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{ASSM}NEW: Nanny3: Back to School 11/14 (Ff+/F, reluc) by
LCDRJMC, Greatness and Jennatarp
Standard Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction
(honest!). It is intended for Adults Only, so if you're
not--then go away. It is not intended for sale, but if
you'd like to pass it around, feel free. Just keep the
header as is and all will be well. Enjoy!
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Part 11
*****
The three girls stood at the entrance to the dugout.
"She's got to still be in there."
"Anyone got a light?"
"No."
"Me neither."
"Where's a smoker when you need one? Oh, hell. Come on," said
Tara and she led the way down the stairs and into the dugout.
"Oh my God! Can you smell it?"
"Guys are such pigs. They'll go anywhere."
"Phew! What a stink! Let's get the hell out of here."
"Oh, no," muttered Tara. "She's not getting away that easily.
That bitch is down here and I want her."
"Listen. There's someone moaning."
"It's coming from that far end."
"She's down here all right. Stephanie, stay by the door, in case
she tries to make a break for it."
"Right."
"Come on, Trisha. Let's do it."
"Can't see a damn thing."
"Don't be such a baby."
"I hate this. Hey, the smell's getting stronger."
"Bingo! I found her. Out cold and...and (oops!) very naked."
"Thank God! Now can we leave?"
"Hey, Stephie. Come over here. We need your help in getting her
out."
"Coming."
"Oh, my God," said Trisha. "It's her! She's what stinks down
here! What did they do to her?"
"Do you really want to know? Find her clothes."
"Fat chance. We barely found her."
"You're probably right. Well, she always bragging about the bag
she keeps in her car. You know, the one filled with clothes for
the homeless, in case she ever ran into any that were poorly
dressed. We'll get some from there."
"But we have to clean her. This is terrible."
"Thought I saw a hose and spigot under one of the field lights.
That will do."
"How do we move her?"
"Okay, girls, now let's get organized. She is stretched out on
the floor here by me. Trisha, get her feet, and Stephie and I
will get her shoulders. Now, lift!"
"OH GOD!" shouted Stephie. "SHE'S ALL WET!! SHE'S ALL WET
WITH...WITH...!"
"EWWWW!" screamed Trisha.
"Yes, yes. I know. I know. Just keep moving, the both of you,
okay?"
"Oh God, Tara, do we have to do this?" Trisha asked. "It's prom
night for Christ's sake!"
"We'll miss our appointments at the mall," observed Stephanie.
"Oh, God! We'll miss our dates!"
Tara knew there was a need for some soothing words for her
worried friends. "There's plenty of time, okay? And even if
there isn't, considering the gift we'll be bringing with us, we
shall never be late for these appointments. And as long as our
dates can get wasted they could care less when we get there. Now
keep moving."
*****
What had she been doing? Athena Valentine had no idea. She
remembered her mouth filled with a wonderful warm dough, like the
kind her mother used for her home-made bread. But that dough
never tasted like this. It had a pleasant warm-wet sweetness to
it that was hidden away on the inside, like a prize. The more
she worked her tongue into the dough's interior, the more the
sweetness flowed. It was wonderful! Then something tremendous
happened, she was not sure what, but something occurred that made
her suddenly want to take a bite of that wonderful dough.
She bit into it, and, it oddly tasted faintly of copper before
someone (her mother?) pulled the dough from her mouth. Her
mother always hated it when whenever she tried to eat dough raw
like that. Then she felt her mother pour warm water all over
her. She had stretched like a cat as the heated liquid ran
sensually over her entire body, from her hair to her toes. It
seemed to go on forever in a powerful stream, and was the most
exciting bath Athena could ever remember.
But that stopped too, and she was left alone in the dark to
ponder on a strange smell that was now in the air. It was
familiar, yet not one her drifting mind could identify.
Now she was floating through the air and that too was wonderful.
What a sensation! Flying low over the ground swaying from side
to side, and all of it while being delightfully naked. Her
dreams had not been this good since she left the employ of the
formidable M. Deveroux.
Athena settled on the ground with a abrupt jolt and wondered
eagerly what she would dream of next.
*****
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!"
Athena's shriek echoed across the empty field. She opened her
eyes and sat up, only to discover a forceful stream of icy water
was focused between her parted legs and directly upon her naked
cunt!
"Tara, you devil!" Trisha said in admiration.
"WHAT ARE YOU DO...(glub-glub)!!" Athena tried to scream, but was
cut-off as the water stream shifted directly to her openedmouth!
To keep from drowning, Athena turned her head but the water
continued to pour onto her hair, then start to work its way down
her shivering body! She tried to stand, but she was weak as a
kitten for some reason and her rubbery legs refused to support
her. She collapsed back onto the ground and began to slowly roll
across the grass, but she could not escape the terrible stream of
water plying across her naked body!
After every inch of her had been blasted several times by cold
water, it suddenly stopped. A bedraggled Athena looked up from
the ground but could not see her tormentors in the darkness.
Suddenly a voice rang out of the surrounding silence which
chilled her even more then the water had done.
"Okay girls, lets get the bitch on her feet," laughed Tara.
Hands grabbed her arms and the stunned Athena was lifted to her
feet.
"Wha...what's g-g-going on?" she chattered weakly through frozen
lips. "W-w-w-what h-h-h-happened?"
"You need some warming up," observed Tara. "I think a brisk jog
back to the car should do it."
"Cool!" said Stephanie.
"Oh, yeah! This'll be great," agreed Trisha.
"W-w-w-what?" stammered Athena.
SMACK! Went Tara's right hand to Athena's perfect if somewhat
sore behind.
"OW!" cried Athena as she rubbed her stinging bottom with both
hands. Her head a little more focused from the sudden sting, she
was able to protest, "What are you doing? Are you crazy?"
Tara raised her right hand above her head. "Now, run," she
hissed.
Athena immediately quailed and in wide-eyed terror took off
running as fast as she could into the darkness!
"Okay, girls. Have your fun. Just keep her headed towards the
cars. I'll meet you there, in case she has any ideas about
leaving her good friends behind."
Her breasts bobbed obscenely and her buttocks shook as the
terrified reporter ran for her life! Normally swift as the wind,
Athena was shocked to find herself quickly gasping for breath.
The day's abuse of her perfect body had taken it's toll on her,
and she was soon wheezing as the two girls easily caught up and
kept pace with her.
In a short time Athena knew she could not run any farther.
Already her sides was starting to hurt. It was like she never
ran at all and was terribly out of condition! Unable to
continue, she stopped and turned to face her tormentors.
"Leave...me...alone!" Athena pleaded between desperate gasps for
air.
"Oh, sure," mocked Stephanie as she smacked her on the left
buttock.
"Ow!" bawled Athena rubbing her wounded flesh. "That's notfair!"
"Run!" commanded Trisha.
Athena quickly turned and started her weary run once again.
The girls on either side of the crying Athena keep her moving
with well-placed slaps to her heart-shaped quivering behind as
they enjoyed the uncontrolled bobbing of her firm high-set tits,
guiding her towards the two cars, and a very happy Tara.
Like two sheep dogs working their flock, the frantic reporter was
easily guided by Trisha and Stephanie, and went only where they
wanted her to go. The naked Athena Valentine was theirs to
control!
The totally exhausted reporter finally was allowed to stop only
when she was directly in front of Tara. Unable to face the
victorious senior, she could only look at her bare, dirt-covered
feet as she held her aching sides, while her chest heaved
frantically for desperately needed oxygen. Her firm breasts
ached terribly from all of their bouncing around during her
forced run, and she felt very strongly the natural need to
comfort them in her hands, or at least support them with her
arms, but with Tara so close she dare not touch them. She dare
not cover herself either. Not in front of Tara! Never in front
of Tara.
Tara happily gave her arch rival a close look. "What a mess!"
she said with a disdainful laugh.
Athena could only stand in gasping silence as her nemesis walked
calmly around her, casually observing every inch of her exposed
flesh. She was very wet, very naked, and her hair had become a
matted jumble. Athena had never felt more humiliated then
standing out in the open like this.
"What...what do you want, Tara?" Athena finally managed to gulp
out, still looking at her feet. "Why are you doing this?"
"Run took the chill off, didn't it?"
Athena was surprised to find the girl was correct. She no longer
felt the cold at all. "Yes, it did. Thank you," she said,
feeling a little confused. Why would Tara want to help her?
"Why are you here?" Athena asked again.
"Why? Athena, I thought we had a date after school."
"Yeah!" chimed in Trisha. "We're supposed to go to the mall and
pick up our prom stuff. "Remember?"
"Yes, that's true," agreed Athena. "But I...I can't go with you.
Not now."
"Why ever not?" asked Tara.
"I'm...I'm..."
"You're what?"
Athena thought in despair, "Oh God! Oh God! They are going to
make me say it!"
'Yes?"
"I have...(sob). I have no clothes on."
"So?"
"I'm...I'm naked. I can't go anywhere like this!"
"You sure about that?"
"Hey, I found an old towel in her car," said Stephanie.
"Give it to her."
Stephanie leaned briefly out of Athena's SUV, quickly winked at
her, then tossed Athena the towel.
"Thank you," Athena said gratefully as she clumsily caught the
flying towel then patted herself down with it while trying to
keep her naked body covered as much as possible.
Athena couldn't help thinking about Stephanie's unexpected
gesture. "That was strange. I wonder if she was trying to tell
me something?"
"Find anything else?" asked Tara.
"Still looking," said Stephanie from inside the SUV.
"Good thing you never lock it, huh? Hey, I didn't say you could
cover yourself with it."
"Sorry," Athena mumbled and dropped the now damp towel to the
ground.
"Well, we can't stand around here all night. Stephie, bring what
clothes you can find and we'll dress her on the way."
"Okay," responded Stephanie.
"Into the front seat, Miss Valentine," invited Tara.
"Please don't make me do this. I'll...I'll do whatever you want,
just don't make me do this. Please."
SMACK!! "Now get in!" snapped Trisha as Athena again found her
reluctance rewarded by a firm, guiding smack on her nakedbehind.
"OW!" Athena cried as she scurried into the front passenger seat
of Tara's convertible while rubbing her sore bottom.
"What a wonderful evening," gushed Tara. "I think we ought to
put the top down. What do you think, girls?"
"It is lovely out tonight," giggled Trisha.
"Oh, yes, the top down by all means," observed Stephanie
gleefully.
"NO!" shouted Athena when she finally realized what they were
talking about. "You wouldn't dare!"
"Oh, baby," purred Tara. "Want to bet?"
Horrified, Athena sunk to the floor, hiding under the dashboard
as far as she could, while the roof raised slowly above her and
folded itself away in the back of the car.
"You can't do this! You can't!" she pleaded huddled on the
floor.
"Sit in your seat this instant! Or must we spank you further?"
warned Tara.
"Oh, no. Not that again! Please!"
"Well, then, bitch?"
"Okay, okay," mewed Athena piteously as she thought of her abused
bottom. She pulled herself up and gingerly settled herself into
the seat.
"And quit covering yourself or I'll rip your tits off!"
Athena jerked her arms down to her sides. Oh, God! This was
terrible. She was completely exposed! Completely!
"Will somebody give the bitch a brush and comb, I'm tired of
sitting next to this drowned rat."
Trisha gave her the required items and Athena automatically
pulled down the visor on her side of the car to access the
attached mirror while she fixed her once beautiful hair. It was
a terrible mess! She put the brush into the door pocket and
started working the heavy blonde tresses with the comb.
"That's right. Make yourself nice and pretty for the mall,"
sniggered Tara.
"You...you can't be serious," Athena said as quietly and as
calmly as she could while she tried to comb out all of the knots
in the rat's nest that was once her perfect hair. She realized
that that any show of fear on her part just seemed to encourage
Tara all the more. "I'll die. Just take me home. Please. You
can do it. I beg of you, please take me home."
"Don't worry, Athena," said Stephanie from the back seat. "It
will not be that bad at all. Trust us!"
"No, honey, you won't die, but you'll wish you had," muttered
Tara to herself. "I'll see to that."
*****
The drive for Athena was a nightmare. The girls argued
constantly about what she should wear, but no one ever gave her
anything, and Tara had forbidden her from covering herself.
Athena had finished with the comb but was afraid to do anything
else with her flying hair. She could only sit and take her cruel
exposure, with her fists clenched and her arms pressed tightly to
her sides, while tears of humiliation flowed freely from her big
blue eyes.
The traffic lights and the stop signs were the worst. Tara made
a point of carefully stopping at every opportunity, especially if
there were street lights, and Athena writhed in shame every time.
Athena hated this public display of herself, yet she could feel
an excitement within her that was becoming difficult to control.
Her nipples had painfully stiffened from the rushing wind washing
over her tender swelling breasts, while a heavy dampness kept
building in her crotch. The soft leather seat pressed
caressingly against her oh-so-sensitive unprotected sex and the
sensation was starting to make her feel very nervous. She longed
to press her thighs together to quench the familiar fires
building between them, but she dared not. Who knows what the
strange Tara and her friends might do to her then?
"It must be the night air that's making me react this way," she
thought. "It must be!"
Finally, she could not stand the mortification any longer,
watching the faces of the astonished drivers and passengers of
the passing cars and trucks, as they looked directly at her
perfect body so cruelly exposed, her ears ringing with their
disgusting comments, while her body meanwhile was secretly
beginning to betray her once again with its bizarre
out-of-control urges.
She had to think of something else. She had to! She must take
her mind off this terrible situation. Athena found the brush in
the side-pocket of the door and started working on her flying
golden hair.
As she fell into the natural rhythm of brushing, an amazing thing
happened. The world began to fade and Athena imagined she was
back before her vanity mirror in the safety of her comfortable
bedroom. The longer she brushed, the more safe she felt. Soon,
her old feelings of confidence began to return.
She began to remember how special she really was. She was Athena
Valentine, a person of ability and character. She was not like
these other girls (children, really) at all. She was a grown
woman of strong character and seasoned intellect. She had
already embarked on her chosen career, while these children,
seniors who were poised for graduation, had not thought past what
they were going to buy on their next trip to the mall.
Without realizing it, Athena no longer cringed in her seat, but
sat erect and proud with her shoulders back. The hated cries and
leering cat-calls from the passing cars faded from her burning
ears. All she could hear were the constant inner reassurances of
her own natural excellence. She was Athena Valentine, the
Superior Woman, and nothing that these children did to her (not
even the frightening Tara) would change that. Nothing! She was
the one in control here, not they.
Finally her hair was done and so was she. She tied it into a
heavy knot and felt ready to face the world once again.
"I want some clothes," Athena demanded quietly.
"What?" an unbelieving Tara asked.
Athena turned toward her with confident eyes. "I demand
something to wear," Athena said even more forcefully thanbefore.
"Oh, come on..." began Tara, but stopped in surprise when she saw
that Athena had regained much of her old composure. The confused
little girl that Tara enjoyed seeing so much had been replaced by
this coolly arrogant woman. The original Athena Valentine
persona had returned and that was the last thing Tara wanted to
happen.
Tara spoke to her friends in the back, "Oh, girls. Miss Priss
wants something to wear. Help her out, will you? Just don't
make her too happy, okay?"
"Okay, Tara. We can do that."
"That was how to handle these girls," Athena thought with
satisfaction. "Just treat them like the children they are."
Suddenly, Athena was shocked to find herself on her back when her
seat collapsed flat. She was grabbed by the arms and rudely
dragged towards the back!
"Hey! What are you doing?" she yelled at this outrageous
treatment.
Trisha scooted over to the side and the naked Athena was tightly
wedged into the now empty space between her and Stephanie.
Tara looked at the empty bucket seat beside her and was amused to
see a wet streak running across the black leather. "My," she
said quietly, "looks like Miss Priss is having a good time after
all."
"I want my clothes," demanded Athena coldly as she looked at each
girl in turn beside her. "The clothes you have in that bag. And
I want them now!"
Trisha and Stephanie had been looking through the large paper bag
filled with the old clothes they had found in Athena's SUV. It
was on Stephanie's lap.
Without looking, Stephanie reached into the bag and a red blouse
was tossed high into the air. The wind immediately caught it and
the blouse vanished!
"NO!" cried Athena as she watched in dismay as the blouse
disappeared into the darkness behind the speeding convertible.
"You wanted what?" asked Stephanie as she reached into the bag
once again.
"N-nothing!" stammered Athena. "Nothing! I don't want a thing.
Please, oh, please don't throw anything else away."
"You wanted something, I'm sure of it," Stephanie said and a long
black skirt went flying out of the car.
"Oh! No!" cried Athena in despair as the only possible clothes
she could wear kept flying away.
"Well?" asked Stephanie, her right hand deep in the bag.
"I just want to be covered, that's all," sniffed Athena, "but
Tara won't let me!"
"She's mean sometimes," whispered Trisha into Athena's left ear.
"Yeah, a real bitch," whispered Stephanie in agreement.
"Yes, she is," gasped a nodding Athena, happy to find such
unexpected allies.
"You know, we were the ones who found you naked. We didn't take
your clothes."
"We just couldn't find them," muttered a smiling Trisha.
"Quiet," whispered Stephanie with a wink.
"I know, I know," moaned Athena, unaware in her misery of how her
undressed and very vulnerable condition was going to be used by
these girls for their own special amusement. She was saddened
because she had made yet another mistake. How could she be so
distrustful of her friends Trisha and Stephanie? Tara was the
one who was against her, not these two, even if they were Tara's
friends. It wasn't right that she had suspected them and she had
to make amends somehow. As usual, it was all her fault.
Athena took a deep breath, then said, "I'm sorry. It was... It
was those...other two...those other two girls. They took me
someplace...dark." Athena shuddered as she remembered what
happened. "They were the ones who took my...my things, all of
them! They just took them! It wasn't your fault. In fact you
have been very kind."
"I know. Look, tell you what, we can cover you," said Stephanie
quietly.
"You...(sniff)...you can? But...but what about...you-know-who?"
"If we do it, it's okay. You're just sitting here. That way,
mean old Tara can't say anything. Okay, Trisha, you take North
and I'll take South," explained Stephanie.
"No!" complained Trisha. "I wanted her..."
"Never mind!" cut in Stephanie.
"All right, all right," grumbled Trisha. She wanted to play with
the unsuspecting Athena's cunt, but those perky golden tits
bobbing slightly from the car's movement did look very inviting
at that. "All right," she said happily. "What ever you say."
"Now look," Stephanie explained to the increasingly bewildered
Athena. "We'll just keep you covered like this." She held her
open hands hovering close over Athena's shaven pussy. "That way
no one can see you."
"Right!" said Trisha. "Like this." Her hands hovered close in
front of Athena's perfect high-set breasts.
"WHAT?!?!" gasped a shocked Athena as hands approached her
exposed privates. "You can't do that!" she wailed as the hands
moved closer to her vulnerable nude body. Her heart pounded as
she tried to sink deeper into the seat, but she knew there really
was no where she could run in order to escape this increasingly
strange situation. If only she hadn't lost her clothes!
"Hey! Control yourself!" ordered Stephanie. "Do you want our
help or not?"
"Oh! But I do want your help," lamented the confused reporter.
"And I appreciate what you are trying to do, really I do.
Anything! But not like this. It's silly. And I'm still so
exposed!"
"It's this or nothing!" said Stephanie firmly. "Look, if you
don't want our help, just say so."
Athena bit her lower lip. She was offending the only people she
could trust right now. She felt ashamed at her ingratitude!
Besides, she hated being so exposed to the leering eyes of those
male pigs. She had to cover herself!
Athena smiled nervously at Stephanie and said, "Okay. Okay.
Would you please cover me? I can't stand being naked like this!
And...and thank you. Thank you both for helping me. I'm very
grateful, really I am."
"It's the least we can do. And don't get upset or anything if we
happen to touch you. It's not easy staying like this, especially
in a moving car."
"Yes, I understand," said a very grateful Athena. Oh, it was
great to be with trusted friends again, even if it was such an
unimaginable situation. She looked down at the hands hovering
protectively over her precious privates, and shook her head in
nervous disbelief. Well, what else could she do?
Her head was swimming from the tension of having those hands so
close to her naked body like that. It was strange, but she could
not stop her body from trembling. Her nipples felt very stiff in
the night air and she prayed that the girls would not notice her
embarrassing condition.
Unable to take the strain any longer, Athena closed her eyes and
weakly laid her head back against the seat.
She jumped when a hand briefly touched the tip of her right
breast and the palm dragged across the terribly erect nipple.
"Sorry," she heard Trisha say quietly. "We hit a bump."
"It's okay," muttered Athena through clenched teeth. It was the
only way she could keep from screaming. She was vaguely aware
that the car ride had been very smooth, but she was feeling so
confused right now she would probably miss anything. She kept
her eyes closed to help ease her sense of humiliation. Thank God
she was with friends again, and not those two terrible girls who
tried to take advantage of her in that dark place.
But what a terrible situation, to find herself so dependent on
these girls, the best friends of her worst nightmare, Tara!
"Oops! Sorry again," said Trisha as a hand slowly
dragged across the firm mound of her right breast.
"OH!" gasped a jerking Athena as her sensitive nipple sent an
electric charge through her entire body. "Th-that's okay."
Trisha grinned at Stephanie and said soundlessly, "She's
ready."
"Go for it," Stephanie said soundlessly in return.
Trisha began to tease Athena's vulnerable nipples. She lightly
touched the left, and then the right, maintaining her pattern
until the panting senior no longer jumped when ever she was
touched.
Satisfied, Trisha licked her right index finger and ran the wet
surface over the surface of Athena's bullet-like left nipple.
"Aahhh," Athena moaned at the delicate touch. What was Trisha
doing to her? It was driving her insane! The car must be on a
dirt road or something the way Trisha kept touching her.
When she was sure the unaware Athena was completely distracted by
Trisha's assault on her nipples, Stephanie extended her long
middle finger and ran it lightly between Athena's slightly parted
thighs, over the heated vulva. She deftly parted the opening and
was impressed by the copious flow vaginal lubricant which came
out. Stephanie lovingly rubbed the girl-cum over Athena's cunt,
until the entire area was liberally covered and Athena's
sculptured thighs were moving slightly back and forth in
agitation. She coated her fingers a final time, then happily
licked the sweet tasting juices from them.
"Spread your legs," Stephanie commanded.
"What?" a dazed Athena replied. The sensations were getting
worse. Her nipples were diamonds from all the touching they were
receiving. Her breasts felt heavy and she was having trouble
controlling her breathing. She was also feeling an odd yet very
pleasant itching between her legs. She knew that her friend
Stephanie would never touch her there of all places, so she was
probably just imagining it. How could she react like this to a
simple drive, and especially in the presence of her two friends,
even if she was naked?
"Spread your legs. My hands are getting tired and I want to be
sure you are completely covered."
"Oh, but...but..."
"Go on."
Athena shyly separated her knees a tiny bit.
"Farther."
"Oh," Athena cried in dismay as her legs moved a tiny bit more
apart.
"Damn it, I said farther."
Athena sobbed once as her legs splayed apart, completely exposing
her sex to the two girls. Oh, God! How humiliating!
The car pulled into the mall's large underground parking lot and
went over to the isolated section always favored by the school's
students. It was away from the mall entrance and always poorly
lighted. Tara pulled into an empty slot and turned off the
engine. She was about to say something when she turned around in
her seat and saw what her friends were doing to the bitch Athena
Valentine.
"How perfect is this," Tara thought. "But we need to share it."
She stood up and saw a group of seniors already with their prom
finery returning to their cars. She got their attention by
wildly waving her arms and silently motioned for them to come
quietly over to her.
"My arms are tired, Athena. Just let me rest a moment," said
Trisha quietly.
"O-okay," stammered Athena. She could understand how awkward it
must be for them to stay like that. And they were doing it for
her after all, so the lest she could do was help out as much as
Tara would let her.
Despite her resolve, a mortified, Athena wanted to fade into
nothingness when Trisha's hands firmly covered her bare breasts.
No just covering them, but firmly holding them, her hands working
the swollen mounds almost as if she were kneading them. "Oh
God!" she thought. "This is terrible! Doesn't Trisha know what
that does to me whenever someone holds my breasts like that?
Especially when they're so sensitive like now! That feels so
good!"
Soon a group of ten seniors were standing in stunned silence and
staring wide-eyed at the perfect Athena Valentine, naked. Not
only naked, but seemingly perfectly content to be lewdly splayed
over the back seat, making no attempt to cover herself in any way
in this public place.
Athena jumped once again when she felt a hand completely cover
her shaven crotch.
The girls stood amazed at the sight of the golden Athena
Valentine, naked, with Tara's gang right beside her, Stephanie
openly cupping her bare pussy, and Trisha played with Athena's
tits, while Athena writhed nakedly over the seat in obvious
enjoyment. They could not see how Stephanie slyly slipped a long
finger into the tight cunt, causing Athena to stiffen momentarily
as she moved it deep into the hot velvety wetness.
"There," said Stephanie with quiet satisfaction facing their
audience. "That's much better, isn't it, Athena?"
Athena felt herself melting!
Athena knew the girls were just trying to help her, but she
couldn't understand why they had to be so enthusiastic about
keeping her covered? It was driving her mad, all that touching!
All she wanted were a few clothes just to cover up with, that's
all. But she had no clothes, none at all, because she stupidly
lost them someplace, she couldn't even remember where any more
her mind was in such a fog. It was all so confusing. She felt
so excited she could not think at all! Why did her body have to
keep betraying her like this?
"Isn't that better, Athena?" whispered Stephanie.
"Yes," Athena squeaked as she melted even more from what
Stephanie was stealthily doing inside of her pulsating vagina.
"You like our hands on you, don't you?"
"Don't you?"
"Yes!" Athena squeaked again when Trisha craftily pinched a
nipple between two fingers.
"You want us to touch you...here...and here...and here, don't
you?"
"Don't you?"
"Y-yes! Oh God! Yes!!" cried Athena, frantic that the familiar
unwanted pressure was building deliciously in her once again,
sweeping her away, making her lose control.
Tara faced the surrounding seniors and gave them a knowing look.
They had all given her grief for her Athena-Cam images. They had
all told her that there was no way the perfect Athena Valentine,
designer of the new student behavior code and the most envied
girl at school, would do anything like that. But the message
which Tara was sending them now was unmistakable: Athena
Valentine was a total slut, and the Athena-Cam footage, which now
had a permanent spot on Tara's website, was real after all.
The cunning Tara observed the lovely faces of the surrounding
seniors with interest. Some watched the scene with horror, but
others watched the defilement of Athena Valentine with a
surprising amount of interest. One even had a small camera and
was taking pictures. Lovely! She noted some of the seniors had
wonderfully flushed faces and made a note to invite those girls
to her home for a very private evening later on for a little
private fun with her friends. For now though, she wondered how
she could use them to humiliate that bitch Athena even more.
Athena bucked and moaned as the assault on her body continued.
She had no idea that the car had reached its destination and had
been parked for some time, had no idea of the fascinated audience
surrounding them. Athena no longer had any idea what the girls
were doing to her, only that they were inadvertently teasing her
traitorous body to yet another public humiliation, another loss
of control. They were making her cum! She could feel it
building, building within her. She knew she would climax soon or
explode, unless she could get away from those innocent yet
devastating hands on her body.
"Not again!" Athena wailed in her clouded mind. "Please, not
again!"
She tried to escape the deadly touches, but she could not. She
was trapped, trapped naked on the back seat between some
well-meaning friends who were driving her insane! But it was her
fault, not theirs! They were just trying to help. She was the
one who was weak! Why couldn't she be stronger in these
situations? But it was not just the touching that bothered her.
Oh, no. It was something else and, deep down, it disturbed her.
The very fact of her helplessness, her total vulnerability to
even these innocent touches seemed in some strange way to excite
her even more.
The girls outside the car watched amazed as Athena Valentine's
shapely hips bucked and jumped under Stephanie's stealthy hand
manipulations while Trisha continued her expert teasing of the
succulent mounds of Athena's firm breasts.
"Girls," called out Tara, but to her amusement not one of them
noticed. They were too engrossed in what was happening in the
back seat. Even the ones who seemed the most indifferent or
horrified to what was going on could not tear their eyes away.
"Okay, Stephanie and Trisha. We all know she wants you to, but
leave her alone for a moment."
"You sure?" asked a very flushed Stephanie. "This is getting
good!"
"Yeah!" agreed an equally flushed Trisha.
"Take a break, damn it!" ordered Tara firmly. "And put her legs
over the side of the car."
"What?" asked Trisha.
"Just spin her around and put her legs over the side of thecar."
"Why?" asked a suspicious Stephanie. She was afraid that Tara
was going to hog Athena all to herself, now that the once-snooty
senior was obviously ready for anything.
"Just do it. You'll see."
Tara looked over the still staring audience as they watched
Trisha and Stephanie twist the moaning Athena until she was
lengthwise across the seat, then lift her legs and pull her until
her butt and the backs of her thighs were flush against the left
side of the interior, her knees draped across the top and her
shapely calves and feet now dangling outside of the car. "Oh,
yes," Tara said quietly. "That'll do nicely."
"Hey, girls! Over here!" she tried again and was rewarded by
nervous jerks of the head as the embarrassed students looked
towards her.
"Look, we have a problem with Athena here. She doesn't believe
us when we tell her that she needs a shave before the prom
tonight."
"A shave...? But where could she need...Oh, my God!" one of the
younger girls gasped in shock when she realized where Trisha was
pointing.
"What does...that have to do with us?" gasped a short blonde
cutie.
The girl appeared indifferent, even a little embarrassed, yet
Tara saw the hidden desire in her glowing blue eyes and wondered
briefly if she shouldn't move her plans up on introducing these
girls to the only love that was truly worth while. "Oh, honey,"
thought Tara. "Would I love to get into your pants tonight!"
But there was yet much to do, and their evening of fun with the
bitch Athena Valentine had barely begun.
Tara put her hands on her hips and scolded their audience. "You
know what tonight means to everyone. If her date sees her
looking like some hairy slut, it makes all of us look bad. Is
that what you want?"
Each girl had her own very special plans for tonight, and the
thought of someone, even the perfect Athena Valentine, ruining
them was too much to bear. But what was the trouble with Miss
Valentine, anyway? Normally so in control, yet all day today she
had acted anything but that. And now this astonishing display in
the parking garage of the mall!
But to ruin tonight of all nights! Oh, no!
"W-what do you want us to do?" another girl asked.
"Nothing major. I would like you all just to touch her, and let
her know that she needs to clean herself up."
"O-okay," the girl nearest Athena said. Her right hand shot down
between Athena's thighs and shot back up again as soon as her
extended index finger touched something wet. "Ah!" she cried
aloud, then practically whispered, "It's o-okay. She's...she's
f-fine!"
"What was that?" asked Tara. "Come on, do it right."
"Do it, will you?" another girl called out. "We haven't got all
night."
"A-all right! Don't rush me," the first girl muttered. Her hand
went back between the upended thighs, slowly this time, feeling
the silky texture of the firm flesh.
The other girls watch fascinated as the hand moved gingerly over
Athena's cuntal plane.
"My God!" she said as she continued her inspection. "She's
so...so wet! I can't tell anything."
The girls gave each other knowing looks. So, the looks said, the
perfect senior really was a slut after all. They turned back to
the naked Athena, but saw that her only reaction to this very
humiliating bit of news was a faint smile as the girl continued
her inspection.
"That's our little fuck-bunny," said a grinning Stephanie.
"Always ready for a little fun."
"But what about...?" reminded Trisha.
"Well... Oh my! Oh My! EWWWWW! Stubble! How gross!"
"C-can we go now?" asked the petite young blonde, as she made
ready to pick up her prom things she had carefully laid over the
hood of the car.
"What's your name?"
"Cathy?" the blonde replied, not at all sure why this forceful
girl would be asking her that.
Tara looked seriously at the surrounding seniors. "We have to be
fair about this. I think you should all do it." She looked
directly at the short delectable blonde and said, "You first,
Cathy."
Tara stepped gracefully over the car door, stepped onto the
garage floor, and escorted the apprehensive blonde by the arm to
a spot directly in front of Athena's twitching right foot. The
slightest move would cause the girl to straddle Athena's slightly
kicking right leg between her own.
Without leaving her new toy, Tara opened the car door, so that
the watching girls could only see Cathy from the waist up, not to
mention giving her some space so that she could work properly.
Trisha and Stephanie watched expectantly from the shadows behind
the car, ready to assist at a moments notice if any of the girls
made trouble, but they seriously doubted there would be any.
They too had seen the signs of keen interest and secret arousal
in these cool seniors, and they wondered just how many of these
girls were truly aware about this part of their sexuality.
Trapping Cathy against the car, she pressed herself fully against
the girl's back and enjoyed the feel of the supple body hidden
underneath the thin full-length cloth coat with its artificial
fur trim. Tara reached around the narrow waist. "Now, just do
this," whispered Tara and she took the girl's trembling hands in
her own and forced them down onto the heated crotch so blatantly
exposed below.
"Oh!" cried the girl at her first contact with Athena Valentine's
secret flesh.
"Now just move your hands all over, like this," Tara purred as
she dragged the small hands over the streaming cunt.
It was not long before Tara released the captive hands, but the
now mesmerized blonde continued moving her hands by herself.
Tara reached around once again and, but gently this time, again
took one of the girl's hands in her own. "Don't forget to check
here," she whispered and inserted the girl's right index finger
deep into the hot wet cunt.
"Oohh," cooed Athena at the unexpected contact.
The girl turned to look at Tara in wonder.
"That's all right," explained Tara. "She always does that. Now
carefully move around in there, just to make sure you are not
missing anything. You had better put in a few more fingers. It
will help."
"O-okay. B-but...b-but...what am I looking for?" whispered the
bewildered girl as she obediently inserted two more fingers into
the tight vagina and then moved them against the walls slick with
lubrication.
"Uhhh," Athena groaned helplessly.
"Keep going. You'll find it," cooed Tara as she lightly bit the
girl's right earlobe. She ducked down, pulled up the back of the
girl's unbuttoned coat and hid underneath. Tara placed her hands
firmly on the skirt-covered hips. She felt the thin material of
the short skirt and the tights underneath. "Perfect," she said.
Tara began to push the unsuspecting girl's crotch against the
smooth hard narrow surface of Athena's shin.
"OH!" the girl cried in surprise. "What was that?"
"Don't worry. It's nothing," purred Tara as she continued to
move the girl's hips against the jerking leg. "Just keepgoing."
"But it's...it's...!"
"Just keep going."
Cathy's hands became more frantic in their movements as Tara kept
bumping against her. She did not know what to do. Athena's
bouncing leg had somehow gotten between hers and was pressing up
against her skirt, touching her right between her legs, directly
on her most secret spot. Her right hand was actively if
unknowingly fucking Athena with thrusts deep into the hot velvety
wetness while the left danced all around Athena's bouncing hips.
She was supposed to be looking for something, but she had no idea
as to what 'it' might be.
"AH! AH! AH! AH!" gasped Athena as the girl unknowingly
started rubbing Athena's clitoris.
"W-what's h-happening to her?" asked the girl when what she was
really wondering was, "What is happening to me?"
"Keep going. You're doing fine."
Cathy never felt it when Tara took a moment to pull her skirt
over her hips and drop it to the garage floor. She joyfully ran
her hands freely over the cute bouncing buttocks while still
pushing the blonde's hips rhythmically forward onto Athena's
bouncing leg.
Without the protection of her skirt, the leg was sawing directly
over the unknowing Cathy's vulva. Lost in a conflicting sea of
astonishing sensations, she could not understand what was
happening to her.
The other girls looked at each other in wonder. What was
happening to Cathy? She was normally so quiet and reserved. In
the poor lighting they could only see how involved she had become
in feeling the golden Athena Valentine's cunt! They had no idea
that Tara was seducing her from behind, underneath her coat.
Tara pushed the blonde's shoulders and a surprised Cathy went,
"Oof!" as she was bent unceremoniously over the side of the car.
With Cathy's tights around her ankles, Tara immediately placed
her lips on the hairy slit now available which was nestled so
coyly between the smooth thighs.
"AH! WAIT! I! CAN'T! STOP! AH! AH!" yelled Cathy as
unbelievable sensations began to erupt from her strangely acting
pussy as Tara gleefully worked the unsuspecting girl's pulsating
cunt.
Tara slipped in a few fingers into the well-lubricated passage
and was soon gratified to feel the girl's maidenhead. "No wonder
she tastes so good," thought Tara contentedly. "It's nice to be
first."
Cathy raised her head and cried out "AAAAAHHHH!!!" in stunned
disbelief as the first true orgasm of her life swept over her.
She looked at her friends in astonishment before collapsing
unconscious over the side of the car, her right hand still thrust
deeply into Athena's greedy hot cunt, her coat concealing her
semi-nudity!
The cunning senior lapped up the golden nectar from the virgin
pussy until she had her fill. She reached up and pulled on the
blonde's tube top, working it past the flare of her hips and down
her legs. Poor Cathy was now naked underneath her coat!
After pulling all of the fallen clothes off of Cathy's feet,
along with her shoes for good measure, Tara hid them in a pile
behind the rear tire. She then stealthily crawled out from under
the coat and, keeping low, moved to the shadowy rear of the car
before rising and walking back around to the unconscious form of
Cathy.
"What a wuss," Tara said as she looked down in contempt at the
prostrate form. "Come on everyone, help us get Athena out of the
car."
The other seniors came around and, while staying as far from the
softly moaning Cathy as possible. They lifted Athena Valentine
out of the backseat and placed her nude twitching body across the
hood.
Motioning Trisha aside, Tara muttered quietly, "We'll use her
top and skirt for Athena," as her eyes moved slightly toward the
still form of Cathy.
"Right," said a grinning Trisha.
The cold metal slowly began to awaken Athena from her sexual
delirium. "Where...am... I?" she moaned.
"W-what's...going...on?"
"She still doesn't see the need for it," complained Tara.
"Well, I certainly wouldn't go with someone who looked shabby
like that," chimed in Stephanie.
The other girls gasped in shock. The meticulous Athena Valentine
looking shabby? It just wasn't possible!
"Look, I'll prove it to everyone once and for all," said Tara.
Under her breath she added, "And I'll show you all just how big a
slut this bitch you all look up to really is."
Tara grabbed Athena's right hand and placed it on her exposed sex
and cooed, "See, Athena? Feel that? Can you feel all the sticky
stubble?"
Athena has no idea what was going on around her. Groggy and
unsure of anything, she was only aware that Tara was trying to
tell her something. They were good friends once, so perhaps the
senior was trying to make it up to her. But what was Tara trying
so hard to tell her? Tara was moving her hand, so maybe she
wanted her to feel something?
Athena obediently moved her dancing fingers between her legs over
her own prickly pubic mound. The parking lot echoed with moving
cars and laughing people, yet the group surrounding Athena
Valentine were deadly silent. The garage sounds were soon joined
by Athena's subtle moans as she groped at her own steaming
vagina.
Tara looked at the seniors surrounding the hood. "Help her,
everyone. Help her find the hair that needs removing."
The girls looked at each other nervously. A simple trip to the
mall had turned into something they would be telling their
disbelieving friends about for years. Finding the perfect Athena
Valentine here naked and acting like an complete slut in an open
convertible? Watching Cathy drive herself to a climax just by
touching Athena's sex? And now, watching Athena feel herself on
the hood on a car? Who would ever believe it? Even with the few
pictures that Mary had taken earlier, it was still so unreal!
Their dislike of her was natural enough. In her zeal for the
perfect story and to finally prove herself to her editor, Athena
had for once allowed her natural kindness and humility, her true
warm friendly nature, to take a back seat, and had acted coldly
and deliberately towards those around her. She had sacrificed
all that she had believed in order to achieve her life's goal.
Yes, Athena Valentine had snubbed them all at one time or another
in her rise to power, so they all owed her something. Taken over
positions on teams and committees, replaced them in office jobs,
replaced them as best friends. Maybe it was time for a little
innocent payback. Besides, everyone was feeling just a little
tingly right now and wanted to do something, anything, to join in
the fun. And that perfect body of hers was to die for! And it's
right here! So inviting! All we have to do is reach out, that's
all, just reach out and she's ours. Okay, then. What if we did
it together? That would be all right, wouldn't it? Yes, that's
it! We'll do it together. And no one will ever know.
Nine pairs of hands reached out and began roaming, teasing,
loving, the helpless Athena Valentine.
"Yes, that's it," cooed Tara as she firmly held Athena's wrist.
"That's my babies. Look for those nasty little hairs" She
looked back down at Athena as she maintained her firm grip on
Athena's right wrist over her sex. "Feel that? Feel how stubby
it is? Yuck!"
Athena, her mind awash with uncertainty and clouded by sudden
exquisite feelings as she cupped and squeezed her own pussy, was
soon lost once again in a strange world of excitement. If she
didn't know any better, she'd swear that many hands were touching
her at the same time. Her body tingled mightily with sensations,
as though hundreds of tiny hands were stroking her naked flesh
and tantalizing her in the process. She must be dreaming, but
what a wonderful dream she was having! So real! So
breathtaking! Athena's head rolled loosely from side to side as
she automatically pulled her feet together and splayed her knees
lewdly apart as widely as she could. The grip on her wrist
seemed to loosen and she rocked her hand forward and back across
her soaking wet labia.
Coos and groans filled the air as the group of teenage girls,
exploring the perfect body before them, watched the Superior
Woman, that prissy little bitch Athena Valentine, spread herself
over the hood of a car in the mall parking lot and happily rub
herself in front of them!
But Tara wanted more. She knew that her time had come to finish
Athena publicly once and for all! She'd successfully stripped
the likely Prom Queen (a position which she should be getting
tonight, not this new-comer) and put her on display, first on her
web site and now in front of these other seniors to see and feel,
but it was not enough. She wanted to subject the Princess Athena
to some ultimate humiliation. She ran her hand over the back of
Athena's and pushed down on Athena's middle finger, causing it to
insert into the sopping wet opening.
"Ooooohhhhh," Athena cooed as her middle finger rubbed over her
clit and sank deep inside her own pussy. "Ooooohhh,
w-what...h-happened?" slurred the mesmerized reporter.
"Can you feel that?" purred a heated Tara. "Can you feel that
hair on your palm?"
All Athena could feel was her flaming pussy driving her to the
brink of yet another humiliating public orgasm! Her pussy! Why
was Tara always so interested in her poor pussy? It was fine!
But Tara had become such a dominant figure in her life that
Athena could deny her nothing. She weakly nodded and moaned an
agreement. Anything to stop the out-of-control fire in her
loins.
"You need to shave, okay, Athena?" Tara cooed in a trembling,
excited tone. This was even better then taking that blonde
virgin Cathy. One of her greatest fantasies was unfolding right
before her eyes and it was taking all of her self-control not to
start screaming with excitement. Not only was she having the
prissy little bitch Athena finger-fuck herself in public, but she
was going to make the bitch shave her own pussy right here in the
parking lot of the mall, and in front of all of these seniors.
As Athena continued to rub herself and poke her middle finger
into gooey wet lips, her legs splayed far apart so everyone could
get a good look at what she was doing, the other girls continued
to run their hands along her sleek inner thighs, hips, abdomen,
breasts and arms. They pulled and twisted at Athena's perfect
nipples until she cried out in uncontrolled ecstasy.
"Get the razor and shave cream from the shopping bag in my
trunk," Tara said to Trisha.
The girls continued their relentless assault until Trisha
returned with a cheerful, "Here you go", as she handed the items
to Tara.
"Athena?" sweetly asked Tara to the delirious 22-year old as she
carefully inspected the razor. "It's time, honey. It's time for
your shave. Okay?"
Athena did not even understand the question, only that Tara once
again wanted something from her. She could only moan her
approval to whatever Tara wanted. She knew that whatever Tara
had in store for her was probably in her best interest anyway.
Tara was her friend again, wasn't she?
"You need a shave, Athena," Tara repeated. She couldn't help
herself. It was just too delicious for words! "A shave. Just
like before at my house, remember? But this time you'll do it,
you'll do it yourself. And right now!"
Completely dazed, Athena briefly thought she recognized a nasty
change in Tara's tone, but paid no attention to what it might
mean. Her body was so close to a climax it was becoming painful,
she just had to cum, she had to!
Tara shook the can of shaving cream and, as Athena continued her
self-fucking (now joined by her left hand squeezing and rubbing
her cunt), squirted the foaming gel onto the swollen mound.
"There. Now, rub it in. Yes, just like that. Good girl!"
Athena barely felt the additional lubrication as she writhed and
rocked her hips to her own continuous genital manipulations.
Without even realizing it, she spread the shaving cream all over
her pussy. Athena's body screamed with heated passion as the
terrible pressure continued to build within her while the
seniors' hands kept up their relentless stroking, tugging, and
pulling. She could hardly breath as she neared ever closer to
the precipice of the climax she did not want but now had to have.
Tara knew the snobby slut with her "I'm better than you" attitude
was becoming frantic with the need for an orgasm. She held
Athena's right wrist and pulled it away from Athena's cunt. She
placed the razor in it, then called to the others, "Sit her up,
girls. She going to shave and she needs to see what she is
doing!"
Athena suddenly found herself looking down at her own crotch. At
least she thought it was hers. It was hard to tell, because
everything between the legs and below the tummy was covered by
some weird foam. It felt nice and squishy on her fevered secret
flesh but what was the stuff doing there of all places?
Trisha and Stephanie stood close to Tara, admiring their
handiwork.
"Speaking of seeing..." said Stephanie quietly.
"What!?!" whispered an exasperated Tara. She was ready to start
enjoying her ultimate revenge and certainly didn't want any
delays now.
"We need to clean off some of this stuff. Her hands, too. We
don't want any accidents."
"Why not? You always want to pamper her," complained Tara. "Oh,
all right. Do we have any towels?"
Trisha shook her head. "No. We threw out the only one on the
drive here."
"Damn. Wait, no problem," whispered Tara. "Tear up Cathy's
tights and use them. She will not be needing them anymore
tonight, anyway."
"Right," said a grinning Stephanie.
Tara stared at her victim in delight, the other seniors in
varying stages of shock and excitement. All except Cathy of
course, who was having the strangest dream about being naked in
the middle of the mall.
Trisha and Stephanie returned with the fresh rags they had made
of Cathy's tights, and they lovingly cleaned the excess soap from
the still stupefied Athena Valentine.
So close to her climax before everything stopped, the befuddled
young woman was in tears. "What...happened?" she muttered.
"What...happened?"
A horn sounded sharply from the other side of the parking garage,
and a startled Athena stiffened. One moment she was in the car
and in the next she was here, sitting naked on a warm metal
platform, where ever here was.
"Come on, slut, shave yourself," ordered Tara.
It was Tara's moment of glory! She had always known she was
special, but now feelings of her own invincibility flowed through
her. She hadn't felt this powerful since before that bitch
Athena Valentine first came to Lizzie Borden High School and
slowly took her place as the school's one and only Queen. Well,
Queen Athena is dead, long live Queen Tara! It was her turn now.
Now! Yes, now!
In front of these other seniors, her peers, she was about to
restore her rightful position. Taking the unsuspecting Cathy was
just the opener, now it was time for the main event. It was,
after all, HER school! Ever since she was a frosh, she had
meticulously positioned herself to be the undisputed leader at L.
B. High. Everything had been going Exactly as she wished until
little miss prissy bitch showed up and ruined everything for her!
For months, all she could do was watch her life's work come to
nothing as Miss Wonderful with the Perfect Tan took control of
the school. Well, she was sick of it! Sick! And after today,
everyone would know who exactly was in charge here.
Tara was determined to reclaim her birthright. She would
humiliate this snotty golden bitch with her perfect upright tits
so badly she would never show her face in this lousy town again.
For once and for all Tara would show the world the she and she
alone was running this school.
Her insides boiling with rejuvenated confidence, power and
authority flowing freely within her, a tingling sensation of
uncontrollable arousal at her new found glory, Tara sneered
triumphantly at the hapless Athena.
"Shave it, bitch! Shave that stinking cunt of yours, right now!"
Tara growled.
Athena sat with her legs splayed apart and feet together, looked
down at herself in dull amazement as her proud breasts heaved
with a languishing excitement. She saw that nice squishy cream
which still completely coated her flaming pussy and in her right
hand, a small something. What was she doing here? What was
going on?
Athena's eyes began to blink as her destroyed mind struggled to
comprehend the bizarre situation. The ringing in her ears began
to subside as she slowly lifted her head and looked around her.
Puzzled and confused, Athena saw the faces of several strange
girls glaring back at her. "Who are these people, and why are
they looking at me like that?" she asked herself. She wasn't at
all sure, but they looked remarkably like the girls she knew at
school.
Once again Athena looked down at her crotch, and suddenly was
filled with fear! "OH MY GOD!" she thought as an electric
awareness flooded through her. "I'M NAKED!"
Fueled by fear and anxiety, Athena suddenly knew what was
happening. Her situation was now crystal clear to the horrified
reporter. She was sitting naked on the hood of Tara's car! In
public at the mall! Seniors from school all around her! Naked,
with her pussy covered in shaving cream and a...a razor in her
right hand! A razor!!
"AAAAHHH!!!!" screamed Athena in terror at the sight of the
razor.
She froze, unable to take her eyes from the object in her hand.
Oh, God! What was she doing with a razor? What was she doing
naked and creamed like this?? Her perfect breasts protruded like
proud offerings as her back arched with fear.
"I said SHAVE IT, BITCH!" yelled a now miffed Tara. Fun though
it was, they didn't have all night for this.
"W-what?" mumbled a stunned Athena. She could not possibly what
her to do that!
"Christ! I said shave it," Tara said in a quieter but much more
vicious tone.
With the wide-eyed faces of the aroused and disgusted seniors
staring on, Athena began to panic. "She can't be serious," she
thought.
Realizing her predicament, Athena instinctively tried to cover
her exposed breasts with her left arm, but Tara's hard, "No!"
made her place her arm at her side.
"Don't even try it, slut," Tara growled. "We all want to see you
just as you are."
"Yeah, we like to see you displayed all naked for us," snickered
Trisha meanly.
Athena next tried to close her knees, but several pairs of hands
grabbed at her legs and kept them apart. She was beginning to
tremble. Athena did not know what to do. Why was Tara and the
others doing this to her? "I thought you were my friends," she
sniffed.
Athena felt tears fill her eyes as she looked around at the group
of seniors. She could tell they were waiting for her reaction.
It had been such a strange week, starting with the awful night at
Tara's house to getting her hair caught this morning (this
morning!!) and everything that followed. If only her body would
not betray her, but it did, it did. She was so tired, so worn,
all she really wanted to do was sleep for a week. And cum. Her
traitorous body was screaming for release from the insidious
pressure which had been building within her ever since she had
been with Tara.
Her taut stomach heaved and her eyes dropped like a whipped
puppy's. Something inside of her suddenly was no longer there.
Her shoulders rounded and a tear fell from her cheek. The drop
landed on her large breast and started a slow decent towards her
nipple. All eyes watched fascinated as the lonely teardrop
gradually make its way across Athena's perfect golden breast
flesh.
With the shimmering trail of the teardrop zigzagging its way
towards her bursting nipple, Athena's will to fight for the
moment seemed to slip away. Her knees relaxed against the
pressure of the seniors' hands.
The surrounding girls sensed the magic moment, Tara most of all.
Athena Valentine was beaten. She must be!
Tara knew that she had finally won!
She took Athena by the wrist and guided the limp hand to a spot
over the coated pussy. "I want you to shave yourself, Athena,"
she said matter-of-factly. "I want you to shave yourself for us
all to see."
Athena blinked out a few more tears. She know what she must do.
Tara, her hated enemy, had her in her power once again. She must
do it.
Excited anticipation filled the air as the giddy group of seniors
leaned in to watch the perfect little queen shave her pussy on
the hood of Tara's car.
"You know I'm in control of you now, don't you Athena?" Tara
asked in an almost apologetic manner as Athena's hand began to
move the razor slowly over her precious secret flesh. "Say it.
Tell everyone that I'm in charge."
Athena slowly dragged the razor across her stubby pubic mound.
Stroke after stroke, Athena Valentine, the Superior Woman, shaved
her own pussy in the parking lot of a mall as an eager crowd of
teenage girls glared on in excited disbelief.
Never before in her life had Athena ever experienced anything so
humiliating. She did not even know just what was real anymore,
and what was not. How things ever got to this point was beyond
her understanding.
When Athena finally finished the terrible task, she could not
look at anyone in her shame and humiliation. She could only
stare at her own bare pussy in hated wonder, because the shaving
had driven her close to climax, but not close enough.
"Here, whore," said Tara tossing her the last remains of Cathy's
tights. "Wipe yourself."
Delighted glances were exchanged from the excited seniors. Most
of them hated the snobby bitch Athena, and with this most public
of humiliations had dropped in their eyes to a status lower then
that of the youngest freshman. Backs arched with proud,
re-inflated egos as the seniors felt renewed. Few of them had
ever imagined themselves being on a equal plane with the famous
Athena Valentine, never mind being above her. Now the entire
school was above the Perfect Little Miss Everything!
Athena wiped herself carefully, trying desperately not to make
herself cum as the rough fabric moved over her swollen mound, but
her hand slipped over her ready clit and she knew it was too late
now for anything except to ride the wondrous wave of pure
pleasure that flooded her very being.
"AH!" she cried once, before falling backwards in a dead faint
and indenting the thin metal with her perfect form.
"You bitch!" yelled a furious Tara. "That's my car!"
*****
Athena awoke to find herself alone and still naked on top of
Tara's hood. She stealthily looked around and watched in
amazement as, a few cars away, a short blonde girl staggered
towards an isolated car, surrounded by the other girls. She
turned around once and Athena saw with dull surprise that the
blonde was surely naked under her half-buttoned coat.
She felt something in her left hand and held it up. It was a
knit tube top and miniskirt. Sensing her chance, Athena
Valentine slid off of the car and thankfully wiggled into the
clothes. They were much too small for her, but she had to have
something and this was all there was available. She got the
skirt up over her hips but could not secure the fastener. She
dare not sit, or do any bending.
"Damn!" she said. "Doesn't anything ever work out?"
The top was just as bad, the elastic fabric practically groaning
under the weight of her high-set breasts.
Oh, God! Athena felt sick to her stomach. She had a sudden
feeling that she was somehow ultimately responsible for that poor
blonde's condition, that these were her clothes. But it was
worse than that, she knew, much worse. She had somehow done it
again. She had humiliated herself with a lewd public display of
her terrible lack of self-control. She was so ashamed! At least
she was wearing clothes again, even if they were much too small
for her! Her bulging tits hurt, the top was so tight, and her
skirt...! Oh, my! It was so small she could not even fasten it.
And so short it barely reached her pussy! My God! She dare not
sit or even bend, especially not until she could find some
undies.
Perhaps at the store they could loan her some...
"Hey!"
Athena jumped at the harsh sound. She turned to see Tara,
Stephanie, and Trisha swiftly walking back towards her.
Without thinking, Athena spun towards the mall and broke into a
run! She must get away from these terrible young girls! She
headed across the parking lot on her bare feet and quickly made
her way towards the mall's nearest entrance.
Her rubbing thighs were sending unwanted sparks of excitement all
through her body, but the very tight skirt allowed nothing else.
And her bouncing breasts under the small top... Oh, my! What a
sight she must make! But she dare not stop or even slow until
she was sure she was finally safe from the terrible Tara!
Once inside the large, multi-level mall, Athena darted up and
down stairs and through stores, leaving crowds of astonished
people behind her. She finally stopped for a badly needed breath
in a tiny utility closet. When she was able to at last breathe
more or less normally, Athena opened the door slightly and
chanced a look. She could not believe it. Tara and her friends
were nowhere to be found. She was free!
Still, they might even now be looking for her. She needed a more
suitable hiding place, one where she could clean herself up. She
fled across the wide concourse, darting through startled shoppers
as she looked for a safe place to hide. A familiar sign outside
of a narrow corridor caused her to quickly dart inside. At the
end of the short corridor were orange cones and a sign which read
"Ladies Room Closed for Cleaning".
"Yes," she thought. "They'll never think of looking for me
there."
The reporter stepped over the cones and pushed the swinging door
inwards. "Hello," she called softly. "Is anyone here?"
Athena closed the door behind her and waited a moment, listening
to the silence. "Perfect."
She walked across the wet floor and went into a stall along the
far wall. Athena quietly closed and locked the door, then
listened once again, but there was only the sound of her wildly
beating heart in her ears.
Collapsing heavily on the stool, Athena fought desperately to
keep her composure. "I am not afraid," she whispered. "I am not
afraid. I am not...ACK!"
"FOOTPRINTS!?!" screeched a voice in agony as Athena jumped in
shock. "Who the HELL left FUCKING FOOTPRINTS across my CLEAN
FLOOR??"
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Athena jumped again as the woman pounded on the stall door.
"Okay, missy. I know you're in there. Get out!"
BAM! BAM! BAM!
"Stop!" pleaded Athena. She couldn't leave now! Tara and her
friends would be sure to find her. She loosened her skirt and
held it down around her ankles, so the cleaning woman could see
it. With her panties gone, she was naked below her top, but that
could not be helped now. "I'm...I'm busy. Can't you see? I
can't possibly leave now."
"Oh, is that so?"
Athena was shocked to see hands reach through the narrow opening
under the side wall from the stall on her left and grab her
skirt!
"Oh! Stop that! Let go!" she cried as she fought to keep her
skirt, but it had already been pulled from her feet by the time
she reacted.
She knelt on the floor, needless of her semi-nudity, and pulled
desperately on the small skirt, but it was already under the
partition and she could not keep a proper grip on it. It slipped
more and more from her fingers.
"Please! Let go!"
Athena was surprised at how soapy and wet the floor was, even
more so when her knees began to slide apart! She couldn't keep
them together, especially as the grip on her skirt caused her to
bend her torso sharply to the right. Her position was becoming
very uncomfortable, yet if she tried to change she might lose her
skirt to this crazy woman forever.
In her fight to keep her skirt, Athena never saw the hand which
returned from under the stall wall, and was rising on a slender
forearm between her parted knees.
"Oh!" Athena gasped in surprise as the struggling reporter felt
something touch her freshly shaven sex. She looked down in
horror and saw a hand cupping her tingling pussy in an irongrip.
"Oh, no! Where did that come from?" she wondered.
Three fingers entered deep into her ready vagina and began a
steady rhythm while Athena's mind melted. Her skirt disappeared
from her limp fingers as she slumped weakly against the stall
partition. Tears filled her eyes as she looked at her empty
hand. Oh, no! It was happening again. She was losing her
clothes again!
Pressed against the wall, she straightened her torso as much as
she could, her only way to keep herself as far from her ravisher
as possible. A strange yet somehow familiar 'squish-squish'
sound rang in her ears as the hated magic coming from her poor
abused pussy quickly dissolved all thoughts of resistance.
Now what was she supposed to do?
"Ohhh," Athena groaned helplessly as the delicious sensations
radiating from her already merrily pulsating vagina swept through
her. "What are you doing?"
Her knees slipped on the wet soapy floor, causing her thighs to
part, lowering her defenseless naked crotch further and further
onto the deadly hand below. Athena was trapped, as trapped as a
beautiful butterfly on a pin in a display case. Lower and lower
she went, until she was almost to the floor, the muscles of her
strained inner thighs quivering under the strain. Athena's hands
fluttered uselessly on the stall's cold metal wall. There was
nothing for her to hold on to. All of the fixtures were on the
other side of the stall. Was there nothing she could do to save
herself from these exquisite sensations penetrating to her very
soul?
The dazed Athena was so distracted that she failed to notice when
a second hand reached from under the stall and fiercely gripped
the bottom of her tube top. She only noticed something was wrong
with her top when her breasts suddenly stopped hurting from their
tight confinement while at the same time her stiffening nipples
felt very cold.
OH NO! Her Top! Her only top! It was coming off too!
"EEEEEKKKKK!!" she screamed and desperately pushed herself away
from the wall but she over-balanced and fell backwards, narrowly
missing the commode beside her. Her head bounced once on the wet
tiled floor before coming to rest.
"Aahhhhh," Athena moaned helplessly as the old woman easily
pulled her semi-conscious body across the wet floor and under the
stall wall.
"MMMmmmm. Yummy," gloated the woman as she happily licked her
fingers and looked over her half-naked golden prize. "But that
top has got to go," she muttered.
She reached into one of her many uniform pockets and pulled out a
box cutter. Extracting the blade, she carefully cut the elastic
fabric down Athena's front, until the now useless top was
completely opened and on the floor.
The woman wrapped Athena's skirt in the remains of her top and
scuttled quickly over to the tall white waste paper receptacle.
She planted the bundle deep under the soggy paper towels and
returned to kneel beside the still dazed reporter.
"Uhhhh," Athena moaned as knowledgeable hands kneaded her rising
breasts. "Nice..." She could not help but arch her back and
shoulders to thrust her sensitive tits more fully into those
wonderful hands.
"Oh, honey!" the old woman sighed happily as her weak blue eyes
filled with tears of joy. "How beautiful you are!"
Pleased by the young woman's eager response, Martha eagerly moved
to the next stage of her seduction. She placed one arm under
Athena's shoulders and another under her knees. With a quick
lift, she seated her groggy victim with a wet 'plop' on the
closed lid of the commode and leaned her head on top of the
holding tank.
"Phew," she muttered, wiping the sudden sweat from her brow and
then flexing her strained arms. "Getting too old for this."
Martha easily spread Athena's legs and closely inspected the
girl's revealed sex. She saw the clearly swollen labia, heavily
coated with vaginal fluid glistening in the harsh light, the
delicate surrounding hairless flesh looking slightly pink and
covered with spots of scented gel. "Honey, you've been busy,"
she said.
The old woman went over to the cart with her cleaning supplies
and found a small unused towel. At one of the sinks, she ran hot
water over the towel until it was completely soaked, then twisted
it until a good deal of the water had been removed.
She want back to her latest conquest, knelt between the
wide-spread legs and tenderly pressed the hot towel directly over
Athena's defenseless sex.
"Ooooohhhhhh," moaned Athena as she jerked awake. Now what was
happening? She was close to cumming and could not understand
why. What was happening to her?
Martha carefully rubbed the towel over the secret flesh and the
dazed Athena shuddered as the terrible pressure thundered through
her ready body.
"Oh God!" she thought frantically. "I almost came!" She opened
her eyes and saw with horror a small old figure in a cleaning
uniform between her legs. A sweet round face surrounded by an
unruly mop of gray hair smiled up at her.
"Wha...wha...wha..."
"It's all right, honey. I've got you now," Martha said lovingly
and moved the towel again.
"AAHHH!" shouted a jerking Athena as her vagina suddenly
convulsed! The climax ripped through her, but she never had a
chance to recover and escape because it was quickly followed by
another and another and another!
When the wild avalanche of sensations finally stopped, Athena
Valentine was left trembling and weak. She could only look down
helplessly when the old woman removed the towel and placed her
face close to Athena's throbbing sex.
Martha looked up and murmured, "Now comes the fun part." Holding
onto Athena's wet butt cheeks, she began to lick the length of
the reporter's wet pussy.
"Ooohhhhhh," moaned Athena weakly in protest as the heavenly
sensations melted her very soul. "You... You...shouldn't..."
"Just relax, honey, and Aunt Martha will take good care of you."
"Oh! But...but..."
"Go on, honey" the comforting voice said. "Just close your
eyes."
Athena obediently closed her eyes and let the wonderful
sensations flow through her. A series of small orgasms began to
erupt through a shocked Athena, surprised that she had anything
left to give. She slipped in and out of consciousness but the
expert loving of her poor cunt never stopped.
"Uuuuhhhh," helplessly groaned Athena. In her brief lucid
moments she knew that something within her had gone terribly
wrong. She was no longer the cultured college graduate on an
important assignment. She was no longer Athena Valentine, the
Superior Woman, envied Queen of Elisabeth Borden High School.
Instead, she had been reduced to something else. She had become
only a hungry sweating animal, intent on her own selfish
gratification!
Athena reached out and placed her hands behind the old woman's
head, pulling it tightly into her steaming crotch!
Martha's tongue was soon dipping deeply into Athena's softly
spasming cunt, lapping up the golden nectar it found there. So
sweet! So sweet! This was the best she had ever had.
Wonderful!
Athena could finally take the magic any longer. A monstrous
orgasm took possession of her. The blood rushed to her wildly
pulsating vagina and the hot girl-cum gushed from her and onto
the happy face of her seducer!
"Yes!" she screamed as the magnificent climax shook her to her
foundations. "Yes! Yes!! YES!!!! AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!"
Athena Valentine slumped unconscious on the commode.
Martha stayed, lapping up the wondrous fluids until they were no
more. She stood and gave a final loving glance to the nude
figure crumpled on the toilet seat. "Thank you," she said. She
longed to stay, but there was cleaning to be done. She had to
finish this restroom, then others, many others. So much to do,
and yet, today would not hurt as most days now did. No, working
today would not hurt at all.
With a gentle smile on her face, Martha cleaned herself, then
completed her many duties in the restroom without giving the
unconscious golden woman doubled over on her porcelain throne so
much as a glance. When she was finished, Martha quietly left the
restroom, but, as was her habit when she was very preoccupied,
mistakenly locked the only entrance to the restroom behind her.
*****
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