Athena woke alone to the soft sounds of an electronic beep. She looked over at her night table and blearily saw luminous numbers that read 6:30. Someone had come into her room last night without her knowledge and left her an alarm clock.

She shuddered at the thought of a stranger wandering around her room in the middle of the night, and with her not even in a T-shirt. It wasn't the first time, either. The almost constant presence of Mrs. Devereux, Danielle or one of the staff, and the strange disappearance of all her clothes, were all indicators that she would have little privacy here at the estate. Yet, what could she say to anyone about it? It was not her home after all, and, as Mrs. Forthingill always pointed out, people do have different customs about such things. The sudden presence of the clock was easy enough to explain. After all, it was her own fault that she had overslept yesterday. She just wished they would have at least knocked or something before coming in here. Especially being naked like this, it always made her feel so vulnerable having people about!

When she fumbled for the alarm's OFF button, Athena found a note taped to the top of the clock. She turned on the light and sleepily tried to focus on the clear writing. When she saw that it was a memo from her employer, Athena sat up sharply and was instantly awake.

The note told her that she would be caring for two children today, starting at 7:00 this morning, and that she was to bring them to the staff's dining room for breakfast at 07:15.

Eager to erase the bad impression she must have made on everyone yesterday, Athena flew from the bed and ran into the bathroom. "Today will be different!" she told herself as she dashed into the shower. "No more mistakes! Today, I will be the one in charge!"

*****

Entering the staff dining area with her two charges in tow, Athena found to her dismay that they were the last to arrive for breakfast. Even Mrs. Devereux, who always ate breakfast with the staff and was traditionally the last to enter, had already been seated.

"Oh God!" thought Athena in despair. "The place is full of people, and I'm just in this damned nanny-suit. And I'm late again!"

Athena faked a cheery greeting to everyone and nervously sat where Mrs. Devereux sternly indicated, right between her charges Marcia and Sally. She looked hesitantly around the full table, but, except for a few cursory glances probably caused by her lateness to the table, Athena was relieved to find that no one really seemed interested in either her or her outlandish attire. She was treated, ignored really, as just another member of the household staff, and a junior member at that. "Just like Monday in the hallway," she thought. "No one cared how I was dressed then, either. Maybe it is normal for the nanny to go around like this after all."

After she and her children ordered, Athena did feel that someone was staring at her. She looked around to see who would be so rude as to do such a thing to her at the table. With a shock she saw it was little Barbara who was openly looking at her with an expression of pure joy on her angelic face.

"Oh, my God," Athena whispered to herself. She smiled sickly at Barbara, and then looked down at her empty plate. This was the same little girl who had wanted to breast-feed from her on that disastrous first Monday, in the bathroom of the Children's Suite. It hadn't occurred to her that she might actually run into the strange little girl again, and so soon, too.

She worried a moment that the precocious little tike might try to start something with her, then realized it would be practically impossible for her to do so. It was, after all, a nice large crowd. Athena relaxed with the sure knowledge that here at least she would be safe from her. Besides, the kid was seated physically across from her, on the other side of the large table, for God's sake. She was silly to even have worried about it.

The two girls had just been served their breakfasts and Athena was helping them with their napkins, when she felt a small presence to her right. She turned and found herself looking with consternation down at the smiling, upturned face of little Barbara. The tiny girl had her thin arms outstretched and evidently wanted to be picked up. Athena sighed and, after sneaking a look to see if Mrs. Devereux was watching (she was), picked up the smiling child and placed her facing forward on her lap.

Barbara eagerly told her that she had gotten down from her chair and run around the table, just so she could be with her new best friend.

Athena had to admit Barbara was basically a very sweet and very shy little girl, who was still somewhat infantile in her needs. She still found herself naturally wanting to help the poor thing, although baring her chest for her was, she realized, not her best idea, regardless of how motherly it might have seemed at the time.

Athena wearily signaled the serving girl to bring another setting for Barbara. Now she would have three children to watch.

When their breakfasts were all finally delivered, Athena made sure everyone's napkins were in order. She then told them cheerfully, "Okay, everybody. Let's dig in!"

Athena had eaten very little in the past few days and she suddenly realized that she was ravenous. She had just taken her first delightful mouthful of dried toast when little Barbara cried, "Feed me."

"What?" mumbled Athena, crumbs spilling from her full mouth.

"I'm really hungry. Feed me."

"I'm hungry, too, honey. Why don't you feed yourself? You are far too old for someone to be feeding you."

"Feed me! Pleeese?"

"Oh, hell," thought Athena. "Here we go, again. It's that damned infantile streak coming out again. I had better feed her before she makes a fuss in front of Mrs. Devereux."

She looked ruefully at the other girls eating peacefully on either side of her. "Well, so much for this meal," she said and pushed her own plate away. Athena made sure that the child's plate was directly in front of her.

Unfortunately, Athena soon found out to her horror that Barbara's infantilism was not just confined to eating this morning. The child's previous fascination with Athena's proud breasts, so prominently displayed by the skin-tight nanny-suit, returned now with a vengeance.

She would quickly turn in Athena's lap and, using both hands, would pinch and pull on one of the vulnerable breasts, then turn back again before Athena could recover enough from her surprise to protest. Sometimes Barbara wouldn't even turn around. She would just reach behind her and start working completely hidden on a breast's underside. That usually proved worse for Athena, because with all of the child's constant squirming and the effort of getting her to eat her food, she could never spare a hand to protect herself from such an attack. Barbara soon learned she could play with the undersides of Athena's breasts just about as much as she wanted.

Athena desperately hoped that after a few spoonfuls, Barbara would get the hint, start to feed herself and then leave her poor breasts alone, but it never seemed to work out that way. "It's just not fair!" she wailed in her mind. If only Mrs. Devereux and some of the others would leave, then she would feel free to teach this little monster some manners.

But no one left! Even after their meals were completed, they all remained at the table, contentedly drinking their coffee and talking pleasantly.

Athena was so preoccupied with trying to feed the struggling Barbara while protecting her chest that she never heard Sally on her right say, "Don't worry, Nanny. We'll help you eat."

Athena, her hands full of the squirming Barbara, was surprised to find a large piece of buttered toast being pressed against her lips. She opened her mouth to protest and the toast was shoved completely inside!

Athena knew she had to chew or choke (spitting it out was not an option with Mrs. Devereux right there), so she clamped her jaws shut, raining large bits of toast down her front and a few even over Barbara. Athena began to chew furiously, as she glared around to find out who did this to her, so she could clear her mouth and find out what these devilish kids were up to now.

But Sally would never give her the chance! Once she cleared her mouth, along would come a fresh mouthful of egg, toast, or fruit. If she wouldn't take it, it would all just spill down her front, where Marcia would collect as much as she could from her lap and give it right back to Sally.

Barbara took advantage of this major distraction to seriously enjoy alternately gently tormenting then teasing Athena's vulnerable breasts, especially the very erect nipples.

Athena was so busy chewing she never notice Barbara slide slightly closer to the table, enough to give Marcia access to their Nanny's lap.

In Sally's feeding of her, Athena found herself getting more and more messy. She was grateful when she noticed Marcia wiping the crumbs from her front. When Marcia started wiping around her waist and thighs, Athena wished she wouldn't get so personal, but knew that without Marcia's efforts she would soon be completely coated from Sally's well-intentioned but disastrous attempts at feeding her. She even choked once, but Sally slapping her on the back quickly cleared the obstruction.

Sally had used the opportunity to undo the fastener behind Athena's neck and pull the zipper down slightly.

It was when she vaguely felt Marcia's hands start to slide between her thighs that Athena started to worry about what she was doing down there. But all thoughts of Marcia were lost when Athena became completely overwhelmed. Barbara had turned completely around and, now facing the distraught nanny with her small legs over Athena's hips, began openly caressing Athena's prominent nipples with her mouth and hands.

Athena could only chew mechanically with her eyes closed as her mind dazed over with the fantastic sensations coming from her terribly sensitive breasts. She never even felt Marcia's hands now teasing her lower abdomen and vulva through the thin, skin-tight material of the nanny-suit. The increasingly befuddled Athena felt her hips and thighs jerking uncontrollably on the chair, but she had no idea as to why. The dining table full of her fellow house staff, even the presence of the formidable Mrs. Devereux, faded from her overwhelmed mind. All she could think of was what little Barbara was doing to her breasts. Athena did not notice that Barbara's constant tugging on her bust was causing her nanny-suit to start slipping from her shoulders. Everyone at the table watched breathlessly with pulses pounding as the stretch fabric went lower and lower on the unaware young woman, baring the smooth tanned shoulders.

Athena could only feel the pressure, that terrible, wonderful pressure she was beginning to know so well, was building within her. She knew she was close to blessed relief, yet fought to contain the relentless onslaught on her nervous system. Food continued to be brought to her, and she obediently accepted and chewed it properly before swallowing.

The suit had reached the tops of her breasts. Sally reached over as Athena was blindly chewing her latest helping and carefully pulled down on each of the suit's arms. Barbara pulled down on the fabric that was covering Athena's tormented breasts and soon the suit was bunched directly below them, leaving Athena's proud breasts completely exposed to all in the room, and her arms trapped within the suit.

Having direct access to the perfect orbs once again, Barbara expertly suckled and teased them, soon driving the already bewildered Athena close to the point of madness. Athena instinctively threw her shoulders back, thrusting her breasts more fully in the direction of their small tormentor.

Finally, the sexual being that was once Athena Valentine lost all pretense. She held Barbara as tightly as her bound arms would allow, reveling in the exquisite sensations she was receiving. Athena, sweat pouring from her face and chest, gasped and moaned in her pleasure, unknowing of the show she had become for the table of fascinated spectators.

A rising tide of intense sensuality carried Athena higher and higher, then inexplicably stopped. When the sexual animal that had been Athena Valentine realized what had happened, she panicked. "No!," she gasped, unthinking. "No! Not yet! Not yet!"

The rational being known as Athena Valentine gradually became aware of her surroundings. She parted her lips automatically for her next mouthful. She sat there like a young bird, waiting with her mouth open and eyes closed for her food for some time, but nothing happened, so, puzzled, she closed her mouth. Finally, she realized that the incredible sensations coming from her breasts, which were feeling surprisingly cool, were mercifully fading.

Flooded with feeling of relief that her latest ordeal was finally over, Athena was suddenly aware that she was being talked to.

"Miss Valentine!"

Still feeling very much in a fog, she opened her eyes and faced her employer. "Yes, ma'am."

"Look at that mess!"

Shaking her head to try and clear away the cobwebs, Athena looked about her. She was sitting alone. Barbara, Marcia, and Sally were no longer at the table. The table in front of her was a complete mess with food everywhere. She glanced down and saw with horror that she was in the same condition. She was somehow bare to the waist, her breasts completely exposed to the room. Her bare skin and once spotless nanny-suit were now completely covered with jelly, butter, different types of eggs, spots of orange juice, and bits and pieces of toast. Her swollen breasts and terrifically erect nipples clearly showed the effects that Barbara had been trying to nurse on her again. There was also, underneath all of the particles of food in her lap, a vast growing wet spot between her legs from her flowing vaginal fluids. No doubt about it, her normally immaculate appearance was now a total nightmare!

"Oh my God!" she breathed. Athena did the only thing she could do, she covered her face with her hands and started to cry.

"Well, young lady? I'm waiting for an explanation."

The sobbing Athena had no idea how she was going to explain her way out of this one. It was so humiliating to be sitting topless like this. She was finished as a nanny and a reporter for sure!

Devereux addressed the other diners. "People, I think it's time you went back to you duties, thank you."

To Athena she said gently, "I've sent the children for some towels to clean up that mess you made. You know, they really shouldn't have to pay for the fact that you seem to be a very sloppy eater. It's not very fair to them, now is it?"

"No, ma'am, it isn't," sobbed Athena, lost in a sea of misery. "I'm so sorry!" She tried to dress herself, but her trapped arms flailed uselessly.

The children returned with dish rags, a small plastic bucket of hot, soapy water, and a few towels.

"You may begin."

To Athena's amazement, the children ignored the table completely and immediately began running their wet, soapy dish rags over her!

"No!" she cried, and tried to stand up.

"Sit down!" shouted Devereux.

Stunned, Athena automatically sat.

"Allow the children to finish you first, please," she snapped quietly. "And without any interference, if you don't mind!"

Ducking under the table, Marcia had opened the shocked Athena's pliant legs and positioned herself right between the wide-spread limbs. She unfastened Athena's wide belt and pulled it from her, then removed her pink Wellingtons. Sally and she then pulled strongly on the nanny-suit until it finally slid down past the stunned Athena's hips. Marcia was able to pull the rest of it off her legs by herself. She began to wash down Athena's shapely hips and legs. Marcia's cloth also occasionally found its way between Athena's twitching upper thighs and rubbed repeatedly over the young woman's vulva. Barbara and Sally had meanwhile moved to either side of the seated nanny. Every so often, after going over Athena's bare skin with their soapy cloths, each would select a breast and give it a special cleaning.

Athena was soon dripping from the wet cloths moving over her. Yet, she could only sit there stiffly and not make a single protest as the cloths moved repeatedly over her chest and crotch. After all, as Mrs. Devereux said, it was her own fault that this mess happen. How could she have been so sloppy? How could she be so stupid as to lose her suit? And in front of everyone, too!

Now, on top of everything else that was happening to her, she could feel her secret problem start to build again, the curse of S. O.! "Oh, God!" Athena prayed. "Not now! Not that! Please, please, anything but that!"

But her beautiful body was relentlessly being driven once again expertly and without her knowledge towards the precipice of sexual release and Athena, try as she might, was powerless to stop it.

"Rather then dock your salary, or simply fire you for this ridiculous display you put us all through this morning, I have a suggestion."

"Y-yes? W-w-what is it?" stammered the trembling nude Athena, caught helplessly in the throws of the massive sexual storm building within her, her breasts trembling in her fear and arousal.

"I think the children should feed you all your meals, at least for the time being. Perhaps then you will learn some proper table manners."

Marcia deliberately rubbed her cloth over the stunned Athena's vulnerable clitoris once too often and her vagina exploded! Athena could only double over on the messy table, her naked breasts pressing heavily into the remains of breakfast, as her body convulsed wildly in the chair. Vaginal juices gushed onto the seat cushion.

"You have nothing to say against the proposal?" asked Devereux politely. "Good, then it's settled."

Jacquelyn Devereux motioned to her silently laughing teen-aged nieces, who then threw their cloths into the bucket. Together all three left the table to the still shaking nanny.

"Oh, and for God's sake get dressed and clean up that mess, will you? I'm expecting company this morning."

Athena could only sit nude, half-sprawled over the dirty table. The final words of Mrs. Devereux stayed ringing in her ears. She felt so shamed. She couldn't believe she could be so foolish as to loose her hated nanny-suit twice in as many days. If only she wasn't so turned on whenever she was near the Devereux children. What was it about them that got to her so? Innocent little children who were only playing games or even, in their own clumsy way, trying to help her from some fine mess she had gotten herself into.

She knew they liked her, and had fun with her. Even Mrs. Devereux admitted as much to her. But, for some reason. whenever they were around her, her body suddenly went out of control and would betray her. Athena knew that there could be only one rational explanation for it, but she hated even to think about it: S.O.!

"My God!" Athena said and sat up quickly. How could she ever function as an undercover reporter if the very fact of being one would cause her to climax at any time. It was an impossible situation!

Maybe it was an occupational hazard of being undercover, but one that no one ever talked about for obvious reasons. Either way, she had to see that doctor, and as soon as possible!

She wiped the drying tears from her face and blew her runny nose on a soiled napkin. After gingerly wiping the food off that was clinging to her chest with her hands, she bent down and picked up her nanny-suit from the floor. Athena held up the garment in complete disgust. It was filthy.

"I can't wear this," she murmured. Even back up the secluded servant stairs it would be impossible. The suit made her skin crawl just looking at it. Yet she had to wear something! Already members of the staff were walking through the dining room, on their way to the kitchen. All Athena could do during such times was to cross her arms over her chest, sit frozen in her chair, and hope that no one would notice the naked woman sitting at the messy table.

"Oh, God! The table!" she exclaimed. She had completely forgotten about having to clean the table.

Athena, after first making sure she was alone again, quickly rose from her chair and walked rapidly to each of the two entrances to the staff dining area. Being very careful not to expose herself to anyone outside of the room, she closed both of the doors.

Athena returned to were she had been siting and bent over to grab the bucket and wash cloths from the floor. As she was rising, she saw the large wet stain she had left on her seat cushion.

"Damn," she said quietly. She was such a slut lately she just couldn't believe it. Still bent over, her hanging breasts shook madly as she furiously attacked the cushion with rags soaked in the soapy water. Finally satisfied with the result, she straightened up and prepared to start next on the large table.

Even though the only area that was dirty was where she had been sitting ("It figures," she thought), she decided to do it right and carefully wash the entire table. Still feeling dazed from the events at breakfast, Athena could only think that here was a chance where she could redeem herself. Pleased with the idea, she said, "This will show her!" She would finally have a chance to prove to her formidable employer just what Athena Valentine was capable of doing.

She looked nervously at both doors. Athena knew she wasn't thinking very clearly right now, and that she was running a serious risk in doing this. But, it would just take a second to complete, and it was so important for her to do as she was instructed by Mrs. Devereux before the woman returned. As soon as she was finished, then she could beg one of the kitchen staff to quickly get her something to wear from the laundry room. Right now though, there just enough wasn't time! She had to get the table clean before it was too late.

By practically running around the table, Athena cleaned everything but the center very quickly. The table was so large she just couldn't reach it, no matter how hard she tried. Exasperated at being checked like this, she jumped on a chair and attempted to lean as far over the table as she could in order to reach the elusive center.

A group of well-dressed middle-aged women, led by Mrs. Devereux, entered the room as the still groggy Athena over-balanced and fell on the table. She tried to break her fall by holding her hands out in front of her. She landed with an "OW!" on her hands and knees, while the momentum of her fall caused her to slide into the direct center of the empty table. She instinctively spread her knees and hands as she slid across the table top to maintain her balance.

The unexpected fall had startled her so much that the exasperated Athena had to pause sprawled on her hands and knees with her head lowered a moment to get her breath back. She froze in horror when she heard a familiar voice behind her say, "...and here is where the staff eats." It could only be Mrs. Devereux and her expected guests!

Athena's world promptly ended. A sickening feeling of horror and dread consumed her. "No, not this!" she prayed. "Please God, anything but this!"

"My! What an interesting centerpiece you have there," a cultured, aristocratic feminine voice was saying. "Where on earth did you find it? So real, so life-like!"

"We had it specially made from an artist I know in Europe. Just recently. In fact it only arrived two days ago."

"It's simply marvelous! Do you plan to always have it out?"

"Oh, no, Catherine. Of course not. It is really intended only for, ah, very special occasions, like this one. Well, time to go ladies! Tea should just about be ready on the south verandah."

"Jacquelyn, why don't we have our tea here, instead? It's a very nice room and I'm frankly tired from all of this walking. Besides, I'm sure that the girls are just dying to have a closer look at that amazing centerpiece."

Devereux sighed and accepted her defeat with good grace. Actually she wasn't mad in the slightest. In fact she found this latest turn of affairs quite amusing. Her new prim-and-proper nanny was showing a surprising propensity for losing her clothes in the most unlikely of circumstances. Well, this unusual display will just be one more thing Devereux knew she could use to her advantage in her conquest of this very beautiful spy.

Devereux briefly smiled at the thought of how today's journal entry was going to read. "Well," she said to herself. "Let's give her plenty to write about, so she can make it a good one!"

She walked to the kitchen end of the table, and opened the lid to a small control panel. She pressed a button and 2-foot sections on both sides of the table silently lowered, then withdrew into the center of the table.

"My late husband, an aerospace engineer, designed all of our large dining tables like this. Makes it easier for cleaning, not to mention extremely versatile for different functions, don't you think?"

"My goodness! How clever! You do love your toys, don't you, Jacquelyn?" said Catherine.

Ignoring the slight, Devereux moved slowly counter- clockwise around the table, inspecting the retracting table leaves, until the nude form of the devastated Athena was between her and her guests. Her small body now completely hidden from view, she placed her mouth close to Athena's ear.

"Move and you're dead!" she hissed. Devereux started to move away, then came back.

"You haven't heard the last of this either, Nanny!"

Athena, already frozen by any standard, immediately turned to stone. "Oh, God!" she thought in despair. "Oh, God! How will I ever be able to explain this to her?"

Devereux walked back to the head of the table and gestured to the group still waiting by the entrance. "Come along, girls. Now you can get as close to it as you like."

Lost in sorrow, Athena almost jumped when she briefly felt a hand touch her right shoulder.

"It's warm!" a startled Catherine cried. "And I could swear I saw it breathing!"

"I see my secret is out," Devereux dryly told the group of now-seated women. "You must promise not to reveal to anyone what I am about to tell you all here today. Agreed?"

A cultured melody of eager agreements filled the air.

"Well, you have I am sure all heard of 'Performance Art,' a process where living people become the work of art. Well, this is the other side of the coin, where a non- living mannequin is given certain human characteristics and responses. It is an experimental piece, a new form of art they are calling 'Living Sculpture.' The one you are looking at now is the first prototype. We like to call her 'Athena', after the Greek goddess she somewhat resembles."

"My word! You don't say?" said an amused and obviously unimpressed Catherine.

"Oh, yes. The process, when it is finally perfected, will, I believe, revolutionize the world of erotic art."

"But who ever heard of a statue with such clearly defined tan-lines? Why spoil the effect of such a delightful body that way? Unusual, to say the least, don't you think?"

"The piece itself is very unusual, don't you think?" Devereux said, then slapped the astonished Athena on her right buttock. "However, I understand that a very beautiful young model was used in the making of this, and her appearance was followed most exactly." "Yes," said a rather plain woman, speaking for the first time. "She is rather striking, isn't she? I mean, for someone so young and inexperienced, that is."

"Inexperienced?" snorted Catherine. "Jane, how on earth did you come to such a ridiculous conclusion? The girl was obviously an incredible slut for even posing for this lewd piece in the first place."

Athena was really getting to hate Catherine.

"I don't think so," explained Jane patiently. "Look, that very healthy body there on the table is clearly without any sign of ware or abuse. The tan-lines are important because they tell us she obviously wasn't a professional model at all. Even better, it's a certainty that, whoever she was, the model was not too happy about the experience since her face has a very embarrassed expression on it even now. This was no slut, Catherine. I believe she was a beautiful young woman just trying to make some money."

"Fool," thought Catherine, "to be taken in so easily like that."

"That Jane," thought Athena warmly. "My hero."

"Still, Jacquelyn," continued Jane, "there is something I really do not understand. You said 'human characteristics and responses.' What exactly would those be?"

"Please, that would be telling. You really must find that out for yourself. That's part of the fun. You see, in finding out how just real this piece reacts to your actions, you reveal much about yourself in the process. It's that kind of art. Just remember that what ever you do, and you can supposedly do a lot, you must be very gentle, as this is still a very expensive and relatively fragile piece of art, and not just some marital aid you can pick up at the corner drugstore. Also, I understand from the artist that the piece might suffer from what she called a 'fluid discharge' if the electronics become overloaded with too much stimulus."

"Yes, but darling, isn't that the whole idea?" Catherine said archly, causing the group to twitter with knowing laughter.

"Right," said the non-smiling Devereux, wondering for the tenth time that morning why she continued to tolerate these silly women, especially someone so superior as Catherine. If only she didn't still feel so insecure about her own status here. No matter how wealthy or powerful in the world of business she became, she continued to look for social acceptance from people like these, people she didn't even like. She wondered if she would ever accept the fact that her background was too poor, and her family too short, for her ever to be truly accepted by these women as their equal, and just leave it at that.

The tea and cakes arrived and the weary Athena wondered just how long she could have to remain frozen there on the table. Her eyes were starting to burn from not being able to blink, and her knees bothered her. Then there was the damnedest sensation coming from between her wide- spread thighs, a light tickling on her vulva. She couldn't move her head to see what it was, probably some damned fly. She couldn't even shake her hips a bit to scare whatever it was off of her.

It was terribly humiliating, but she knew she had to remain perfectly still regardless of what happened. It was imperative that she convinced these women she was in fact a lifeless mannequin. It was the only way she could keep what was left of her self-respect, and Athena found herself strangely grateful to Mrs. Devereux for giving her this out.

Long fingernails traced their way slowly down Athena's left ribs, and she had to bite down hard on her lower lip to keep from jerking away at the contact. Even so, her skin erupted uncontrollably in goose-bumps.

"My God," an astounded voice whispered. "Look at that."

The tea grew cold as other hands began to touch the helpless reporter. Nothing on her body was safe from the exploring women. Athena's dangling breasts were soon swollen from being repeatedly milked, the nipples tweaked and bothered into astonishing hardness. The tickling between her legs grew and grew, until her mind was consumed by what she now knew to be gentle teasing. Even her poor anus wasn't safe, for she felt in her humiliation long nails circling around and around the totally exposed puckered rosebud.

Her neck muscles screamed for relief from the tension and for being placed so long in this awkward position, but movement was the one thing she dared not do. Athena, in trying not to breath, was becoming light-headed and realized she was close to fainting. In the coolness of the air-conditioned room, she felt sweat begin to pour from her face and splash on the highly polished wooden surface below.

The continued tickling of her vulnerable crotch caused unbelievable sensations to go coursing helplessly within her. She could sense her vaginal fluids running down her inner thighs but there was nothing she could do, there was no way she could prevent such a public display of her unintentional arousal at the hands of these art lovers.

Athena suddenly realized that something had entered her and her soul melted. She tried to fight the terrible, wonderful sensations consuming her, but it finally became all too much for her. Athena could only think of what was happening behind her. Utterly lost now, she could only moan, "It's too much! Too much," to the great delight of the astonished women around her.

The assault on her defenseless cunt was stepped up, until the pressure was too great for her body to fight anymore. The climax shook Athena to her very being. Her arms gave out and the now sobbing girl could only rest her head on her collapsed arms over the table, her hips still high in the air behind her, as her over-stimulated body spasmed repeatedly.

When she could breath again, Athena was distressed to find that her poor pussy was still the object of someone's attention, and the terrible pressure grew within her once again. Soon the familiar spasms occurred once again, and again she was overwhelmed by sensations.

Once they realized what was really going on, all of the women wanted their chance to make this beautiful, utterly defenseless girl have the cumming of her life. And they did.

Athena regained consciousness just long enough to hear Mrs. Devereux being fulsomely congratulated on providing the best entertainment their group had ever experienced, and would she like to become a permanent member of the exclusive women's club they represented?

*****

It was 11 o'clock when Athena finally woke herself up by toppling over on the table. Feeling very confused as to her surroundings, she looked around dazedly and found herself all tangled up with the place-settings being laid out for lunch.

When she realized she was sprawled naked in the staff's dining room, she screamed in shear terror as she jumped off the table. Everyone in the house could follow her progress as Athena ran naked and screaming all the way through the kitchen, up four flights using the staff stairway, and down the hall to the Nanny Suite.

*****

At her mother's request, Danielle, carrying the clothes left behind in the dining room, went to the nanny suite later that afternoon and found Athena naked and shivering under the covers in her bedroom. It took Danielle 30 minutes to calm her down enough to come out from under, and another 30 minutes before she would allow Danielle to take her to the bathroom for a badly needed shower. It was only after she had been cleaned and dried that Athena finally felt herself under control once again and was able to ask Danielle to please leave her alone so she could change. An amused Danielle left the bathroom and Athena was able to dress herself into yet another of her seemingly endless supply of the hated nanny-suits.

After pulling on her shoes and fastening her belt she couldn't resist a quick look in the mirror. In spite of her extreme fatigue, she felt her surprisingly sensitive flesh even now start to tingle under the seductive feel of the tight material, her hardening nipples thrusting through the thin suit, making them embarrassingly erect for all to see. She shuddered, then shook her head to try and clear away the subtle sensations building within her, fantastic sensations which were already starting to cloud her mind. "Oh, God! Is there no end to this?" she moaned.

Crossing her arms protectively over her chest, Athena went into the bedroom and found Danielle in one of her characteristic sprawls across the made bed. After the insanity of the morning, she felt grateful for Danielle's help and kindness.

"Thank you," Athena said softly. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't..."

"It's all right, honey. What are roommates for, if not to help each other? Now, come here. It's time for a little girl-talk."

"Well, I don't know if I should..." an embarrassed Athena said, acutely conscious of how she must look to Danielle.

"Come on," Danielle said kindly.

Athena timorously walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. Danielle promptly wrapped her long, thin arms around Athena's narrow waist with a happy "Got you!", and dragged her laughing to the center of the bed where, after piling up a few pillows, she laid the wearily smiling nanny out on her back with her head resting comfortably on the pillows. Danielle laid closely on her right, and placed her left arm under Athena's neck.

"Now we can talk."

"OK, OK," the exhausted Athena mumbled. "You win!" For the first time in quite a while, Athena felt safe, even with her new roommate so unexpectedly close beside her.

"Athena, I don't know if you realize this, but you have been acting very edgy ever since you arrived here," Danielle said sympathicly. "I know things can get a little crazy around here sometimes, but we've never before had one of our nannies run naked through the house screaming" ("This month, anyway," Danielle told herself).

"Well..." She was so comfortable, it was all Athena could do to stay awake.

"Is there anything you would like to tell me about what is going on here with you?"

"Well..." Athena, tired though she might be, was overcome with the desire to unburden her soul and tell someone of her undercover assignment. She felt so comfortable, so protected with Danielle laying right beside her like this it was difficult for her to know what she should do. She didn't want them all to think she was completely insane and unstable, and she did so need a friend right now.

"Come on," Danielle whispered in her ear. "Out with it. You can tell me."

Athena turned her head and found herself nose-to-nose with Danielle. Looking into the large, compassionate brown eyes, her insides oddly melted and she realized that she could contain herself no longer.

"You must promise me that you'll never tell a single soul, no one, not even your mother."

"Yes," purred Danielle instantly. "I promise."

"I'm...I'm really a reporter, working on an...undercover assignment."

"No!" Danielle gasped as she grabbed Athena's firm left breast. "I don't believe it. You're just putting me on, aren't you?" She began to gently massage the firm tit- flesh.

"No!" replied Athena, who was so lost in her need for explanation and so tired that she only was vaguely aware of Danielle's gentle, soothing hand on her chest. "It's true. I'm a...a reporter acting as a nanny."

Danielle's moved to Athena's right breast and started gently messaging it. "Why?" she asked delicately as her thumb passed over Athena's erect right nipple.

"Why?" gasped Athena as pinwheels flashed momentarily before her eyes. "Why, to...to investigate the world of the nanny, of course."

"Is that all?" cooed Danielle, both her thumbs now teasing the hyper-sensitive nipples as her knowledgeable hands worked the firm twin mounds of succulent breast- flesh.

"Y-yes, that's all," panted Athena. "You see, it's never been done before. I'll be the first. But, there's... there's a problem."

"What problem?" Danielle asked very quietly as she reached down with her right hand and opened Athena's wide plastic belt, and pulled it from underneath the reporter. Tossing it off the bed, she then withdrew her left arm from under Athena's neck, being very careful not to disturb her. Sitting up, Danielle reached out and unfastened Athena's pink Wellingtons and removed those as well. While she was tossing the shoes over the side of the bed, Danielle noted the growing damp spot already forming at the crotch of Athena's skin-tight suit.

"S.O.!!" Athena moaned in despair. "S.O. is the problem. Your mother thinks I have it, and it's driving me crazy! I can't seem to do anything anymore without...without erupting like some slut anytime, anyplace. Even watching the children can cause me to..." She stopped, unable to continue.

"Damn, damn, damn!" she cried as she beat her closed fists repeatedly on the mattress in desperate frustration. Even now, just laying here with Danielle she could feel it, the sweet building within her, like some terrible, wonderful monster waiting to capture her happily from within.

"Roll over," said Danielle, and the despondent Athena obediently did so.

Danielle's heart stopped a moment at the sight of the tight elastic material covering Athena's smooth back and which had become indented between her jutting buttocks. "Whoa!" she breathed. No matter how often Danielle saw her like this, it was always as if she were seeing the beautiful Athena for the first time.

Athena felt Danielle do something at the base of her neck, then felt the slow opening of her nanny-suit as Danielle pulled the zipper all the down to the far end.

"What are you doing?" Athena sleepily inquired, suddenly feeling totally exhausted. Too much had happened to her recently and she was simply overwhelmed. She had been in such a state of high nervous tension during the last two days she couldn't even remember when her last real meal had been. If only her body didn't feel so tingly, then perhaps she could finally relax and understand what was happening to her. As it was, Athena had been weakened to the point where she could only endure until whatever it was finally allowed her a little peace.

"Getting you ready for bed," Danielle truthfully answered, although what else might happen in the meantime she did not say.

"Oh. Why?"

"Mom fixed your doctor's appointment for tomorrow morning instead of next week, so you'll have to be on the road bright and early."

"Oh, OK." The dazed reporter thought for a moment, then rolled over and sat up. "I...am...very...tired," she said distinctly, as she started to weakly struggle out of the suit.

"Let me do that," offered Danielle, and eagerly began freeing the practically sleeping Athena from her suit.

"Thank you," said the yawning Athena. "You are very...kind."

Once she was undressed, Danielle lay the delightfully nude Athena back down and pulled the bed-covers over her. Danielle then started to prepare herself for bed.

"Oooh, this bed is soooo comfortable," purred a contented reporter as the silk sheets caressed her bare sensitive flesh. Unaware that a naked Danielle was strapping on a small but particularly effective dildo, Athena thought about her appointment for tomorrow. In light of the events of this morning, she was truly thankful to hear from Danielle that her doctor's appointment had been moved up to tomorrow. She couldn't wait! Athena was frantic with worry. She couldn't understand what was wrong with her. She desperately needed the assurance of a medical professional that she wasn't going crazy, or that her body was not possessed by some sexual demon causing it to act entirely out of her control.

Every little thing that she did now was about sex. It was all she could think about, asleep or awake. Her body tingled continuously, her nipples always painfully stiff and sensitive under her nanny-suit. A few times even walking became too much for her to endure, and she would have to stop just to get her breath back. It was maddening! It was as if the suit itself had been specifically designed to keep her in a state of constant arousal, which she knew was ridiculous. Even now, in the process of drifting off to sleep, she knew her body was still excited beyond all understanding.

She understood that it was quite plainly she herself that was doing this, causing this to happen, but she couldn't understand why or how. She couldn't even keep her suit on half the time, not that it seemed to matter any, because either with or without the suit her body was responding wildly to the slightest touch made by anyone, anywhere! "My God!" she wondered. "Whatever happened to my self control?"

She couldn't even keep up her secret reporter's journal any longer. Every time she started to recount the past day's activities, she became so excited she couldn't write any more. She would have to run a cold shower just to calm down again, and even that didn't always help.

And the children! The moment she was around any of them, she began floating on some sensuous cloud, soon totally oblivious to anything going on around her except the marvelous, overwhelming sensations her body was generating. It was all so very odd, not to mention incredibly frustrating. Was everything really due to the unexplained presence of S.O., or was it something far worse? Some flaw deep within her that decided now of all times to come out?

Athena had to find out the truth and fast, before it was too late! It could only be then that she would be able to start living a normal life once again, as well as to return to her true purpose here, her exclusive Nanny Story!

Danielle slipped silently under the covers and thought of the fun to come. She loved to catch an unwary victim at her most vulnerable. "This will be great," she said softly.

She watched with great anticipation as Athena's priceless chest slowly slipped into the deep, rhythmic movements of sleep.

As she began to delicately work on the helpless, sleeping Athena, Danielle heard her whisper, "I'll be First. I'll be Famous."