over to her dresser and went through the drawers, looking for something to sleep in. She found the underwear drawer and removed a pair of modest white panties and a long, sleeping T-shirt.

Danielle said nothing when Athena pulled on the panties underneath the towel. She was patient, and knew her time would come to lower those panties and get what delightful secrets were hidden inside soon enough.

With her back to her guest, Athena demurely dropped her towel and quickly pulled on the T-shirt over her head. She was grateful that her clothes had been neatly put away by the staff. It would save her the trouble of doing so tomorrow.

At the thought of tomorrow, and the fresh horrors it would bring, Athena froze. Try as she might to forget them, the terrible events of the day flooded through her.

"This was only the first day!" her mind screamed. "The first day!"

In the mirror over the dresser, Athena saw that Danielle had noticed her look of panic and had come over to where she was standing.

"What's wrong, honey?" the tall teenager kindly asked, as she wrapped her long arms around Athena's trembling body.

"First Day!" Athena was finally able to gasp. "It's only the first day!"

Athena felt Danielle's hands as they slid up her back to rest at the base of her neck. There, she felt Danielle's fingers start to dig into the wrought-iron muscles of Athena's shoulders.

"Good God!" Danielle exclaimed, humorously. "I've held steel weights that were more flexible than these. I can see this is going to take a while." She led the still trembling Athena over to the foot of the bed.

Before the woman had a chance to react, Danielle deftly pulled Athena's T-shirt over her head and pushed her face down onto her bed.

"Oh! Danielle!" cried the startled Athena as she scrambled to cover the sides of her exposed breasts from view.

"Oh, brother! Now you get modest!" muttered Danielle as she undressed herself. "Get yourself comfortable, nanny."

"I would like my shirt back, please."

"No. You can't do this with clothes on, it just isn't the same, and you'll never get to sleep tonight without it. You're as stiff as a board, honey."

Danielle watched with amusement as the reluctant Athena slowly slid up the bed, being extremely careful to keep her naked chest as covered as possible.

As she slid over the silk sheets, Athena was surprised at the reaction her semi-nude body was having because of her contact with the luxurious fabric. Goose pimples appeared all over her exposed flesh. Her nipples were suddenly outrageously hard as they dragged on the slick material.

Athena didn't know what to do! "If only Danielle hadn't taken my top," she thought. She knew that if she got up, her chest would be exposed, and she had more than enough of that today. So she continued moving up the slick, cool sheets, gritting her teeth to fight the insane sensations her body was feeling. "If it's this bad now, what will sleeping in them be like?" the despondent reporter thought. At least she would have her top on then, and possibly even a bra. Usually she didn't wear a bra at night, but it would be better not to take any chances tonight, she decided. Things were strange enough with her as it was.

Danielle waited until Athena had moved herself up the length of the king-sized bed and placed her head sideways on a pillow. Nude, Danielle got on the bed and straddled Athena's waist with her thighs.

"Danielle!" cried the suddenly alarmed Athena as the nude Danielle settled herself comfortably on the raised hillocks of Athena's firm buttocks. "What are you doing? I'm not even dressed!" She turned her head and looked behind her in shock. "And neither are you! What are you thinking?"

"I'm going to have my way with you," Danielle said softly, as she started massaging the stiff muscles at the base of Athena's neck.

"What?"

"I said I'm going to have a new wave review," Danielle said, much more loudly. "Later this week, when I can get my room back. Want to come?"

"Oh. But...but...," Athena sputtered, unable to continue. Two women naked on the same bed like this, it just wasn't right. But, how can you explain that to someone without offending her, especially when she had just come to your rescue? The problem was too much for Athena's tired mind this late in a very long day.

"That's right. Lay your head back down like a good little girl. This could be some time before we are done."

"Not for too long, okay? I'm very tired."

"After your day, I can believe it. But, tired or not, this is going to be a very long night for both of us unless I can get you relaxed first."

"For both of us?"

"Have a short attention span, do we? I told you before, when the company comes, I am homeless. Fortunately, this is a very big bed because (in case you haven't noticed) I am a very big girl."

Athena chuckled at that, and began to feel much more at ease. "That was why she took her clothes off," she thought, greatly relieved. "She's sleeping here tonight."

Danielle could feel the tension begin to ease out of the body beneath her.

"You never said if you were going to come to my review."

"Oh. Sure. Ah, what's 'new wave' anyway, some kind of music?"

"You know, for a teenager, you sure aren't up on your popular culture. Unless you've been living in a cave somewhere, I would have thought that all kids our age would know everything there was to know about new wave."

Danielle could feel the tension immediately return to Athena's muscles.

"Yes. Well, my parents were pretty strict and I didn't get out much. Sorry."

"Of course you didn't. Now, shut up and let me get some of these kinks out."

As Danielle worked on her stiff shoulders, Athena gradually felt the terrors of the day fade into the background of her mind. She knew she should have done some research into what was currently popular with teenagers, but the assignment and everything which followed happened so quickly she just didn't have time to do much of anything. Athena though she had covered up her ignorance well enough, but she realized she had to be much more careful about such things in the future.

She had enough to worry about without having her cover blown as well. God only knew where that would lead.

Unnoticed by the thinking reporter, Danielle was slowly working her way down Athena's supple back. She wasn't even aware that the teenager had moved her arms away from her sides, and had included the bulging sides of her tender breasts in the massage.

Before she did anything else, Athena knew she had to become the perfect nanny. Her poor performance today could have seriously jeopardized her position at the Devereux home. Yet, was it possible that that was exactly what was also expected of a nanny here. Not to be just be a child's companion and guardian, but their playmate as well? Even (My God!) their plaything?

She just couldn't do that! Not at all!

Still, something wasn't right. Not with what Danielle was doing to her. That felt wonderful. The strong hands of the tall teenager were down to Athena's waist now and Athena was so warm and content she felt like purring.

Something wasn't right about the children.

Where were all the complaints from parents or, worse, Mrs. Devereux, about her unspeakable behavior. True, they might not have heard about it yet, but her nude presence (Athena started blushing at the thought) on the floor in the play room would have been hard for anyone to miss when they had come for their daughters at 8.

Athena was relieved when she sensed Danielle rise off her hips and crawl down to the foot of the bed. "Good, Athena thought. "She's finished. Now I can finally think this thing through in peace and then try to get some sleep."

Thinking over the events of the day and their possible implications, Athena was only vaguely disappointed when she felt Danielle spread her legs wide apart. "Must not be finished yet," she thought. She settled herself deeper in the sheets, secretly enjoying the feel of the seductive material on her heated flesh, in the pleasant expectation of the massage being continued.

Athena stiffened though when she felt Danielle's hands on her thinly covered buttocks and now-spread naked thighs. She knew she really should say something, but she felt she was just now on the lead of something big and didn't want to break her concentration. Besides, she was wearing panties, thank goodness, and Danielle was a girl after all, so what could happen? she thought complacently.

Going back to her original idea, Athena felt increasing surges of excitement. If nannies were indeed expected to act as their charges' playthings, what a story that would make! And if they were expected to do so for the children, what about the parents? How did they fit into this scheme? Were the parents at fault for their nanny's predicament? Or was this all part of some new child-rearing theory that was being secretly tested in the field. And were the nannies a willing component? She knew her group going through nanny school were not given the same training as the others. Maybe this was all part of her missing training?

So focused had Athena become, Danielle was able to easily slip between the woman's opened thighs and began to expertly tease her panty-covered vulva with one hand while still working on her buttocks with the other. She noted with satisfaction that Athena's slick crotch band was already very damp.

Athena found herself becoming more and more excited. Never had she been so turned on by an idea before! The very idea made her absolutely breathless: Nannies as playthings! How dehumanizing! How terrible! How exhilarating! What a story!!

She felt electrified, as if she were on the edge of something very important. She could feel her heart was literally racing inside her rapidly heaving chest she was so excited.

Without realizing it, Athena started to push her hips against the insidious hand Danielle had working between her thighs.

Athena felt her entire body tingling with excitement! This assignment could be her ticket after all, her big chance to break into the major newspapers. No more free press! No more sleazy assignments covering supermarket openings! Athena Valentine, Washington Correspondent! Athena Valentine, World-Famous Author! Athena Valentine, Pulitzer Prize Winner! Athena Valentine, TV Talk-Show Host!

It was when she was receiving the Nobel Prize for Literature, that Athena Valentine, future multi-media star, unexpectedly climaxed!

Shocked, the gasping Athena grabbed the silk sheets under her in horror as her semi-nude body convulsed about the bed. "What happened?" her dazed mind wondered as she helplessly felt the narrow crotch band of her panties becoming soaked with her flowing vaginal fluids. "What in hell happened?"

It was only when her body finally calmed down that she was able to take stock. She lay there, panting for air. She felt Danielle pull her tight soiled panties down her hips and off her legs, but for the moment she just didn't care. It was when Danielle turned her over onto her back that she started to say something, then stopped when the teenager thankfully covered her nude body with a silk sheet.

"Thank you," Athena mumbled, ashamed of herself once again as she rolled over on her side and drew her knees up to her chest, so she wouldn't have to face a witness to her shame.

"It's all right," Danielle said kindly. She turned out the lights, pulled up the sheet, and got into bed alongside the distressed nanny. She rolled on her side and pressed her nude front tightly against Athena's back. She rubbed Athena's thick blonde hair with her left hand and slid her right hand up and down the curled-up woman's bare flank.

"There, there," she whispered. "There, there."

Unable to hide any longer, Athena moved her legs down and spun around. She threw herself fiercely against the thin teenager, wrapping her arms tightly around her bed companion's neck. "Oh, Danielle!" she cried. "I feel so...so ashamed. I don't know what's happening to me!"

Danielle used her right hand now on Athena's trembling buttocks, while her left continued to stroke her luxurious hair.

"Why? What's wrong, honey? You can tell me. After all, what are friends for?"

Athena had to tell someone. If she didn't, she knew the shame of it would eat away inside of her forever.

"Well, it all started on the flight to Chicago..." Athena, normally a taciturn individual about anything concerning her personal life, surprised herself by telling Danielle everything. She told her friend about all of the misadventures that seemed to have happened to her since she boarded the plane so very, very early this morning.

Moving from the base of her buttocks as Athena talked, Danielle worked her hand over the 21-year olds vulnerable cuntal slit. By the time Athena had reached in her narrative all about her most recent episode here on the bed, Danielle already had three fingers working inside of the gasping woman's well-lubricated vagina.

"You don't say?" Danielle murmured sympathetically as her long fingers continued their devilish work inside the distressed woman's cunt.

Athena's mind was spinning out of control. Even as she told her ghastly story, she could feel the terrible, wonderful excitement building within her. "Won't this ever end?" she wailed to herself. She had never felt like this before. She felt Danielle's hands all over her, yet knew the girl was only trying to comfort her. It was her own body which was reacting outrageously yet again.

"My God!" Athena suddenly exclaimed, when her narrative had reached the bedroom. It suddenly came to here! The last thing she remembered on the bed was Danielle giving her a massage. Was she that far gone, to the point where the slightest touch by someone, anyone, even complete strangers, could cause her body to explode?

"What is it?" ask Danielle softly, thrusting her fingers ever deeper into the very tight and very wet cuntal passage, while her other hand was now tweaking one of Athena's very responsive nipples.

Athena knew that Danielle must think her an absolute slut for reacting to her kind touch in such a disgusting manor. How could she ever make it up to Danielle? How could she ever make it up to herself?

"Eh, Nothing!!" the gasping Athena shouted, her nude body bucking as Danielle tenderly rubbed her thumb over the woman's erect clitoris.

"What are you doing?!?!" the lust-maddened 21-year old finally demanded, the last of her control almost gone.

"This," whispered Danielle with an evil grin, as she made her final expert assault on the reporter's vulnerable clitoris.

"NO!!" shouted Athena as she frantically tried to fight the tidal-wave of sensations pouring through her helplessly thrashing body. "It's too much. It's too much! Make it stop! Please MAKE IT STOP!!!" her mind screamed as yet another unexpected orgasm consumed her very being, blotting out everything within her except the terrible pleasure-pain coming from her defenseless spasming vagina!

With one final terrible cry of outrage and defeat, the overwhelmed woman mercifully fainted.

Danielle re-positioned the unconscious Athena on her back, and made a pleasant meal of her pulsing vaginal fluids, before pulling up the covers over them both and going peacefully asleep, one hand on Athena's right breast and the other nestled comfortably between the woman's still-twitching thighs.

It was 12:01, and the first day of Athena Valentine's assignment as an undercover reporter, investigating the world of the modern-day nanny, was finally over.

There were only 89 more days to go until her assignment would be completed.